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

[zampsa19752001]

Yay for excellent update-y goodness... I really liked the party... Willow & Tara gave good excused to sit out of the laser tag fest... Big lol for JJ tagging both Xander & Jesse... Lol for LM liking the cake extra much...

[leonhart17]

Aww, that was sweet! And now I want to play laser tag! Can't wait to see what other surprises Willow has in store for the rest of Tara's birthday night!

[ToTheNetherRealm]

I´m so excited about the next one. I´m so curious of what Willow have in mind for Tara's birthday. I honestly don't know how Tara can stand it not knowing what she are up to! Woo and hoo for laser tag! It was awesome. JJ totally kicked butt!

[Gaga01]

Aww, it was so cute!! Good thinking from Willow to excuse herself for the laser tag, last thing she'd need is one hyper kid running into her and potentially hurt her of the baby...I want everybody to know about the baby!!! In the meantime though, I can't wait to see what surprises Willow has in store for Tara for her birthday

[Finey_McFine]

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 feel your pain sister!!!

After a moment, Willow looked guiltily towards the back seat

Confession: I never feel guilty about fussing at the little McFine for that "Are we they're yet?" crap. We were going somewhere recently with a friend of hers who posed the dreaded question and she shushed them quickly with, "Shhh, quite! Don't ask it again or she'll pull over and make us walk." As if that's ever actually happened, lol.

Anyway, great update! Made me wanna go play laser tag! It also makes me wonder what Willow has up her sleeve.

[taralicious]

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

First of all, this was brilliant and exactly the sort of adult insinuation I had in mind. Thanks for making the transition between thought and reality.

and if you ask one more time I’m turning the car around and there won’t be any party!”

I know this tone of voice all too well from my own childhood as my sister and I would get bored riding in the back seat of our car for the hour it took to drive to my dad's parent's house. We, like JJ, would sulk for awhile and by the time we had gotten there would have forgotten about it 'cause we could go down to the city park and run around and go on the playground equipment.

Willow took her hand from where it was resting on the gearstick

and placed Tara's hand over her own and then placed them back on my gearstick. No wait sorry, that's "Baby, you can drive my car and baby I love you" Beep beep beep beep yeah." Well, I had to slip one dick joke in here or it drives down my average.

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

Ah yes, the ball pit. Right up there with the bouncy castle as rather Edwardian, or even earlier, ways of keeping groups of small children entertained in a confined space.

The other women greeted them politely but instantly went back to their own conversation.

There's no way a group like these women can be plotting anything except the complete and total domination of others to be totally subjugate to their wills. They've met their downfall however as Willow and Tara dance to no one's tune but their own.

“Like that bratty kid in Harry Potter?

Dudley Dursley, the vilest fictional child ever brought to life since Roald Dahl brought the four other Wonka kids to life in "Charlie and the Chocolate Factory."

“When was the last time you even handled a weapon, Harris?

The last time Anya and the kids were out of town visiting her folks for the weekend. Oh, a cheap masturbation joke. Part of the same vein of humour as straight dick jokes.

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

This is one of Tara's more admirable qualities; the ability to make a conscious effort to find something positive to say about anyone.

[MmmTaraSoSmexy13]

“I hear my boy kicked your asses.”....Epicness. I love how both Xander and Jesse got their asses kicked. Woot Woot go JJ. I wonder what is up Willow's sleeve for Tara's surprise. Me want more awesome updates...please lol XD

[Laragh]

BuffyFan4ever –

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

Hey, you gotta embrace what you are Especially if you’re a big kid

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.

So very true. Life would be more interesting and probably a lot more awkward if we all spoke to strangers instead.

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

Hope you enjoy it!

Thanks for commenting

AstronSoul –

Woohoo, I love your updates!

Woo!

Especially love that JJ kicked Xander and Jesse's asses. Leave it to a kid to do it too!

Kids are sneaky and fast! Perfect ass-kicking material.

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

Haha, agree completely, it’s fun to have a giggle over the snobs sometimes

I am dying to see what Willow is up too, having to leave for a bit, surprises are so much goodness!

Willow does like her surprises!

And apparently LM was very EVRY hungry, can't wait for the next update!!!

Haha, what the baby wants, the baby wants.

Thanks for your comment

zampsa19752001 –

I really liked the party...

Glad you liked!

Willow & Tara gave good excused to sit out of the laser tag fest...

Well of all the adults, they were least likely to want to play anyway.

Big lol for JJ tagging both Xander & Jesse...

The little kid got the big kids

Lol for LM liking the cake extra much...

/Willow using it as an excuse

Thanks for your comment!

leonhart17 –

Aww, that was sweet! And now I want to play laser tag!

I actually played this week, post-writing that chapter, and it made me wish I’d gone into more detail for the game So much fun.

Can't wait to see what other surprises Willow has in store for the rest of Tara's birthday night!

Hope you enjoy the rest of their evening!

Thanks for commenting

ToTheNetherRealm –

I´m so excited about the next one. I´m so curious of what Willow have in mind for Tara's birthday. I honestly don't know how Tara can stand it not knowing what she are up to!

I wouldn’t be able to. If I know someone has a secret, I pester/hit them until they give it up. Tara’s a lot more patient than me

Woo and hoo for laser tag! It was awesome. JJ totally kicked butt!

He did! He knows how to get in there and beat the men when he has to, just like his Momma

Thanks for your comment

Gaga01 –

Good thinking from Willow to excuse herself for the laser tag, last thing she'd need is one hyper kid running into her and potentially hurt her of the baby...

Exactly, that definitely wouldn’t be of the good.

I want everybody to know about the baby!!!

Soon! I promise! (I think)

In the meantime though, I can't wait to see what surprises Willow has in store for Tara for her birthday

All coming soon!

Thanks for commenting!

Finey_McFine –

I feel your pain sister!!! Confession: I never feel guilty about fussing at the little McFine for that "Are we they're yet?" crap. We were going somewhere recently with a friend of hers who posed the dreaded question and she shushed them quickly with, "Shhh, quite! Don't ask it again or she'll pull over and make us walk." As if that's ever actually happened, lol.

Haha, that’s awesome though. You’ve got the threatening thing down without actually being threatening. Parenting: You’re doing it right

Made me wanna go play laser tag!

Do it. Do it, do it, do it. Best game ever.

It also makes me wonder what Willow has up her sleeve.

You know Willow, she’s all about the romance.

Thanks for your feedback

taralicious –

First of all, this was brilliant and exactly the sort of adult insinuation I had in mind. Thanks for making the transition between thought and reality.

Haha, glad I could assist

I know this tone of voice all too well from my own childhood as my sister and I would get bored riding in the back seat of our car for the hour it took to drive to my dad's parent's house. We, like JJ, would sulk for awhile and by the time we had gotten there would have forgotten about it 'cause we could go down to the city park and run around and go on the playground equipment.

Toys: Helping people forget their grievances from childhood to adulthood...although the toys do change

and placed Tara's hand over her own and then placed them back on my gearstick. No wait sorry, that's "Baby, you can drive my car and baby I love you" Beep beep beep beep yeah." Well, I had to slip one dick joke in here or it drives down my average

I would be disappointed if you didn’t

Ah yes, the ball pit. Right up there with the bouncy castle as rather Edwardian, or even earlier, ways of keeping groups of small children entertained in a confined space.

I have a massive fear of bouncy castles since one collapsed on me when I was 4, hence the ball pit

There's no way a group like these women can be plotting anything except the complete and total domination of others to be totally subjugate to their wills. They've met their downfall however as Willow and Tara dance to no one's tune but their own.

Like they said, Stepford Wives

Dudley Dursley, the vilest fictional child ever brought to life since Roald Dahl brought the four other Wonka kids to life in "Charlie and the Chocolate Factory."

I wouldn’t want to get on the wrong side of Veruca, that’s for sure.

The last time Anya and the kids were out of town visiting her folks for the weekend. Oh, a cheap masturbation joke. Part of the same vein of humour as straight dick jokes.

Nicely done. Knocked 2 points down for the fact that Anya’s parents are dead in this verse though

This is one of Tara's more admirable qualities; the ability to make a conscious effort to find something positive to say about anyone.

She is extremely nice. Except when Willow wants her to be naughty

Thanks for your feedback

MmmTaraSoSmexy13 –

“I hear my boy kicked your asses.”....Epicness. I love how both Xander and Jesse got their asses kicked. Woot Woot go JJ.

I wonder what their boss would say?

I wonder what is up Willow's sleeve for Tara's surprise.

Read and see!

Me want more awesome updates...please lol XD

Haha, don’t know about awesome, but here’s an update!

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 28

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Previously:

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.”

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“I think your honey’s here,” Buffy said to Tara as she spotted Willow standing at the doors of the play area, looking around the room.


Tara glanced over to the doors and smiled as she stood up.


“I think that’s my cue to leave,” she said before looking back at Xander and Anya, who was sitting on his lap, “Is that okay?”


Anya nodded.


“Sure. We’ll take care of your son for no commercial or financial gain.”


“Happily so,” Xander quickly added with a smile, “Have a good birthday, Tara.”


“Have a wonderful evening! Make sure you don’t go home until the concert’s directed time says it’s over!” Anya said warmly, causing everyone else to shuffle uncomfortably.


Tara didn’t notice and passed the remark off as just an odd Anya-ism.


“Thank you, Ahn,” she replied to be courteous before waving to the group, “I’ll see you all soon.”


There was a chorus of ‘byes’ and ‘happy birthdays’ as Tara started to walk towards the exit, locking eyes with Willow half-way there, who beamed at her. Tara held up one finger to indicate she’d just be a moment and detoured slightly to go over to where JJ was unsuccessfully trying to show Alex how to juggle with the plastic balls from the pit. She bent down and put her hand on the small of his back to get his attention.


“Me and Momma are leaving now, okay honey? You’re going home with Alex for a sleepover. Be good for Aunty Anya and Uncle Xander.”


“I will,” JJ answered, just barely taking his attention away from his task, “We’re gonna build a fort!”


Alex nodded eagerly in confirmation and Tara smiled between the two boys before pulling Alex into a quick hug.


“Happy Birthday, Alex.”


“It’s Mommy’s birthday too,” JJ piped up as Tara released the boy and Alex’s eyes widened as he suddenly remembered that piece of information too.


“Happy Birthday, Aunty Tara!”


“Why thank you,” Tara replied with a grin, “Birthday buddy.”


Alex grinned and nodded and Tara brought a hand up to each of the boy’s heads, ruffling their hair as she straightened up.


“Okay, Momma’s waiting. I’ll see you both tomorrow.”


The boys waved goodbye and Tara walked in a beeline towards Willow, noticing the redhead’s changed attire; a cap sleeve green blouse with a ruffled front and fitted black jacket hanging over her shoulders while a pair of dark denim jeans hugged her legs, the ends tucked into a pair of mid-calf length, strapped, black boots.


“Hello sexy,” Tara said as approached her wife, “You look gorgeous.”


“Why thank you,” Willow replied as she looped her arm in Tara’s and started walking them away from the noise and chaos, “Time for the Tara-portion of the evening.”


“Well it’s been a fun day so far,” Tara responded warmly as she was led out of the building and towards the car, “It’s wonderful to see all the children so happy.”


“It is,” Willow agreed as the opened the passenger-side door for her wife, “Your chariot awaits, my dear.”


Willow held the blonde’s hand as she helped her sit into the car, letting go only to close the door and move around to get in the driver’s seat, where she re-entwined her fingers with Tara’s over the gearstick and smiled across the seats as she started the engine.


“You know, the way the sun is setting right now, you look like you’ve got this whole heavenly glow about you. You look radiant.”


“You’re the glow-y one,” Tara replied but with a warm smile, “I’ll look a lot better when I get changed.”


Willow frowned as she pulled from the parking space and onto the road.


“Baby, we don’t have time to go home. The concert starts in 20 minutes. That’s why I went back to organise everything before.”


Tara shot her head around to her wife, an eyebrow raised sternly.


“Willow, are you kidding me? We’re going out for the evening and you didn’t factor in time for me to get changed?”


Willow shook her head in confusion.


“But you don’t need to get changed.”


Tara threw her hands in front of her in disbelief.


“You got changed.”


“To look nice for you,” Willow replied, her tone innocuous, “You already look amazing.”


Tara’s mouth began to hang open.


“Willow, I threw these on for a kids’ party.”


Willow stopped the car at a red light and looked over at Tara, seeming almost bewildered that the blonde even needed to bring this up.


“But you look beautiful.”


Tara’s entire face softened as one side of her lips quirked just slightly upwards, seeing Willow obliviousness for what it was: nothing but adoration for her. She glanced down at her simple red blouse and plain black pants, deciding she at the very least looked presentable and lucked out in not having had anything spilled on her throughout the course of the day until she heard Willow speak again.


“My red boots are in the trunk if you wanna wear those? I’m sorry, Tara.”


Tara raised her head and shook it slightly.


“It’s okay,” she replied, squeezing the redhead’s hand beneath hers, “I think you made me fall a little bit more in love with you.”


The car pushed forwards as the light turned to amber and quickly to green and Willow’s eyebrows shot up.


“I’m not gonna even question how I got you from pissed to that,” she said with a quick glance and an undeniably sparkling smile, “I love you.”


“I know you do,” Tara replied and lifted her hand from the redhead’s to reach over and tuck a piece of hair behind her ear, playing with the end of it idly and stroking the skin of her wife’s cheek with a feather-light touch.


