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

[leonhart17]

Lol, looks right to me...

Of course Anya sticks her foot in it... at least the guys aren't too likely to figure out what's up... Very cute update!

[vazy]

Okay end of the fifth time. Its comment time! Adorable lil' JJ getting all worried 'bout his Momma being sick. He has his parents big heart. Then we get some Snoopy dance, gotta love some Snoopy dance. I learnt it New Year's eve and harrased my friend to try and learn the piano music for it, she refused. Then is that? SMURFIES! *Dances around wildly* Can't believe you actually wrote that little part. You rock Laragh-monster! *Hug* Xander, Jesse and Willow finally have an excuse to be the big kids that they are inside with good reason. Darned Anya, after I break you out I am inventing a machine that will allow me to enter fictional worlds and poking her with a stick. Calling Will puffy, Hrrrumph. Wonder how they'll explain that one? Hope Anya hasn't just 'outed' them. You rock Lararararagh and as does you friend, I tip my imaginary hat to her. Now I start on that picture for you!

[Gaga01]

Oh no, I hope you will be better soon, Laragh!!

The update was great!! Anya really knows how to put her foot in her mouth, huh? Poor Willow...I'm sure Tara will make her feel better though, lol.

[zampsa19752001]

Yay for great update-y goodness... One of the downsides of having a smart kid is that you can't hide everything from them... Too many Oreo's really made laugh... I absolutely loved Willow's & JJ's Snoopy dance & whole watching Christmas cartoons together... Anya sure knows how to ruin everyone's mood. I hope Xander start to give her some behavior lessons... I truly hope Tara is able to calm Willow down enough so that they can have the Christmas dinner... I kinda hope that Willow & Tara make the kids "thank" Anya for ruining Christmas...

[AstronSoul]

Ok so I finally caught up to this whole story, and I LOVE IT!
You have me very curious as to when they are telling their friends and family that Will is pregnant,
and I cannot wait to see what's next!

[ToTheNetherRealm]

Thank you for this update! I've always loved the family dynamics between Willow, Tara and little JJ. I'm actually kind of jealous, I've would kill to have a such a beautiful relationship like them with my family. Hands downs, they're perfect together.

JJ is so cute, and extremly smart. I belive that nurture is the thing that makes the child to feel like a miniature of yourself. I don't think that the blood that runs in your veins have anything to do with that.

Keep up the good work, it's amazing that you still write even when you're at the hospital. (If you're still there, that is.) Anyhow it's very much appriciated, belive me!

Whoever posted, you also did great!

[brave-little-toaster]

Can I go hug Willow? And what's up with Anya, I thought they had pounded more sense into her than that?
Awesome job, very cute Christmas, and can't wait for the next chapter!

[love_2003]

Loved the Snoopy dance between JJ and Willow. Looks like Tara and Willow weren't hiding Willow's morning sickness as well as they thought from JJ. At first I thought Anya was going to make a comment asking if Willow was pregnant. Anya certainly knows how to make a room go silent.

[Ariel]

Hey, Laragh!

- Yes, Anya! I'm still waiting for you to learn some manners! And that was a ROTTEN thing to say! And you made Willow cry! Jerk!

Well, the cast has gathered and the storm clouds are brewing - unless our girls do some fast talking OR Anya grows some compassion, well . . . I hear a cat clawing its way out of the bag!

And yes, I'm hooked so keep writing!

Ariel

[Finey_McFine]

Hi Laragh,

I really enjoyed this update. The lead up to Christmas is always so stressful, but then you are rewarded with a nice relaxing fun day. Which you captured here perfectly; from the comfy pj's to the annual watching of Charlie Brown...very nice. JJ and Willow are adorable and you can feel the mutual adoration between them:) The entire family dynamic is just perfect in every way.

Thanks for writing such a wonderful story!

[taralicious]

“Will you help me make her some tea to make her feel better?”

It's like I've always said, there's no problem a cup of tea can't solve.

“She’s been eating too many Oreos.”

Tara is very perceptive to explain serious grown-up concepts by putting them in terms that JJ can relate to.

“Silly Momma

Trix are for kids...no wait sorry, that's silly rabbit.

he said in a tone that Tara would have almost said was mocking her before he turned on his heels and marched out of the room haughtily.

JJ has certainly inherited his mothers' penchant for theatrical drama.

“Don’t you start again with the sexy!”

Asking that of Tara is like asking the sun not to rise in the morning or the tide not to come in

“Snoopy’s on!”

I've watched "A Charlie Brown Christmas" ever since I was JJ's age and now watch it every year with my mother and my cat MIdnight.
If I ever have kids, I'll watch it with them as well.

“Who’s your favourite smurf?”

I always fancied Smurfette as a wee lad myself; blue-skinned blonde girls wearing short skirts are so hot. I also figured Papa Smurf had a little something going on the side and half-expected him to be dressed like Pimpa Smurf as why was she the only girl in the village?

No,” JJ protested through laughter, “Girls are yucky!”

My teenage nephews are still in this phase or if they aren't, they haven't mentioned it to me.

“You’re weird.”

I know this declaration well and have always taken it as a compliment so yay to Willow for being weird.
JJ must have Time Lord DNA mingling about in his blood for catching on to the whole telling time concept so quickly.

[Laragh]

BuffyFan4ever –

Kids are always more observant than grown-ups think.

True story. That’s why therapists start seeing ‘em younger and younger

Loved Willow and J.J.'s Snoopy Dance.

It is the dance of kings

Also loved J.J.'s first time-telling lesson. He is so smart. He is so much like both Willow and Tara, it reminds me of the whole nature vs nurture debate.

I think it’s all (or at least mostly) nurture. But that’s just me.

I hope Tara's able to calm Willow down quickly after Anya's remarks. I also hope Anya realizes that what she was rude. It was a bit too Cordelia-esque for my tastes.

See the thing is, it was the complete opposite of Cordelia (or at least that was my intention). She wasn’t trying to be passive aggressive, or rude, or mean-spirited, or a bully. She was trying to be helpful but just worded it in her usual uncouth Anya way.

Thanks for commenting

leonahrt17 –

Of course Anya sticks her foot in it...

Of course She’s still Anya

at least the guys aren't too likely to figure out what's up...

Nope, not at all. All Anya really did was highlight the fact that Willow’s hormonal, but it’s very easy to pass that off as other womanly stuff

Very cute update!

Thanks!

And thanks for your comment

vazy –

Adorable lil' JJ getting all worried 'bout his Momma being sick. He has his parents big heart.

He does. If they were to pass on anything, it would be that

Then we get some Snoopy dance, gotta love some Snoopy dance. I learnt it New Year's eve and harrased my friend to try and learn the piano music for it, she refused.

How rude!

Then is that? SMURFIES! *Dances around wildly* Can't believe you actually wrote that little part. You rock Laragh-monster!

Of course I did I love that instead of my fanfic inspiring your art; your art now inspires my fanfic

*Hug* Xander, Jesse and Willow finally have an excuse to be the big kids that they are inside with good reason.

Best reason to procreate

Darned Anya, after I break you out I am inventing a machine that will allow me to enter fictional worlds and poking her with a stick. Calling Will puffy, Hrrrumph.

Yes, very poor choice of words, but Anya is Anya. Means well but speaks badly.

Wonder how they'll explain that one? Hope Anya hasn't just 'outed' them.

Hormones are hormones, it’s an easy explain-away

You rock Lararararagh and as does you friend, I tip my imaginary hat to her. Now I start on that picture for you!

Yes, where is my picture? JK, take your time. My friend appreciates the imaginary hat tip

Thanks for your feedback!

ALSO HAVE AN AMAZING TIME IN AFRICA AND PLEASE DON'T GET EATEN BECAUSE I'D MISS YOU!!

Gaga01 –

Oh no, I hope you will be better soon, Laragh!!

Thank you

The update was great!!

Thanks!

Anya really knows how to put her foot in her mouth, huh?

She completely redefines ‘upfront’

Poor Willow...I'm sure Tara will make her feel better though, lol.

