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

[leonhart17]

It's WAY too hot where I am to even pretend it's Christmas (105 today) but that was freaking hot on its own - very, very nicely done!

[MmmTaraSoSmexy13]

*fans self* Wow, now that is some awesome private celebration. Makes me want to go get a lap dance now. Oh im glad you like my icon. ^.^ Can't wait for more epic writing and snuggles

[taralicious]

Willow felt a shiver on anticipation go through her spine

I felt a shiver of anticipation go through another erect part of me.

“He’ll wake up,” Tara whispered back, “We’ll just take his pants off.”

They said this while standing over me in a dream I had the other morning and then the stupid alarm went off and I had to get up and go to work; damn, it's one of those dreams that you can't go back to the following night.

“But I’m asking now. Can I have a lapdance? Please?”

No matter because you went and opened a portal to the bedchamber of unearthly delights with the ensuing tableau of eroticism and sensuality and the visions that were planted in my brain aloowed me to drift upon a cloud of serenity and release as I watched from above these two, the prima ballerina and the neophyte ingenue apprentice who has studied her master's movements and cadence intimately.

The redhead’s mind got lost in fantasy;

I spent my sleeping hours in fantasies of Tara and a growing number of my waking hours are spent there as well what with the disturbing and violent unrest plaguing our world at the moment.

“I’m like a Tara-whisperer.”

That is an audio book I would download and keep hitting repeat-peat-peat-peat-peat.

“Don’t toy with me, Tara,” she whispered in an authoritative tone, “This is my show.”

Tara can toy with me all she wants as I am hers to bat around and pounce on before she rakes my back with those claws.

“Say it.”...“I want you,” she breathed.

I always think of the scene in "Blade Runner" with Harrison Ford and Sean Young whenever I come across this exchange of sexual parlay.

“Ah. So...something...just for us?”

The most natural source of renewable inexhaustible clean liquid energy available on the planet is the pearly-white nectar which flows freely from Tara and Willow's deltas of Venus.

[Laragh]

ToTheNetherRealm –

DIBS, did I make it..? YES I DID, FINALLY!

Wow, this update was *pause to breath* HOT!
I'm going to take a cold shower now..

Haha, glad you enjoyed it that much Hope your shower was good

Thanks for commenting

BuffyFan4ever –

DARN IT!!! Slept in. My long-lived Dibs streak comes to an end.

You were a worthy contender with a longevity that rivalled none. You will always be held in high esteem.

:thud WOW!!! Great way to wake up.

Glad I could assist your awakening

I want a Lap-dancing Tara. (or Willow. I'm not picky)

I’d take both. At the same time

I won't have internet access at all next week so someone else will get 'dibs.' I'll comment when I'm able to (probably the following Sunday).

Hope you’re surviving without the internet! It’s a constant struggle for me in here

Thanks for your feedback

brave-little-toaster –

This was great... lovin' it!

Woop! Glad you are

Thanks for your comment!

AstronSoul –

I loved it, and um ~coughs~ I think I need a shower.

Hey, that’s the second shower-needing response I’ve gotten

Sexy dances are oh so much fun with your partner.

I would imagine so lol

Good thing they were quiet though, would not want to know what would happen if their son walked in lol.

Great Job!

Oh I don’t doubt it’s happened They’ve learned to be quiet

Thanks for commenting!

zampsa19752001 –

Yay for wow-worthy update-y goodness...

Wow, wow-worthy? Awesome!

That is one yummy way to celebrate Christmas...

They do know how to celebrate!

Thanks for your comment

leonhart17 –

It's WAY too hot where I am to even pretend it's Christmas (105 today) but that was freaking hot on its own - very, very nicely done!

Wow. That is hot. May I suggest a bath of ice? Or a quick trip to the Antartic? Glad you liked though.

Thanks for commenting

MmmTaraSoSmexy13 –

*fans self* Wow, now that is some awesome private celebration. Makes me want to go get a lap dance now.

Go for it

Oh im glad you like my icon. ^.^

I do! Awesome pictures. And I love that one word can sum them up so perfectly.

Can't wait for more epic writing and snuggles

Aww thank you! I can always guarantee snuggles

Thanks for your feedback!

taralicious –

I felt a shiver of anticipation go through another erect part of me.

Had to get the requisite dick joke in there, didn’t you?

They said this while standing over me in a dream I had the other morning and then the stupid alarm went off and I had to get up and go to work; damn, it's one of those dreams that you can't go back to the following night.

Hard luck, dude.

No matter because you went and opened a portal to the bedchamber of unearthly delights with the ensuing tableau of eroticism and sensuality and the visions that were planted in my brain aloowed me to drift upon a cloud of serenity and release as I watched from above these two, the prima ballerina and the neophyte ingenue apprentice who has studied her master's movements and cadence intimately.

Yep. I totally did. And nicely put

I spent my sleeping hours in fantasies of Tara and a growing number of my waking hours are spent there as well what with the disturbing and violent unrest plaguing our world at the moment.

A bit of Tara solves everything.

That is an audio book I would download and keep hitting repeat-peat-peat-peat-peat.

A valuable read for anyone.

Tara can toy with me all she wants as I am hers to bat around and pounce on before she rakes my back with those claws.

Eh, she has Willow, better luck next time

I always think of the scene in "Blade Runner" with Harrison Ford and Sean Young whenever I come across this exchange of sexual parlay.

Always a good movie to default to

The most natural source of renewable inexhaustible clean liquid energy available on the planet is the pearly-white nectar which flows freely from Tara and Willow's deltas of Venus.

Yea but they’ll only ever take it from each other so sorry world, no renewable energy for you!

Thanks for commenting

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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

Chapter 25

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“Hey, Willster.”


Willow spun around in her desk chair at the sound of Xander’s voice and saw him leaning against the doorframe of her office.


“Hey, Xand. I’m, uh, still gathering the info on the Gilbert case, just me give me another hour or tw–”


“Take your time, Will, me and Jess don’t need those papers until tomorrow at the morning at the earliest anyway,” Xander cut the redhead off with an easy smile, “Anya just wanted me to remind you it’s Alex’s birthday on Saturday.”


Willow gave a slight grin.


“I know. It’s my wife’s birthday too, remember?”


Xander nodded.


“How could I forget? My wife in labour at your wife's birthday party. Certainly a memorable event,” he laughed as the memory of how his son came into the world was pushed to the forefront of his mind before the intense screaming and hand-crushing that followed in the hospital made him squirm and he shuddered, then focusing back on his reason for entering Willow's office in the first place, “Which is something else Anya wanted me to ask. She booked the babysitter for the kids and wanted to know what time your guys’ party started.”


Since Alex had been born it had been a tradition that the day portion of January 1st was when Alex had whatever he was doing for his party, then JJ went to his house for a sleepover and the adults all celebrated Tara’s birthday in the night.


Willow, however, had different plans that year, but hadn’t thought to inform anyone else yet.


“Uh, sorry, Xand, we’re not doing a party this year. We’re doing something just the two of us.”


“Oh,” Xander replied, his eyes drooping slightly, “No Rosenberg-Maclay drink-fest?”


Willow laughed and shook her head.


“Hey, you got a Rosenberg-Maclay Christmas.”


“It was a rockin’ good Christmas,” Xander agreed before giving a sheepish smile, “Even if my wife did make you cry.”


“Like Anya said,” Willow responded with a small grimace at her hormonal overreaction, “It wouldn’t be a family get-together if we didn’t have a fight.”


Xander gave a small chuckle before clapping his hands together.


“Okay, well then Saturday, we’re doing laser tag then pizza and cake back at our place. You know that amusement centre across from the mall? We’re starting there, 2pm.”


“We’ll be there,” Willow smiled in response, “JJ’s very excited.”


“So am I,” Xander admitted, making a gun out of his hands and pretending to shoot, “Academy training will finally come in useful. I think I’ve had to shoot my gun all of twice since coming on the job.”


“White collar crime doesn’t call for much gunfire,” Willow agreed before sighing, “Something both myself and my wife are very grateful for.”


Xander threw a wink in the redhead’s before turning on his heels and calling over his shoulder good-naturedly.


“Alright, get back to work, Google!”


Willow threw an empty bottle of water towards her colleague at the nickname but it just hit against the back of the door as the man closed it. She scowled for a moment before shaking her head and turning back towards her computer, muttering to herself.


“Suppose it’s better than ‘Bing!’.”

---

Twenty minutes later, Willow was back in full work and hacker mode, typing away as numerous files flew around her many screens when she suddenly felt a vibration from her pocket.


She whipped her cell phone out with a smile, thinking it would be Tara texting on her lunch break since she couldn’t think of anyone else who would message her at that time and was therefore confused when she saw Xander’s name flashing across the screen along with the words 'new message'.