Willow’s eyes fluttered closed at the soft contact and she had to make a pointed effort to snap them open again to keep control of the car, though her head still moved into the touch as a low mutter left her lips.


“That’s kinda distracting.”


“Sorry,” Tara replied softly, though made no effort to stop.


They cruised quietly along the streets as the sun went from dark orange to vibrant red to gone completely, replaced with a slowly rising half-moon, highlighted by the surrounding twinkling stars.


They eventually pulled into a parking lot outside a large all-white, dome-shaped building that was roofless and already had music billowing out into the neighbouring area.


Willow put the car in park and turned the engine off.


“Stay there,” she said quickly as she unfastened her seatbelt, “I’ll open your door.”


“Okay,” Tara agreed with a smile, “Can I get those boots?”


“You bet,” Willow replied as she exited the car and went around to the trunk, taking one thing out and placing it on the ground by the wheel, before rooting around for the boots she knew she’d thrown in there when she’d decided she needed to permanently replace them with flats to accommodate the swelling she’d been experiencing in her feet.


She eventually located them under an old rain jacket and tucked them under her arm as she closed the trunk and went to the passenger door, opening it and handing the boots to Tara as she swung her legs from the car, her hair having being released from its ponytail and bouncing around her shoulders.


“Lucky you married a woman,” Willow commented as the blonde slipped her flats from her feet and replaced them with the red leather boots.


“Lucky I married you,” Tara replied sweetly before throwing a sly wink in the redhead’s direction, “We’re the same shoe size.”


Willow let out a small giggle as Tara pulled the zips on either boot up, happy her attired was smartened up a little for the evening before standing up from the seat completely and glancing down at the redhead’s own shoes, quite aware of her wife’s switch to less restricting footwear.


“Those aren’t hurting you are you? I don’t want you in pain just to look nice for me. You’d look stunning even in flip flops. Or barefoot.”


Willow gave a soft smile and shook her head.


“They’ve always been a little big, so they’re comfy,” she reassured as she closed the passenger door and locked the car, before taking the handle of the other item she’d taken from the trunk, which Tara was surprised to see was a picnic basket.


“What’s in there?”


“Well you didn’t think I wouldn’t bring dinner, did you?” Willow asked as she used to other hand to entwine her fingers with her wife’s and started walking them towards the entrance to the arena, “I did eat your cake, after all.”


“My pregnant wife is welcome to eat my cake whenever she likes,” Tara replied before frowning slightly, “I didn’t mean for that to come out so dirty.”


“You sure?” Willow responded, waggling her eyebrows, “Maybe you could open an all-you-can-eat Tara-buffet?”


Tara gave an easy smile and swung their hands between them as they walked across the grassy path.


“My restaurant wouldn’t do so well if I only allowed one patron inside.”


“Don’t worry, I’m sure that this patron is a great kisser,” Willow quipped, sticking her tongue out between her teeth just a little, “Whoops, I of course meant tipper.”


“Of course,” Tara replied wryly, “Although it’s one and the same when payment is transferred through this certain customer’s lips.”


Willow smiled to herself as they stopped at the turnstile into the arena where a security guard was standing.


“Tickets?”


“Back pocket,” Willow said over to Tara, who dropped the redhead’s hand momentarily to reach into her back pocket.


Willow had to suppress a grin when she felt Tara’s hand give her buttock a cheeky squeeze as she took the two tickets and handed them to the guard, who scanned them with a handheld machine and handed them back before pressing a button to allow them though the turnstile.


Another security guard on the other side took the picnic basket and gave the contents a quick glance through before letting them continue into the grounds; a large stage in the middle, providing a center to the sloped grass surrounding it, where others had set out blankets and deck chairs to sit on. There was music playing from the loud speakers either side of the stage; through a sound system as oppose to the live band that had yet to appear.


The two found an area of grass not too far from the stage but not close enough that they’d be deafened by the sound system and Willow placed the basket down on the grass, opening it to retrieve a soft, red blanket which she spread out and knelt down, gesturing with her hands across the blanket as she smiled up at her wife.


“Sit down, my sweet.”


Tara sank down onto the blanket and sat cross-legged on the blanket, watching as Willow took a spherical glass with a flat base filled with wax to form a candle from the basket and placed it above the blanket, on the grass, lighting it just a moment later with a pocket lighter.


“Ambiance?” Tara questioned with a grin.


“Well I could use my cell phone if you prefer,” Willow replied with a playful glare, “But since we’re outside, yes, I’m creating some ambiance.”


“Was I complaining?” Tara asked with a small laugh, absently noticing that the speakers stopped playing music as the band started to assemble on stage, “What else have you got in that basket of goodies?”


“Well, I have your favourite selection of hot and cold delicatessen delights,” Willow responded with a winning smile as she first brought out two single forks, then some plastic containers with a variety of salads, quiche, olives, cheeses and sandwiches, “And some drinks...”


Two bottles of water followed the food, before Willow produced two red-stemmed cocktail glasses, throwing the bubble wrap she’d had around them back into the basket, and then pulling out a flask, confirming its contents by a yellow sticker with a ‘T’ written in black marker.


She opened the flask and poured a translucent, red liquid into one of the glasses, which she then handed to Tara.


The redhead then produced another flask with a matching sticker that said ‘W’ and poured a similar-looking liquid into the other glass in her hand.


“A birthday Cosmopolitan for you,” she said as she held up her glass, “And a cranberry juice for me.”


“Never say my wife doesn’t know how to surprise,” Tara grinned as she took a sip from her glass, “Thank you, darling.”


“My pleasure,” Willow replied before giving a small jump when music suddenly started again, the band playing the opening notes of ‘I Wanna Hold Your Hand’ without any introductions.


She looked towards the stage and smiled at the significantly older but still dressed up as John, Paul, George and Ringo with the same flourish that she remembered from almost a decade ago. Her attention was pulled back however as she felt fingers entwine with her free hand on her lap.


She looked up to see her wife reaching across the food.


“I wanna hold your hand,” Tara sang along softly as she squeezed their palms together and smiled.


Willow felt a flush rise on her cheeks as a warm tingle settled in her abdomen, her standard response whenever Tara sang, especially when it was directed to her. She held up her glass in a silent toast and grinned as her wife clinked hers against it before they both took a sip.


They wordlessly watched the band and each other through ‘Eight Days a Week’ and ‘Ticket to Ride’ as they enjoyed the music and their drinks. Once finished, Willow took the glasses and secured them back in the basket before turning back around and picking up an olive, bringing her hand up to offer it to Tara.


Tara took the olive between her lips, sucking it from her wife’s fingers and into her mouth before she began slowly chewing on the small, oval bite.


“Good?” Willow asked with a grin as she took her hand back, the music played at a level that they could converse without having to raise their voices much.


“Salty,” Tara answered as she reached down to the containers, tore a small piece of quiche from the end and offered it to Willow in the same way the olive had been offered to her.


“Thank you,” Willow smiled as she took the proffered food before picking up both forks, holding one out towards the blonde, “I can’t eat the cheeses or the sandwiches with the meat, but everything else looks pretty good, right?


“Delicious,” Tara agreed as she picked up a pastrami and provolone sandwich, then brought it up to her mouth, taking a bite and gesturing down at the array of food, “Try something, sweetie.”


Willow reached down and speared a spinach leaf and a piece of farfalle pasta that had a light coating of what looked like pesto from one of the containers and nodded approvingly at the flavour, quickly taking another piece.


“That’s really good,” she agreed through bites, “This dad in the park told me about this deli over on Hertel Avenue when I got talking to him last week. Said it was the best in Buffalo. He wasn’t kidding.”


Tara smiled as she chewed before noticing Willow was averting her gaze just slightly. She brought her sandwich down to her lap and eyed the redhead suspiciously.


“What?”


Willow continued to shift her gaze for a moment before finally meeting Tara’s eyeline.


“He kinda tried to ask me out there.”


Tara quirked an eyebrow and glanced down at Willow’s hand.


“Did he not see that very-shiny ring I put on your finger?”


“Not until I showed him,” Willow answered in a pointed but cheery tone, “Along with the very-pretty picture of you I keep in my wallet.”


The side of Tara’s lips slowly quirked into a grin and she gave a small shrug.


“Guess I can’t blame a guy for trying. Although I’m not sure I should let you go to that park unattended anymore.”


Willow playfully rolled her eyes and stuck out her tongue.


“Don’t show me that tongue unless you plan to use it,” Tara teased and Willow quickly shut her mouth before leaning over and making a sound akin to a purring in her wife’s ear.


“Later, my love.”


She watched as a small shiver went up the blonde’s spine and sat back on the blanket, a smug smile on her face. Tara shook her head to herself and cleared her throat before trying to act nonchalant as the band started up ‘Come Together’.


“I love this song.”


Willow laughed and inadvertently snorted.


“I’ll bet.”


Tara blushed, hidden in the dark night sky with only LED stage lights momentarily highlighting her face, though Willow was well aware by the coy and embarrassed smile that the blonde was trying to hide just how red her cheeks would be. She forwent any teasing and instead just shuffled over just enough that she could place her hand atop her wife’s on the blanket.


Tara looked towards the redhead with the smile that Willow knew was only ever directed towards her; that screamed ‘I adore you’ and answered back with her own tender smile as her fingers began to lightly stroke the blonde’s.


She kept up the action as they both started to enjoy the deli delights again and the band continued through their set list; breaking only between songs for the band members to take a quick drink or change instruments; something both women appreciated as it provided an almost steady stream of good music acting as a background to the enjoyment of just being together.


When the containers had only crumbs and specks of remaining food left, Willow moved her hand away for the first time to gather them up and put them back in the basket to dispose of at home before taking the final, unrevealed items; turning back around with an uncovered box of chocolate-dipped strawberries in one hand and a red rose in the other.


She grinned as she saw Tara had lay down on her side while her back was turned; the side of her head resting on her palm while her elbow stood propped up on the blanket. Willow placed the strawberries down between them and assumed the same position, facing her wife as she held the rose in her spare hand, reaching out with it to twirl it under the blonde’s nose.


Tara smiled and her nose scrunched up slightly.


“Trying to make me sneeze?”


“No. I’m trying to be adorable,” Willow replied sweetly, before seductively dropping her gaze down to her wife’s lips and further letting them fall until she was shamelessly eyeing the blonde’s breasts. The rose, unintentionally or not, followed the path her eyes had until the petals were stroking the top of Tara’s cleavage. Willow seemed to realise what she was doing after a few moments and tore her gaze back to Tara’s face, but didn’t stop the stroking action with the rose, “And now I’m trying to be naughty.”


Tara gave her requisite half-smile.


“You’re quite adept at both,” she said in a low tone, before taking the stem of the rose from Willow’s hand and moving it up to tuck it behind her wife’s ear, “But we’ll get kicked out if you keep that up.”


“Well, that may be true,” Willow replied, taking the rose from her ear and swapping sides, tucking it behind the blonde’s ear this time, “But this clashes with my hair. Much prettier on you. Not that you need a flower to be gorgeous.”


“Thank you,” Tara replied demurely while Willow smiled and picked up one of the strawberries.


“Well now this seems like just the right position for me to...” she started as she brought the fruit up to her wife’s mouth, the chocolate end towards her lips, “Offer you one of these.”


Tara closed her mouth around the strawberry and bit from the stem down. The hard chocolate flaked off in her mouth and started to melt on her tongue as the juice from the fruit exploded in her mouth, a trickle spilling out from the side of her lips.


She moved to wipe it away but felt Willow’s lips get there first, sucking away the errant juice away and lingering for just a moment before moving back, licking her own lips and moving her gaze between her wife’s eyes and mouth.


“Can’t have you...sticky.”


“Oh we’re quite passed that stage,” Tara replied in a low, playful tone as she took her turn in popping a strawberry in her wife’s mouth before taking another one for herself and chewing seductively, “I’ve been...sticky since you showed up in those tight jeans.”


“Tara!” Willow replied, slightly embarrassed but smiling, as she put a hand on the side of her own hip and pulled the belt buckle of her jeans up slightly before letting the material snap back down, “Enjoy this hot bod while you can. You’ll have to sleep beside stretch-marks and puffiness soon.”


Tara knew the redhead was joking by her smile and tone of voice but reached over and ran a hand down her arm lovingly, settling above her hip.


“You’ll be so beautiful.”


Willow playfully scoffed.


“When I’m so big I’ll have to roll out of bed and you won’t be able to get on top of me?”


Tara’s eyes glinted in the darkness and she let the tips of her fingers slip beneath Willow’s shirt, tapping her skin lightly.


“Oh we’ll find a way,” she said as her fingers brushed over her wife’s stomach, “Might even be a cause for some...experimentation.”


“You’re so naughty tonight,” Willow replied with an obvious blush, taking Tara’s hand from beneath her shirt and holding it between them, “What’s gotten into you?”


Tara quirked an eyebrow mischievously.


“Hopefully you later.”


Willow cleared her throat, embarrassed.


“Note to self: Cosmos make you horny.”


Tara smiled and shook her head into her palm.


“I’m only playing.”


“I know,” Willow reassured, bringing the blonde’s hand up to her mouth and kissing her knuckles, “I like it.”


Tara started to lean over for a kiss but jumped back slightly in surprise when screechy feedback played out over the speakers as ‘Ringo’ tapped the microphone.