Nobody wants to get on the bad side of hormonal Will, I’ll say that much

Thanks for commenting

zampsa19752001 –

One of the downsides of having a smart kid is that you can't hide everything from them... Too many Oreo's really made laugh...

Very true. But lucky he’s still young enough to fall for the too many cookies bit

I absolutely loved Willow's & JJ's Snoopy dance & whole watching Christmas cartoons together...

They sure do notch up on the cuteness scale.

Anya sure knows how to ruin everyone's mood. I hope Xander start to give her some behavior lessons

Well I for one don’t want Xander giving Anya behaviour lessons. That’s kinda patronising to do to your wife, isn’t it? Maybe explain to her about learning a bit a subtly or why it embarrasses him when she speaks out if it’s a big issue for him, but he knew what he was marrying, and loved her for it. It wouldn’t say much of their relationship if he felt like he needed to change her so intrinsically.

... I truly hope Tara is able to calm Willow down enough so that they can have the Christmas dinner...

Willow and Anya always have and always will have a grating relationship on each other – but they’re family, their boys are like best friends and they’re pretty much gonna be tied together forever. They need to talk it out themselves sometimes too

I kinda hope that Willow & Tara make the kids "thank" Anya for ruining Christmas...

Who said Christmas is ruined? Oh ye of little faith

Thanks for your comment

AstronSoul –

Ok so I finally caught up to this whole story, and I LOVE IT!

Woo! Glad you do

You have me very curious as to when they are telling their friends and family that Will is pregnant,
and I cannot wait to see what's next!

Well not until they clear the 3 month mark, I can tell you for sure lol. Lots to come before then

Thanks for commenting!

ToTheNetherRealm –

I've always loved the family dynamics between Willow, Tara and little JJ. I'm actually kind of jealous, I've would kill to have a such a beautiful relationship like them with my family. Hands downs, they're perfect together.

Oh yes, much agreement here. Can you tell I’m projecting what I want for my future with this entire fic?

JJ is so cute, and extremly smart. I belive that nurture is the thing that makes the child to feel like a miniature of yourself. I don't think that the blood that runs in your veins have anything to do with that.

I agree 100%. And I think nurturing can start in the womb, so the little W/T on the way will be born so intrinsically them and continue to grow up that way. But JJ’s living (fictitious-living but I stand by my point ) that nurture will always win out over nature

Keep up the good work

I’m glad you’re enjoying the fic still

Thanks for your feedback!

brave-little-toaster –

Can I go hug Willow?

You can try, but I’m not sure she’s in a huggy mood quite yet

And what's up with Anya, I thought they had pounded more sense into her than that?

Well I’m of the opinion that she doesn’t really need any sense pounded into her. She’s Anya. She’s blunt. That’s who she is, and that’s why the rest of the gang, her family, love her. It’s a flaw, arguably, yes, but family loves you, flaws and all. They wouldn’t try to pound Willow’s tendency to over-research and panic easily from her, even though it can get her into trouble sometimes or how Xander sometimes veer too much on the childish side of the scale even though I’m sure that must irritate Anya if she’s trying to have a serious conversation with him or that Angel is a brooder who isn't the most emotionally open.

I guess the main difference with those is that she's more likely to hurt someone (accidentally) and if she says something that someone else takes offence to, then those people should most definitely talk about it and Anya might need to reconsider when/how she says something, but at the end of the day, she says what she’s feeling, and rarely, if ever, does so with ill-intent. She’s well-meaning and straight-talking. And hey, that’s a virtue extra that you can say for most lawyers

Awesome job, very cute Christmas, and can't wait for the next chapter!

Hope you enjoy!

Thanks for commenting

love_2003 –

Loved the Snoopy dance between JJ and Willow.

They've got it well rehearsed

Looks like Tara and Willow weren't hiding Willow's morning sickness as well as they thought from JJ.

Nope, but he’s still pretty young, so I reckon they’ve bought enough time until they tell everyone.

At first I thought Anya was going to make a comment asking if Willow was pregnant.

Nope, no guesswork from anyone!

Anya certainly knows how to make a room go silent.

It's certainly a skill!

Thanks for your comment

Ariel –

Hey, Laragh!

Hi!

:impatient - Yes, Anya! I'm still waiting for you to learn some manners! And that was a ROTTEN thing to say! And you made Willow cry! Jerk!

Well now, we should be clear, Willow would cry if she saw a cute puppy, the hormonal state she’s in at the moment

Well, the cast has gathered and the storm clouds are brewing - unless our girls do some fast talking OR Anya grows some compassion, well . . . I hear a cat clawing its way out of the bag!

I don’t think Anya is really lacking any compassion here – the opposite in fact. She saw Willow was looking a little more rounded than usual, jumped to what was arguably the most logical conclusion for a somewhat sudden bloated kinda look and offered a solution. Had Willow actually been retaining water and not been self-conscious about the little extra weight, it would’ve been good advice. I mean, these guys have known each other 6 years now, all consider each other family, and if you can’t be straight with your family, who can you be straight with? Anya’s just very, very...straight. (In the talking sense of the word, although the other applies too ) And loud. She could definitely learn about the art of the ‘quiet word with someone’.

But I think what’s more important than changing her whole persona to make other people comfortable is that she doesn’t dismiss people’s feelings in response to her outbursts as irrelevant because she was just saying what she thinks is true. She can learn to respond appropriately and be regretful if she makes people feel bad. ‘Cause I honestly don’t think that’s ever her intention (unless they’re opposite her in the courtroom I’m guessing ). She can grow as a person and learn from being part of a larger extended family without having to change herself completely.

As for cats and bag-related incidents, don’t be so sure All that’s obvious really is that Willow’s hormonal. You don’t gotta be pregnant to be hormonal I think as well that nobody else would even begin to suspect that Willow would be pregnant; neither she or Tara have expressed anything to anyone but each other about wanting another baby and they’re not going to accidentally get pregnant either, so it’s not like the possibility of it happening is high on anyone else’s mind.

And yes, I'm hooked so keep writing!

Aww, thank you, I’m doing my best!

Thanks for commenting

Finey_McFine –

Hi Laragh,

Hi!

I really enjoyed this update. The lead up to Christmas is always so stressful, but then you are rewarded with a nice relaxing fun day.

I can imagine, especially with kids, it’s like

Which you captured here perfectly; from the comfy pj's to the annual watching of Charlie Brown...very nice.

That’s what I do on Christmas, except by myself

JJ and Willow are adorable and you can feel the mutual adoration between them:)

You know, I really love that, it totally describes the relationship I picture them having, they worship the ground the other walks on.

The entire family dynamic is just perfect in every way.

I do love their family so.

Thanks for writing such a wonderful story!

Aww, thanks

Thanks for your feedback

taralicious –

It's like I've always said, there's no problem a cup of tea can't solve.

How very British of you

Tara is very perceptive to explain serious grown-up concepts by putting them in terms that JJ can relate to.

I’m sure it’ll be much more difficult explaining the actual pregnancy

Trix are for kids...no wait sorry, that's silly rabbit.

Why wouldn’t those kids ever just give the poor rabbit some cereal?

JJ has certainly inherited his mothers' penchant for theatrical drama.

You have a catnip problem!

Asking that of Tara is like asking the sun not to rise in the morning or the tide not to come in

It’s nice to have some consistent inevitabilities in your life.

I've watched "A Charlie Brown Christmas" ever since I was JJ's age and now watch it every year with my mother and my cat MIdnight.
If I ever have kids, I'll watch it with them as well.

I watch it every Christmas too! Best part.

I always fancied Smurfette as a wee lad myself; blue-skinned blonde girls wearing short skirts are so hot. I also figured Papa Smurf had a little something going on the side and half-expected him to be dressed like Pimpa Smurf as why was she the only girl in the village?

Are you saying Papa Smurf is basically running a one-smurf-only brothel? Way to ruin my childhood.

My teenage nephews are still in this phase or if they aren't, they haven't mentioned it to me.

Hell, sometimes I’m still in that phase

I know this declaration well and have always taken it as a compliment so yay to Willow for being weird.