He or Jesse normally told her if they were going out on a case so she’d be on call for whatever lawbreaker that was the felon-of-the-week but neither had been in her office since Xander was telling her about Alex's birthday arrangements.


She opened the message and her confusion increased when it read just one word.


Incoming!


She didn’t have time to ponder as her phone started vibrating again, indicating a call was coming in, with the name ‘Anya’ blinking rapidly on screen. She pressed the accept button.


“Hello?” she asked, almost timidly.


“What the hell do you mean you’re not having a party?!”


Willow sighed and slumped back against her desk chair, holding the phone away from her ear as Anya screamed down the line before trying to speak calmly.


“I’m taking Tara out by myself, Anya. It’s not unheard of. Xander took you out for your birthday.”


“Yes, and I received three very nice orgasms after,” Anya replied bluntly before her tone became loud again, “But you always have a party! Every year! It’s the only thing I have to look forward to when I have to deal with screaming children and, and the snot and their constant demand for cake!”


“Tara and me will be there. We’ll take the brunt of the snot and whiny demands,” Willow tried to argue, before realising it was her wife’s birthday too, “I’ll take the brunt.”


There was silence on the other end before Anya sniffed.


“I’ve already booked the babysitter. For your son, too. Do you know how hard it is to find a babysitter for New Year's Day?”


“And we’re very grateful. JJ's very excited about the sleepover,” Willow replied in her best ‘reasonable’ tone, “You can still go out, Anya. Leave the kids with the babysitter. Paint the town red. Just not at our house.”


Willow could hear Anya’s reluctance to accept this change in circumstance through the phone.


“Is this a money thing? You should have plenty of money to afford a party after the sold investment advice I gave yo–”


“It’s not a money thing, Ahn,” Willow cut the other woman off softly, “I just want to take my wife out on our own. And we’ll...we’ll have a party for our anniversary, okay?”


Willow internally groaned for making the offer without discussing it with Tara first but she knew if she didn’t get Anya off her case, the woman’s next phone call would be to Tara and she didn’t want any part of her surprise ruined for her wife.


She didn’t have time to over think the issue as she heard a mumbled ‘bet it’s a money thing’ before an exaggerated sigh.


“Fine.”


Willow adopted a pleading tone.


“Anya – do not tell Tara. Please.”


“Now I’m keeping your secrets for you too? You’ve got some nerve, Willow Ros–”


“Anya, please?” Willow shamelessly begged, “It’s a surprise for her birthday.”


Another long sigh followed, as if this was the hardest request Anya had ever been asked.


“Fine.”


“Thank you,” Willow replied in relief, before pretending she needed to rush, “Okay, um, big FBI issue, gotta go Ahn! Bye!”


She ended the call and let out a low groan at the same time as she heard a light knock on her door. She turned towards it.


“Uh, yea?” she called out before sitting up straight in her chair and trying to sound more professional, “I mean, come in.”


Xander’s head popped through the door, his eyes wide with terror.


“You faced the wrath of Anya?”


Willow exhaled slowly and nodded.


“Thanks for the warning.”


Xander cleared his throat.


“She didn’t make you cry again, she did?”


Willow rolled her eyes playfully.


“No, she didn’t make me cry. It’s all good. I’m sure she’ll fill you in on whatever replacement plans she makes for the night later.”


Xander nodded in understanding before looking at the redhead curiously.


“Where are ya taking the missus?”


Willow just grinned to herself.


“On a trip down memory lane.”

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“I knew he’d conk out.”


Tara tore her attention away from the television at her wife’s words and looked over to where their son was quietly snoring, curled up on the armchair. He’d been allowed to stay up late to ring in the New Year but had succumbed to sleep quite a while beforehand.


“I’m kinda surprised actually,” Tara mused as she ran stroked her wife’s hair softly from where the redhead was lying on her lap and across the sofa, “He’s very excited about laser tag tomorrow.”


Willow absent-mindedly watched as the countdown clock and live-from-Times-Square telecast played out on the television screen before letting out a contented sigh.


“I really like this, you know. Having New Years with just us.”


Tara smiled to herself; she liked it too. Before the children had come along, the only New Years they’d spent alone together was their very first one; the rest having been spent with whichever friends were around to celebrate the New Year and Tara’s birthday in party form as it struck midnight.


But the party when Anya’s water had broken had marked the last ‘New Year’s Eve’ party at the Rosenberg-Maclays in place of the parties on the actual day of Tara’s and Alex’s birthday.


“I like anything with just us,” Tara answered eventually as Willow began to idly play with her fingers, “Especially cuddling.”


Willow stroked the blonde’s fingers before entwining them with her own.


“And holding hands,” she replied before noticing the clock in the corner of the television screen started flashing red, “One minute left. We don’t have drinks to toast.”


Tara smiled down at her wife.


“We’ll do it without them.”


Willow grinned and pushed herself up into a sitting position.


“That sounds like I’m getting a kiss.”


Tara’s smile got wider and she started to lean forwards but was stopped as Willow fingers pressed against her lips.


“We’ll miss the countdown.”


Tara quirked an eyebrow momentarily.


“Or we’ll start the year as we mean to go on.”


Willow’s face brightened and she lowered her fingers.


“I like that logic.”


“I thought you would,” Tara murmured before closing the gap between them.


Willow reached up to cup her wife’s cheek as their lips moved against each other, lights and fireworks flying in front of her closed eyes, mimicking the ones on-screen as Times Square and the East Coast rang in the New Year.


The women kissed gently, Willow’s hand caressing the blonde’s cheek until Tara pulled away just an inch and nuzzled their noses together.


“Happy New Year.”


Willow smiled softly at Tara’s words; the blonde was always the first to say the sentiment and the redhead always followed the same way.


“Happy Birthday.”


Tara placed another soft kiss on the redhead’s lips.


“Thank you, sweetness.”


Willow’s smiling eyes bore into her wife’s answering blue depths for a few long moments before she dropped her hand and started to lean over towards the coffee table, pulling the drawer open.


Tara frowned at the smaller girl’s bent-over back.


“I thought we were kissing.”


“Smoochies galore are a-comin’,” Willow responded with a grin as she riffled through the drawer, “But first...your present!”


She turned back with an envelope in her hand and held it out to her wife. Tara looked at it curiously.


“You normally give me my present over dinner. Before the party.”


“Well I’m mixing it up this year,” Willow answered, poking her tongue out between her teeth, “‘Cause we’re not having a party.”


Both of Tara’s eyebrows shot up in surprise. Her birthday party was, and always had been, something Willow insisted she plan, so the fact that she hadn’t heard anything about organising it hadn’t been strange.


“We’re not?” she asked inquisitively.


“Nope,” Willow replied excitedly, “Open the card and you’ll see why.”


Tara took the light pink envelope from her wife’s hands and turned it over to open it, pulling out a card with a floral border design and a flourished writing style.


“To my beautiful wife on her birthday,” she read aloud from the header across the top with a blush and wide smile before seeing two lines had been added with a pen on the white patch underneath.


She recognised Willow's printed handwriting straight away and read them to herself.

Thank you for the way that you make me smile
Thank you for making my life worthwhile

“I couldn’t think of what to write when I was ,” Willow said with a blush as she saw Tara reading, “Sorry it's...stupid.”


“It's not stupid, it’s so very sweet,” Tara replied, smiling from ear-to-ear as she looked up and met the redhead’s gaze momentarily, “And very you. Thank you.”


Willow smiled back as Tara dropped her gaze to the card again, opening it. Two smaller pieces of card fell out and into the blonde’s lap.


Tara reached down to pick them up, but not before seeing the short and sweet message scrawled across the inside of the otherwise blank card.

Love you always,

x
Willow

She smiled as she felt a warmth fill her heart at the simple words before turning the fallen objects, which she now recognised as tickets, over in her palm and studying them.


She first thing she noticed was that they were for the following evening, which explained why there wasn’t going to be a party that night. Further examination told her that the whatever event they were going to was happening at a small outdoor concert hall in the city and finally her eyes glossed over the main wording on the tickets, embossed and emboldened, indicating a name of a band, though no major one that Tara could place.


“Why do I recognise that name?” she asked Willow as quiet bells of familiarity rang in her mind.


Willow reached over to her wife’s lap and took the hand that wasn’t holding the tickets.


“Do you remember one of our very first dates? One of the few times we went to a bar?”


Tara gave a quiet laugh.


“It’s been 11 years, I’m not sure I...” she trailed off as a sudden memory pushed into the forefront of her mind, “Cover band. We went to a Beatles cover band after you heard me singing in the shower.”


Willow grinned and nodded towards the tickets.


“We went to that cover band.”


