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TITLE: Hacker 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: AU, set in contemporary setting. A lot of W/T fluff and some semblance of a storyline.
SPOILERS: AU fic, so at most minor references or pieces of dialogue
FEEDBACK: Yes please
Chapter 98********
Tara stirred the jug of lemonade she had just made, pouring a small amount into a glass and tasting it, smiling when she found it was just the right mixture of sweet and tart.
Taking another glass from the cupboard, she poured the clear, yellow liquid into it and gave it another stir before walking towards the front door.
She had just come in from some weekend-morning gardening ten minutes prior, when she’d heard Willow shout out from the foyer that she was going to wash the car and had decided to make her some lemonade, since the hot mid-May sun was shining down quite strongly that day.
The front door was already ajar when she got to it, so she just opened it the rest of the way with her foot and walked outside, stopping dead in her tracks at what she saw.
Willow was leaning over the bonnet of the car, a sudsy sponge in her hand as she washed it down, wearing tiny Daisy Duke jean shorts and a yellow tank top with thin spaghetti straps, singing quietly along to Katy Perry’s
’California Girls’, which was blaring out from the car radio.
“California girls, we're undeniable. Fine, fresh, fierce, we got it on lock. West coast represent, now put your hands up. Oooooh oh oooooh.”
Willow started humming along to the tune as she moved the sponge across the car, bending down to wet it in the bucket she had filled with soapy warm water and hearing a gasp when she did so.
She turned her head to the side and smiled when she saw Tara there, holding the lemonade.
“Hey, baby. That for me?”
Tara could only nod mutely as she held the glass out for her wife to take. Her eyes widened as she watched Willow take the glass, the scene seeming like it was playing out in slow motion in front of her eyes as the redhead tilted her head back and downed the liquid all in one go.
She could see a bead of sweat fall down the smaller girl’s face and neck, Willow’s larynx protruding for a moment as she swallowed the lemonade and saw the tiny droplet continue its descent until it fell under the bust line of her wife’s tank top, between her breasts.
“Thanks, honey, that was delicious,” Willow said, going to hand the glass back and frowning slightly when Tara just continued to stare at her, “Okay. I can, uh, leave it here.”
Willow put the glass down on the ground, near the front door and looked at Tara strangely for a moment, wondering why her wife had essentially turned into a statue before shrugging to herself and going back to the car, moving the bucket over to the side as she began washing the driver’s side door.
She bent down once again to wet the sponge and this was the last straw for the blonde, who scurried over and grabbed Willow’s hips from behind, pinning her straightened-form to the car.
“Um, baby?” Willow asked, confused as to what her wife was doing.
Tara let out a low moan as she felt the redhead's body so firmly pressed against hers and lowered her mouth to the smaller girl's ear.
“Willow, if I don’t get inside the house and inside your body in the next minute, I swear the whole neighbourhood is gonna get a show they’ll never forget.”
Willow gulped as she realised her wife’s intentions, quickly reaching into the opened window of the car and turning the engine off, taking the keys in her hands and spinning in Tara’s arms, nodding.
“Okay, yea. I can finish this later. Inside.”
They both ran into the house, Willow getting in first and she dropped her keys on the floor, not caring where they landed before going towards the stairs. Tara was quick to pull her back, bending her over the small table in the foyer as she kicked the front door closed.
“Need you now,” Tara said throatily, reaching around to snap open the button on the redhead’s shorts and pulling those and her panties down her legs before thrusting two fingers inside her from behind without preamble, “Oh yes. You feel so good.”
Willow gasped at the sudden but wonderful intrusion and gripped onto each side of the table, hanging her head down and shutting her eyes tight.
“Fuck...fuck...”
Tara grunted and put her spare hand on Willow’s shoulder as she moved her hips behind the redhead’s to give more power to her thrusts, closing her eyes as well as she savoured the feeling of Willow around her.
“Faster, Tara...”
Tara started pumping her fingers faster in and out of her lover and felt a clenching begin around them almost immediately. She groaned and slipped a third finger into her wife, stretching them as deep as she could and hearing a prolonged moan when they hit against the soft, spongy spot inside.
“Ohhh, Tarraa...I’m coming, baby...I’m coming...so hard...oh fuck! Yes, baby, yes... Tara!”
Willow clenched her jaw tightly as she felt her orgasm tumble through her for several long moments. She exhaled slowly minute later, loosening her grip on the table slightly.