Weirdness conquers all!

JJ must have Time Lord DNA mingling about in his blood for catching on to the whole telling time concept so quickly.

Or just some very smart parents

Thanks for your feedback

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Update Directly Below

[Laragh]

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TITLE: Family Confidential

AUTHOR: Laragh

CHAPTER RATING: PG-13

DISCLAIMER: Willow, Tara and any other characters from the Buffy the Vampire Slayer franchise belong to Joss Whedon, FOX, ME and a whole host of other entities, none of which are me.

SUMMARY: The promised sequel to Hacker Confidential. How are Willow, Tara, JJ and all their family getting on 4 years into the future?

SPOILERS: Perhaps minor references to the show or stealage of dialogue, but mostly just spoilers for all of Hacker Confidential . If you haven’t read that...well, you really will have no idea what’s going on lol.

FEEDBACK: Yes please

Chapter 23

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Previously:

“Oh, so you retain water before your period? You should still eat less salt. It’ll make you look less puffy.”


The entire room became deathly silent and Willow’s entire face dropped as errant tears sprung to her eyes immediately. She jumped up from her seat and bolted from the room, the distinct sound of sobbing coming alongside the sound of her thundering footsteps on the stairs.


“Jesus Christ, Anya,” Tara spat in a venomous tone that she rarely ever took, and never with her friends before running out of the room and following her wife upstairs.


The rest of the room stayed in stunned silence for several moments before Jesse broke it.


“Jeez, Anya, I’m a dude and even I know you don’t say something like that.”

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Tara rushed over to the bedside when she saw Willow scrunched up in the foetal position on their bed, cradling a pillow to her front.


“Sweetheart...”


“I asked you, Tara,” Willow sobbed to herself, a combination of her earlier insecurities and the excess of hormones spiralling through her body, making her tears uncontrollable, “W-why d-did you lie to me?”


“Willow, I didn’t,” Tara tried to soothe, reaching for her wife’s hand, who promptly snapped it back, “Hey. Don’t do that.”


Willow just balled her hands into fists to prevent the blonde for reaching for them, making Tara sigh and move her hand up to stroke her wife’s hair instead.


“Honey, it’s Anya. You know she just speaks without thinking sometimes.”


Willow squeezed the pillow against her even more.


“Exactly. S-she tells it like it is. And what is, is that I’m fat!”


“You’re not fat.”


The words, surprising both Willow and Tara, came from the doorway and Tara snapped her head around to see Anya standing there. She cleared her throat to try and remain calm.


“Anya, really not a good time...”


“No, let her speak,” Willow spat out with a spiteful glare at Tara, “At least she tells me the truth.”


Tara froze in shock for a moment at the harshness of Willow's tone. She blinked back the single tear she felt form in the corner in her eye and leaned forwards to place a chaste kiss against the redhead’s temple before speaking in a coarse whisper.


“I’ll be downstairs if you need me.”


Even in her overly-emotional state, Willow could hear the hurt in her wife’s voice and it snapped her out of her mild hysteria, but she didn’t get a chance to react as Tara straightened up and swiftly left the room, leaving her alone with Anya. Willow forced herself to sit up to retain some kind of dignity and returned the pillow to its place as she wiped away at her eyes.


“You said I was puffy.”


“Puffy isn’t fat. You’re not fat, just...fuller looking” Anya repeated after a moment of uncomfortable silence, “Water retention suits you. It’s doing wonders for your breasts. I never even knew you had any before.”


Willow tried to take the compliment from Anya’s statement, but was struggling until the other woman actually gave her one.


“I actually think you look very nice today,” Anya said, very matter-of-fact, “Tara must have given you a lot of orgasms this morning. You’ve got a nice post-coital glow.”


Willow blushed bright red but didn’t say anything, not wanting to give away the real reason for her apparent glow.


“I’m sorry I made you cry,” Anya continued, her tone becoming more uncomfortable as her voice quietened, “But it’s not my fault you PMS like a bitch.”


Willow groaned internally and set her jaw for a moment to curb her irritation.


“Why don’t we call it quits while we’re ahead?” she suggested, thinking it was best for both of them; Anya wouldn’t be uncomfortable and she knew the intuitive lawyer would start to piece two and two together soon if she didn’t veer them away, “We’re good, okay? I don’t want to ruin Christmas.”


Anya shrugged to herself.


“It wouldn’t be a family gathering if we didn’t have an argument,” she said, looking down slightly, “I’ve learned that’s pretty normal in families. Mine only sat at opposite ends of the table at holidays and didn’t say anything unless they were asking to pass the salt when I was a kid.”


Willow looked sympathetic and nodded.


“Mine too. I prefer shouting to silence.”


They shared a look of understanding for a moment before Willow gestured towards the door.


“I’ll be back down in a few minutes.”


Anya acknowledged what Willow had said with a nod and turned on her heels, but looked back for a moment.


“I really am sorry I hurt your feelings. Having a low-salt diet during that time of the month helps me. I was just trying to help. Would it have been better if I hadn't used the word 'puffy'?”


Willow offered a small smile and gave an affirmative nod of her head.


“Yes. The advice would have been better received.”


Anya nodded to herself as she took the information in.


“Okay. I'll remember that. Thank you, Willow.”


Willow watched as Anya walked completely out of the room and heard footsteps on the stairs a moment later. She couldn't help but smile as she thought about the encounter; Anya was definitely the one member of their extended family that she didn't quite get as much as the others, but she also felt every time they had a misunderstanding, which tended to be often, they took one step closer to figuring each other out. In an odd way, it sometimes made her feel like they had a deeper bond than with some of the others because they both inadvertently worked harder to get inside each other's minds.


She blinked her eyes a few times and forced her psychological education and analysis to the back of her mind, deciding it definitely wasn't the time for her to sit and ponder the complexities of the different relationships in her life and stood up, making her way to the bathroom and splashing her face with some water before taking a look at her reflection.


Tara’s hurt face instantly flashed through her mind.


“God...” she groaned at how nasty she'd been, kicking the base of the sink, “Idiot, Willow.”


She splashed her face again and wiped it against a towel before walking downstairs and into the doorway of the living room. Everyone stood around awkwardly but Willow just gave them a smile to let them know it was okay.


“Apparently I PMS like a bitch,” she said in a light-hearted tone, “Sorry guys, just having one of those wacky days.”


The women all nodded in understanding and the men shifted uncomfortably while Willow cleared her throat before speaking.


“Um...Tara?”


“Was she not upstairs with you?” Michelle asked, looking around the room as if she expected Tara to be hiding in a corner, “She hasn't come back in here.”


Willow frowned in confusion before she heard a soft ‘in here’ float into her ears, deducing it came from the kitchen just a few feet away from where she was standing. She gave their guests another smile and left them back to their chatting, everyone's shoulders deflated in relief that the palpable tension was gone that the one inevitable fight had passed. She walked into the kitchen and saw Tara was standing with her back to her at the cooktop, idly mashing some potatoes.


Willow walked over and stood by her side, reaching out for a moment before dropping her hand again, unsure what to do or say as Tara just continued mashing.


“Hi,” she said and Willow saw her give a sad smile as she looked towards her, “Nice to see those beautiful eyes not crying.”


“Tara...” Willow replied, reaching out again and letting her hand connect with her wife’s shoulder this time, “Baby, I’m so sorry.”


“Ssshhh,” Tara replied gently, reaching one hand back and covering the redhead’s on her shoulder, giving it a squeeze, “It’s okay.”


Willow shook her head.


“No it’s not. No it’s not. I don’t get to be an ass just because I’m–” she quickly stopped speaking as Tara gave her a pointed look in case anyone overheard, “Because. Come on, baby. You’ve never let me get away with any bullshit before, don’t start now.”


“I promised I’d be there for the mood swings,” Tara replied, letting the masher lie against the side of the pot.


Willow gave a small sigh.


“We never covered becoming an irrational, possibly psychotic bitch.”


Tara spun around to face the redhead fully, a stern look on her face.


