Hello
I'm glad you all enjoyed the wedding, now if you'd like to make your way through to the reception....
This is my special Valentine's gift to all of you lovely kittens (& I even put some nice W/T smut in it too

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HAPPY VALENTINE'S DAY
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“I don’t wanna be in more pictures, Mama I’m hungry.” Ryan was finding this particular part of his pageboy duties to be extremely boring, and the insistent rumbling in his tummy wasn’t helping matters.
“Just a few more Ry, I promise. Go stand with Jules and Lydie for a minute sweetie.”
The little boy was currently curled up under a wrought iron patio table in the gardens of the hotel where the photographs were being taken. Anya was desperately trying to coax him out.
“But it’s boring.”
“Ryan, just two minutes, and then it’ll be time for lunch.”
“One. Two. That’s two minutes Mama.”
“That was two seconds sweetie.”
As the photographer glared impatiently at Anya her patience gave out, she crawled underneath the table and dragged her son out kicking and screaming.
“No. NO! Mama stop it, I don’t wanna. Put me down. Daddy help!”
Anya thrust Ryan into Xander’s arms and the little boy sobbed quietly into his father’s shoulder.
“Shh, it’s okay Ry, just one more picture then we’re all finished okay? Dry your eyes little man, you can’t have red, puffy eyes in Aunt Dawn and Auntie Kate’s pictures.” Xander pulled a tissue out of his pocket and wiped the tears from his son’s eyes.
“Do I look han-sum now?” The little boy asked softly, nibbling tentatively at his bottom lip.
“Yep, you sure do kiddo. Are you gonna stand with your cousins now?”
“Okay.”
The rest of the photos were taken quickly and everyone moved back inside ready for their meal.
Dawn, Kate, Buffy, Giles and Kate’s parents sat at the long main table that stretched along the back wall of the dining hall. Willow, Tara, Xander, Anya and the children sat around a large round table located between the main table and the French doors to the gardens. There were several other round tables in the room, which were occupied by a few members of Kate’s family and some of Dawn and Kate’s close friends.
When everyone had finished their three course meal and were contentedly enjoying glasses of wine (and juice for the children), Giles gently tapped the side of his wine glass and stood to make his speech.
“I’d just like to say a few words, I know it’s the tradition to recall embarrassing tales from the bride’s past, but I think I’ll leave that for someone else. When I was asked to fill the role of father of the bride and give Dawn away today, it was the proudest moment of my life. I have know Dawn for almost thirteen years, since she was just ten years old, and in that time I have watched her grow into the beautiful, intelligent, compassionate woman you see today. I was very close to Dawn and Buffy’s mother, who I am sure, is looking down on her daughter today content in the knowledge that her life will forever be filled with the love she so graciously deserves. On behalf of Joyce and all of Dawn’s family I would like to welcome Kate into our fold. Dawn, Kate, I wish you a lifetime of happiness. To the happy couple.”
The guests raised their glasses and sang out a toast to the happy couple and Giles reclaimed his seat.
Several other speeches followed, including a particularly embarrassing one from Xander (which, at some points was rather unsuitable for the children’s little ears) and a rather moving one from Kate’s father which had almost everyone in tears.
Finally, and much to Dawn’s surprise, Kate stood and called for everyone’s attention.