“Sorry about that, folks. Ladies and gentlemen, you’ve been wonderful and this has been a great way for us to start the New Year – singing the songs of the most influential band in history. We see a lot of couples out there tonight, so why don’t you use this lovely open space to dance with the one you love to our final song.”


The brass sounds of the beginning of ‘All You Need Is Love’ vibrated through the air and Willow turned her hand in the redhead’s, intertwining their fingers.


“Shall we?”


Tara sat back on her heels and took Willow’s other hand as she stood them both up, stepping off the blanket onto the grass. She settled her hands either side of the redhead’s hips and felt Willow’s arms cross around her neck.


“I had a wonderful birthday,” Tara said softly as they swayed, “It was nice just the two of us. Not that I don’t enjoy the parties you always throw me.”


“I understand,” Willow replied with a smile, “I think we should take as much time alone as we can before the baby comes along. Remember the chaos of having a newborn?”


Tara looked away for a moment.


“I remember everything,” she said fondly, “He was so very little.”


Willow waited for Tara to look back at her before placing a soft kiss on her lips.


“I love you,” she said before moving her head down to rest on the blonde’s chest.


Tara whispered a response before starting to quietly hum along to the tune as they moved in time to the music until the final shout-out of ‘love is all you need’ was sung and the stadium erupted in applause.


Willow gave the blonde a squeeze before pulling away and joining in on the applause. Tara threw in a whistle of appreciation, which made the redhead laugh and the band gave a few gracious waves to the audience.


After another minute of clapping, Willow bent down and began to gather the blanket and any remaining empty containers to the picnic basket. When she stood back up again, she slipped her hand into her wife’s and started walking them towards the exit with the throng of other people heading in the same direction.


Once back in their car, Willow turned the key in the ignition but didn’t reverse out of the parking spot, instead just looking over at the blonde.


“So, do you want to go get a drink or shall we just...head home?”


Tara bit the side of her lip coyly.


“Home, please.”


“Home we go,” Willow grinned as she began to drive, tapping her fingers against the steering wheel.


She indicated onto the adjourning road and hummed a tune to the beat of her tapping, aware in her peripheral vision that Tara was sneaking glances at her but kept her gaze in front of her until she pulled up outside a stoplight and saw the blonde give what looked like a shiver.


“I know what you’re thinking about,” she accused playfully, “That look has ‘birthday sex’ written all over it.”


“Not completely wrong,” Tara replied, blasé, “Although right this moment I’m wondering whether my head could fit between your legs from this angle.”


Willow almost choked on air and could only gape at her wife until a loud beeping from behind indicated that the light had turned green and another motorist was becoming impatient. She managed to compose herself enough to push the car forward, blinking repeatedly in front of her before shaking her head.


“You know sympathy pains?” she questioned after a moment, “You’re having sympathy baby-hormones. You didn’t accidentally stick yourself with some of those injections that turned you from a Rosenberg-Maclay to a Horndog-Maclay did you?”


“No,” Tara replied as she moved her hand to Willow’s thigh, “But it’s my birthday. And you’re very sexy. And I plan on spending the rest of the night with at least one of my body parts inside you at all times.”


Willow squirmed as her body temperature instantly soared.


“Ohh, that’s gonna make me crash, that’s gonna make me crash,” she wriggled in her seat and pushed Tara’s hand away before staring intently at the road, “Okay, okay, we just need to...just no sexy looks for the next 10 minutes. Then we will be home. Where our bed is.”


“Okay,” Tara acquiesced and splayed her hands flat on her thighs to stop them from sneaking back over to the other side of the car, “But I need a little something to work with. Have you maybe...got some new underwear to surprise me with?”


Willow didn’t dare take her eyes off the road but a small smirk creeped onto her lips; it was a somewhat unspoken tradition that they both bought new lingerie for each other’s birthdays.


“I may have something I plan on slipping in to.”


Tara dug her fingernails into the fabric of her pants and stretched her neck back against the headrest on the car as her eyes closed and images of a scantily-clad Willow ran though her mind, making her cheeks flush and her pulse pound in her ears until she felt the car come to a halt, with a slight skid as Willow rushed to get them into the driveway.


Her eyes flew open and her hand snapped the button to release the seatbelt as she dived over to grab the redhead’s cheeks, and pressed their lips together fervently.


Willow moaned into the kiss as she felt Tara’s tongue sweep along her bottom lip and reached behind her in search of the door handle, eventually finding and pulling it so the door unlocked, a quick push letting it fly fully open.


She started to slowly step back out of the car, reaching over to pull the blonde’s hips towards her. Tara understood and stared to climb over the seats as best she could. It was by far the most awkward way to get out of the car, as Willow bent over to keep her head under the roof while Tara tried to manoeuvre herself over, but worth every second of continued lip-contact it allowed until they were finally both up-right outside of the car and the door was slammed shut.


“I have a shoulder cramp now,” Tara murmured against her wife’s lips as Willow clicked a button to lock the car and started walking them backwards towards the house.


“You also have a personal masseuse,” Willow replied through kisses as she searched for the right key so they wouldn’t have to wait when they got to the door, “And I’ll kiss it better.”


They arrived at the door and Tara pushed her body against Willow’s so the redhead was pinned.


“I want you to kiss a lot more than just my shoulder.”


“I want to kiss a lot more than just your shoulder,” Willow replied as she moved the key in the door and turned it to open before pocketing the set again and moving her hands to the base of the taller girl’s shirt, “You’re lucky we don’t have a porch light. The neighbours would have a field day with the amount we end up smooching out here.”


She didn’t give the blonde a chance to respond as she suddenly reversed their position so she was the one pushing her body against her wife’s, bringing her mouth tauntingly close to Tara’s and speaking in a whisper.


“Now let’s go inside so I can ravish you.”


Tara captured her wife’s lips again as she pushed them through the door and felt eager fingers begin to unbutton her shirt as they stepped over the threshold into the pitch-black house, wasting no time in going towards the staircase. She felt the last button being unbuttoned and felt her shirt just hanging over her shoulders as they stepped onto the first stair and brought her hands to the redhead’s pants, snapping the button open and giving them a push so they fell around Willow’s ankles.


She heard her wife give a giggle and was about to wrap her arms around the redhead’s waist to help her up the rest of the stairs when the room suddenly burst with unexpected light and a shrill cry of 10 different voices rang out.


“Sur–”


Willow and Tara stood still in shock as they took in the sight of their friends and family all standing in their living room, looking on at them, balloons spread around the floor and a single banner that said ‘Happy Birthday’ that looked suspiciously similar to the same ones that had been hanging up at Alex’s party strewn across the top of the doorway.


Everyone stayed in shocked silence until Xander broke the silence with a nervous gulp as a balloon in his hand bounced up and down on its string, the only movement in the room.


“–prise?”

[BuffyFan4ever]

Dibs. Hooray for no Wednesday afternoon classes!!!

Great update. Loved Willow and Tara's flirting at the concert.

She heard her wife give a giggle and was about to wrap her arms around the redhead’s waist to help her up the rest of the stairs when the room suddenly burst with unexpected light and a shrill cry of 10 different voices rang out.


“Sur–”


Willow and Tara stood still in shock as they took in the sight of their friends and family all standing in their living room, looking on at them, balloons spread around the floor and a single banner that said ‘Happy Birthday’ that looked suspiciously similar to the same ones that had been hanging up at Alex’s party strewn across the top of the doorway.


Everyone stayed in shocked silence until Xander broke the silence with a nervous gulp as a balloon in his hand bounced up and down on its string, the only movement in the room.


“–prise?”

Anya's first line is going to be: "I told you they'd be coming home to have sex!!!"

[AstronSoul]

“Sur–”


Willow and Tara stood still in shock as they took in the sight of their friends and family all standing in their living room, looking on at them, balloons spread around the floor and a single banner that said ‘Happy Birthday’ that looked suspiciously similar to the same ones that had been hanging up at Alex’s party strewn across the top of the doorway.


Everyone stayed in shocked silence until Xander broke the silence with a nervous gulp as a balloon in his hand bounced up and down on its string, the only movement in the room.


“–prise?”

Wow, wow, wow....I love how they had a picnic at a concert, but man would I be pissed if I came home to make love to my girl and people were in the house. And you know, they knew what Willow had planned. Oh I really hope Willow says something, cause not cool messing with their alone time.

Great update!

[leonhart17]

Bwhaha! That's awesome! I was not expecting that at all! So funny!

[MmmTaraSoSmexy13]

OMG! Que funny. I can't believe you did that to our girls....but its fucking hilarious. I can't wait to read what Anya is going to say.

“But it’s my birthday. And you’re very sexy. And I plan on spending the rest of the night with at least one of my body parts inside you at all times.”

Willow squirmed as her body temperature instantly soared.

“Ohh, that’s gonna make me crash, that’s gonna make me crash,” she wriggled in her seat and pushed Tara’s hand away before staring intently at the road, “Okay, okay, we just need to...just no sexy looks for the next 10 minutes. Then we will be home. Where our bed is

I do love you intrepretation of a very horny and naughty Tara. Me likes a lot. *wink wink*

[ToTheNetherRealm]

The ending was amazing! I didn't expect that at all. Just amazing! The two of them are totally going to be blushing for the rest of the evening!

[zampsa19752001]

Yay for awesome update-y goodness... I loved the picnic in the concert and those lovely flirts... I guess Willow & Tara are going to be pretty pissed when their precious sexy alone time is interrupted...

[True_Love]

I totally was not expecting that. Tara's going to hide in the kitchen while Willow asks everyone to leave. How embarrassing!

[Finey_McFine]

Bahahahahahahahahahahaha! Freakin' classic! Great writing...I could picture the entire scene and in my mind there were crickets chirping as well. Just wondering how they will react after the shock wears off and they get some clothes on. Willow pissed and Tara embarrassed or vice versa? I guess I'll just have to wait...boo!

Loved the date! Sweet Willow is always my favorite Willow:) Horny Tara was great and just as I always imagined.

[taralicious]

Knocked 2 points down for the fact that Anya’s parents are dead in this verse though

Damn, I knew I should have gone with Anya was out of town fulfilling that dream of visiting the Federal Mint.
Now I just look insensitive and crass for forgetting that her parents were dead in this verse so I could make a wanking joke; sorry. Anya, even though you are a fictional character, I apologize.

“I think that’s my cue to leave,” she said

That is so Tara's cue to take some clothes off but Fate, ever with a twisted sense of humour unfathomable to us mere mortals, shall intervene as we shall soon see.

“You’re the glow-y one,” Tara replied but with a warm smile, “I’ll look a lot better when I get changed.”

No amount of artificial accoutrements, clothing or hair/makeup, can alter the indisputable fact that Tara is naturally an angel in human form and any embellishments are gravy.

and lucked out in not having had anything spilled on her throughout the course of the day until she heard Willow speak again.

I spilled my seed thinking about Tara in that understated red blouse and black pants accentuating the sinuous curves of her voluptuous thighs but that has no bearing upon her appearance and she won't be getting any stares from the security guards moaning about dress policy.

Willow’s eyes fluttered closed at the soft contact and she had to make a pointed effort to snap them open again to keep control of the car, though her head still moved into the touch as a low mutter left her lips.

Another insurance claim which is potentially awkward for them to have to explain on the claim form but which will make the adjuster's day when he asks for them to recreate the circumstances of the accident to ensure no fraud is being alleged.

Willow let out a small giggle as Tara pulled the zips on either boot up,

Nobody can pull off red leather boots like Tara and nobody gets to pull them off of Tara but Willow.

“I did eat your cake, after all.”

Smutty minds think alike as I had formed this sexual bantering of the innuendo-laced possibilities of combining food and sex with even the most innocent remark after I read that sentence.
I was laughing hysterically that we both can conceive of ways to have them flirt and work each other into a titillating frenzy with even the most innocuous of phrases.

Willow had to suppress a grin when she felt Tara’s hand give her buttock a cheeky squeeze as she took the two tickets and handed them to the guard, who scanned them with a handheld machine

I wouldn't last long as a security guard as I would scan Willow's buttocks with my hand-held wand and not only would I be fired but Tara would knee me in the balls for such a forward imposition. It'd be worth it, though.

Willow felt a flush rise on her cheeks as a warm tingle settled in her abdomen, her standard response whenever Tara sang,

That is why Amber is my muse and the chanteuse heroine of my novel which, shameless plug, should be arriving to me end of this week or next week and shall be available for your purchase and reading pleasure.

Tara took the olive between her lips, sucking it from her wife’s fingers and into her mouth before she began slowly chewing on the small, oval bite.

I would become entranced by this show the dynamic duo on the blanket were putting on and my attention would be diverted from the Fab Four tribute onstage.

“Salty,” Tara answered

I'll do my own criticism for the straight guy come joke but I'm a weak-minded tomcat unrepentant to the end.

“Guess I can’t blame a guy for trying.

That's what i keep telling myself every time I'm borne aloft on the wind by a daydream of Willow, Tara, or both.

‘Come Together’..“I love this song.”...“I’ll bet.”

Now I am wondering how many songs in the Beatles catalogue one can place smutty innuendo upon due to the double meaning of words in the title?

“But we’ll get kicked out if you keep that up.”

No they won"t. Every event has a special dispensation clause for Willow and Tara. It is the only way the world can keep turning.

"I’ve been...sticky since you showed up in those tight jeans.”