“Do not talk about yourself like that.”


“Don’t let me ever talk to you like I did before,” Willow countered, bringing her other hand up to rub the blonde’s arm, “I know it’s my own fault and I’m the one who needs to make sure I don’t, but as my wife you have full authority to kick me up the butt when I need it.”


Tara raised an eyebrow.


“Really?”


Willow’s lips quirked into a smile.


“As long as you kiss it better,” she responded, before moving her hand up to cup her wife’s cheek, “You’re not anybody’s punching bag. And you don’t get to be mine just because I’m hormonal. I’m really, really sorry. I’ll never treat you like that again.”


Tara sighed and leant into the redhead’s touch. She knew what being treated like a punching bag felt like. And she wasn't about to let Willow think that's what she'd done.


“You didn’t treat me like a punching bag. It was a moment, Willow. Don’t beat yourself up over it,” she responded genuinely before taking her wife’s hand from her shoulder and entwining their fingers, “Just let me hold your hand next time.”


Willow nodded as she moved to rest her head against the blonde’s chest.


“Always.”


Tara dropped a kiss on top of her wife’s head.


“Did you sort things with Anya?”


“Yea,” Willow replied softly before lifting her head to look at her wife shyly, “She said I was glowing. I mean, she thought it was from sex, but still, she said it.”


“You are,” Tara responded with warm affection, “You’re so beautiful.”


Willow felt a light flush rise on her cheeks but held her head high as she accepted the compliment.


“Thank you.”


“You’re welcome,” Tara responded before a thought crossed her mind, “You don’t think anyone suspects...?”


Willow shook her head.


“Nah. They just think it’s a different kind of hormonal. Don’t worry, our secret’s safe. No one will know until we’re ready for them to know.”


Tara replied with her signature half-smile before gesturing at the various pots and pans beside them.


“Dinner’s just about ready. Will you call the boys in from the yard?”


Willow almost nodded but instead suppressed a grin and got a cheeky look of mock-defiance on her face.


“What if I don’t want to?”


Tara saw what her wife was doing crossed her arms over her chest as she adopted an almost authoritarian tone.


“I’m asking you to do one thing for me, so please do it.”


Willow let the grin spread across her face and threw her arms over the blonde’s neck, pressing their lips together momentarily.


“Yes ma’am.”


She popped another kiss on Tara’s lips, who grinned against her, before walking towards the sliding glass door that led to the backyard and walking through it to where the boys were playing.


“Whoa, hold your fire!” she exclaimed loudly when the Frisbee went flying past her, only an inch away from her face.


“Sorry, Momma,” JJ replied as he ran over and picked up the fallen piece of circular plastic, “Wanna play with us?”


“I would,” Willow answered with smile, “But dinner’s ready!”


Both boys’ faces lit up and they started running towards the door.


“Yea! I want ‘tatoes!” Alex shouted through his grin.


“I want turkey!” JJ countered as he ran through the door and into the kitchen, “And gravy!”


“There’s lots of gravy, little man,” Tara spoke out, hearing the last of her son’s statement, “Will you tell everyone to go into the dining room?”


JJ nodded and scurried off again, Alex following him as Willow arrived back in the room, sliding the door closed again and felt her mouth begin to salivate as she watched Tara remove the golden-brown turkey from the oven.


“Mmhhh...” she moaned as she found herself walking towards her wife and the bird to inhale its aroma, “Hey, can we tell everyone else there was a problem with the oven and just keep this for ourselves?”


Tara laughed quietly as she transferred the turkey from its roasting dish to a large, oval serving plate.


“I don’t think we can consume an entire turkey between two of us.”


“I dunno,” Willow murmured in response, “I’ve been able to pack away a lot ever since LM came along. As Anya clearly noticed.”


Tara gave her wife a loving look and was about to say something when Willow held up her hands and smiled.


“Not that it bothers me. I am a beautiful,” she paused and looked over her shoulder before lowering he voice to an almost inaudible whisper for the next word, “Pregnant woman. I am nourishing our child. And I am going to enjoy this wonderful dinner.”


Tara smiled and started surrounding the turkey with the roast potatoes but suddenly remembered something Willow had said a moment before and quirked an eyebrow in confusion.


“LM?”


“Little Miracle,” Willow whispered with a smile, “We’ll need a code name when we’re around all the gang.”


“Ah,” Tara replied in understanding, beaming from ear-to-ear, “Well, I’ll you what, I’ll carve the turkey and I’ll serve you and LM first. And you can have as much as you want.”


Willow gave a squeal of joy and crossed her hands on her stomach, dropping her head as if she was addressing her stomach.


“I told ya Mommy wouldn’t hold out on us.”


“Hey now,” Tara replied with mirth as she moved onto the gravy, “You’ve been having secret conversations?”


Willow reached out to gather a droplet of gravy that was falling from the spout of the gravy boat.


“Only to tell him or her how wonderful their Mommy is,” she replied before licking the gravy from her finger, “Mmhhh...and how amazing her gravy is.”


Tara smiled to herself and shook her head fondly before handing Willow the bowl of mashed potatoes and one with mixed vegetables.


“Go start to feed the hungry masses. I’ll be right in.”


Willow complied and started walking from the kitchen into the living room, where everyone was already seated and chatting. Xander and Jesse senses both visibly perked up as Willow entered the room.


“Food...” Xander said, almost drooling.


Jesse, who was sitting between his partner and his wife, slapped Xander on the back in agreement.


“Tara makes the best food...”


“I would be offended...” Alice spoke up, giving a small shrug as Ella rested quietly on her knee, “But he’s right.”


“My girl does make the good eats,” Willow agreed as she set down the dishes in her hand before taking one of the two free seats at the top of the table, right next to the children’s table as well.


Tara appeared just a second later, carrying the large oval dish, and placed it on the middle of the table. Everyone commented on how good it looked as she started to carve it, sticking to her promise of serving Willow first and giving her a double portion before letting everyone else take whatever amount they wanted.


She took Alex and JJ’s plate and filled them with potatoes, vegetables, turkey and gravy before sitting in the chair beside Willow and started to tuck into her own meal just as Ira started pouring wine in the glasses around him. Willow quickly covered her own to stop him.


“Do you still have that infection?” Ira questioned, visibly concerned, referring to the cover story they were using as to why Willow wasn’t drinking.


“It’s no biggie,” Willow replied with forced casualness, “The doctor says it’s just...”


“Lingering,” Tara finished for her struggling wife, throwing a discreet wink in her direction, “But you feel fine, don’t you sweetheart?”


Willow cast her wife a grateful smile and took her hand beneath the table.


“I couldn’t feel better.”


Ira seemed placated by that and moved on to pouring for the others around him. Various conversations were struck up throughout the meal, which thankfully went off without a hitch, apart from a brief and quickly-disbanded food fight between Alex and JJ, though not before Willow got a handful of mashed potato thrown at her hair.


The redhead disappeared upstairs right after desert had been served to fix her food-embedded hair while Jesse, Xander and Angel took their traditional role of cleaning-up and the girls settled into the living room to talk while Ira went outside to supervise the two boys who wanted to play, but couldn’t be alone in the almost-dark sky.


“Once again, the perfect Christmas dinner,” Buffy complimented as she collapsed into the sofa and held a hand over her stomach, “Can I hire you for year-round cooking, Tara?”


“Can you match my salary?” Tara joked before noticing Alice was rooting through the diaper bag she’d brought with her before producing a jar of baby food, “Want me to feed her, Al?”


“Sure,” Alice replied keenly, “I’m always happy to let someone else take the spit-up.”


Tara smiled as she lifted Ella into her arms and took the jar of pureed ‘mixed vegetables and turkey’ and the small plastic spoon from Alice’s hands before sitting in the armchair and resting the baby on her lap, bib already tied around her neck as she looked at the jar hungrily.


“I think someone’s hungry,” Tara said as she wrapped one arm protectively around Ella and opened the jar with the other, spooning some into the baby’s mouth, “Here you go, little miss.”