“I know that the bride doesn’t usually make a speech, but, well, there’s no groom to make one and I just want to share a little story with you all. Just over three years ago, at a Halloween dorm party, Dawn walked over to me, dressed in a black Lycra cat suit, which you looked very sexy in by the way, and told me that I was the most beautiful woman she had ever seen in her life, and then she vanished for the rest of the night. A week later, Dawn sat next to me in a criminal law lecture and spent the full hour writing little notes to me.” Kate rummaged around in a small velvet purse and pulled out some rainbow coloured note paper. “Now, I can’t share all of the notes, because some of them were most definitely of an NC-17 variety, but, there’s one that I’d like to read to you all today.” Kate proceeded to read the three year old love note. “I saw you checking me out at the Halloween party, or at least I hope you were; ‘cos if you tell me that you were actually just stood around waiting for your boyfriend to turn up and take you away from the crazy women in the cat suit, my little kitty heart will be shattered into pieces. And you don’t want to be responsible for breaking a kitty’s little heart do you?” Kate smiled as she recalled the nervous smile on Dawn’s face as she had passed her that note so long ago. “Now, at the time I thought that Dawn was a babbling nut, but then I met Willow and found out that she was Dawn’s main confidante, and suddenly it all made sense. I believe I have you to thank for most of these notes Will.”
“Happy to have helped.” Willow chimed in, grinning at Dawn and Kate.
“Although I really hope you had nothing to do with the more, intimate ones?”
“No, I wrote those all on my own honey.” Dawn assured her wife proudly.
“That’s good to hear sweetheart. In that case, Buffy your baby sister is so not as sweet and innocent as you’d like to think.”
“Oh yes she is.” The slayer insisted, much to everyone’s amusement. Well, everyone except Giles, who was busy cleaning his glasses.
“Anyway, after almost two weeks of sending me notes in class, Dawnie finally asked me out on an actual date. The date was, well, to say it was a complete disaster would be an understatement and, long story short, we ended up spending six hours in the ER. Although, I must say, it was the most fun broken ankle I’ve ever had. Now, riddled with guilt over my poor broken leg, Dawn decided to play nurse maid to me. And Xander, the image in your head may have occurred a few times over the years, but please stop imagining it now before Anya, Dawn, myself and Buffy all try to kill you.”
Everyone’s eyes turned to an embarrassed looking Xander just as Anya gave a sharp jab to the top of his arm.
“Sorry.” He muttered sheepishly.
“When Thanksgiving came, Dawn drove me home on her way back here and four days after Christmas she drove back to my parent’s house told me that she couldn’t stop thinking about me; that she missed me more than her poor little kitty heart could handle and that she loved me completely and eternally. Then she kissed me, and the rest, as they say, is history.”
As Kate finished her speech she turned to her wife and placed a soft, sweet, lingering kiss on Dawn’s lips.
The speeches, and indeed the reception, ended with coffee, tea and after dinner mints, and some thank you gifts for the bridal party. Silver, heart pendants for Buffy, Willow and Kate’s mom; silver cufflinks for Giles and Kate’s father; little gold signet rings for Lydia and Jules; and a big boy’s watch for Ryan.
At around four in the afternoon the guests filtered out of the dining area; some moved to their hotel rooms, other’s headed for home so that they could change into less formal clothing for the night-time festivities.
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“Jules and Lydie refused to change out of their bridesmaid’s dresses. I have a horrible feeling that I’m gonna have to cut them out of those dresses while they’re asleep.” Willow giggled as she kicked off her white shoes.
“Where are they?” Tara enquired as she watched her lover in the mirror of the dressing table.
“They dragged Buffy and Xander off exploring, they want to try and solve the giant maze in the gardens.”
“So they should be occupied for oh, at least an hour?” The blonde asked with a playful glint in her eyes.
“Oh at least, maybe even an hour and a half.” Willow smiled knowing exactly where the conversation was heading.
“Whatever are we going to do with all that time?” Tara stalked slowly towards the bed, unbuttoning her white blouse, revealing her smooth, milky skin to her practically drooling lover.
“You want me to help you out of those clothes baby?”
“No my darling, I just want you to watch.”
Willow let out an audible gulp as Tara proceeded to perform a slow, sensual striptease just for her.
The blonde’s hips swayed in a hypnotic dance as she delicately and teasingly removed every item of her clothing.
“Lie back sweetie.” The blonde whispered huskily in her lover’s ear, her warm breath delighting the redhead’s senses as she leant her body in close to Willow’s, gently forcing her down onto the bed.