“The exact same one?” Tara asked in disbelief, “1They're still playing? 11 years later, in a different part of the country? On my birthday?”


“I thought it would just be a different band with the same name,” Willow responded quickly, “But I checked. I, uh, acquired, um, ‘Ringo’s’ cell number and called him and he said they played the Boston circuit way back when, I guess when we were in college, and now play all over the North East. So yea. The exact same one.”


Tara’s face was a mixture of surprise and delight before she smirked at her wife.


“Do I want to know how you ‘acquired’ this number?”


Willow shook her head and adopted a mock-serious tone.


“Very, very secret FBI stuff. You don’t have the clearance for me to tell you.”


The side of Tara’s lips quirked into a half smile.


“Willow, this is amazing.”


“Better than a party?” Willow asked hopefully.


“So much better than a party,” Tara answered, bringing the redhead’s hand up to her mouth and kissing her knuckles, “It’s always so exhausting being at the kid’s party anyway. I can think of nothing better than just spending the evening with you. And some very good music if I remember correctly.”


Willow got a pleased smile on her face, which only widened as she suddenly felt tight arms wrap around her in a hug.


“I love you, Willow.”


“I love you too, Tara,” Willow answered warmly, inhaling the scent from her wife’s hair before clearing her throat, “By the way, I promised Anya an anniversary part in lieu of a birthday one. She was kinda pissed her source of unwinding post-kiddies was taken away.”


Tara laughed and tightened her hold.


“We can manage that.”


They stayed hugging for another few moments before pulling apart, smiling at each other until Willow picked up the remote and turned the television off before standing and walking towards the door. Tara looked after her, confused.


“Where are you going?”


“Upstairs,” Willow answered nonchalantly, “Can you get JJ to bed?”


“Uh...” Tara started to answer, further confusion crossing her features, having expected at least a few minutes of a smooching session to follow, “Um, yea, sure. Of course.”


Willow grinned as she started teasingly unbuttoning her shirt as she backed out of the room.


“Good. Then I’ll be waiting to lavish some kisses on you.”

[ToTheNetherRealm]

DIBS! I did it again!

Oh Willow, you're to sweet. I Like it! I´m looking forward to the rest of Alex and Tara's birthday. Lazer tag sounds amazing!
Both Hacker and Family Confidential is one of my favorite stories. I love your writing and hope for a sequel to the sequel when this one ends.

[AstronSoul]

crab I just missed dibs lol oh well.

Such a endearing update. And of course Anya gets upset over no party. Guess she forgot that the world doesn't revolve around her...again lol.
This looks to be an amazing B-Day for Tara, and Willow is just up to nothing but cuteness and sexiness. I love it.

[zampsa19752001]

Yay for excellent update-y goodness... Can't wait for the lazer-tag fest... It was awesome idea on Willow's part to get tickets on the same concert of the same cover band than their 1-week anniversary date...

[leonhart17]

Aww, that was super cute! I love the surprise! Very sweet of Willow!

[arsyadriani]

Willow grinned as she started teasingly unbuttoning her shirt as she backed out of the room.

“Good. Then I’ll be waiting to lavish some kisses on you.”

that put a big grin on my face ..then turned into a big scowl ... because I have to wait a week for the private birthday celebration. but I'm sure it's worth waiting
great update

[BuffyFan4ever]

I'M BACK!!! It is now safe to say that I was on a family vacation in Canada at a cabin on a lake (Mom and Dad were obsessed with there being no mention on the internet beforehand).

Great update. I love Willow's birthday gift to Tara. Can't wait to see the beginning of their celebration.

Hopefully I'll be able to get 'dibs' on Wed. I have an appointment early in the morning, but I'll try to get back in time.

[MmmTaraSoSmexy13]

Aww that is sooo sweet. I love these three lines:

Do I want to know how you ‘acquired’ this number?
Willow shook her head and adopted a mock-serious tone.
“Very, very secret FBI stuff. You don’t have the clearance for me to tell you.”

That is so Willowy lol. Keep on bringing the good stuff.

[taralicious]

I can only surmise that incurring the wrath of Anya would be so much worse in person as I visualize it as being struck by the gaze of Medusa in "Clash of the Titans", the Ray Harryhausen version from 1980 and not the rubbish remake; all serpenty hair and rattling tail and her gaze turning you into stone.
All Willow received was a tongue-lashing and not even the good kind from Tara's darting flesh fork.
And then there are Beatles cover bands; marks to you, Laragh, for the shout-out to this musical sub-genre.
I saw one when I was a teenager called Beatlemania down at the Five Seasons Center, our local arena, as there wasn't a lot to do growing up in Cedar Rapids except go to concerts so I saw all of the heavy metal, rock, new wave, and pop bands as they passed through Iowa on national tours.
Yay for Willow and Tara revisiting memory lane while forging ahead with their new life as they get ready to bring a new life into the world.

[Finey_McFine]

I do LOVE sweet, adorable Willow so very much...always the romantic.

I enjoyed the convo with the disgruntled Anya, but hey, sometimes people just need alone time! They need to reconnect and by this time next year, that time will be few and far between for our girls. So I totally get why Willow wanted to have time for them and it also does a great job of avoiding the 'no alcohol' issue. Plus, you can't always do EVERYTHING with friends.


BTW...New Years Eve was perfect! I remember my daughter at that age desperately trying to stay awake and failing miserably. Now she makes a point of drinking sparkling grape juice out of a champagne glass, lol.

Anyway, fantastic as always:)

[love_2003]

Loved the updates. I liked how Willow and Tara celebrated Christmas.

[Laragh]

ToTheNetherRealm –

DIBS! I did it again!

Woop! You must be butter, ‘cause you’re on a roll!

Oh Willow, you're to sweet. I Like it! I´m looking forward to the rest of Alex and Tara's birthday.

Hope you enjoy the start! Think it may pan out over a few chapters.

Lazer tag sounds amazing!

It is the sport of champions

Both Hacker and Family Confidential is one of my favorite stories. I love your writing and hope for a sequel to the sequel when this one ends.

I have so many ideas! But then I’m worried it’ll become repeatitive :(

Thanks for commenting!

AstronSoul –

crab I just missed dibs lol oh well.

Close!

Such a endearing update.

And of course Anya gets upset over no party. Guess she forgot that the world doesn't revolve around her...again lol.

Anya does not respond well to her plans for fun being disrupted, I’ll say that much!

This looks to be an amazing B-Day for Tara, and Willow is just up to nothing but cuteness and sexiness. I love it.

When is she not?

Thanks for your comment!

zampsa19752001 –

Can't wait for the lazer-tag fest...

I was planning on having a lot of fun with it until I realised Willow wouldn’t be able to with the pregnancy so I dunno I might have to rework that scene :/

It was awesome idea on Willow's part to get tickets on the same concert of the same cover band than their 1-week anniversary date...

She’s a hopeless romantic

Thanks for your comment

leonahart17 –

Aww, that was super cute! I love the surprise! Very sweet of Willow!

Glad you like She’s the ultimate sweetie

Thanks for commenting!

arsyadriani –

that put a big grin on my face ..then turned into a big scowl ... because I have to wait a week for the private birthday celebration. but I'm sure it's worth waiting
great update

Haha, sorry for the wait. Not quite a direct continuation, but private birthday celebrations for sure!

Thanks for your feedback

BuffyFan4ever –

I'M BACK!!! It is now safe to say that I was on a family vacation in Canada at a cabin on a lake (Mom and Dad were obsessed with there being no mention on the internet beforehand).

Hope ya had fun

Great update. I love Willow's birthday gift to Tara. Can't wait to see the beginning of their celebration.

Well it’s here in all its naughty glory

Hopefully I'll be able to get 'dibs' on Wed. I have an appointment early in the morning, but I'll try to get back in time

Good luck!

Thanks for commenting

MmmTaraSoSmexy13 –

aww that is sooo sweet. I love these three lines:

Do I want to know how you ‘acquired’ this number?
Willow shook her head and adopted a mock-serious tone.
“Very, very secret FBI stuff. You don’t have the clearance for me to tell you.”

That is so Willowy lol. Keep on bringing the good stuff.

Haha, yay, glad it’s Willowy

Thanks for your comment

taralicious –

I can only surmise that incurring the wrath of Anya would be so much worse in person as I visualize it as being struck by the gaze of Medusa in "Clash of the Titans", the Ray Harryhausen version from 1980 and not the rubbish remake; all serpenty hair and rattling tail and her gaze turning you into stone.

I’m sure that’s a circle of hell

All Willow received was a tongue-lashing and not even the good kind from Tara's darting flesh fork.