Ella gratefully smacked her lips over the spoon and slurped the food into her mouth. Tara continued to feed her, tuning out the conversation the other women has lapsed into as she watched the little girl’s soft movements until she felt someone sit on the arm of the chair she was sitting on and felt a kiss against her temple.


“You look cute with a baby,” Willow said in a barely audibly whisper.


“Really?” Tara murmured quietly, “Maybe we should do something about that.”


Willow grinned but didn’t say anything else, aware of the other people in the room, and interjected herself into the casual conversation the others were having about a film they’d all seen recently.


The men eventually rejoined them and Ira brought the kids inside when the temperature started to drop, playing JJ’s new Simpson’s board game with the two. Ella stayed in Tara’s arms, falling asleep a little while after she’d finished her food, and not stirring until Jesse took her as he and Alice prepared to leave, wanting to get the baby down for the night.


Michelle and Ira departed not long after, reluctantly, as Ira had an unfortunate early work morning the next day with a Saudi Arabian client who wanted to video conference with all the major bosses of the company – and was apparently the kind of client you didn’t say no to and had no recognition of holidays if it interfered with his business plans.


Xander and Anya were the next to leave when it was obvious that Alex was barely able to keep his eyes open, despite his (weak) protests. JJ helped him pack his backpack with his presents again and waved energetically as he left with his parents before running back into the living room and throwing himself onto the laps of the four adults sitting on the sofa; Buffy, Angel, Brian and Becky.


“Ooof!” was the general consensus from all four, still full from their huge meal.


“JJ, be careful,” Willow warned from where she’d shimmied herself onto Tara’s lap.


JJ just climbed over to Brian’s lap and started bouncing up and down.


“Can we play helicopter?”


Brian chuckled and scooped JJ up under his arms, standing up and kicking Angel’s shin. Angel just stared at him in confusion and Brian sighed.


“I’m food-heavy, man. I need a co-pilot.”


“Please, Uncle Angel?” JJ added, protruding his bottom lip.


Angel’s, whatever stoic, resolve cracked at that and he stood as well, cracking the barest hint of a smile. JJ squealed with excitement as Angel held him around the shoulders and Brian by his legs before they both started spinning him in circles, making his squeals louder.


“If this ends in throw-up, you’re cleaning it up,” Tara remarked dryly from her seat.


The escapade thankfully didn’t end in any kind of sickness, although after quite a few minutes, it did require the two men to sit down to try and make the room become still again. JJ just giggled to himself as he lay on the floor and felt his surroundings spin around him, eventually drifting off himself from the excitement of the day.


Easy conversation flowed over the next while between the adults though Buffy noticed that at some stage Willow and Tara’s voices were distinctly absent from any discussion. She cast a quick glance over at them and rolled her eyes with a grin as she saw that they’d managed to get distracted by each other as they kissed softly in the armchair.


She turned her head towards the other three on the sofa.


“I think our hosts have moved onto private entertainment.”


The others looked towards the two and Becky laughed quietly.


“I think that’s our cue to leave,” she replied before standing up and raising the tone of her voice, “Lovebirds, we’re leaving!”


Willow pulled away from Tara’s lips with a blush.


“You guys don’t have to go,” she said with a genuine tone, though she didn’t seem too upset at the idea either.


“Nah, we’re old now,” Buffy joked, “The body just can’t handle staying up until the wee hours.”


The four made their way to the foyer to collect their jackets before piling into Becky and Brian’s car, as Brian had only had the one drink with dinner, which had completely left his system in the hours since and was sober enough to drive.


Willow and Tara waved them off before Tara closed the front door and grinned at her wife, pulling her towards her by the waistband of her pants and crushing their lips together.


“They only left ‘cause you couldn’t keep your lips off me,” Willow murmured between kisses.


Tara nibbled lightly on Willow's bottom lip.


“They’re used to it.”


Willow giggled and continued to kiss her wife softly for a minute or two before Tara pulled away and looked towards the living room door.


“We need to get our son to bed.”


“Yes,” Willow agreed with a definitive nod of her head, “We need to get our son to bed.”


Tara looked back at Willow and gave her a sultry half-smile.


“And then...I need to get you into bed.”

[BuffyFan4ever]

Dibs

Great Update.

Like Willow, I was focused on Anya's "puffy" comment. I'm glad everything was sorted out.

Loved J.J. being a helicopter with Brian and Angel. My nephew is the same way. However, he's 10, so I have to explain that he's too heavy.

Can't wait for next week.

[Ariel]

Hi Laragh,

I really enjoyed the scene with Anya and the fresh insight about how her mind worked and the relationship between her and Willow. Really interesting, totally engaged me. And yeah, I see Anya learning and growing a bit - always a good thing.

I related to the hormone/hurting between Willow and Tara. Yes, hormones happen and they made it up. Also like that they set some boundaries.

Also, a part of me wishes I had an extended family like that. I have a mother I love (dad passed) and a wife and son, but their collection of close friends and family is truly wonderful to share.

Anyway, take care.

Ariel

[AstronSoul]

Dang missed dibs lol

Wow Anya is getting more sensitive, that's very refreshing and the code word for the baby is so cute.
Just wondering how long they are going to keep it secret, since she's 'filling out' a bit more hehe

Great update!

[leonhart17]

Aww, glad that Anya came in to talk to Willow herself - I wasn't expecting that... Love their little family so much!

[ToTheNetherRealm]

Yes, I’m still here :( Apparently until September at least

Oh, I feel so sorry for you. Get better soon?

An update, yeeeey!
I'm especially looking forward to the next one! Secretly hoping for some Willow-and-Tara-alone-in-their-bedroom goodness.

Thank you!

[wayland]

Lovely update Laragh.

I like a little drama between Tara and Willow and you write it well. And I love your interpretation of Anya.

[zampsa19752001]

Yay for great update-y goodness... I'm really glad that Willow & Anya sorted out their differences without too much drama... I love their nickname for the little munchkin... Can't wait for their private celebrations...

[MmmTaraSoSmexy13]

Yay an update. I love how Anya went and apologized to Willow, which was unexpected. I t was nice to have more background on Anya and the relationship between them both. I also love the interaction between Willow and Tara and how they resolve their problems. Amazing writing. Keep it up. Can't wait for next week.

[taralicious]

“Exactly. S-she tells it like it is. And what is, is that I’m fat!”

And even if she was fat, which she isn't, Willow would still be all kinds of sexy as a plump pregnant flame-haired vixen.

It’s doing wonders for your breasts. I never even knew you had any before.”

I've always known that Willow had breasts and now that they are engorged lactating spigots, they are a good place to take a nap upon.

But it’s not my fault you PMS like a bitch.”

The one Katy Perry song that I know because I've seen concert footage of Selena Gomez strutting and bouncing around on stage doing a cover of "Hot and Cold."

Tara saw what her wife was doing crossed her arms over her chest as she adopted an almost authoritarian tone.

Authoritarian Tara is really hot and it would be worth it to be punished by her tongue lashing for disobeying her.

Willow arrived back in the room, sliding the door closed again and felt her mouth begin to salivate as she watched Tara

My mouth gets wet and I get a cramp in my pants whenever I watch Tara; blame Spike, it was his lame excuse for snogging Buffy and Tara called him on it.

“Hey, can we tell everyone else there was a problem with the oven and just keep this for ourselves?”

No, they wouldn't be good hosts if they let their guests go hungry but Tara has promised Willow that she can slurp from the gravy bowl between her legs later on when they enjoy a private breast and thigh meal in their bedroom.

“Only to tell him or her how wonderful their Mommy is,” she replied before licking the gravy from her finger, “Mmhhh...and how amazing her gravy is.”

OOOO, vixeny goodness as Willow has started early by running a tapered finger into Tara's gravy boat and salaciously sucking the sweet tangy juice from her finger saltily

“Tara makes the best food...”

Her organic gravy is a delicacy devoutly to be wished upon.

they’d managed to get distracted by each other as they kissed softly in the armchair.

Their house, their rules and it would be crass to stay and watch tv or pretend not to be watching soft-core porn; pay-per-view porn without the pay part although they'd pay later if Willow and Tara found out why they'd stuck around.