So have I.

“When I’m so big I’ll have to roll out of bed and you won’t be able to get on top of me?”

I'll file this in the BBW fetish for future use in something; Big Beautiful Willow. Zaftig Willow.

Everyone stayed in shocked silence until Xander broke the silence with a nervous gulp as a balloon in his hand bounced up and down on its string, the only movement in the room.

This is the moment where Fate chooses to intervene and use Willow and Tara as playthings for its amusement as none one walks in on Willow and Tara having sex but they are already in their home when the two ladies come inside and then plan to come inside each other but are suddenly in a roomful of friends and family having made it to third base and heading for home.

[Grimm]

Oh my........ I can't stop laughing!!! Gotta say, I'd rather be Tara than Willow in this situation. It is far less embarassing to flash some boob (hmmmmmmm Tara boob) than it is to give your friends and family a crotch shot. The only thing that can make this better is if Willow is wearing Tara's lacy surprise or if she didnt have on anything underneath at all! Great update...you write humor very well.

[Laragh]

BuffyFan4ever –

Dibs. Hooray for no Wednesday afternoon classes!!!

Woo! Although I’d prefer no classes at all

Loved Willow and Tara's flirting at the concert.

Hehe I love writing them flirting, it just flows so easily, they’re so into each other.

Anya's first line is going to be: "I told you they'd be coming home to have sex!!!"

Hahaha, you think? Remember, Anya thinks about sex a lot, but herself first

Thanks for commenting!

AstronSoul –

Wow, wow, wow....I love how they had a picnic at a concert, but man would I be pissed if I came home to make love to my girl and people were in the house.

Right? This is why no one has a spare key to my apartment

And you know, they knew what Willow had planned.

Yep. Although they probably weren’t expecting them to be going at it without being upstairs first.

Oh I really hope Willow says something, cause not cool messing with their alone time.

Oh I think she will

Thanks for your comment

leonhart17 –

Bwhaha! That's awesome! I was not expecting that at all! So funny!

Hehe, glad I could surprise ya! And that you found it funny

Thanks for commenting.

MmmTaraSoSmexy13 –

OMG! Que funny. I can't believe you did that to our girls....but its fucking hilarious.

Hey, I have a trend to continue, they must get walked in on in every fic

I can't wait to read what Anya is going to say.

She’s Anya, they were having sex. She’ll approve

I do love you intrepretation of a very horny and naughty Tara. Me likes a lot. *wink wink*

Hehe, thanks, I like writing her

Thanks for your feedback

ToTheNetherRealm –

The ending was amazing! I didn't expect that at all. Just amazing!

Hehe glad it surprised you!

The two of them are totally going to be blushing for the rest of the evening!

Well you know these two...not much is gonna stop them from ripping each other’s clothes off

Thanks for your comment!

zampsa19752001 –

I loved the picnic in the concert and those lovely flirts...

They do love their flirting!

I guess Willow & Tara are going to be pretty pissed when their precious sexy alone time is interrupted...

I envision some yelling.

Thanks for commenting

True_Love –

Hi there

I totally was not expecting that. Tara's going to hide in the kitchen while Willow asks everyone to leave. How embarrassing!

Well not quite in the kitchen and not quite ‘asks’ but pretty much

Thanks for your comment

Finey_McFine –

Bahahahahahahahahahahaha! Freakin' classic! Great writing...I could picture the entire scene and in my mind there were crickets chirping as well.

Ha. Yes. Totally.

Just wondering how they will react after the shock wears off and they get some clothes on. Willow pissed and Tara embarrassed or vice versa? I guess I'll just have to wait...boo!

Clothes on? What is this blasphemy you speak off...well I guess temporarily...

Loved the date! Sweet Willow is always my favorite Willow:) Horny Tara was great and just as I always imagined.

And together they make sweet, hot love

Thanks for your feedback!

taralicious –

Damn, I knew I should have gone with Anya was out of town fulfilling that dream of visiting the Federal Mint.
Now I just look insensitive and crass for forgetting that her parents were dead in this verse so I could make a wanking joke; sorry. Anya, even though you are a fictional character, I apologize.

In fairness to you, it was only mentioned once in passing when they were being invited to Christmas dinner, so cut yourself some slack

That is so Tara's cue to take some clothes off but Fate, ever with a twisted sense of humour unfathomable to us mere mortals, shall intervene as we shall soon see.

That clothes-off cue will come again soon. As will the girls

No amount of artificial accoutrements, clothing or hair/makeup, can alter the indisputable fact that Tara is naturally an angel in human form and any embellishments are gravy.

Word.

I spilled my seed thinking about Tara in that understated red blouse and black pants accentuating the sinuous curves of her voluptuous thighs but that has no bearing upon her appearance and she won't be getting any stares from the security guards moaning about dress policy.

Let it never be said that Tara doesn’t have a smokin’ body.

I spilled my seed thinking about Tara in that understated red blouse and black pants accentuating the sinuous curves of her voluptuous thighs but that has no bearing upon her appearance and she won't be getting any stares from the security guards moaning about dress policy.

So dangerous but I wanna write it so bad.

Nobody can pull off red leather boots like Tara and nobody gets to pull them off of Tara but Willow.

Love it.

Smutty minds think alike as I had formed this sexual bantering of the innuendo-laced possibilities of combining food and sex with even the most innocent remark after I read that sentence.
I was laughing hysterically that we both can conceive of ways to have them flirt and work each other into a titillating frenzy with even the most innocuous of phrases.

Hahahaha, awesome.

I'll do my own criticism for the straight guy come joke but I'm a weak-minded tomcat unrepentant to the end.

Way to ruin olives for me forever

That's what i keep telling myself every time I'm borne aloft on the wind by a daydream of Willow, Tara, or both.

Anything goes in dreamscape

Now I am wondering how many songs in the Beatles catalogue one can place smutty innuendo upon due to the double meaning of words in the title?

A Taste Of Honey.
Fixing A Hole.
I’ll Keep You Satisfied.
I’m Down.
Junk.
Leave My Kitten Alone.
Long, Long, Long.
Maxwell’s Silver Hammer.
Tip Of My Tongue.
Too Much Monkey Business.
Twist And Shout.
Why Don’t We Do It In The Road?
Wild Honey Pie

No they won"t. Every event has a special dispensation clause for Willow and Tara. It is the only way the world can keep turning.

Who wouldn’t wanna watch them?

So have I.

...Gross

I'll file this in the BBW fetish for future use in something; Big Beautiful Willow. Zaftig Willow

There ain’t no version of Willow that ain’t sexy as fuck.

This is the moment where Fate chooses to intervene and use Willow and Tara as playthings for its amusement as none one walks in on Willow and Tara having sex but they are already in their home when the two ladies come inside and then plan to come inside each other but are suddenly in a roomful of friends and family having made it to third base and heading for home.

They ain’t quitters, they’ll round home one way or another!

Thanks for your feedback!

SMGOVAN –

Oh my........ I can't stop laughing!!!

Gotta say, I'd rather be Tara than Willow in this situation. It is far less embarassing to flash some boob (hmmmmmmm Tara boob) than it is to give your friends and family a crotch shot. The only thing that can make this better is if Willow is wearing Tara's lacy surprise or if she didnt have on anything underneath at all!

Hahahahaha. Man, that would be embarrassing. And I agree, I’d definitely rather have my top open than my pants around my ankles!

Great update...you write humor very well.

Haha, why thank you

Thanks for commenting!

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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 29

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Previously:

She felt the last button being unbuttoned and felt her shirt just hanging over her shoulders as they stepped onto the first stair and brought her hands to the redhead’s pants, snapping the button open and giving them a push so they fell around Willow’s ankles.


She heard her wife give a giggle and was about to wrap her arms around the redhead’s waist to help her up the rest of the stairs when the room suddenly burst with unexpected light and a shrill cry of 10 different voices rang out.


“Sur–”


Willow and Tara stood still in shock as they took in the sight of their friends and family all standing in their living room, looking on at them, balloons spread around the floor and a single banner that said ‘Happy Birthday’ that looked suspiciously similar to the same ones that had been hanging up at Alex’s party strewn across the top of the doorway.


Everyone stayed in shocked silence until Xander broke the silence with a nervous gulp as a balloon in his hand bounced up and down on its string, the only movement in the room.


“–prise?”

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Tara was the first to react as she suddenly spun around and started buttoning her shirt at lightning speed.


“Oh my god,” she groaned before looking over to see her wife had yet to move, despite her pants being around her ankles and called out in a hiss, “Willow!”


Willow squealed and dropped down to secure her pants around her waist, flustering with her button and blushing bright red. She could see Tara had her back facing the mostly-astonished-looking group and was holding her head in her hands. She opened and closed her mouth a few times before throwing her hands up in the air in frustration.


“What the hell?!”


“We were throwing Tara a surprise party so you wouldn’t have to endure the financial stress of trying to host one yourself,” Anya said matter-of-factly and with a smile, “Surprise! It was my idea. I brought balloons from the kid’s party and we provided our own alcohol.”


Willow tried to process the entire situation, but her brain only allowed a response to the same thing she’d remembered conversing with Anya about before, when she’d informed her of the lack of party.


“We’re not having money issues!!”


Anya looked unconvinced.


“Then why no party?”


“BECAUSE I WANTED TO TAKE MY WIFE OUT BY OURSELVES,” Willow shouted, seeing Tara wince at the tone but didn’t have a chance to react as the shout seemed to snap the others to attention as they started to scramble and cover their eyes, rushing around in an effort to get out of the room as quickly as possible.


“Oh god.”


“Sweet jesus.”


“We need...I need, we need to...”


“Door, door!”


“I didn’t see anything, I swear!”


“We just thought it was a good idea...”


“Anya said...we didn’t know...We had the spare key and...”


“We’re going, we’re going.”


“So sorry, Willow, Tara, so sorry,” Xander gushed as he followed the throng of other people making a beeline for the door, “We will never speak of this again. We’re leaving, just...so sorry.”


He tried to drag his wife along with him but Anya stayed rooted to the spot, question on her face as she continued to try to fathom why Willow had taken away the only reason why she stayed sane during the children’s party each year – conflict with the redhead she often had, but even she could admit the Rosenberg-Maclays knew how to throw a party.


Which is why she’d told Xander that they were going to be taking over when informed of the non-event of that year. And once Anya got an idea in her head, there was no stopping her.


“Why not just hold a party for after then?”


Willow’s mouth hung open and she could only gesture towards Tara in indication of the previous state of undress, which caused a look of realisation to cross over her features.


“Oh. Right. Orgasms,” she nodded, before giving a thumbs up, “I approve.”


Xander saw Willow start to seethe and all but picked up his wife, running them out of the house while Anya yelled at him.


“Xander, stop! You’re hurting me! Xander, I need my jacket! Our car’s two blocks away, it’s cold! Xander...!”


The door slammed with a resounding bang and Willow watched it in disbelief for a few seconds before turning to Tara, who was still holding her head in her hands and put a hand on her shoulder.


“Baby...” she started, at a loss for words, “I...I’m sorry I yelled.”


Tara turned and fell into Willow’s chest, arms instantly wrapping around her as she groaned.


“Your dad, Willow! And...Michelle...everyone...oh god...”


Willow soothed the blonde with gentle strokes up and down her back, then kissed the top of her head.


“At least I wasn’t going commando.”


Tara managed a laugh and pulled back with a small smile on her face. Willow cupped her cheek.


“There’s my girl’s pretty smile.”


Tara looked over to the balloons scattered all over the floor and brought a hand up to her mouth as she recalled what had just happened. She tried to internally process all that had been said, one thing giving her pause. She looked to her wife.


“Money issues?”


Willow threw her hands up and shrugged.


“I don’t even...Anya couldn’t understand why there was no party this year and she jumped to conclusions. You know. She’s Anya.”


Tara gave a small nod and smiled just a little.


“Taking away everything that happened...it’s actually quite sweet that she’d want to do that.”


Willow’s whole face softened as she looked at her wife with adoration.


“You always see the good. I love that about you.”


Tara accepted a soft kiss being placed on her lips before the humiliation of it all hit her again and she dropped her head to the redhead’s chest.


“I’m so embarrassed.”


“It’s okay, baby,” Willow reassured, “I mean, how many times have we been walked in on now? It’s like a rite of passage.”


“Not normally by everyone all at once,” Tara replied as she shook her head, before what could have been interpreted as a mischievous smile fell on her lips, “At least they didn’t wait another 3 seconds to turn on the lights. My hand would have been in your panties.


Willow reddened slightly and got a coy smile on her face.


“We don’t have to let this ruin our evening,” she said softly as she trailed a finger down the side of her wife’s face, “I still have that negligee I was going to slip in to. Or I can just get a washcloth and hold it to your face until you stop blushing. Whatever you want.”


Tara saw that either offer was genuine, but it didn’t take it long for her to decide which one she preferred.


“A negligee, huh?” she asked, her eyes shining, “Deal with...this tomorrow?”


Willow smiled and nodded before bringing a hand up to the side of Tara’s head and motioned plucking something.


“Until tomorrow,” she started as she tossed her hand to the side as if discarding what she’d pulled from the blonde’s mind, “It didn’t happen.”


“What didn’t happen?” Tara asked with a grin.


“Nothing,” Willow grinned back before she started pushing Tara back up the stairs, “Now to continue on our never-ending quest to get each other naked.”