Well tongues haven’t finished lashing yet

And then there are Beatles cover bands; marks to you, Laragh, for the shout-out to this musical sub-genre.
I saw one when I was a teenager called Beatlemania down at the Five Seasons Center, our local arena, as there wasn't a lot to do growing up in Cedar Rapids except go to concerts so I saw all of the heavy metal, rock, new wave, and pop bands as they passed through Iowa on national tours.

Much Beatles love here.

Yay for Willow and Tara revisiting memory lane while forging ahead with their new life as they get ready to bring a new life into the world.

Reliving good memories is good for the soul

Thanks for your feedback!

Finey_McFine –

I do LOVE sweet, adorable Willow so very much...always the romantic.

Well when you’ve got a woman that deserves romance...

I enjoyed the convo with the disgruntled Anya, but hey, sometimes people just need alone time! They need to reconnect and by this time next year, that time will be few and far between for our girls. So I totally get why Willow wanted to have time for them and it also does a great job of avoiding the 'no alcohol' issue. Plus, you can't always do EVERYTHING with friends.

M’zactly! But watch this space, a disappointed Anya is not something you want on your hands...

BTW...New Years Eve was perfect! I remember my daughter at that age desperately trying to stay awake and failing miserably. Now she makes a point of drinking sparkling grape juice out of a champagne glass, lol.

Haha! Aww that’s so cute. I was the same. I think the first New Years I actually managed to stay up for was the millennium (I was 7). And my clearly alcoholic family always gave me actual champagne It was a small champagne glass though, about the size of a shot glass.

Thanks for reading and your feedback

love_2003 –

Loved the updates. I liked how Willow and Tara celebrated Christmas.

Glad you liked

Thanks for your comment!

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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 26

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Tara could only feel lightness and warmth as waves of consciousness started to seep into her mind. Her brain instinctively fought against the deep slumber she’d been in but the increasing awareness of a familiar body on top of her and soft lips caressing her own made the lull of sleep begin to drift away.


Her senses responded to that first; lips moving lightly against the ones peppering kisses against her before she managed to flutter her eyes open, seeing her wife’s emerald, glinting orbs already staring back at her.


Willow pulled her lips back just an inch and Tara was about to voice the ‘good morning’ that was waiting to escape her mouth when she felt those same lips move down her throat and naked-from-the-night-before body with more than a little eagerness, arriving between her legs before the blonde had a chance to even register what was happening.


“Oh my...” she gasped as Willow’s tongue slid between her other lips without any warning and instantly let her legs fall open to give the redhead all the access she wanted, “Oh Willow...”


She struggled to contain a loud cry as her wife wasted no time in attaching her lips to her clit and could feel wetness slipping out of her like a faucet had been turned on inside her as her body acted on nothing but the primal need and desire coursing through her.


A throaty moan vibrated over her lips as she felt her hips rising to meet every stroke of her lover’s tongue against her throbbing nub. She slid a hand down her stomach under the blanket and tugged at her wife’s hair momentarily, pushing the redhead as far into herself as possible before dragging her fingers back upwards along her skin and to her breast, pinching her taut nipple into a stiff peak and arching her back as an intense jolt shot from her abdomen and rushed through her body like an inferno of ecstasy.


She felt another hand reach up her body and swat hers out of the way, letting it fall idly by her side as Willow took over the task of turning Tara’s body into a carnal mass of ricocheting pleasure.


“Willow...” Tara moaned again, voicing the only coherent thought swimming though her mind, “Oh Willow...”


Heat swelled inside her as the redhead’s mouth worked in sync with her fingers, sucking and pinching and squeezing and bathing her jumping nerve endings until she was screaming internally for her body to give her the release she was craving so badly.


She brought her hands up to cover her face, letting them muffle the whimpers and groans that were escaping through her clenched teeth, her body’s writhing becoming desperately frenzied before she felt an unexpected fullness in the form of her wife’s long and loving fingers.


“Oh! Will–”


She cut herself off as her thighs squeezed around Willow’s ears and her neck strained back against the pillow, euphoric bliss and the deep satisfaction of broken tension crumbling through her.


She was absently aware of soft licking gathering the juices from her expended flesh and her breast being lightly massaged while the redhead’s fingers stayed still inside her, prolonging her feeling of utter completion.


As her body calmed from its post-orgasm rigidity to being relaxed entirely into the mattress, she felt Willow slowly extract her fingers and lift her head, seeing her wife pop out from under the blanket a few seconds later, sensuously sucking her fingers through a grin.


Tara blushed as the redhead made a show of licking her glistening fingers clean.


“I thought...I thought I already got my birthday snuggles.”


Willow popped her fingers from her mouth and leant her head down so their faces were just an inch apart.


“There are no limits when it comes to birthday snuggles,” she declared as she jutted her tongue out and darted it over the blonde’s top lip, “There are no limits to any kind of snuggles.”


She closed the gap between them then, pressing their lips together warmly before pulling back and nuzzling their noses together.


“Happy Birthday.”


Tara smiled and languidly stretched her limbs out beneath her wife’s body.


“Very happy birthday.”


“Oh yea,” Willow replied through a giggle, “You’re gonna have a very, very happy birthday.”


Tara murmured a sound of approval and quickly pulled the redhead down to her lips again, kissing the redhead enthusiastically. She had just started to push her tongue forwards to deepen it when their bedroom door suddenly burst open.


Willow quickly rolled off to Tara’s side and made sure the blanket was covering them both up to their chests, but JJ was too absorbed in his own actions as he bounded into the room to notice anything.


“Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom!” he yelled as he made a gun shape with his hand and pretended to shoot imaginary markers around the room, “Boom, boom, boom!”


Willow ran the hand that wasn’t holding onto the blanket through her hair and cleared her throat.


“JJ, you know you’re supposed to knock before coming in here.”


JJ dropped his hand but his hand stayed lit up excitedly.


“Laser tag today, laser tag! I’m gonna get everyone!”


“I bet you will, honey,” Willow agreed, taking a quick glance at Tara, “Why don’t you go get ready for the party?”


JJ started jumping up and down and began to run from the room.


“Yea!!”


“Hey, hey!” Willow called after him, “Don’t you have something to say to Mommy?”


JJ spun around, his brow creased in confusion for a moment before realisation crossed his features and he shot a toothy grin in her direction.


“Happy Birthday, Mommy!”


“Thank you, sweetie,” Tara replied and breathed a sigh of relief when JJ just smiled at her for another moment before rushing from the room, pulling the door closed behind him.


While she always welcomed a hug from her son, she was glad he hadn’t approached her in her very nude and still quite sweaty state at that moment.


“He’s excited,” she commented with a fond smile towards the door, before it faltered, “I wish he wasn’t so enthusiastic over guns though.”


“I thought the same thing,” Willow replied, taking the blonde’s hand under the covers, “I talked to him yesterday on our way home from school, though. He understood that real guns were not a good thing. He seemed more excited about the laser part than the gun part.”


Tara nodded quietly and turned her head back towards her wife, reaching her spare hand out to the redhead’s chest and looking sadly at the just-barely-raised skin of the scar between and above Willow’s chest, circling it lightly.


“Hey, no sadness. Very, very happy birthday, remember?” Willow said, bringing Tara’s hand from her chest and up to her mouth, kissing her open palm before leaning her cheek against it, “It was years ago. And I’m fine.”


“You almost weren’t,” Tara replied, her voice unwittingly becoming choked with emotion, “You could’ve–”


“But I didn’t,” Willow cut her wife off softly, “I fought. For you. For us. And you know, if we hadn’t experienced that, we might not have had the same view on life as we do now. We might not have kept JJ. We would've lost our son and not even known it. You've always told me everything happens for a reason.”


Tara closed her eyes as the took in what her wife was saying, something they had discussed on quite a few occassions before. She couldn't imagine life without their son in it, but she knew the grab-life-by-the-horns attitude they both had taken off after the last ill-fated meeting with her father definitely contributed to the whirlwind decision to keep the boy when he'd been thrust into their lives.


She was still contemplating everything when she felt Willow reached down to her chin and raise it. She opened her eyes to Willow's smiling ones.


“Do we not have an almost perfect life?”


Tara finally smiled at that and acquiesced with a nod. Willow smiled back.


“I wouldn’t change a thing about every moment of our life together.”


Tara closed her eyes momentarily, reopening them with none of the grief that had been there just moments before.


“Okay. We can get back to the very, very happy now.”


“That’s what I like to hear,” Willow grinned and moved so she was hovering over the blonde again, “I believe I was right about...here.”


“That feels about right,” Tara ginned back, throwing a glance over at the alarm clock on her nightstand, “I think we have about 5 minutes before we get busted in on again.”


Willow feigned shock.


“And we’re wasting precious seconds with our lips apart?”


“Not for long,” Tara responded, leaning up and capturing Willow’s lips.