“Hot damn...remind me to wash the car more often.”
She took another few deep breaths as she felt Tara slowly remove her fingers, then straightened herself up and turned around, stumbling slightly as she did so.
“Hey, come here,” Tara said, grabbing onto the redhead before she fell, concern etching on her features, “I’m sorry, was I too rough?”
“Uh uh,” Willow shook her head, grinning, “You just make my legs feel like jelly. That was so hot. What came over you?”
“You did,” Tara grinned back, “Wearing those skimpy little shorts and bending over and drinking in slow motion.”
Willow quirked an eyebrow at the last one and Tara just blushed, shrugging her shoulders.
“Well you were in my head.”
“Ah,” Willow nodded, smiling bashfully before looking down at the clothes that were pooled around her ankles. She stepped out of her shoes and her shorts and panties before whipping her tank top over her head and looking over at the stairs, then at Tara, “You better be naked by the time I get you into the bedroom.”
Tara’s eyes lit up and she quickly started divesting herself of all her clothing as Willow slowly but with purpose walked them up the stairs and towards their bedroom.
The blonde was distracted by the nude form of her lover in front of her but managed to pull her panties – the last remaining article of clothing on her body – down her legs, kicking them away as Willow pushed her onto the bed and straddled her.
“Hey gorgeous,” Willow said as she ran her hands up and down the blonde’s sides and fixed her gaze firmly on her breasts.
“My face is up here,” Tara replied with a small smirk.
Willow slowly looked up into her wife’s eyes and smiled, moving to settle her body fully atop the taller girl’s.
“And your face is beautiful,” she said sweetly before covering her wife’s lips with her own.
Willow felt Tara smile into the kiss as she began gently moving her body up and down so their skin was completely in contact with each other. As their movements got faster and the kiss got more heated, the redhead’s mind began casting back to a dream she’d had a few nights ago, but had been forgotten since when she woke up she’d discovered they’d overlooked setting the alarm clock the night before and were dangerously close to being late for work.
It wasn't the most outlandish dream she'd ever had, or that they'd ever even done, but as she remembered it she decided it was something she just had to try. She pulled back from the kiss and glanced down her wife’s body for a second.
I wonder...“Hey, Tare? You, ah...you got anything you need to do today?”
“Uh uh. I’m all yours,” Tara said with a salacious grin, her hands moving down to cup the smaller girl’s ass, “Why? What’re you gonna do with me?”
Willow bit her lip, tapping her fingers against the blonde’s shoulder.
“I had a dream the other night...”
“A sex dream?” Tara asked, grinning wildly and bucking her hips into Willow’s, “Naughty girl. What were we doing? I, uh...I was there?”
“God, yes,” Willow nodded, closing her eyes a moment at the memory, “You were the main attraction.”
Tara let her hand stoke its way down the redhead's back and to her butt, taking greedy squeezes.
“Well, tell me more. Maybe I can make your dream come true...”
Willow blushed despite herself,
“I, um...well I was going down on you.”
Tara raised her eyebrows with a smile, almost laughing. By the way Willow was acting, she’d been expecting something super kinky to come out of her mouth, but she wasn’t about to protest letting that act happen either.
“Well I’m definitely up for that.”
Willow ran her tongue along her teeth in thought for a moment before speaking again.
“I wasn't just...See, I kinda had a little competition with myself. I, uh, wanted to see just how long I could last. Or you could last. And I woke up when we were still...you know, in the middle of things. So technically, I kinda have an open book to work with here. But if my dream-self is at all like my real-self, well...let’s just say it’s good you don’t have any plans for the day.”
Tara’s eyes widened slightly and her lips parted as she took in the redhead’s words.
“So, in theory...you, um...you could be
down there for...hours?”
“Uh huh,” Willow nodded, her gaze dropping to the blonde’s parted lips, “But I don’t think it’s gonna be just a theory.”
Tara gulped and nodded vigorously.
“Uh huh. Yea. We should definitely...yes.”
“Yea?” Willow asked, her face lighting up, “I can?”
“Are you kidding me?” Tara asked breathlessly, her knees bending underneath the redhead’s body, “God yes.”
Willow swooped her head down and kissed the blonde, passionately and ardently before pulling back and grinning.