Tara giggled as the redhead swooped up to kiss her, sucking the blonde’s bottom lip into her mouth. Tara moaned and grabbed onto Willow’s hips as they ascended the stairs and turned down the hallway and into their bedroom, where the smaller girl walked them over and pushed her wife onto the bed as she grinned cheekily.


“Wait right there.”


Tara watched as Willow went over to the closet and reached into the back of it, pulling out a white bag with the pink logo of a well-known lingerie store embossed on the front, which she left the room with.


Tara flopped down onto the mattress and gave a shiver of anticipation as she kicked her shoes off, then sat up to turn the lamp on her nightstand on. She sat back and started to fluff her hair, then after a quick glance down, undid the first two buttons on her shirt so her cleavage was just starting to show and was just contemplating undoing the third when Willow’s voice pulled her attention to the doorway.


“I hear we have a birthday girl in the room tonight.”


Tara inhaled sharply as she saw Willow lean provocatively against the doorframe, the deep purple negligee falling down her slender frame and stopping mid-thigh and the bust pushing up her breasts, her creamy flesh almost falling out of the garment.


“Hello, yummy.”


“Do you like it?” Willow asked, walking into the room and towards the bed, “I got one to...accentuate my, ah...increased bust of late.”


“I can see,” Tara replied as her hands went to the redhead’s hips, rubbing them beneath the satin-soft feel of the negligee as she dropped her head to her wife’s collarbone, placing her lips over a protruding bone there, trailing them down to circle the tops of her breasts, “Mmhh...”


Willow pulled the blonde’s head further into her breasts, leaning forwards in the process and inadvertently pushing Tara back down onto the mattress, falling on top of her, chest in the same position.


“Happy Birthday to me,” Tara’s mumbled voice came out as she wrapped her arms around the redhead’s back and let her tongue fall from her mouth as she tasted the skin surrounding her.


Willow let out a sound between a giggle and a moan as she felt the blonde’s hands run along her back through the fabric before the awkward positioning of being bent over the bed and Tara started to cause an ache in her shoulders.


“Baby? Can we just get on the bed properly...legs...”


Tara swung her legs onto the bed in one quick movement, making Willow stumble momentarily before she managed to readjust her position so she was hovering on top of her wife, the taller girl’s head still nestled in her chest.


“Is it my turn yet?” Willow asked after a few minutes and saw the blonde raise her head in question, “Don’t think I didn’t see that cleavage you were offering when I walked in.”


Tara got an amused smile on her face.


“It’s my birthday.”


“And I’m pregnant,” Willow retorted, smiling as her tongue stuck out between her teeth, “Carrying your baby equals all the boobie time I want. Baby card trumps birthday card.”


“Baby card trumps everything,” Tara replied with an adoring smile as she threw her arms around the redhead’s neck, “But let’s get back to the boobs before I decide I need to spend the rest of the night kissing your stomach.”


Willow grinned against her wife’s lips as they were pressed together warmly and began to trail a finger down Tara’s cleavage and further down her shirt, snapping each metallic button open on her way.


When she unfastened the last one, she moved her hand up and splayed her fingers out on her wife’s toned stomach, creeping them upwards until she felt the lacy material of her bra and slipped inside, cupping the generous globes of flesh and moaning as she felt the skin start to pucker beneath her touch.


Tara arched her back as she felt the redhead start to brush her thumb across her nipples and threw her head back against the pillows when a quick pinch sent a jolt of pleasure through her body.


Willow took the opportunity to use her now-freed mouth to bury her face into Tara’s neck; nipping and sucking at her wife’s soft skin and smiling against her when she heard a loud moan fall down towards her as she ran her tongue along the curve of the taller girl’s ear.


“I want you,” she whispered as she grated her teeth just lightly against the blonde’s lobe, “What do you want me to do to you, baby?”


When she got no response a moment later, she lifted her head to see a closed-eyed and flushed Tara with a grin on her face and smirked when she felt a pushing on her shoulders.


“You’re wearing too many clothes for that.”


“You’ve never had a problem undressing me,” Tara murmured in reply before chuckling quietly and opening her mirth-filled eyes, “Except our wedding night when you couldn’t get my bra off.”


Willow blushed a deep red and crinkled her brow in the beginnings of a pout.


“Hey! You promised you forgot about that!”


Tara couldn’t suppress her grin but adopted a sultry tone as she leant up so her mouth was against her wife’s ear, her hot breath hitting the redhead’s lobe.


“Just strip me.”


Tara heard the smaller girl’s breathing audibly quicken as she settled her head back against the pillow. Willow’s eyes closed momentarily as her tongue swept across her bottom lip, before she opened them, though narrowed and brought her finger up in a stern, wagging motion.


“Never bring it up again.”


Tara’s eyes became even more mischievous as she leant up again and took the tip of her lover’s finger between her lips, pushing down on it and letting her teeth just lightly grate along the skin until her lips wrapped around the base and she sucked, swirling her tongue along the digit in her mouth.


Willow let out a low whimper as she felt the wet warmth surrounding her finger and moaned as her eyes hungrily devoured the erotic sight of Tara sucking on her finger, propped up on just her elbows behind her.


After several minutes and a series of throaty moans from Tara that made Willow feel her arousal spill out onto her thighs, the blonde caught the smaller girl’s wrist between her thumb and forefinger and slowly retracted her wife’s finger from her mouth; pulling the side of her bra down and using her hold to bring the wet digit to her breast, circling her now rock-hard nipple and coating it in saliva.


She dropped her hand and grinned in satisfaction when Willow continued to tease her taut bud, seemingly entranced as she spoke absently.


“Uh...Um...Uh...W-what was I saying?”


Tara leant forwards to her wife’s other ear, whispering in that same low, seductive tone as she had just a few minutes before.


“That you wanted to rip my clothes off.”


She pulled back to see a slow-stretching grin forming on the redhead’s face and a moment later felt the more steady weight of her wife leaning over her upper body while hands moved to rest on the skin just above her hips, each pinky finger dipping inside the waistband of her pants and lightly stroking her hipbone.


“Right.”


Tara watched as Willow’s head came slowly towards her, in a synced speed with her hands, moving inwards until she was met with a kiss that pulled all the air from her lungs as she felt her pants being roughly torn open and pushed down her legs and to her ankles. She bent her feet downwards so the pants would fall off and to the floor and felt the fabric rushing past her toes as a hand slipped inside the front of her panties.


She moaned as two fingers lightly stroked her inner lips, feeling Willow’s mouth vibrate against her as the redhead swallowed the sound and answered the moans by deepening the kiss and bringing her fingers up to the bump in the blonde's flesh, rubbing her pads over it, back and forth, feeling Tara's thighs squeezing together and trapping her hand.


Willow broke their kiss and stilled her movements, feeling a groan of frustration almost immediately and feeling a push of warm flesh against her hand. She waited for Tara’s glassy eyes to flutter open and look at her before grinning down and lifting her hand from her wife’s panties completely.


“You’re not naked yet.”


Tara puffed out a breath of frustration before pushing herself up into a sitting position with Willow facing her in her lap.


“I have given you...ample opportunity to take my clothes off,” she said, their faces less than a centimetre apart and her eyes boring into the emerald orbs staring back at her, “Now you’re just teasing.”


A small smirk formed on the redhead’s lips as she moved her hands up and slipped them under the hanging fabric of the taller girl’s shirt, onto her shoulders and moving them down her arms in a caress that brought the garment with her.


“I never said I wasn’t.”


Tara saw Willow swat her fallen shirt from the bed out of the corner of her eye and felt an involuntary shiver go up her spine as her sides were massaged upwards and inwards, moving towards the clasp of her bra. She let out a shaky breath and gave her lover a small smile.


“You will be the death of me, Willow Rosenberg.”


Willow’s eyes narrowed just slightly, enough that Tara noticed but only because she was so close, and she pulled the straps of her wife’s bra, that she had already loosened, down her arms and threw it over her shoulder before bringing one down to the blonde’s hip and using her body to pin her against the mattress again.


“It is Willow. Rosenberg. Maclay,” she said, punctuating each name with a wet kiss along the taller girl’s throat before moving up so they were face-to-face again, “And it’s a very important distinction.”


Tara smiled softly.


“I know.”


“It is!” Willow continued, as if Tara hadn’t just agreed, “Being a Rosenberg, it...it was never anything. I mean, yea things are great with my dad now, but they weren’t for a long time, and my mom...eurgh, let's not even go there. Having my parent’s name wasn’t a part of me, because I felt so separate from them. But being a Rosenberg-Maclay, it’s, it’s completely different. It’s like we didn’t just put our names together, we made a whole new name that was just for us, for you and me and our children, our family, and...”


Tara could see her wife was starting to get lost in a patented-Willow-tangent and as willing as she normally was to listen, the topic in hand was not something she needed to be convinced of and body parts other than her ears were burning.


She grabbed the back of the smaller girl’s neck and cut off her words by crushing their lips together for several seconds before pulling back and giving her trademark half-smile, stretched brazenly across her face.


“Would you like to talk about name semantics or would you like to fuck me?”


Willow audibly gulped as she struggled to form words for a moment before finally succeeding.


“The second one.”


“That’s what I thought,” Tara murmured and went to lean up to her wife’s lips again but stopped just short, “What you said was really beautiful. I love you, Willow Rosenberg-Maclay.”


Willow’s lips shot upwards in a smile that reached her eyes and made them gleam with happiness. She grabbed a hold of both of Tara’s hips and let out a giggle.


“C’mere and let me do naughty things to you, wifey.”


Tara laughed out loud as Willow buried her face in her neck and tickled her skin with darting tongue movements.


“Does that tickle?” Willow asked as she continued.


“Yes,” Tara laughed as she playfully writhed beneath the redhead.


Willow smiled against the skin beneath her lips and started to trail them down, over her collarbone, stopping as she got to the tops of her breasts and sitting back so she was straddling the blonde, openly leering her naked chest.


“I think those are the first things I want to do naughty things to.”


Tara was doing her own leering, of Willow’s thighs, their smooth and milky-white complexion contrasting so nicely against the rich colour of the negligee. She reached out and entwined both sets of fingers and dragged her gaze up to meet the redhead’s eyes with a grin.


“You look so delicious in that. I don’t know whether I want to take it off.”


“Well...I think you’ll find...” Willow replied, taking one set of hands and moving it between her legs, placing the blonde’s hand on her intimate, naked flesh, “That it’s not entirely necessary.”


“Mmmhhh,” Tara moaned in appreciation at the lack of clothing barrier as she cupped her wife’s core, feeling the heat radiate into her palm.


Willow bit her lip to contain a moan as she pushed her hips against the blonde’s hand, letting her eyes flutter closed as she waited for the inevitable feeling of fingers beginning to stroke her but instead found herself wide-eyed in surprise as Tara dropped her hand and whipped the redhead’s negligee over her head, before flipping the smaller girl onto her back in a move that took less than a few seconds to complete.


Willow was still trying to process the sudden change in position when she felt her wife’s hand softly caress down her side and looked up into smiling blue eyes of the body hovering above her.


“You are much too beautiful not to be fully seen.”


Willow felt her breath quicken as Tara’s hand briefly moved over her thigh before soft fingertips dotted back up over her stomach. She let out a quiet moan as her lids began to droop again.


“Only by you.”


“Aren’t I lucky?” Tara replied as she moved her lips into her wife’s neck and placed lingering, tender kisses against the delicate skin, “Only my eyes get to see you.”


Willow began to lightly clutch at the sheet as she felt Tara’s fingers creep towards her breast and gasped when they began to circle her puckering flesh as the blonde’s voice continued to fall into her ear.


“Only my hands get to touch you.”


Willow strained her neck back against the pillows as the taller girl’s kisses began to move down her chest and a warm tongue flicked over her nipple.


“Only my lips get to feel your skin.”


“Tarrraaa...” Willow moaned, feeling like a burning poker was being pushed against every piece of skin her wife touched, “What are you...how are you doing this to me?”


The redhead felt her wife smile against her breast before her hand cupped it fully and the blonde moved back to kiss her neck.


“Well, if you’re a Tara-whisperer,” Tara started with a low chuckle in her voice, “It’s only fair that I get to be a Willow-whisperer too.”


Willow could only nod silently as Tara started to suck and nibble on her ear lobe before whispering softly.


“It means I’m the only one who gets to make love to you.”


Willow cried out loudly as two fingers entered her and her hands flew to the back of her wife’s neck, digging in as she felt a flash of white-hot tension stretch across her abdomen.


“Ohhhhh!”


Tara sucked on the skin under the redhead’s ear and moved her hand in and out of her wife rhythmically, using her hips to give her more leverage. She felt the hands on her neck tighten every few moments, accompanied by a sting of incoherent moans.


“Oh Tara,” Willow groaned, bringing her knees up and locking them against the blonde’s hips to encourage their downward movement against her, “Tara...”


She felt heat consume her as Tara’s body grinded against hers in their movements; thighs slapping against each other, chests heaving together, sweaty skin hitting sweaty skin, each second of contact propelling Willow into a deeper state of ecstasy.


“I’m so close, baby,” she breathed, reaching one hand up to entwine firmly in the blonde’s hair.


Tara began to trail her lips up along the redhead’s jaw with butterfly kisses as she curled her fingers and reached for the spot inside Willow that she knew would send her wife over the edge. A feel of spongy flesh and gasping breaths a moment later told her she’d found what she was looking for as she moved to rest their foreheads together.