“You are so hot.” Willow breathed quietly.
“I can’t help it; you look so sexy in that dress.” Tara rubbed her naked body up against the soft silk of Willow’s dress. “You wouldn’t believe how wet I am for you right now. I’ve been watching you all day. Watching the way this dress hugs every curve of your beautiful, perfect body and it’s taken every ounce of strength I have not to pounce on you and have my wicked way with you.”
“There’s nothing stopping you now baby. It’s just us, all alone. You can pounce all you like.”
“Oh, I intend to. But first, I need to see the treasures that this dress has been hiding away from me all day. Turn over honey.”
Tara moved to allow Willow to roll onto her stomach then she swiftly straddled the redhead’s ass, grinding her moist centre against the smooth silk dress. She gently took the zip between her teeth and slowly eased it down. The redhead’s back was then slowly showered with tiny, hot kisses, like gentle summer rain beating down on her naked flesh.
“Your skin tastes so sweet, I want to taste every inch of you.” Tara informed Willow as she lifted red hair to nibble and kiss the back of her soul mate’s neck.
Nimble fingers pushed the straps of Willow’s dress off her shoulders and down lightly freckled arms.
Tara lifted herself slowly off Willow’s body and slid the lavender silk down the redhead’s body.
“Let me see my treasure.” The blonde demanded softly as she raked her eye’s over her lover’s body.
Willow sat up and removed her bra and panties then she lay on her back, allowing Tara to see all that she desired.
“You look delicious.” The blonde appraised as she slowly crawled beneath her redhead’s legs. “Do you taste delicious? I’ll bet you do. These sweet, pert breasts look especially yummy. May I taste them sweetheart?”
“Oh yes, please darling. Taste them, they’re all yours.”
Tara leaned in slowly, subconsciously twirling her tongue around her lips in anticipation of the sweet, hard nipple that would soon be captured by her eager mouth.
Willow moaned as Tara’s expert tongue came into contact with her left nipple. The blonde flicked her warm tongue over and over the dark, pink nub, causing Willow to writhe in sweet, agonizing pleasure beneath her. Tara moved her attention to the redhead’s right breast; the tip of her tongue sending wonderfully torturous vibrations from Willow’s nipple all the way down to her throbbing core.
The hard, rhythmic flicks soon slowed and became long, sensuous licks of the dusky peaks. The blonde took her time to suckle, nibble and devour her love’s breasts, slowly driving the smaller woman crazy.
“Tara baby… need you… please.” Willow begged breathlessly, completely at her lover’s mercy.
“You need me darling? Where do you need me?”
“Inside me. Please. Deep inside me.”
Not one to deny her sweetheart anything, Tara slowly raked her fingers down Willow’s body, stroking them through damp, red curls and slowly, teasingly sliding two long, expert fingers inside her lover’s warm, dripping centre.
“Oh yesssss.” Willow breathed as she felt her angel’s fingers filling her so completely.
Within seconds Willow’s own fingers were buried between soft, golden curls and the two women were moving in perfect synchronicity, enticing one another to the very edge of climatic bliss.
Their movement’s increased. Fingers thrusting harder and faster; eyes locked, sharing wordless declarations of love and desire.
Then all movement stopped for the briefest moment before their bodies roared and trembled together in sweet, blissful ecstasy.
With the little strength they had left Willow and Tara curled up safely together, pulled a thin cotton sheet over themselves, and contentedly drifted into a peaceful slumber.
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Well, I hope you all enjoyed that as much as I enjoyed writing it - it's so much fun having naughty Willow & Tara scenes playing out in my head
Hugs
Jeanne
Edited because I'm a Willowhand now! Yay!!!
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Tara: “Let me guess – you want me to lie on your lap while you feed me grapes, but my sweet, shy, precious, honey you’ve been too shy to ask – yes?” - GROWW by WannaFriendsBe
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Edited by: kindagay at: 2/14/05 10:38 am