[Finey_McFine]

The Incredibly True Adventures of Dark Hormonal Willow have begun!

“Anya, really not a good time...”

“No, let her speak,” Willow spat out with a spiteful glare at Tara, “At least she tells me the truth.”

And how lucky isTara, she gets 9 months of Mrs. Sunshine, lol.

Lovely update, as always:) I liked that Anya groveled a little and they resolved their differences. I have a feeling that Anya's going to figure it out before they announce it...maybe.

Dinner sounded GREAT! It made me hungry for turkey and it's only going to get worse because Thanksgiving is right around the corner in my fic.

Glad Willow apologized to Tara and I'm sure we'll see much more of that in future chapters.

[Laragh]

BuffyFan4ever –

Like Willow, I was focused on Anya's "puffy" comment. I'm glad everything was sorted out.

Which, in fairness, is the comment most people would latch onto, it’s the most in-your-face part of what she said, but I’m glad they could sort it out too

Loved J.J. being a helicopter with Brian and Angel. My nephew is the same way. However, he's 10, so I have to explain that he's too heavy.

You should enlist some help and have a 4-person helicopter

Can't wait for next week.

The lapdance finally arrives

Thanks for commenting

Ariel –

Hi Laragh,

I really enjoyed the scene with Anya and the fresh insight about how her mind worked and the relationship between her and Willow. Really interesting, totally engaged me. And yeah, I see Anya learning and growing a bit - always a good thing.

Wow, glad I could interest and engage you I find Anya just...fascinatingly complex, I think she’s brushed off as comic relief too often so I wanted to show she isn’t just this brash, arrogant person,.

I related to the hormone/hurting between Willow and Tara. Yes, hormones happen and they made it up. Also like that they set some boundaries.

I mean, I’m totally of the opinion that if a woman is pregnant, their partner should be their personal monkey butler and provide unlimited foot rubs and go out on 2am calls for ice-cream, but it’s not fair if you let your hormones take over so much that you’re hurting them, no one should have to take that, regardless of the situation.

Also, a part of me wishes I had an extended family like that. I have a mother I love (dad passed) and a wife and son, but their collection of close friends and family is truly wonderful to share.

I love the idea of making your own family through any and all kinds of relationship, and they certainly have a wide net of family (I never would’ve introduced the original characters if I’d known I was gonna bring the Buffyverse characters in eventually, the sheer volume of people kinda got out of control )

Anyway, take care.

Ariel

Thank you You too, and thanks for your feedback

AstronSoul –

Dang missed dibs lol

You gotta be precise to the second to beat BuffyFan4ever

Wow Anya is getting more sensitive, that's very refreshing

Well I think being part of a family/being a mother was and is a huge learning curve for her.

the code word for the baby is so cute.

Glad you like

Just wondering how long they are going to keep it secret, since she's 'filling out' a bit more hehe

Lol, yes she is rounding out a little, but the with the illusion of some baggier clothes, they’ll be able to hide it a bit longer.

Great update!

Thanks for your comment!

leonhart17 –

Aww, glad that Anya came in to talk to Willow herself - I wasn't expecting that...

I really think Anya has had a lot of growth since it changed from being her and Xander, and occasionally being around Jesse, to being involved in this large dynamic of people and being a mother and everything.

Love their little family so much!

Woo!

Thanks for commenting

ToTheNetherRealm –

Oh, I feel so sorry for you. Get better soon?

Thank you Very appreciated.

I'm especially looking forward to the next one! Secretly hoping for some Willow-and-Tara-alone-in-their-bedroom goodness.

Secretly hope and you shall receive

Thanks for your comment!

wayland –

Lovely update Laragh.

Thank you

I like a little drama between Tara and Willow and you write it well.

Lol, well I’m glad you think so, but you know me, there’s only ever the odd spattering of drama and it’s always resolved quickly.

And I love your interpretation of Anya.

I’m glad you do. Anya’s my favorite character after W/T so I like to try and do her justice.

Thanks for your feedback

zampsa19752001 –

I'm really glad that Willow & Anya sorted out their differences without too much drama...

Me too

I love their nickname for the little munchkin...

Can't wait for their private celebrations...

Hope you enjoy!

Thanks for commenting!

MmmTaraSoSmexy13 –

I love how Anya went and apologized to Willow, which was unexpected. I t was nice to have more background on Anya and the relationship between them both.

I think it’s an interesting dynamic to write when it’s not Willow thinking she isn’t good enough for her best friend/Anya having an irrational fear Willow will steal him, since both of those points are moot in this verse.

I also love the interaction between Willow and Tara and how they resolve their problems.

They’ve been together a long time so they really do know each other well enough to deal with issues that arise quickly (also, I can’t handle any angst )

Amazing writing. Keep it up. Can't wait for next week.

Wow, thank you Hope you enjoy this update too

Thanks for your comment!

PS I love your icon

taralicious –

And even if she was fat, which she isn't, Willow would still be all kinds of sexy as a plump pregnant flame-haired vixen.

No arguments here!

I've always known that Willow had breasts and now that they are engorged lactating spigots, they are a good place to take a nap upon.

Extra-bouncy for all your napping needs

The one Katy Perry song that I know because I've seen concert footage of Selena Gomez strutting and bouncing around on stage doing a cover of "Hot and Cold."

You caught me, hardcore Katy Perry fan here

Authoritarian Tara is really hot and it would be worth it to be punished by her tongue lashing for disobeying her.

A tongue-lashing gladly received!

My mouth gets wet and I get a cramp in my pants whenever I watch Tara; blame Spike, it was his lame excuse for snogging Buffy and Tara called him on it.

It’s a thing!

No, they wouldn't be good hosts if they let their guests go hungry but Tara has promised Willow that she can slurp from the gravy bowl between her legs later on when they enjoy a private breast and thigh meal in their bedroom ... OOOO, vixeny goodness as Willow has started early by running a tapered finger into Tara's gravy boat and salaciously sucking the sweet tangy juice from her finger saltily ... Her organic gravy is a delicacy devoutly to be wished upon.

Heh. Wow. You made Christmas dinner dirty That takes skill!

Their house, their rules and it would be crass to stay and watch tv or pretend not to be watching soft-core porn; pay-per-view porn without the pay part although they'd pay later if Willow and Tara found out why they'd stuck around.

Who wouldn’t wanna watch that show?

Thanks for commenting

Finey_McFine –

The Incredibly True Adventures of Dark Hormonal Willow have begun!

And how lucky isTara, she gets 9 months of Mrs. Sunshine, lol.

1 month down, 8 to go!

Lovely update, as always:) I liked that Anya groveled a little and they resolved their differences. I have a feeling that Anya's going to figure it out before they announce it...maybe.

You know I really have no plans for anyone to figure it out before time but everyone here is guessing that, I feel like it’ll be disappointing if I don’t But I’ll see. I have it in my head how I want them to tell everyone and it doesn’t involve any deductions

Dinner sounded GREAT! It made me hungry for turkey and it's only going to get worse because Thanksgiving is right around the corner in my fic.

Yay!

Glad Willow apologized to Tara and I'm sure we'll see much more of that in future chapters.

Oh I don’t doubt. Hormonal Willow is fun to write I’ll try not go overboard.

Thanks for your feedback

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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 24

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Previously:

“We need to get our son to bed.”


“Yes,” Willow agreed with a definitive nod of her head, “We need to get our son to bed.”


Tara looked back at Willow and gave her a sultry half-smile.


“And then...I need to get you into bed.”

---

Willow felt a shiver on anticipation go through her spine and started to push herself off of the blonde.


“I’ll get him.”


“Wait,” Tara replied, pulling her back, “No heavy lifting. There’s no point waking him. I’ll carry him upstairs.”


“Okay,” Willow agreed with an eager nod.


Tara was the one to push off this time as she walked into the living room and carefully gathered her sleeping son in her arms, bringing him out to the foyer. Willow clicked off the lights downstairs before following Tara up the stairs and into JJ’s room, pulling back the blankets for her to place him down on.