Willow instinctively opened her eyes and felt a telling tingle shoot through her as she watched Tara watch her come undone. Her gaze dropped momentarily to the blonde’s smiling lips as her hand let go of the tight hold she had on Tara’s hair and moved down to cup her cheek, leaning up to kiss her.


When their lips touched, she felt the final swell burst inside her, causing each nerve to jump and every muscle to ripple in shuddering pleasure as Tara kissed her through her climax and brought her out the other side with gentle strokes to her sated flesh until a needy voice was whispering in her ear.


“I need you, Willow. Please.”


Willow turned her still-flushed face to the side to meet her wife’s eye and flashed her teeth in a grin. Tara recognised the look and whimpered.


“Don’t make me beg.”


Willow seemed to contemplate for a moment before her grin widened and she pressed their lips together while rolling the blonde onto her back, pushing her tongue forwards into her wife’s mouth, then retracting it before Tara could try to meet it. She repeated the pattern until she felt the body beneath her was going to writhe right through the bed if she didn’t give her some relief soon and pulled back from the blonde’s lips, moving her hands to rest just above Tara’s breasts.


“You wanted something earlier. Would that still be...okay?”


Tara eagerly nodded and licked her kiss-swollen lips.


“Oh yes,” she agreed before biting her lip seductively, “Especially if you do what you were just doing.”


Willow grinned and nodded.


“Oh I can definitely do that.”


She kissed her wife again, sucking her bottom lip into her mouth momentarily before releasing it and enthusiastically moving down the blonde’s body and taking the familiar position between her legs and licked her lips as the saw the visible build-up of excitement.


“I love it when you’re really wet,” she said, turning her head to the side and licking some of the escaped arousal from Tara's thigh with a moan.


“Willow, please,” Tara called down and bucked her hips forwards.


Willow centered her head again and pulled Tara’s left leg over her shoulder, splaying a hand out on her right thigh as she used her tongue to separate the swollen lips that were wanton with need, gathering the warm liquid and moaning again as it fell down her throat.


Tara groaned as she felt the soft tongue gliding against her velvet folds and placed her hand atop her wife’s head, pulling her as close in as possible, making a series of short, sharp gasps leave her mouth when Willow focused in on her entrance and began to imitate her movements in the blonde’s mouth a few minutes before, as promised; thrusting in and out and dragging her tongue against the taller girl’s front wall.


“Faster,” Tara requested throatily and felt Willow’s hand leave her thigh and move underneath her, holding her buttock up as her tongue strokes got faster, “Mmhhhh...”


She could feel a steady throbbing rise in her stomach; part of her wanting to stave off the growing tension and keep Willow permanently between her legs but her primal urges to let go were winning the internal debate.


She needed to feel the sweet release she was only moments away from experiencing; every second from when Willow had appeared in the doorway wearing the tight negligee, every touch electrifying her skin and causing the touch of the redhead's tongue to tighten the coil of pleasure stretching across her body.


“Willow,” she gasped, pushing her hips down against the wriggling muscle in an effort to get her deeper inside, “Oh, my...more...”


Willow moved as fast as could, all too aware of how quickly Tara was nearing the edge and doing her damndest to get her there as well. When she felt the blonde's hips begin to move fast enough to keep themselves elevated, she took her hand back from Tara's rear and reached across, sliding her fingers across the taller girl's lips until she felt the bump in the flesh she was looking for and began rubbing back and forth at a quickened pace, feeling her lover dig her heel into the small of her back and the hand on her head start to pull at her hair.


She smiled internally, loving the effect she was having on her wife, and kept up her ministrations as she felt the beginnings of Tara's orgasm; the twitching of the thighs against her ears, the deep heat and ripples around her tongue, the animalistic pushing of the blonde's hips against her face and the loud and rasping grunts that accompanied it until finally she felt the trashing body tense and a gush of juices flow into her mouth, hearing a reverent, husky whisper.


“Willow.”


She stilled her fingers as the tight bud continued to throb under the pads and greedily lapped up the rewards of her efforts until Tara's leg fell from her shoulder and her body went limp against the mattress. Willow let her hand fall away then but continued to softly lick the warm flesh until she was confident she felt the last spasm and started to move her head upwards, placing soft kisses on the dewy blonde hair of her wife's mound and up to her stomach, kissing a straight line between her breasts and up her throat, before finally reaching her lips.


Tara parted her lips slightly as she felt slow, tender kisses being placed against them and sighed in satisfaction when she felt a hand wipe hair away from her brow and stroke down her silky locks. She let her eyes flutter open and saw Willow already staring back at her, smiling as she pulled her lips back just an inch. Tara smiled back.


“It's a good day when it starts and ends with your tongue inside me.”


Willow gave a quiet giggle and ran her thumb over the blonde's eyebrow before leaning over to kiss each of her eyelids.


“Happy Birthday, honey.”


Tara continued to smile as Willow moved her hand down to cup her cheek and kissed her nose before suddenly groaning when the redhead moved back and covering her eyes with her hand.


“What's wrong?” Willow asked in concern, frowning, “That's the wrong kinda groan to be hearing I'm on top of you, naked.”


Tara pinched the bridge of her nose between her thumb and forefinger.


“I just remembered what happened downst-”


“No,” Willow cut the blonde off before she could finish, “No. We have a deal. Not allowed think about that.”


Tara shook her head into her hands.


“But they saw-”


“No,” Willow repeated sternly, taking Tara's hand from her face so she could look in her eyes, “All you are allowed think about tonight...is this.”


She leant down and pressed their lips together warmly for several moments before pulling back hitting her nose softly against the blonde's affectionately.


“Okay?”


Tara just nodded, her lips quirked upwards.


“Good,” Willow smiled, nodding in satisfaction, “'Cause that other thing...”


She sighed momentarily before dropping her head into her wife's neck and began nuzzling, speaking between lip caresses.


“That...is a problem for tomorrow.”

[BuffyFan4ever]

Dibs YAY!!

WOW!!! Brain broken. Fire bad. Tree Pretty. AWWWSOME!!!

[AstronSoul]

Another amazing update!

Haha gotta love everyone but Anya scrambling to get the hell outta there. Poor Tara, and of course Anya not moving even after the others were gone, PRICELESS!!! You have captured Anya to a T, I do have to say. I can see why Willow reacted the way she did, I mean I would have wanting alone time with my wife on her birthday, who wouldn't want that?

AT least they didn't let that stop them from having their alone time, and oh so much yummy naughty fun!!! Always love seeing them together, of course I think I need a cold shower now but that's beside the point hehe. It's just great to see that with everything else in their lives, and the baby on the way (Which I still am wondering how they are telling everyone else that Willow is pregnant) they are able to find time to be together.

I so cannot wait for next week!!


AstronSoul

[zampsa19752001]

Yay for excellent update-y goodness... I guess Anya, Xander and the others are going to be on Willow's Shitlist for few weeks/months... I really loved their private, very naked, birthday celebrations...

[leonhart17]

Well, happy birthday, Tara! My brain's too broke to come up with more coherent feedback...

[Finey_McFine]

Ummm, that was just, ummm....all kinds of WOW.

[taralicious]

as the shout seemed to snap the others to attention as they started to scramble and cover their eyes, rushing around in an effort to get out of the room as quickly as possible.

Talk about clueless and not in a hot Alicia Silverstone kind of way but a I'm so wrapped up in myself Anya Channel Tunnelvision kind of way i.e, her tunnel vision is all-encompassing.

“At least I wasn’t going commando.”

Now there is a military image i can get behind and believe me, I'd like to get behind Willow when she's going commando.

“There’s my girl’s pretty smile.”

Tara's smile is all the colors of the rainbow and Fort Knox is at the end of it , not just one measly pot of gold for she is magically delicious.

“You always see the good. I love that about you.”

That is the essence of Tara in one sentence, isn't it?

“Now to continue on our never-ending quest to get each other naked.”

Leave the quest for truth, justice, and the American way to Superman. Willow and Tara's quest is far more attainable.

“Do you like it?” Willow asked, walking into the room and towards the bed, “I got one to...accentuate my, ah...increased bust of late.”

I have never seen a more uplifting sight in my life as Willow in the full flush of hormonal enhancement.

“Is it my turn yet?” Willow asked after a few minutes and saw the blonde raise her head in question, “Don’t think I didn’t see that cleavage you were offering when I walked in.”

Was there something else to see because when Tara's cleavage is on display, everything else blends together into a heat haze.

“It’s my birthday.”

This puts a dirty rewrite on the pop standard:
"It's my birthday and I'll fuck you if I want to, fuck you if I want to, fuck you if i want you.
You'd fuck me too if it happened to you."

“But let’s get back to the boobs before I decide I need to spend the rest of the night kissing your stomach.”

Tara Rosenberg-Maclay is a woman who has her priorities in the correct order. Willow's boobs before anything.

“You will be the death of me, Willow Rosenberg.”

That makes Tara Obi-Wan Kenobi and Willow Anakin Skywalker.

the topic in hand was not something she needed to be convinced of

The old adages are the best and especially the one that goes "Tara's hand in Willow's bush is worth than more than the topic at hand."

“Would you like to talk about name semantics or would you like to fuck me?”

Tara trying a little spicy talk is the sound which sends me to my happy place.

“You are much too beautiful not to be fully seen.”

That is the most precious and rarest collection of priceless works of art: The Rosenberg-Maclay Gallery of sculpture, drawing, still-life, and performance art in the Twelve Galaxies.
Willow and Tara naked and only to ever be seen by each other.
To look upon their naked beauty is to die fulfilled.

“Well, if you’re a Tara-whisperer,” Tara started with a low chuckle in her voice, “It’s only fair that I get to be a Willow-whisperer too.”

Never you mind about animals... Willow and Tara Whisperers have brought untold beauty to the world even if we can never benefit personally from such gifts.

“Don’t make me beg.”

Ain't too proud to beg, sweet darling. Please don't leave me don't you go..."

“I love it when you’re really wet,”

"Only love can bring the rain that makes you yearn to the sky; only love can bring the rain which falls like tears from on high"-Pete Townsend.

[MmmTaraSoSmexy13]

Wow! All hail Laragh for an amazing and drool worthy update. Plus love the snuggle time, oh yeah baby lol.

“Oh. Right. Orgasms,” she nodded, before giving a thumbs up, “I approve.”


Xander saw Willow start to seethe and all but picked up his wife, running them out of the house while Anya yelled at him.


“Xander, stop! You’re hurting me! Xander, I need my jacket! Our car’s two blocks away, it’s cold! Xander...!”

I knew Anya was going to say something to piss off Willow, but she wouldn't be Anya if that didn't happen. I absolutely love this line, other than the fact of the yummy loving. Like I said before, drool worthy. Can't wait for more updates and some lovin. Oh and lets see how our lovely couple will handle this situation. I bet with style and grace like always. Amazing update.

[Laragh]

BuffyFan4ever –

Dibs YAY!!

Woop!

WOW!!! Brain broken. Fire bad. Tree Pretty. AWWWSOME!!!

Heh careful with that drool

Thanks for commenting!

AstronSoul –

Another amazing update!

Haha gotta love everyone but Anya scrambling to get the hell outta there. Poor Tara, and of course Anya not moving even after the others were gone, PRICELESS!!! You have captured Anya to a T, I do have to say.

Why thank you! I love Anya so I try to write her right when I can.

I can see why Willow reacted the way she did, I mean I would have wanting alone time with my wife on her birthday, who wouldn't want that?

Very true. Friends don’t need to be involved with everything!

AT least they didn't let that stop them from having their alone time, and oh so much yummy naughty fun!!! Always love seeing them together, of course I think I need a cold shower now but that's beside the point hehe.

Lol, I don’t think they’d stop with the lovin’ even if there was an earthquake

It's just great to see that with everything else in their lives, and the baby on the way (Which I still am wondering how they are telling everyone else that Willow is pregnant) they are able to find time to be together.

Yes, time together is very important And the big reveal will happen in due course, promise!

I so cannot wait for next week!!

Hope you enjoy!

Thanks for your comment

zampsa19752001 –

I guess Anya, Xander and the others are going to be on Willow's Shitlist for few weeks/months...

Lmao, they’ll definitely need to be on their best behaviour

I really loved their private, very naked, birthday celebrations...

Glad you liked!

Thanks for your comment!

leonhart17 –

Well, happy birthday, Tara!

My brain's too broke to come up with more coherent feedback...

That’s feedback enough, I’ll take a broken brain as a good reaction

Thanks for commenting

Finey_McFine –

Ummm, that was just, ummm....all kinds of WOW.

Thanks!

Thanks for commenting

taralicious –

Talk about clueless and not in a hot Alicia Silverstone kind of way but a I'm so wrapped up in myself Anya Channel Tunnelvision kind of way i.e, her tunnel vision is all-encompassing.

Clueless taught me all the most important things in life. “That's Ren and Stimpy. They're way existential.”

Now there is a military image i can get behind and believe me, I'd like to get behind Willow when she's going commando.

Behind, in front, to the side, diagonal...there ain’t no direction that girl ain’t hot

Tara's smile is all the colors of the rainbow and Fort Knox is at the end of it , not just one measly pot of gold for she is magically delicious.

And Willow eats from her bowl regularly.

That is the essence of Tara in one sentence, isn't it?