They spent the next four and a half minutes with their lips steadily locked and their tongues lightly brushing against each other until the sound of JJ bounding down the hallway made Willow pull away again, but he thankfully didn’t burst into their room again; the couple instead hearing the sound of the tap in the bathroom running, presuming the boy was brushing his teeth.


“Party starts at 2,” Willow sighed before throwing a smile in her wife’s direction, “Take your time getting up. I’ll make you a birthday breakfast. What would you like? Don’t say pancakes ‘cause you know I have an inferiority complex about them compared to yours.”


Tara grinned and shook her head to herself momentarily.


“Eggs Benedict?” she asked after a moment of thought and Willow nodded assuredly.


“You got it,” she replied before dropping a final, quick kiss against the blonde’s lips, “Love you, birthday girl.”


Willow slipped from under the covers then and walked over to the door, picking the robe off from the back of it and pulling it across her body before leaving the room at the same time JJ skidded out from the bathroom, dressed in day clothes but his hair still messy.


“Come on, kiddo, let’s get that hair brushed,” Willow said as she ruffled his hair before placing a hand on his back and pushing them towards the stairs, “And then you can help me make breakfast. I know you’re excited for the party but don’t forget it’s Mommy’s birthday too. I think she’d like a very big hug when she comes downstairs. And you can give her that special present you made her.”


“It’s in my room!” JJ exclaimed, suddenly excited as he remembered the gift he’d made in school and that Willow had helped him customise at home.


He went to scurry back up the stairs but Willow held his shoulders tight as she led him into the kitchen.


“Whoa, whoa. One thing at a time. Hair first.”


She looked around the room for a moment before spotting her purse on the island and went to it, retrieving a hairbrush from inside and bending down to run it lightly through the boy’s blonde locks.


“You look so like your Mommy, sometimes,” she commented lovingly.


“Mommy’s pretty,” JJ responded and Willow smiled widely in response.


“The prettiest,” she answered as she pulled the hairbrush back, “And you’re the handsomest boy in the world.”


JJ smiled and looked towards the door.


“Will I get the present now?”


Willow looked mock-offended.


“And make me miss out on my co-chef? You can help me crack the eggs...”


JJ nodded in enthusiastic agreement and Willow helped him climb up a stool and onto the island before going over to the refrigerator and taking out eggs and bacon as well as some frozen English Muffins from the freezer and a sachet of pre-packaged Hollandaise sauce; regretting she couldn’t make it from scratch, but sauces were one culinary speciality she had never been able to master.


She put all the food on the island and gathered the pots and pans required and let them heat up on the cooktop.


“Okay, first we need to start the crispy bacon,” she said and opened the packet, dropping some slices in a skillet as they began to sizzle, and put a saucepan with water on to heat, then turned back to JJ, “Let’s get crackin’!”


JJ beamed and picked up one of the eggs. Willow held a mug underneath as JJ cracked it against the side and caught the egg as it fell out, putting it aside to fish out any errant shell pieces later. They repeated the process with another two eggs before Willow handed JJ the package of English Muffins, already semi-cut down the middle.


“Will you pull three of those apart for me?” she asked JJ, “Then we can toast them.”


JJ nodded and reached into the bag and stared to tear the bread into halves while Willow went back to the eggs and finished preparing them before starting the poaching process and turning the bacon.


“Done,” JJ called as he tore the last muffin and wiped the crumbs from his hands.


Willow turned back towards the island and gathered the torn muffins, putting them in the toaster two-halves-at-a-time and started to prepare the sauce.


“Would you like to help me stir out the lumps?” she asked JJ as the sauce started to heat.


JJ grinned and nodded and Willow brought a stool over from the island; JJ climbing to sit on it so he was high enough to reach the spoon in the saucepan while Willow stood behind him to keep him from falling backwards and took the eggs and bacon from the cooktop.


She kept a hand protectively against her son’s back as he stirred the sauce and started to assemble all the cooked foods together.


“I think all the lumps are gone,” JJ piped up after another minute.


Willow peered over his shoulder and looked into the saucepan before ruffling JJ’s hair.


“I think you just might be the best stirrer in all of Buffalo.”


“Mmhh, I think you might be too, that looks yummy.”


Both JJ and Willow’s heads turned as Tara appeared at the boy’s other side, dressed in black pants and a red button-down shirt with cut-off sleeves and her hair neatly tied up in a ponytail.


“Mommy!” JJ squealed and jumped from the stool into Tara’s chest, wrapping his arms around her back, “Happy Birthday.”


“Thank you,” Tara replied as she held her son tight and placed a lingering kiss against the top of his head.


JJ embraced his mother for another few moments before pulling away slightly and looking at the assembled food.


“We made breakfast!”


“I see that,” Tara responded with a fond smile, “Looks delicious!”


Willow, who had been poured the sauce over the food during the exchange, gave her son a wink.


“Why don’t you go upstairs and get that thing we talked about earlier?”


JJ’s eyes widened in excitement and he nodded, then ran out of the kitchen as Tara helped him down from the stool. Willow placed the empty saucepan in the dishwasher before straightening up and smiling then leant over and placed a small kiss against the blonde’s lips. When she pulled back, she grinned cheekily and swatted her wife’s behind.


“Go sit that mighty fine booty down.”


Tara made her way over to the island and sat onto a stool as Willow took some plates down from the cabinet and transferred the food onto two of them, and on the third plate left the eggs, bacon and English muffin separate for JJ knowing he probably would stain his clothes if she didn’t.


She brought the first plate over to Tara and set it in front of her.


“Eggs Benedict for my birthday girl.”


“Mmhh, thank you,” Tara replied as she was handed a knife and fork over the island.


Willow smiled and brought the other two plates over to the island along with the third stool and had just sat down beside Tara when JJ skidded into the room, holding a rectangular-shaped, flat item, wrapped in paper that was screaming ‘Happy Birthday’ in shiny, neon colours.


“What’s this?” Tara questioned as JJ ran over to her and thrust the gift upwards.


“I made it,” JJ exclaimed with a mixture of excitement and pride as Tara lifted him to sit on the stool beside her.


“You did?” Tara asked gleefully as she turned the present over in her hands and started to undo the wrapping, “All by yourself?”


JJ blushed and gave a small shrug.


“Momma helped.”


“Only a tiny bit,” Willow spoke up, smiling between her wife and son, “Just with the glue.”


Tara looked intrigued at the word ‘glue’ and pulled the last of the wrapping paper away, revealing a photograph that had been taken at JJ’s last birthday party; a close-up of the three of them with Willow and Tara kneeling either side of a standing JJ so they were all around the same height, wide grins plastered over all of their faces.


The frame enclosing the photo was clearly the homemade portion of the gift; blue felt backed by cardboard surrounding it, glitter scattered over the felt and in small macaroni pieces the words ‘I Love You’ were spelled out across the top, with ‘Mommy’ underneath the picture.


“Oh, honey,” Tara said, bringing one hand up to her heart, before smiling at JJ, “I love it. You did a great job.”


JJ blushed again and swung his legs against the legs of the stool.


“The macaroni was my idea.”


Tara looked at her present for another moment before putting it down on the island, safely away from any food. She then bent down and kissed her son’s forehead before cupping his cheek.


“You’re the sweetest little guy.”


JJ seemed very pleased at before looking towards his plate.


“Can I have my bacon now?”


Tara laughed and nodded, sitting upright again.


“Dig in.”


JJ went about doing just that, the bacon crunching in his mouth. Tara picked up her cutlery and started to cut into the stacked muffin when she felt a hand reaching out to tuck an errant strand of hair behind her ear, followed by her wife’s soft voice.


“I like your hair tied up.”


“Well, we’re going to be spending the day with kids hyped up on sugar and excitement,” Tara replied with a small grin, as she popped a speared piece of egg and bacon into her mouth, “I figure I should limit the hair-pulling possibilities.”


Willow nodded and smiled before leaning over and placing a lingering kiss against the blonde’s cheek.


“The day might be for the kids, but the night, my love, will be all about you.”

[BuffyFan4ever]

dibs. Yea!!! Everything is right in the world again.

Great update. Loved how Willow woke up Tara. Happy birthday indeed.

at J.J. bursting into their room. It's hard to get mad at kids when they're so excited.

at remembering Willow being shot. Willow's right: no unhappy thoughts allowed on birthdays.

Can't wait for the rest of the party.

[AstronSoul]

YAY UPDATE!!!!

So I need a nice glass of very cold water, very hot way to wake up. Would love to be awakened like that! Of course fast reflexes to separate and cover up when interrupted. (I am so laughing right here) I can't wait to see what is in store that night, of course JJ going nuts about lazer tag, that will be a hyper afternoon.