“Jammies?” she whispered.


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


Tara went about doing just that and carefully rid him of his pants before covering him up with the blanket and leaning down to kiss his forehead. Willow copied the action and flicked on her son’s nightlight before taking Tara’s hand and leading her from the room; their lips crushing together with the magnetic attraction they had on each other by the time they were in hallway.


They rounded into their bedroom and Tara closed the door behind them, but pulled away from the kiss when she felt Willow begin to pull at the end of her blouse, looking at her lasciviously.


“You asked for something earlier...?”


“I didn’t technically ask...” Willow replied and saw the blonde quirk an eyebrow so quickly added, “But I’m asking now. Can I have a lapdance? Please?”



“Of course,” Tara replied as she licked her sumptuous lips and pushed Willow towards the bed, “Sit down.”


Willow rushed over to the bed and perched on the end of it, placing her shaking-with-anticipation hands flat on her outer thighs to keep them steady and exhaled a shuddering breath as she watched her wife begin to sensually sway to the beat she was setting with her own hips.


Willow’s eyes darted all over the blonde’s body; watching Tara’s shapely legs strain against the tight material of her pants and her generous cleavage popping out from the top of her blouse. He gaze was drawn to her lover’s thin, long fingers as they began to undo the buttons to reveal even more creamy-white cleavage and the smooth expanse of the taller girl’s stomach before the shirt was shrugged completely off.


The redhead’s mind got lost in fantasy; imagining Tara’s fingers working the magic only they could inside her as she devoured the blonde’s full, luscious breasts. Her mouth hung open as erotic images danced around her brain until the sound of metal teeth sliding against metal teeth as Tara pulled the slider down on the zipper of her pants snapped her attention back to the show she was being given.


She felt a steady stream of arousal begin to seep into her core as Tara pushed the sides of her black pants over her perfectly-rounded hips and down her legs, slowly revealing her toned thighs and curvaceous calves until the blonde was left in just a matching red and black, lace bra and panty set.


“Mmhhh...” Willow moaned in response to the sight, bringing a hand between her legs and trying to get the seam of her pants to put some friction on her aching clit, “You’re so sexy...”


Tara raised her eyebrows momentarily at her wife before striding over to bed, quickly but still with the sensual sway she’d started before. She climbed onto Willow’s lap, a knee either side of the redhead and lifted her hand away.


“You know the rules.”


Willow instantly felt the lack of even the small amount of contact on her throbbing nub and had to resist the urge to squeeze her legs together, knowing Tara would feel her do it. She brought her hands up to the blonde’s chest, stopping just short of them making contact with the round globes that seemed to be calling to her to be touched, and looked up at her wife.


“Can I please touch you?”


Tara just smirked and leant her head down so their lips were only a hairsbreadth apart but not quite touching.


“You. Know. The. Rules.”


Willow whimpered and dropped her hands to the mattress, knowing the rules all too well from the many dances she’d received over the years since that first pole dance on her 25th birthday. No touching herself or Tara until she was told she could. Tara, on the other hand, could touch all she wanted.


She loved the rule, really; the build-up made the pay-off all the more delicious, but...


God, it’s torture.


“I can always stop...” Tara’s teasing tone came a moment later and Willow quickly shook her head frantically.


“No, no, no. No. Don’t, please. I won’t touch. I won't.”


Tara moved her hand to rest on her wife’s shoulders and ever-so-gently bucked her hips towards the redhead while thrusting her chest forwards at the same time.


“Good girl.”


Willow made sure her hands stayed by her sides but let her eyes devour the blonde’s heaving cleavage as Tara’s hips started circling towards her, making her whole body gyrate rhythmically.


Tara pushed her breasts towards Willow’s lusty gaze and discreetly slipped one hand behind herself, snapping the worn hooks of her bra open and letting the material fall from her body, swatting it to the floor.


Willow moaned as she watched her wife’s nipples begin to pucker just slightly and longed to wrap her lips around the tightening buds but kept strong as Tara’s gyrations made the her breasts sandwich Willow’s face in a brief but heavenly moment of contact.


“Baby...” she breathed as her fingernails dug into the sheet beneath her.


Tara could see Willow’s face turning a brighter shade of red with each passing second as she tried to contain the pulsing desire raging inside of her and after a few more moments of feather-light hand caresses against the smaller girl’s collarbone and arching her body so it made just the minimal, teasing contact, she finally reached forwards to tip the redhead’s decidedly-downward facing chin upwards and pressed their lips together.


Willow jolted at the contact as a spark went through her body and mind. Kissing gave her the go-ahead. Kissing was her permission. Kissing meant she could touch.


Her hands flew to cross around Tara’s back, pulling the blonde as close to her as possible as she flipped them so the taller girl was on her back and pushed her tongue forwards into a wanting mouth.


Tara moaned loudly into the kiss and lifted her hips to assist the eager hands that were trying to rid her of her panties. She kicked them off completely when she felt them pushed down past her knees and reached down to the hem of the redhead’s shirt to begin to try and rectify the clothing imbalance happening at that moment.


She didn’t get a chance to do her intended job of ripping the offending article from her wife’s body though as the smaller girl suddenly pulled away from the kiss, a mischievous glint in her eye.


“Want one?”


Tara, hazy from lust, interpreted the question along the same lines of the images flashing in her mind, the most predominant one being her wife’s skilled fingers. She puffed out a breath and spread her legs beneath the redhead provocatively with a smirk.


“Use as many as you like.”


“I’ll, uh, keep that in mind,” Willow replied, a huge grin spreading across her face, “But I was asking if you wanted a dance.”


Tara blushed a scarlet red at her misunderstanding but found her mind wasn’t dwelling on her embarrassment but instead on the offer presented to you. She quirked a smile at the redhead.


“Really?”


“If you want,” Willow replied, somewhat shyly, “I mean, you’ve been giving me dances for 5 years and I’ve never returned the favour. I know I didn’t take any classes, but I think I’ve been on the receiving end enough to...try it out.”


Tara bit the side of her lip as she contained a grin.


“I’d like that.”


Willow dropped her gaze to her wife’s lips and leant down to run her tongue along the plump, bottom protrusion before whispering into the blonde’s mouth.


“Sit up.”


She pushed herself off the bed and stood before her naked wife, watching as Tara savoured the contact by licking her own lip before finally focusing her senses and sitting up so she was in the same position that Willow had been in just a few minutes previous, though with far less clothing.


Willow decided to rectify their disparity in attire as a starting point and brought her hands to the end of her shirt, before hesitating, suddenly nervous. Tara noticed straight away.


“Sweetie, if you’re not comfortable...”


“No, no. Not like it’s the first time I’ve stripped for ya,” Willow replied, grinning nervously, “I just, ah...have a very big act to follow.”


Tara gave a small laugh.


“Are you calling me fat?” she accused playfully before adopting a reassuring tone, “Willow, you could stand as still as a statue and I’d think it was the sexiest sight in the world. And the moves I use on you aren’t ones I learned in a class. I just listen to your body. And you’re an expert at listening to mine.”


Willow gave a self-assured sway of her hips.


“I’m like a Tara-whisperer.”


Tara smiled widely.


“Yes you are. The only one in the world.”


Willow felt her confidence restored and shot a salacious grin in her wife’s direction before spinning around so her back was to the blonde as she brought her hand to the button on her pants, popping it open.


She slowly shimmied out of the fabric, wiggling her ass for full effect and heard an appreciative moan for her efforts.


“Shake your booty,” Tara encouraged in a teasing tone.


Willow giggled and stepped out of her pants, ‘shaking her booty’, as instructed, with a hand on either hip to emphasis her movements. Once free of the fabric she reached behind herself and under her sweater, undoing the clasp of her bra before turning back around to face the blonde.


She saw Tara looking at her curiously as she proceeded to shake her bra straps loose before pulling the garment down one sleeve and letting it drop to the floor. Tara raised an eyebrow.


“Now that’s just not fair.”