“Let me know if it’s getting too much, yea?” Willow bit her lip in excitement as Tara nodded her agreement and went to move down the taller girl’s body before popping her head up again, “And, um, Tara? I plan on going
really slow so you can hold on nice and long.”
“I like slow,” Tara gulped again, “Slow is good.”
Willow let out a shaky breath of anticipation.
“Good.”
Willow grinned again before quickly glancing at the clock on the nightstand, then slowly slinking down Tara’s body, placing kisses along her collarbone, over her breasts, on each nipple then down the smooth expanse of her stomach before settling between her thighs, kissing inwards slowly.
“You comfy?” she asked, glancing upwards at Tara.
“Uh huh,” Tara nodded, her body humming in anticipation, “Are you?”
Willow shifted her shoulders and licked her lips at the sight of the blonde's wet core in front of her.
“Most definitely.”
Tara settled her head comfortably against the pillows and splayed her hands out over her stomach as she felt Willow use one hand to open her up. The redhead gazed at her wife’s most intimate place for a moment, not for the first time thinking how lucky she was to have this beautiful blonde goddess as her soulmate.
“Love you, Tare-bear,” she said adoringly before placing a hand on either of her lover’s thighs and lowering her head.
“Love...you...too,” Tara gasped as she felt the redhead’s tongue glide into her.
She moaned as Willow leisurely explored her, starting to grind her hips upwards into her wife’s face as the gentle exploration made her crave deeper contact but Willow quickly put a stop to that by grabbing hold of the blonde’s hips and looking up.
“I said slow, Tara.”
Tara closed her eyes and took a deep breath, nodding to herself.
“Right. Slow. Promise.”
“Good girl,” Willow grinned, before dropping her head again.
She ran her tongue along Tara’s inner lips and teasingly lapped at her entrance for several minutes before letting it flick over the blonde’s clit, just once. She heard a gasp and felt a small bucking into her face, smiling as she felt her wife purposely control her hips, then moved her tongue back down to her entrance and flattened it, pushing in an inch.
“Mmhh...Willow...”
Tara felt the barest tip of the redhead’s tongue enter her and moaned loudly, letting out a small whimper when it disappeared, only to be replaced a moment later, just a little deeper inside her.
She sighed as she realised what her wife was doing and let the smaller girl continue her delicious and torturous build-up, her tongue entering her deeper in each slow thrust until the probing muscle was fully inside her and the redhead suddenly curled it upwards to where she knew her lover’s sweet spot was exactly.
“Ohhh...yes....”
Willow dragged the tip of her tongue over and along the spot that was making Tara moan so loudly until she felt the blonde’s body begin to shake and heard her name being whispered in a hitched breath.
She rode out her wife’s orgasm for just a second before removing her tongue and wrapping her lips around the taller girl’s pleasure nub, sucking hard which made Tara arch off the bed and cry out loudly.
“God, Willow, yes!”
Willow released her lover’s clit straight away as the blonde came again and resumed her soft exploration, occasionally dipping inside her wife or focusing on her clit for a short period of time as she guided her through a third, fourth and fifth orgasm, after which Tara’s legs gave out, dropping to the bed either side of the redhead. Willow felt her wife’s body become completely spent, but Tara was still reacting audibly to her touch, her moans and groans filling the room, encouraging her to continue.
Tara couldn’t believe the sheer amount of ecstasy coursing through her. Every moment, every second was filled with pure pleasure as Willow’s mouth touched her in the just the right way, the soft and gentle feel of her tongue soothing her sensitive and heated flesh even as it provided such intense pleasure.
She’d lost count of how many times she’d actually orgasmed; it just felt like one perpetual high to her and even as her limbs ceased functioning as her entire blood supply went solely to her core, the pleasure continued to radiate throughout her being as only one thing went through her mind.
“Willow...”
Willow began gently licking over her lover’s clit, the sensitive peak making Tara come in just a few strokes, after which Willow felt her hood start to cover the throbbing bud. Listening to her wife’s body and realising the blonde had had enough attention on that particular area; she lowered her tongue again and focused her efforts internally.
She moaned as she felt her lover’s inner muscles begin to ripple around her and gasped when a sudden rush of pleasure shot straight through her.
Her fingernails dug into the flesh of Tara’s hips as she felt the release of tension she had barely felt building, but apparently had been and quite intensely as she felt her whole body stiffen.