The picture JJ made is so precious, gave me warm feelings, man what a perfect family ^^

Great job!

[ToTheNetherRealm]

Great update! They're always so sweet and caring about eachother. Sometimes I wonder if I may have set my standards to high on what relationship I would want to have just because of theirs. I love them though and I can not get enough of them.

I have so many ideas! But then I’m worried it’ll become repeatitive :(

I for one would not think that it would be. I love this story and the way you write it. And I think that is why every single chapter is amazing.

[leonhart17]

That's a birthday wake up to be proud of! And the rest of it was just so perfectly adorable! They're so cute! Can't wait to see what the kids get up to during the birthday party!

[zampsa19752001]

Yay for awesome-o update-y goodness... I really loved Willow's way of waking her birthday girl... I absolutely loved JJ's present for Tara... I hope Willow & Tara figures out a clever way to excuse Willow from participating in the lazer tag without spilling their secret...

[DaddyCatALSO]

Ah, memories; when my ex and I still had the house, the bedroom doors didn't have locks either. (Wasn't *that* big an issue with us for 2 reasons but that's a different dicussion....) Thank goodness for JJ's being so excitable.

Good installment (of course being at work means I have to skim *very* quickly over certain passages :-).)

[MmmTaraSoSmexy13]

What an awesome way to wake up on your birthday. I love how JJ came rushing in but was too exicted to notice his hot Momma's naked. The birthday present was extremely sweet and a nice touch compared to the painful memory of Willow getting shot. But still, I love it all.

[vampyregurl73]

Laragh,

I love this story.

I love the look at Willow and Tara's little family as it changes and grows. Willow's pregnancy hormone mood swings a spot on and hilarious... then again they always are until they're directed at you!

How quickly will you be moving it along so they can share the news?

[taralicious]

“Oh my...” she gasped as Willow’s tongue slid between her other lips without any warning and instantly let her legs fall open to give the redhead all the access she wanted, “Oh Willow...”

This is an unused scene from the Dr. Seuss book Happy Birthday To You that the publisher thought was too much in the adult realm but that the adults knew instinctively that it was the best birthday of all in the multiverse that were described.

Willow quickly rolled off to Tara’s side and made sure the blanket was covering them both up to their chests, but JJ was too absorbed in his own actions as he bounded into the room to notice anything.

Ah, the timing of kids, you got to love 'em. I think every kid has to learn the hard way about why their parent's bedroom door is shut and why they have to knock on it and those screams and moans that mommy makes are nothing to be alarmed about.

she was glad he hadn’t approached her in her very nude and still quite sweaty state at that moment.

This should be carved into an ice sculpture and presented to Tara as a gift from an anonymous donor so nude and sweaty Tara could slowly melt as her radiant and statuesque body has melted the hearts of all her many admirers.

“I wish he wasn’t so enthusiastic over guns though.”

It's a phase all boys go through, I think. I had a brief dalliance with a plastic machine gun as a lad and my nephews were big into military shit but have outgrown that now, fortunately. I think you only need to worry if their high school guidance counsellor has expressed concern over their stated intent to move to Montana and live in an 8X10 shack like the Unabomber or the Militia.

“Mommy’s pretty,”

Sometimes words fail to encompass the depth and breadth of Tara's pulchritude but pretty is a good start.

“I think all the lumps are gone,

That's good that Willow and JJ put a merciful and swift end to all lumps that weren't on Tara's chest as none save Willow's more modest foothills could compare or stand up to.

“Go sit that mighty fine booty down.”

The kitchen chairs in at Willow and Tara's house have the perfect life as well since they get those mighty fine booties planted on them repeatedly. good thing the chairs aren't invested with genuine people personalities or the skin to surface contact would drive them insane with desire.

“Only a tiny bit,” Willow spoke up, smiling between her wife and son, “Just with the glue.”

JJ did all of the important work leaving Willow to sit at the back with the safety scissors and the glitter.

“Can I have my bacon now?”

Cue Willow belting out a revised version of the Peggy Lee standard "I can bring home the bacon, fry it up in a pan and never let you forget you're my Tara. 'Cause I'm your Willow, W-I-L-L-O-W...I will say it again." to which JJ rolls his eyes, mutters "Puh-lease" and tries to forget the sight of his mommies flirting.

“I like your hair tied up.”

And tonight, I'll like it even more when I tie up the rest of you and our headboard will get a workout.
In my mind, Willow and Tara have a headboard in their bedroom.

[Laragh]

BuffyFan4ever –

dibs. Yea!!! Everything is right in the world again.

Woop! Happy to see my regular dibs-getter back in sibs mode

Great update. Loved how Willow woke up Tara. Happy birthday indeed.

Beats an alarm clock or a rooster, thats for sure

at J.J. bursting into their room. It's hard to get mad at kids when they're so excited.

They smile their little smiles and all is forgiven!

:(( at remembering Willow being shot. Willow's right: no unhappy thoughts allowed on birthdays.

It’s a good rule but those memories always creep up when you least want them too :(

Can't wait for the rest of the party.

Hope you enjoy!

Thanks for commenting!

AstronSoul –

So I need a nice glass of very cold water, very hot way to wake up. Would love to be awakened like that!

I wouldn’t mind it either

Of course fast reflexes to separate and cover up when interrupted. (I am so laughing right here) I can't wait to see what is in store that night,

Reflexes only ex-army people and parents could possess

of course JJ going nuts about lazer tag, that will be a hyper afternoon.

What 5 year old boy wouldn’t?

The picture JJ made is so precious, gave me warm feelings, man what a perfect family ^^

I want their family when I’m older so bad Maybe if I write enough of it, it’ll make it true

Thanks for your comment

ToTheNetherRealm –

They're always so sweet and caring about eachother.

They are madly and deeply in love with each other

Sometimes I wonder if I may have set my standards to high on what relationship I would want to have just because of theirs. I love them though and I can not get enough of them.

Oh I totally understand what you’re talking about. But then I think, if feelings can be so darn real in what is essentially a ‘fake’ couple, then the actual real thing has to have the potential to be outstanding, right?

I for one would not think that it would be. I love this story and the way you write it. And I think that is why every single chapter is amazing.

Thanks Well now I’m gonna let some ideas flow

Thanks for your feedback

leonhart17 –

That's a birthday wake up to be proud of! And the rest of it was just so perfectly adorable!

If there’s one thing Willow knows, it’s how to treat a birthday girl

They're so cute! Can't wait to see what the kids get up to during the birthday party!

Birthday party antics ensue below”

Thanks for commenting!

zampsa19752001 –

I really loved Willow's way of waking her birthday girl...

Lol, I think Tara did too!

I absolutely loved JJ's present for Tara...

He’s a sweet little guy and makes sweet little presents

I hope Willow & Tara figures out a clever way to excuse Willow from participating in the lazer tag without spilling their secret...

I’m sure their secret’s safe

Thanks for your comment

DaddyCatALSO –

Ah, memories; when my ex and I still had the house, the bedroom doors didn't have locks either. (Wasn't *that* big an issue with us for 2 reasons but that's a different dicussion....) Thank goodness for JJ's being so excitable.

Hahaha, I’ll remember that if I ever become a parent, doors must have locks

Good installment (of course being at work means I have to skim *very* quickly over certain passages :-).)

Naughty!

Thanks for your comment

MmmTaraSoSmexy13 –

What an awesome way to wake up on your birthday.

Awesome way to wake up any day really

I love how JJ came rushing in but was too exicted to notice his hot Momma's naked.

Haha, yes, bullet dodged on that occasion

The birthday present was extremely sweet and a nice touch compared to the painful memory of Willow getting shot. But still, I love it all.

Definitely one of those memories you want to push away forever. But the good outweighs the bad and that’s what’s important

Thanks for commenting!

vampyregurl73 –

I love the look at Willow and Tara's little family as it changes and grows. Willow's pregnancy hormone mood swings a spot on and hilarious... then again they always are until they're directed at you!

Hahaha, I’ll bet No one wants to be on the receiving end of a hormonal bitchslap

How quickly will you be moving it along so they can share the news?

Soon! Well, I think soon. I know in terms of timeline, when I want the big reveal to happen, it will happen soon, but I have a tendency to ramble and what I think will be one chapter turns into 5. I need to work on that. But yes, news sharing should happen sometime in the near future.

Thanks for your feedback

taralicious –

This is an unused scene from the Dr. Seuss book Happy Birthday To You that the publisher thought was too much in the adult realm but that the adults knew instinctively that it was the best birthday of all in the multiverse that were described.

In Buffalo every year,
On the day you born,
They start the day right,
In the bright early morn.

When the birthday girl wakes,
Promise of pleasure forsworn,
And finds a tongue deep inside her,
Without any warn.