That and ‘a rack to die for.’

Leave the quest for truth, justice, and the American way to Superman. Willow and Tara's quest is far more attainable.

And much more enjoyable.

I have never seen a more uplifting sight in my life as Willow in the full flush of hormonal enhancement.

What about Willow’s hormonal flush + Tara’s natural flush grinding against each other?

Was there something else to see because when Tara's cleavage is on display, everything else blends together into a heat haze.

Her thighs. And that sexy smile.

This puts a dirty rewrite on the pop standard:
"It's my birthday and I'll fuck you if I want to, fuck you if I want to, fuck you if i want you.
You'd fuck me too if it happened to you."

Haha. Love it. Singing this version from now on.

Tara Rosenberg-Maclay is a woman who has her priorities in the correct order. Willow's boobs before anything.

If you haven’t got priorities, you haven’t got shit.

That makes Tara Obi-Wan Kenobi and Willow Anakin Skywalker.

Lol. There’s a fic waiting to happen!

The old adages are the best and especially the one that goes "Tara's hand in Willow's bush is worth than more than the topic at hand."

An adage I shall live by.

Tara trying a little spicy talk is the sound which sends me to my happy place.

I perpetually live in that happy place.

That is the most precious and rarest collection of priceless works of art: The Rosenberg-Maclay Gallery of sculpture, drawing, still-life, and performance art in the Twelve Galaxies.
Willow and Tara naked and only to ever be seen by each other.
To look upon their naked beauty is to die fulfilled.

But probably painfully since Willow would sic Xander, Jesse and their friendly guns on anyone who saw her woman naked.

Never you mind about animals... Willow and Tara Whisperers have brought untold beauty to the world even if we can never benefit personally from such gifts.

They’re no Cesar Millan sell-outs

Ain't too proud to beg, sweet darling. Please don't leave me don't you go..."

The only place either of them is going is down

"Only love can bring the rain that makes you yearn to the sky; only love can bring the rain which falls like tears from on high"-Pete Townsend.

Never knew he could be so dirty

Thanks for your feedback

MmmTaraSoSmexy13 –

Wow! All hail Laragh for an amazing and drool worthy update. Plus love the snuggle time, oh yeah baby lol.

Aww lol you’re making me Who doesn’t love the snuggle time?!

I knew Anya was going to say something to piss off Willow, but she wouldn't be Anya if that didn't happen. I absolutely love this line, other than the fact of the yummy loving.

Haha, yes, Anya is nothing if not predictable in her ability to piss people off

Like I said before, drool worthy. Can't wait for more updates and some lovin. Oh and lets see how our lovely couple will handle this situation. I bet with style and grace like always.

Little bit of them time and some domesticity first but handling will come soon

Thanks for commenting

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[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 30

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Tara felt herself jolt awake as something slammed suddenly into her body and opened her eyes to see that her wife had apparently been in need of a slumbering cuddle and had thrown herself against her quite snugly.


She gave a soft smile and gently turned in the redhead’s embrace so the smaller girl was spooning her and let her eyes close again. She was just drifting back into dreamland when she felt the arm around her middle squeeze tightly and heard a deep inhalation against the back of her head.


Everything was still for a few moments until Tara felt a nuzzling against her hair and the hand that was on her stomach begin to move up her arm; Willow’s fingertips dancing along her skin, then brushing her hair aside, followed by the feeling of soft lips caressing her shoulder blade.


She tilted her head further into the pillow to let Willow know she was awake and felt a firmer kiss being placed on the piece of skin where her neck met her shoulder while a sleepy but obviously smiling voice called up to her ear.


“Mornin', sexy.”


“Good morning,” Tara replied, feeling Willow’s hand slide back down her arm and take her hand over her stomach.


“Did you sleep well?” Willow asked, stretching her body out behind the blonde’s and feeling her hips push against her wife’s buttocks as she did so.


“Very,” Tara murmured, a small grin spreading on her face, “You certainly earned your keep last night.”


Willow smiled and started to trail her kisses along the arc of the taller girl’s ear.


“I did, did I?”


“You know you did,” Tara replied in a low voice, before a small moan escaped her when the redhead started to scrap her teeth on her lobe, “What are you doing?”


Willow giggled and adopted the same tone the blonde had a moment before.


“You know what I’m doing.”


Tara felt the familiar flutterings rising from her stomach and glanced over her shoulder to meet the redhead’s eye.


“It’s...it’s tomorrow.”


Willow kept her gaze locked with her wife as she continued to kiss around her neck and dropped the blonde’s hand, moving her fingers down over Tara’s hipbone, following its curve until she was stroking the downy flesh of her lover’s mound and let one finger fall between her folds, seeking out the nub of flesh that was throbbing there and applying a light, circular pressure.


She watched Tara’s lips part through a gasp and increased the pressure of her finger while kissing back up to her wife’s ear and whispering in it.


“Can’t tomorrow wait another hour or so?”


She dropped another finger between the blonde’s nether-lips and coated it in the gathered moisture before pinching Tara’s clit, which made her arch her back and let out a long, guttural moan before suddenly turning so she was facing Willow and reaching out to grab her cheek, pulling her in for a steamy kiss.


Willow quickly adjusted her hand so it was back in the same position and started to rub over the hard nub at a quickened pace, making Tara moan loudly again into the redhead's mouth before pulling away with an audible pop.


“Tomorrow can wait,” she breathed, biting her lip momentarily before looking at her wife intently, “I can't. Get inside me. Now.”


“Yes, ma'am,” Willow agreed without hesitation, taking her hand away from the blonde's clit and using it to throw Tara's leg over her own hip before reacquainting herself with the soft folds and searching for her entrance, easily slipping two fingers into the passage a moment later.


Tara gasped in pleasure and dug her knee in deeply against the side of Willow's buttocks as she thrust her hips forwards, her hand moving up from the redhead's cheek and entwining in her hair, letting the sensation of her wife's fingers moving inside her overwhelm her in the best possible way.


Willow was happily watching the myriad of ecstasy-ridden expressions cross Tara's face as she moved her fingers slowly and deeply, curling them on every third stroke and hitting the soft spot inside, grinning as she felt her wife jolt into her on each occasion. When the blonde's hand kept inadvertently pushing her head down as the fingers in her hair tightened, she used the opportunity to drop her head to the taller girl's chest and took an already-hard nipple in her mouth.


“Yes...yes...” Tara moaned, simultaneously thrusting her hips and chest into Willow and pulling her closer with her hand and knee, before groaning loudly as the redhead bit down, “Oh god!”


Willow greedily suckled on the taut flesh, opening her mouth and taking as much of her wife's breast as she could, feeling the wetness around her hand increase the volume of the blonde's cries rose dramatically.


“Oh...Oh...Oh!”


Willow slowly released Tara's breast until just her nipple was in her mouth again. She grated her teeth on it for a few moments before giving a final suck and raising her head, pressing her lips to her surprised wife's mouth, pulling away only when she saw the blonde's eyes open and gave her a grin.


“The name you're looking for is Willow.”


“Willow,” Tara whispered, seeing her wife’s eyes darken considerably.


Willow’s grin got a little wider and she was about to ask Tara to say her name again, when she felt the blonde take her leg back and her grin faltered.


“Hey-” she started to protest before cutting herself off as she felt Tara’s hand move between her legs and start to rub her clit, “Mmhhh, oh baby...”


They both readjusted themselves for a moment until their hands comfortably fit where they needed to be most and Willow moved her head onto Tara’s pillow, and her spare hand to the blonde’s neck, sucking her bottom lip into her mouth as she resumed her movements below and felt her wife replace the fingers on her clit with her thumb as those fingers moved down and pushed inside her.


Their hips rocked towards each other in a steady rhythm as the intensity of their kissing increased, their tongues playing and moving between mouths until Willow suddenly pulled away, gasping.


“More, baby, please,” she said breathlessly as she dropped her head into the crook of the blonde’s neck, groaning loudly when three fingers entered her on the next thrust.


Tara moaned as she stretched her wife’s walls out around her and felt Willow give weak attempts at kissing and licking her neck; the redhead disrupting herself with whimpers and moans until she heard a hitched breath and raised her head onto the pillow again.


“Please wait.”


She watched Tara barely open her heavy-lidded eye and give a small nod before closing them completely again, then felt the thumb that had been resting on her clit start to flick the sensitive tip vigorously. She closed her eyes as well and focused only on the movements of hers and Tara’s hands.


“I’m almost there, baby,” she said softly and felt Tara purposefully clench her inner muscles around her fingers, the sensation definitely helping things along, “So close...”


Tara squeezed her muscles again, making sure to keep the tension inside her body taut as she concentrated on staying perched at the edge of ecstasy; not quite sure how much longer her body could last until finally Willow moaned a telling moan in her ear and the hand on her neck started to clutch down her back.


“Tarrraaa...” Willow called, feeling contractions but not quite sure whether they were her own or Tara’s before determining it was both, then gasped as her insides bubbled over with pleasure.


Tara felt her climax wash over her as soon as the last elongated syllable of her name left her wife’s mouth and quietly repeated ‘I love you’ as her body shook into Willow’s, each shudder accompanying another declaration until they both stilled and jerked to a halt, remaining stilled in pleasure before collapsing into one another, each taking deep lungfuls of air.


After a few minutes; bodies calmed and fingers gently extracted, Willow rolled onto her back and blew the piece of hair that had fallen onto her brow upwards with a grin before pushing herself into a sitting position and stretching her back out.


“I love you,” she murmured in satisfaction as she brought one arm over her head and tensed, before looking over her shoulder with a smile, “Too.”


Tara grinned and stretched her own body out under the sheet.


“Morning sex two days in a row,” she replied, reaching out and placing her hand on the back of Willow’s shoulder blade, “I feel like we’re in college again.”


“I have all the stamina of my college-self,” Willow replied in mock-indignation, taking the blonde’s hand from her shoulder and kissing her knuckles before leaning over and planting a warm kiss on her lips, pulling back with grinning eyes, “I’d keep you in bed all day every day if I could.”


Tara smiled softly as Willow shuffled down in the bed and rested her head on the blonde’s stomach through the sheet and began to play with the redhead's hair.


“I’d miss our boy.”


Willow reached down and pulled the end of the blanket up so Tara’s lower leg was exposed and began to stroke her calf.


“We could have regularly scheduled intermissions where we are temporarily clothed and can have family snuggles.”


Tara continued to smile as she began to run her hand down her wife’s arm.


“What about the baby?”


Willow smiled back and felt the flutter in her belly she always felt when the growing life inside her was mentioned.


“Well she can join in on the snuggles too, when she gets here.”


Tara stilled the movements on the redhead’s arm for a moment.


“She?”


“Or he,” Willow replied with a small shrug, before glancing over her shoulder, “Just a feeling.”


Tara raised an eyebrow.


“You didn’t tell me you were having ‘feelings’.”


“Well I didn’t know ‘til it popped out of my mouth,” Willow replied, playfully sticking out her tongue, “It’s way too early to know that kind of stuff anyway. I read in one of those books that it’ll be another couple of weeks until the baby even starts to develop ovaries or testicles. Even if we had the most advanced, space-agey ultrasound in the world, we wouldn’t know if we had a little XX or XY yet.”


Tara’s smile got a little wider as Willow settled her head back against her stomach.


“We have a little you, that’s all I care about.”


Tara could see Willow’s beaming smile despite looking at the back of her head and moved her hand up to stroke her wife’s hair. They were silent for quite a few comfortable minutes until Tara felt Willow start to shift her head slightly lower and gave a small laugh.


“You really can’t resist me, can you?”


Willow turned her head on the sheet.


“Nope,” she replied with happy acceptance, “But I’m not quite sure what you’re talking about right this moment.”


Tara grinned and raised her hips beneath her wife’s head.


“You always manage to find your way between my legs,” she responded, throwing a wink downwards, “Although there’s normally not a sheet between.”


A slow, sly grin spread on Willow’s face.


“Well that’s something I can fix,” she said, picking up the sheet and slipping her head beneath it, only to be stopped when she felt a hand squeeze her shoulder and looked up to see Tara peering down at her under the fabric, “What?”


“As much as I would love for you to do what you want to do,” Tara started to reply in regret, “I think I’m going to need the ability to walk and pick up our son today. And after last night and this morning...well I think I might be permanently melded to the bed if you work your magic anymore today.”


Willow looked down at where her head was hovering above the apex of her wife’s thighs and frowned before climbing up Tara’s body and dropping her eyes into a pout.


“Tease.”


Tara reached up and tucked a piece of hair behind the redhead’s ear.


“I wasn’t trying to tease you. I was just making a casual observation.”


“And I...” Willow replied, dropping her head into Tara’s neck and kissing whatever skin her lips found, “Was just trying to casually observe you.”


Tara let her neck tilt slightly and smirked.


“With your tongue.”


“You like my tongue,” Willow murmured against the blonde’s neck, swirling said slippery muscle out and swirling it around in demonstration.


“Very much,” Tara agreed with a soft sigh, before encouraging Willow’s head up to face her with her hand, “Consolation prize?”


Willow looked down expectantly and Tara just smiled.


“We can shower together.”


Willow finally cracked a wide smile at that and deposited a long kiss on her wife’s lips.


“That’s not a consolation prize. That’s winning the lottery,” she replied as she started to back off the bed, taking both of the blonde’s hands to take her with her, “C’mon.”