“Not fair, huh?” Willow asked with a devilish grin, toying with the end of her shirt, “Would you like me to take this off too?”


Tara nodded coyly.


Willow slowly lifted the sides of her sweater so her stomach came into view and watched as Tara’s eyes bore into her mid-section, her gaze following Willow’s hands as she little-by-little revealed more of her skin until finally her pert breasts bobbed as they were released from their last confinement and the redhead whipped her sweater over her head completely.


Tara watched with increasing arousal as Willow snaked a hand down between her breasts and across her stomach before slipping into the front of her panties, her eyes widening when she saw the redhead start a hidden movement behind the fabric. She heard her wife give a throaty moan and felt her thighs instinctively clench together.


“Willow...”


Willow could hear the unadulterated lust in the blonde’s voice and grinned that she’d had the desired effect. She lifted her fingers from her panties and pushed the fabric down her legs, reaching down to step out of them and then tossing them over her shoulder before sauntering over to her wife and standing between her legs, pressing their chests together.


Tara’s hands instantly reached behind her wife to cup her butt cheeks.


“Hey, hey!” Willow said, picking Tara’s hands up and pushing them away before adopting a mocking tone of the one the blonde had used earlier, “You know the rules.”


Tara all at once realised just how difficult the ‘rule’ was to follow as her body ached to touch and explore. She wondered how Willow had managed to obey so successfully over the numerous dances and decided to try and play her wife a little to get what she wanted.


“Come on, Willow,” she replied in a low, sensuous tone, taking the redhead’s hand that had been in her panties and bringing it up to her mouth, running her tongue along the slightly-glistening fingers, “Let me touch you.”


Willow moaned silently as she watched the blonde suck the arousal she’d coated her fingers with before from her digits.


She almost gave in to her wife’s request but managed to regain enough composure and pulled her hand back, slapping it lightly against Tara’s thigh as she jumped up and wrapped her legs around her lover’s waist and leant her mouth down to the taller girl’s ear.


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


Tara felt a shiver go down her spine and revelled in how confident and assertive Willow was being, a far cry from the last time they’d been in the bedroom and the redhead had been bawling her eyes out thinking she didn’t look attractive.


“Okay,” she whispered back, reigning in her own desires to let her wife take control, “I’m yours.”


Willow felt Tara lean back slightly, her arms outstretched behind her and palms flat on the bed. She moved her hands to the blonde’s shoulders and ran them up and down her arms as she tried to get her body to start a rhythm.


Her hips were the first to comply with her brain’s request as they circled themselves towards Tara’s stomach and she started to rub her ankles against the small of her wife’s back. She brought her hands back to Tara’s shoulders and squeezed tightly as she thrust her chest upwards, copying her lover’s actions from earlier.


Tara decided she very much liked being on the receiving end of her wife’s gyrating body as her senses were overloaded with Willow, Willow and more Willow.


She let herself be captivated by the sensual way the redhead’s body was moving; it may have been the first time Willow was explicitly giving her a lap dance but one of the many things she was an expert in was moving against Tara and it was definitely something she had never needed training in.


“Do you want me?” Willow asked, teasing the blonde’s collarbone with her fingertips.


Tara could only nod as her wife’s gyrations left a wet trail on her stomach but that wasn’t enough for Willow.


“Say it.”


Tara locked gazes with the redhead.


“I want you,” she breathed.


Willow stopped her movements and dropped her head so their faces were only millimetres apart, teasing Tara’s lips with her heavy breath for a few moments before pressing their lips together heatedly.


She pushed the blonde back with her body so they fell onto the mattress together, locked at the mouth as one of Tara’s hands moved to entwine in her wife’s hair while the other roamed down the redhead’s back.


After several hot ‘n’ heavy minutes of sensual kissing, Willow pulled away with a shy smile and placed a hand on her lover’s chest, between and just above her breasts.


“Did I do good?”


“You did amazing,” Tara replied as she felt her whole body humming with want, “If we’re ever short of cash again I know what you can do as a second job.”


“Nuh uh,” Willow grinned, shaking her head and placing a sweet, gentle kiss on her wife’s lips, “Just for you.”


“Just for me?” Tara asked with a matching grin and the smaller girl nodded.


“Just for you,” Willow confirmed as she let out a soft giggle before waggling her eyebrows, “Want something else that’s just for you?”


Tara reached down between their bodies.


“I want...two things...” she said, letting two fingers glide into her wife’s wetness and along her lips, “That are just for me.”


“Well I can guess one,” Willow replied with a moan as her lower half rocked against the sliding digits, “What’s the oth–”


The redhead cut herself off as she realised the taller girl’s gaze was directed right at her mouth and realised what the blonde was asking for.


“Ah. So...something...just for us?”


Tara lifted her hand up to her mouth, tasting her wife again with a moan.


“More, please.”


Willow leant forwards and captured her lover’s lips passionately, greedily sucking on her bottom lip for quite a few long moments before pulling away for a quick breath.


“Love you, love you, love you,” she said between short kisses.


“I love you too,” Tara replied sweetly before smirking, “As much as I adore staring at your beautiful, beautiful face, I need another part of you up here right now.”


Willow pressed their lips together for a final few seconds before sitting back on her heels and turning around. Tara bent her knees and spread her legs as they adjusted themselves into the familiar position and Willow let the blonde guide her hips to where they needed to be.


When both women were comfortably presented with the other’s wet, pink flesh, their tongues began exploring the familiar landscape with reverberating moans and muffled gasps, seconds and minutes lost to feeling and sensation as heat built up in each of their bodies and start to spill out in shudders.


Willow felt the waves inside her abdomen begin to ripple with more and more intensity until the feeling of her body and mind being lifted from within herself with overwhelming pleasure replacing all her senses made her throw her head back and cry out in a hushed tone.


“Tara, yes!”


She felt herself bucking into Tara’s face as she rode out her release, too consumed too notice her wife’s squirming hips. When the last aftershock ran through her, she took some slow, steady breaths and licked her lips, the fresh taste of the blonde’s arousal reminding her of the task still at hand.


She lifted herself off of Tara, to much protest.


“No, no, Willow, just a little longe–”


“Don’t worry, baby, I got ya,” Willow cut her off with a grin as she moved to lie on her stomach between the taller girl’s legs, looking up to meet Tara's gaze and giving her a wink, “I am here to please."


She let her tongue sink into the heated flesh again and watched as Tara's eyes rolled back into her head before head dropped back onto the pillow. Willow wasted no time in resuming the action she'd been doing before she'd changed position and wrapped her lips around her wife’s clit, sucking with gusto. She could hear the blonde’s now audible moaning float down to her ears and it didn't take long before a hand entwined in her hair, keeping her firmly in place.


Tara threw one leg over the smaller girl’s shoulder in an attempt to pull her in as deeply as possibly, her heel gliding along the bumps of Willow's spine as her hips thrust themselves into Willow's mouth, taking every ounce of pleasure she was being offered until her back arched as a continuous jolt of ecstasy shot through her loins and around her body, making the swell of hot tension break inside her broke with a long shudder.


“Ah...ah...ah! Yes!”


Willow eagerly lapped at her wife’s overflow, sucking and licking every last drop that Tara produced until she was satisfied that she’d collected it all and languidly kissed her way up the blonde’s body.


Tara fluttered her eyes open as she felt a nose nuzzling against her own and smiled dreamily upwards.


“That was...”


Willow moved a hand up to wipe some of the blonde’s sweaty hair from her brow before placing a soft kiss against her lips.


“Another wonderful Christmas.”

[ToTheNetherRealm]

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

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

[BuffyFan4ever]

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

WOW!!! Great way to wake up.

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

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

[brave-little-toaster]

This was great... lovin' it!

[AstronSoul]

Yay for update!!!

I loved it, and um ~coughs~ I think I need a shower.
Sexy dances are oh so much fun with your partner.
Good thing they were quiet though, would not want to know what would happen if their son walked in lol.

Great Job!

[zampsa19752001]

Yay for wow-worthy update-y goodness... That is one yummy way to celebrate Christmas...