And the voice of the girl,
Calls out loud in praise,
“Willow, oh, Willow!”,
Her whole body ablaze.

Then the moment the girl,
Loins swelled and speech slurred,
Came undone from the tongue,
Lay back on her bed,
Birthday pleasure assured.

Ah, the timing of kids, you got to love 'em. I think every kid has to learn the hard way about why their parent's bedroom door is shut and why they have to knock on it and those screams and moans that mommy makes are nothing to be alarmed about.

I thankfully never had to learn that first-hand.

This should be carved into an ice sculpture and presented to Tara as a gift from an anonymous donor so nude and sweaty Tara could slowly melt as her radiant and statuesque body has melted the hearts of all her many admirers.

Ha, I think Willow would have it licked to nothingness before it ever got a chance to melt

It's a phase all boys go through, I think. I had a brief dalliance with a plastic machine gun as a lad and my nephews were big into military shit but have outgrown that now, fortunately. I think you only need to worry if their high school guidance counsellor has expressed concern over their stated intent to move to Montana and live in an 8X10 shack like the Unabomber or the Militia.

Boys will be boys. But I’m thinking both Willow and Tara will be very happy if he doesn’t follow in his Uncle Xander and Jesse’s footsteps when it comes to having to wield a weapon every day.

Sometimes words fail to encompass the depth and breadth of Tara's pulchritude but pretty is a good start.

But alas, when spoken from the pure and untainted view of a 5 year old, it becomes so much more meaningful.

That's good that Willow and JJ put a merciful and swift end to all lumps that weren't on Tara's chest as none save Willow's more modest foothills could compare or stand up to.

And no one wants a burst of powder in the middle of their eggs.

The kitchen chairs in at Willow and Tara's house have the perfect life as well since they get those mighty fine booties planted on them repeatedly. good thing the chairs aren't invested with genuine people personalities or the skin to surface contact would drive them insane with desire.

Now I’ve got Beauty and the Beast with its anthropomorphised appliances all up in my head.

JJ did all of the important work leaving Willow to sit at the back with the safety scissors and the glitter.

And I bet she enjoyed the craft making just as much as JJ

Cue Willow belting out a revised version of the Peggy Lee standard "I can bring home the bacon, fry it up in a pan and never let you forget you're my Tara. 'Cause I'm your Willow, W-I-L-L-O-W...I will say it again." to which JJ rolls his eyes, mutters "Puh-lease" and tries to forget the sight of his mommies flirting.

He’s grown up with nothing else, it would be strange to him if his mommies didn’t flirt.

And tonight, I'll like it even more when I tie up the rest of you and our headboard will get a workout.
In my mind, Willow and Tara have a headboard in their bedroom.

Oh they do. See chapter 96 of Hacker

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[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

Chapter 27

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“Are we there yet?”


Willow gripped the steering wheel of the immobile car tightly as she groaned in frustration, the same question having been posed to her what felt like a thousand times in the thirty minutes they'd been driving, or sitting in traffic as the case was in that moment.


“I will tell you when we get there, JJ, and if you ask one more time I’m turning the car around and there won’t be any party!”


JJ scowled from his booster seat and crossed his arms over his chest in annoyance. Willow saw from the rearview mirror before noticing Tara was casting her a sidelong glance and had a predominantly raised eyebrow.


She sighed and closed her eyes momentarily before reopening them and mouthing the word ‘sorry’ towards her wife.


“Traffic...” she offered as way of explanation for her crabbiness, the two-mile tailback they were apart of along with the almost constant stream of beeping horns lifting her frustration to a heightened level.


“Would you like me to drive?” Tara asked kindly.


“No,” Willow scoffed in dismissal, “It’s your birthday. You don’t have to do any of the crappy stuff on your birthday.”


Tara sighed and brought a hand up to rub her temple slightly.


“I’d prefer to have to drive on my birthday then have a car full of stress and my two favorite people all moody.”


Willow took her hand from where it was resting on the gearstick and took Tara’s hand in her lap.


“No stress, okay?” she said, visibly blowing a relaxing breath out in indication, “No stress.”


She brought the blonde’s hand up to her mouth and kissed her knuckles, seeing her wife drop her gaze and quirk her lips in response before they locked grinning gazes again. After a moment, Willow looked guiltily towards the back seat but Tara just gave her a reassuring smile.


“He’ll have forgotten as soon as we get there.”


Willow gave a small smile but didn’t have a chance to respond as the car in front of her started to surge forwards and she noticed she could now take the turn they needed to take.


“Oh! Oh! Exit!!” she said as she took the car out of ‘park’ and started to turn the wheel, bringing them onto a street with no congestion, “Finally. Man, why did Xander and Anya have to pick an amusement place outside the city?”


She rolled her eyes and in the process saw Tara shooting her a pointed glance.


“Not that I’m stressing,” she continued, lifting the tips of her fingers from the steering wheel in the best defensive pose she could muster without losing control of the car, “Simply a general wonderment...”


Tara shook her head playfully before pointing at a signpost just ahead, indicating their destination was just ahead.


“Well if you ‘generally wonder’ you way down the next left turn, we’ll be there in a few minutes.”


Willow stuck her tongue out for a second, long enough for Tara to see and smile but not long enough for JJ to see and replicate, before turning down the indicated street, passing various establishments before they appeared to be outside the right building, flashing LED lights screaming 'amusements' at them.


Willow pulled the car into an available parking space and turned off the engine before turning her head around to face JJ and adopting a soft tone.


“We’re here, honey.”


True to Tara’s supposition, JJ’s face broke out in joy and excitement as he lunged for the door, trying in vain to open it as the childlock kept it closed.


“I’ll open it, I’ll open it,” Willow laughed at the eager boy as she exited the car and opened the backseat door.


She grabbed JJ’s hand to stop him from running off too quickly and waited for Tara to appear on the sidewalk, her purse over one shoulder and JJ’s small backpack with his clothes for his sleepover with Alex ready for the night over the other, along with Alex’s birthday present, a large book about dinosaurs, wrapped in dark blue paper.


Willow pressed the button on her keys to lock it and smiled as she saw Tara take JJ’s other hand before they all started walking into the building. Once inside, they were directed towards the party area off to the left by the bundles of balloons that had ‘Happy Birthday, Alex’ imprinted on them.


The couple let JJ run off into the other mass of children – who were running around the enclosed space, jumping into the large ball pen that was set up and grabbing handfuls from the bowls of candy set up on a small table – as they entered the area and instantly spotted the adults all talking together off to the side and walked over.


Before either had a chance to say hello, Anya instantly grabbed a hold of Willow’s arm.


“Finally, you’re here. I’ve had to deal with the whiny children by myself. You promised you’d do it,” she complained irately before glancing at Tara and smiling just slightly, “Happy Birthday.”


“Hello to you, too, Ahn,” Willow replied sarcastically, taking her arm back, “You don’t exactly look like they’re hanging off of you.”


Anya shrugged nonchalantly.


“The large pit of brightly coloured balls seems to be amusing them.”


“Yea, I’ll bet,” Willow replied almost derisively before smiling around at the rest of the group which consisted of Xander and a few other women that Willow didn’t recognise, presumably the mothers of those of the children there from Alex’s school, “Hi. I’m Willow.”


“And I’m Tara,” Tara added as she placed JJ’s backpack on the floor and Alex’s presents with the others before she straightened up with a wave.


The other women greeted them politely but instantly went back to their own conversation. Xander walked over to Tara and kissed her on the cheek.


“Happy Birthday, Tara.”


“Thank you, Xander,” Tara replied warmly as she kissed his cheek back before Anya grabbed her attention.


Willow saw her wife fall into conversation with Anya and shuffled in beside Xander.


“Hey Xand. Only man amongst the women, huh?”


“Well the only one over the age of 6,” Xander replied jovially, “As long as that doesn’t include mental ages.”


Willow laughed at her friend.


“Which are you more excited about; the ball pit or the laser tag later on?”


A light flush rose on Xander’s cheeks.


“I was already kicked out of the ball pit, so...” he replied in an embarrassed tone, “Having a kid is the best excuse for acting like one.”


Willow laughed again and looked out at the playing children, spotting JJ who had met up with Alex and were throwing balls at each other in the pit.


“Is Alex having a good birthday?”


“Yea,” Xander replied, relaxing his back against the wall behind him, “You know how much Anya spoils him. Our whole kitchen table was filled with presents when he woke up.”


“Like that bratty kid in Harry Potter? Willow asked, before quickly adding, “Not that Alex is a brat. He's a very sweet little boy.”


“Nah, I know what you meant,” Xander smiled in response, “Pretty much exactly like that. Anya had them numbered and everything. So is Tara having a good day?”