Tara slipped off the side of the bed and followed Willow, attached at the mouth, as she walked backwards out of the room. She guided them towards the bathroom without bumping into anything and kicked the door closed when they got in there, breaking hands only to turn the dial in the shower to let the water flow before they both stepped in and pulled the curtain across.


Willow pushed her lips more forcefully against her wife’s for a few moments as the water cascaded down their back and brought both hands up to cup her cheek, softly stroking the skin under her thumb before pulling away and resting her cheek on Tara’s shoulder, a hand either side of the blonde’s hips.


“Hi,” Tara whispered softly as she ran her hands along the wet locks falling down her wife’s back.


“Hi,” Willow whispered back, turning her head in to press a kiss against Tara's shoulder.


Only the sound of water hitting their bodies and the porcelain of the tub beneath them was heard for several long moments of quiet embracing until Tara spoke up again.


“You know the last time we were in the shower together, you were telling me we could go ahead with the implantation.”


“Oh yea,” Willow replied, nuzzling her cheek against the blonde’s shoulder, “Guess what?”


Tara grabbed the shampoo bottle from the side and squirted some into her hands, resuming her hand motions and lathering her wife’s hair in the process.


“What?”


Willow gave a quiet chuckle.


“I’m pregnant.”


“You are?” Tara asked in mock-surprise, though her smile was quite genuine; she was more than happy to relive that particular moment of revelation.


Willow raised her head with a smile and nodded.


“You’re gonna be a mommy again.”


Tara pressed their lips together through a grin, then she wrapped her arms around Willow’s waist and squeezed her so hard she lifted the redhead off the slippery floor. Willow squealed and reached out for the rail.


“Careful, baby, we’ll slip.”


Tara carefully let Willow’s feet hit the floor again and let go enough to run her hand down the redhead’s arms.


“Have to protect that precious cargo,” she said, one hand moving over Willow’s stomach, “And my precious wife.”


Willow smiled softly for a moment before picking up the bottle of shower gel and holding it out to Tara.


“Enough goofing,” she said in mock-seriousness, “There appears to be a complete lack of soapy hands touching me.”


“Well we can’t have that,” Tara replied, squeezing some of the dense liquid into her hands and handing the bottle to her wife, “And would you look at that, I seem to be suffering from the same problem.”


Willow took some of the soap in one hand and put the bottle back on the shelf, feeling Tara’s hands begin to rub the shower gel down her sides and over her buttocks. She brought her own hands up and started to wash her wife’s chest, generously applying the gel to her breasts before moving along her stomach.


They both followed each other’s curves, letting the water clean the suds from their bodies until Willow turned around in the blonde’s arms and leant back against her.


“Will you wash my hair again? I don’t think it rinsed out right.”


“Uh huh,” Tara answered, putting some more shampoo in her hands and lathering it into Willow’s long locks and lightly massaging her scalp, “Do you want conditioner?”


“Yes, please,” Willow responded in a relaxed tone, feeling the blonde completely rinse her hair of shampoo before applying some conditioner to the ends, “Silky soft, that’s how my lady likes it.”


“Yes she does,” Tara murmured, gathering all of the redhead’s hair behind her and running her fingers through it to make sure all the conditioner was gone, then placing a small kiss on her wife’s shoulder.


Willow gave a soft sigh and turned again.


“My turn,” she said, reaching for the shampoo, but Tara clasped her hand before she could grab it.


“Alice gave me some new stuff for my birthday,” she explained as she took a triangular tube that had been hiding behind the other shower things and read from the front, “Blonde Bombshell.”


“Sounds about right,” Willow giggled as she took the tube and flicked the top open.


Tara smiled and watched as the redhead started to turn the tube upside down to put some in her hand before suddenly stopping as the strong scent reached her nose and made her dizzy with nauseousness, dropping the tube and bringing a hand up to her mouth.


Tara quickly threw back the shower curtain and clambered out of the shower with Willow in her arms, helping the smaller girl to the toilet just in time for her to start retching loudly. Tara just rubbed her back and quietly whispered comforting words in her ear until Willow eventually sat back, one hand covering her face while the other blindly tried to flush the toilet, feeling Tara’s hand cover hers after a moment and help her push the metal lever down.


“Sorry,” she mumbled, still feeling the acidic burn down the back of her throat, “Way to ruin a romantic shower.”


“You didn’t ruin anything,” Tara reassured before taking a more light-hearted tone, “I guess the baby doesn’t like that shampoo. We’ve got a strong-willed little one in there.”


Willow cracked a small smile and took some deep breaths.


“With a decidedly not-strong stomached Momma.”


“You don’t need a strong stomach when you have a strong heart,” Tara responded as she lovingly ran a hand down the smaller girl’s hair, “Are you okay? Can I do anything?”


“I’m okay,” Willow answered, glancing over her shoulder, “I guess I’ll just brush my teeth and get ready.”


Tara smiled and nodded.


“I’m just gonna go finish washing my hair. I won’t use that shampoo.”


“Probably best. I don’t wanna be gagging every time you give me a hug,” Willow replied with an apologetic look, “Sorry.”


“I told you not to be sorry,” Tara responded, giving her wife’s shoulders a squeeze, “I like the other one anyway. It’s just shampoo, honey. No big deal. Except to your stomach.”


Willow turned on her knees and pushed their still-wet bodies against each other in a hug.


“Thank you,” she said, offering the blonde a smile but snapping her head back when the other girl leant forward, “Tara, I just thre–”


She was cut off as Tara pressed their lips very lightly but very warmly together for a few moments before pulling back.


“I love you, Willow,” she said, moving her lips against the redhead’s temple for a moment before standing, “Water’s getting cold.”


Tara had her back to Willow but she could feel the smile she was getting as she slipped behind the shower curtain again and started to wash her hair with the same shampoo the redhead had used. She got through the process a lot quicker without the distraction of having another naked body in there with her and turned the faucet off as soon as she rinsed the last of the conditioner from her locks.


She exited the shower once again and wrapped a towel from the rack on the wall around her body and made her way over to the sink, picking up her yellow toothbrush that was sitting between JJ’s Spiderman and Willow’s wetted white with pink hearts one. She hummed no particular tune as she went about brushing her teeth until she was satisfied that they were clean and deposited her brush back in the cup before making her way back down the hall into their bedroom.


She walked over to the dresser and took her bottle of lotion from the top, squirting some into her hands and rubbing it along her arms as she smiled over at Willow who was sitting at the vanity table in her towel, curling the ends of her hair with a curling iron.


“Your hair dried quickly.”


“This new blowdryer is amazing,” Willow replied keeping focused in the mirror and taping said device with her foot in indication, “I haven’t used it since I bought it. See what happens when you spend a few extra bucks? Great hair.”


“I never argued about spending a bit extra,” Tara replied in amusement, “In fact, I think I insisted after you thought the last one was made of rubber and would bounce.”


“It was an accident, I didn’t mean to drop it,” Willow protested, “Be nice to me or I won’t let you use it.”


Tara laughed quietly and walked over to her wife, bending down to peer at her over her shoulder in the mirror.


“You have to; I’m pretty sure according to New York State, it’s 50% mine.”


Willow shot a small grin back through the mirror.


“You sure know how to hold a grudge, you know that?”


Tara laughed again, louder this time and grinned back.


“Says the woman who still grumbles that I made her wait two months to see me topless.”


“It may sound like a short time in the grand scheme of things,” Willow replied, sighing as she calmly pulled the curling iron from her hair, “But we shared a bed from our very first date. 2 months of having them pressed against me every night and not being able to touch was torture.”


Tara playfully shook her head, enjoying teasing her wife.


“I let you feel me up pretty soon after we started dating.”


“Let me?” Willow scoffed indignantly, “You practically begged me. And over-the-sweater only cuts it for so long. For someone who let me go there so quickly, you really knew how to make a girl wait.”


Tara moved her chin down to rest on the redhead’s shoulder on the opposite side of where she was curling her hair and gave a sweet smile.


“Did it not make your 20th birthday extra special?”


Willow blushed slightly and nodded.


“Yea,” she agreed with a soft smile, “And made the day after my 20th birthday extra, extra special.”


They both shared a momentary loving glance as memories of the culmination of what had been their burgeoning physical relationship flashed through their minds until Tara straightened up again adopted a light-hearted tone.


“So, you better let me use the blowdryer or I’ll put you on restricted status again.”


“Oh no, no, no, missy,” Willow replied with a hearty chuckle, “You put a baby in me. Which makes you my personal ice cream-getter, compliment-giver and...”


She trailed off for a moment and winked at Tara’s reflection.


“Sex slave for the next 8 months.”


Willow saw her wife grin wider and shake her head good-naturedly.


“Yes, dear,” Tara replied dryly before dropping a kiss on top of the smaller girl’s head and moving off to the side.


She picked up the bottle of lotion again and squeezed some more into her hand, then bent her leg up to the table, resting her foot on the side as she rubbed it into her lower leg.


Willow’s hand stalled half-way down a lock of hair as her eyes were drawn to the slender, toned calf in front of her and Tara’s long fingers working the cream into her skin. Her gaze followed the circular movements with rapt attention until she suddenly felt a flash of hot pain on her neck and yelped, dropping the curling iron onto the table with a bang.


“Ow!”


“What’s wrong?” Tara asked, alarmed as she dropped her leg and saw the slightly reddening mark on her wife’s skin, making a clicking noise with her tongue, “Willow.”


“Okay, new rule,” Willow grumbled, bringing a hand up to rub her neck, “When I have something that I can burn myself with in my hand, your legs are not allowed within a 2 foot radius.”


“Is it bad?” Tara asked, kneeling down beside the chair and taking Willow’s hand away to examine the mark, “Do you need the burn cream?”


“No, it’s okay, it only hit me for half a second,” Willow replied, switching off the curling iron and smiling when she felt soft lips press against the mark, “Feel free to turn it into a hickey.”


“It’d match the others,” Tara murmured in response as she stood again and walked over to the closet.


Willow turned her head so she was regarding her profile and lifted her hair up to look at the area of her neck behind and below her ear, nodding in acknowledgement as she stretched back some more and saw the spattering of dark marks.


“Wow, you really went for it last night, didn’t you?”


Tara picked a yellow sweater from the closet and held it against her chest, deciding if she wanted to wear it, and grinned slightly to herself.


“You haven’t seen the other side yet, have you?”


Willow spun in the chair and pushed the other side of her hair away, her eyes widening in surprise when she saw quite how much of her skin was a distinctly darker colour than normal.


“Jesus, Tara!”


“What?” Tara asked, throwing the sweater and jeans she’d decided on wearing onto the bed and taking a matching black bra and panties set from the dresser, “It was my birthday.”


“Yes, I remember the hot birthday sex,” Willow replied, continuing to examine her neckline, “I don’t remember you deciding you'd become a vampire and attacking my neck.”


Tara smirked to herself as she stood over the bed and dropped the towel, pulling her bra onto her body.


“Really? You were there.”


Willow rolled her eyes but was smiling as pulled her hair down over the front of her shirt.


“At least I have the hair to cover it now. No more looking like a jackass wearing a scarf indoors.”


She inspected her look in the mirror for another moment before nodding in satisfaction and standing up. She walked over to Tara as the blonde snapped her panties into place and pulled her to her by the hips.


She smiled sweetly for a moment before slipping her hand behind and bringing it down on her unsuspecting wife’s rear. Tara jumped in place and Willow brought her hand back, wagging it at the blode.


“That’s for making me your chew toy,” she said sternly before grabbing the surprised blonde’s cheeks and pulling her in for a brief but passionate kiss, then moving her head back and regarding her wife with smouldering eyes, “That’s to make sure you never stop.”


Tara brought her hands up to cover the redhead’s over her cheeks, squeezing her wife’s palm with her fingers.


“You,” she breathed, her eyes moving down from Willow’s gaze to her lips and back up again, “Are wonderful.”


“And don’t you forget it,” Willow grinned as moved her hands from her wife’s cheeks and bent down to pick up the blowdryer before speaking wryly, “Did you want to use our communal marital property?”


“Yes,” Tara replied, equally droll, “But I need to get dressed first.”


Willow pushed her bottom lip out and adopted a whiny tone.


“You mean you’re not gonna stay in your underwear all day?”


“Well I could,” Tara responded as she pulled a plain white tank top over her shoulders, then started to shrug her yellow sweater on, buttoning it up, “But don’t you think our nearest and dearest saw enough of me last night?


Willow groaned and slapped her hand against her forehead.


“It’s tomorrow.”


“It is,” Tara replied with a sigh as she fastened her skirt around her hips before managing a smile in the redhead’s direction, “But I had a wonderful yesterday.”


Willow smiled at that and bent over to place a kiss against her wife’s cheek.


She felt Tara nuzzle against her lips and lingered there for several seconds before dropping to the crook of the blonde’s neck and left a small kiss there, then pulled back and put her hand on the taller girl’s shoulder, giving it a squeeze.


“I’ll go make us some breakfast. Sunny side up and raison toast?”


“Mmhh, yes please,” Tara replied as she sat in the chair Willow had vacated a few moments before, “You know me so well.”


“Never say I don't please my woman,” Willow quipped and started to move towards the door, whistling, “Makin' a nice breakfast for my lady.”


“Nice breakfast,” Tara repeated the sentiment before sighing as she picked up the blowdryer, “And then it’s time to face the music.”