“She is,” Willow replied with a smile, “But we both kinda know the day is for the kids. I promised her the night is all hers though.”


“Nice idea,” Xander replied with a nod before looking at the redhead curiously, “You looking forward to your evening?”


Willow grinned as she thought of the evening planned.


“Yea, I can’t wait. It’ll be really cool seeing the same band we saw on like, one of our first dates. We’ve just...come so far. I mean, we're married, we have a child, we have a-” Willow swallowed her words as she almost said 'baby on the way' and tried to quickly cover, “You know, a life together.”


Xander nodded knowingly but didn’t get a chance to answer as Jesse and Alice appeared through the doors; Alice pushing a sleeping Ella in a stroller and Jesse holding a large gift-wrapped box, which he placed on the floor with the group of other presents before walking over to Willow and Xander, clapping his hands together loudly.


“Man, that right there,” he said, pointing over his shoulder at the present he’d just put down, “Is the hottest Hot Wheels set I have ever seen in my life. The cars got steel rims and everything!”


Xander grinned and grabbed Jesse’s hand, closing his own over it before pulling the man forward and patting him on the back in a classic ‘buddy’ hug.


“Thanks, man.”


“No problem,” Jesse replied as the two pulled apart, “I love my little girl but I gotta get my manly on with my two favourite nephews sometimes.”


“Yea well, you just wait,” Xander responded, puffing his chest out, “‘Cause I’m gonna kick your ass at laser tag later.”


“Oh please,” Jesse retorted, “When was the last time you even handled a weapon, Harris? Academy?”


“You guys are worse than the 5 year olds,” Willow piped up with a playful role of her eyes, before tapping each man on the shoulder, “Enjoy your testosterone pissy match.”


She left the two to their attempts at one-upmanship and went over to Alice, Tara and Anya.


“Get sick of the boys?” Tara questioned with a wry grin.


“Missed my wife,” Willow responded with a sweet smile as she moved to embrace her wife from behind, “What are we talking about here?”


“The Stepford mothers over there,” Alice replied, gently rocking Ella’s stroller forwards in an attempt to keep her asleep despite the noise, “I said they seem very clique-ish.”


“And I said we could be accused of the same,” Tara added, glancing over her shoulder to meet her wife’s gaze.


“Sorry baby, I’m with Alice,” Willow responded, shrugging just slightly, “They barely even acknowledged our existence when we said hello.”


“I said they could leave and collect their kids after the party,” Anya shrugged, “That’s what most of the parents did. But those three arrived together and insisted on staying. They seem oddly attached to each other.”


“Like I said, Stepford mothers,” Alice shook her head, “They have no purpose outside their kids and husbands and wouldn’t know what to do if they weren’t around them.”


Anya, Alice and Willow all gave small laughs but Tara just raised her eyebrow.


“You don’t know anything about them.”


“We’re only joking around,” Willow replied, squeezing her wife’s midsection, “But you’re right, we shouldn’t judge.”


“I don’t see why not,” Anya replied casually, “After sex and spending money, it’s my favourite pastime.”


Tara bit her lip to contain a smile at that while the other two just started laughing again.


The last of Alex’s school friends showed up over the next twenty minutes, along with Becky, Brian, Buffy and Angel to complete the gathering.


After a while, Xander started to rally everyone together to split them into teams for laser tag. Willow excused herself out of the teams, claiming a fake stomach-ache from a fake lingering hangover, not wanting to risk any possibility of falling or being run into by excitable kids or some of the even more excitable adults. When that caused an uneven number, Tara gladly sat out with Willow as well. Laser or not, she was happy to not to be involved with any kind of gun.


They ended up with teams of adults vs. kids and Xander led them all upstairs in their teams to where the laser tag arena was. Willow and Tara stayed downstairs (along with the mothers of the school kids who had stayed, though they were still in their own circle) and sat in some chairs off to the side, relishing the brief moments of silence.


“How’re you feeling?” Tara asked softly as she toyed with the ends of her wife’s hair.


“Really good,” Willow replied with a smile, “And don’t even mention the M S words. I don’t want you jinxing it like last time.”


“My lips are sealed,” Tara grinned, mimicking a locking motion against her lips, “Bet it was nice to have a morning without it though.”


“Tara!” Willow replied, widening her eyes at the blonde, “That qualifies as jinxing!”


Tara held up one hand in defence.


“Sorry, sorry.”


Willow just smiled and moved her head to rest on Tara’s shoulder.


“I’m gonna disappear after we sing Alex happy birthday for a little bit and then come back and collect you, okay?”


Tara felt Willow take her hand in her lap and smiled.


“Should I even both questioning?”


“You can,” Willow replied coyly, “But it would be futile.”


Tara began playing with her wife’s fingers.


“I already know what we’re doing...”


Willow scoffed playfully, then laughed.


“You know where we’re going. You don’t know what we’re doing. At least not all of it.”


“Okay, okay, I get it,” Tara replied warmly, “You want to surprise me.”


Willow shrugged and smiled shyly.


“I just wanna make you happy.”


“Well you don’t have to try to do that, silly,” Tara replied as she wrapped her arm around the redhead’s shoulder and pulled her head down to her shoulder, kissing the top of her wife’s hair, “You just do.”


Willow sighed contentedly as she continued to play with the blonde’s fingers.


“I’d like to kiss you senseless right now but a bunch of 5 year olds are about to run back in here.”


As if on cue, the crowd of children ran back into the area, some play-fighting with guns made from their hands and others jumping straight back into the ball pen. JJ ran straight over to his parents, jumping up and down excitedly.


“I got Uncle Jesse and Uncle Xander!”


“High five,” Willow exclaimed proudly, holding her hand up for JJ to hit his smaller one against.


JJ ran off again just as Xander and Jesse walked past. Willow stopped them with a grin.


“I hear my boy kicked your asses.”


Xander looked like he was about to protest before sighing and speaking meekly.


“Yes.”


“Consider our asses considerably kicked,” Jesse piped up, “I didn’t even see him sneaking up behind me.”


“And now to console ourselves with cake,” Xander added with a impish smile, clapping his hands together, and looking over towards the large table set out with foods, where Anya was standing and taking a cake out of a box and nodding at him to help her, “Which my lovely wife went to great efforts to...purchase.”


“What Anya does best,” Willow quipped, making Xander shoot her a knowing grin.


“I’m not complaining when she gets the best cake this side of...”


“Canada?” Jesse offered before looking off in thought, “Do Canadians do good cake?”


“If you count the Great Canadian Heinz Ketchup Cake,” Xander replied with a nod, to perplexed looks from the others, “It’s like red velvet. Had some in Toronto when we went up last ye–”


“Xander!”


Xander jumped in place at the sound of Anya’s shrill voice cut across the room. He looked over his shoulder momentarily.


“I was summoned and did not leave. Bad Xander.”


He scurried off as the others laughed quietly and helped Anya with the cake before gesturing at Jesse, who then went over to the lightswitch and flicked it off. There were a few shrieks from startled children not expecting the sudden darkness, but they soon turned to sounds of delight as Anya held the cake up, topped with lighting candles and started walking it towards Alex, who was standing at the end of the table, his smile visible from his flashing teeth in the dimness.


The kids ran over to surround the cake like moths attracted to light and the adults followed as Anya started them off a loud chorus of ‘Happy Birthday’; Alex giddily swinging his legs back and forth as the flames from the candles danced before his eyes.


When the song finished, Alex blew out the candles to a round of applause as Jesse switched the lights back on. Anya started cutting the cake and handing out slices on paper plates.


Tara watched in amusement as Willow devoured her piece in mere seconds and offered the redhead her own slice.


“LM likes?” she questioned in a joking whisper and saw Willow blush but nod and enjoy the second piece as well.

Willow smiled over at her wife and looked on as she finished her cake, then walked over to Alex and gave him a warm hug, exchanging a few words with the birthday boy before she sauntered back over and placed a passing kiss against Tara’s cheek before whispering in her ear.


“I’ll be back, my love.”

[BuffyFan4ever]

Dibs

Great update.

Xander is hilarious. He's just a big kid and he doesn't even try to change. Love it.

LOL at the "stepford wives" comments. Even though the same could be guessed if strangers looked at them. People just naturally stay with friends instead of talking to strangers.

Can't wait to see the rest of Tara's birthday.

[AstronSoul]

Woohoo, I love your updates!

Especially love that JJ kicked Xander and Jesse's asses. Leave it to a kid to do it too!
Stepford wives, I really don't like any women like that, though Tara is right who is anyone to judge, just fun to make fun of em once in a while

I am dying to see what Willow is up too, having to leave for a bit, surprises are so much goodness! And apparently LM was very EVRY hungry, can't wait for the next update!!!