She took a deep breath, amazed at what she had just experienced until a frustrated moan could be heard from above and she quickly dived back into her task, enjoying it more than she had before – and she hadn’t thought that was possible – for quite a long amount of time until Tara’s hand batted weakly at her head.
“Will...I can’t...no more...”
Willow gave a final, long lick and placed a last, loving kiss on Tara’s twitching clit before moving up the blonde’s body, kissing her lightly on the lips, though Tara was too exhausted to respond, then flopping down on the bed beside her, resting her arms under her head and grinning smugly, taking a quick glance at the clock again.
“Whoa, 3 hours 27 minutes! Heh, now I have a personal best to beat. Although, I dunno whether I can call that my personal best, since I coulda kept going. Like, I totally could have lasted twice that time. I could go down on you forever. That was so much fun. Did you like it, baby? I’m pretty sure you did, you were moaning a lot. Oh and then, right after you came the fourth time, you were like chanting my name over and over again. That was awesome, like I had my own personal cheerleader. Mmhh, I think I’m gonna be tasting you for days, you’re just gonna like linger on my tongue. That doesn’t mean I still can’t take a dip in the fountain again, if you know what I mean. You should know what I mean considering I just spent 3 hours and 27 minutes doing just that. Maybe next time I can beat the four hour mark. I could go slower, drag it out more. I tried to do that this time but you just taste and feel so good, I couldn’t help myself sometimes. Oh god, especially that sixth time, you just came all over me, like
all over me, it was so hot. Hey, are you okay?”
Willow finally snapped herself out of her glee-induced babble and looked at Tara, who was staring at the ceiling, rigid, her mouth in a permanent ‘o’ shape.
“Baby?” she asked, turning on her side and placing a hand on Tara’s stomach.
The action seemed to bring Tara out of her daze as she blinked a couple of times, then opened and closed her mouth, swallowing before she tried to speak, managing to shift her gaze to meet Willow’s.
“I think...you broke me.”
“Yea?” Willow asked with a grin, “You were incredible.”
“Me?” Tara shook her head weakly, “You did all the...you did all the work.”
“Work?” Willow scoffed, “I think not. And you, you...you let me feel so much of you and take so much of you. You. Were. Incredible.”
Willow punctuated each of her final words with a small kiss. Tara smiled at the kisses, and responded as best she could, considering she still felt like her entire body was melded to the bed.
“Will?” she asked sleepily after a moment, “How many times did I...?”
“You don’t remember?” Willow asked, smiling as she drew lazy circles on the blonde’s stomach.
Tara tried to shake her head but still couldn't find the energy so made herself speak.
“It just felt like very, very,
very prolonged pleasure. All kinda...meshes together.”
“Eight,” Willow answered, not able to hide the proud tone and grin on her face, “Or maybe nine. One of them went on for a loooong time, so I’m not sure if it was really two or just extra intense, but either way, I’m happy.”
Tara’s lids closed but both her eyebrows rose.
“I didn’t think that was possible.”
Willow settled back on the bed, her head on the pillows.
“Well I’m very glad I got to prove otherwise. I can't believe we never tested that before. I'm ashamed as a science nerd. Although I'm not really that ashamed, 'cause, I mean come on! 3 hours 27 minutes!”
Tara’s lips quirked into a smile, since she didn’t have the energy to laugh.
“Your jaw’s not sore?”
“Nah,” Willow replied, though she did feel quite a noticeable dull ache whenever she moved her mouth, “Maybe a little. Totally worth it though.”
“Mmhhmm,” Tara felt herself start to drift off but forced herself to open her eyes, “Mmhh, Will, you must need...I can’t move but, um...maybe...maybe I could...”
Willow watched as Tara tried to move her body and laughed quietly when she couldn’t.
“Shush, Tare, I’m fine,” she said, turning on her side again, resting her head on her palm and looking down adoringly at her wife, “Pleasing you satisfies me completely. And, um...I kinda had an orgasm while I was down there.”
Tara gave a small grin, her facial muscles the only ones willing to work yet.
“You were touching yourself?”
Willow bit her lip and shook her head.
“My hands were on you.”
Tara's grin got wider.
“So you orgasmed just from touching me? That only happens when you’re
really turned on.”
Willow blushed but grinned back.
“Yes, well I happen to enjoy making love to my wife,” she replied, sticking her tongue out, “And, well...you were giving yourself so much of me...and just over and over again. It was overwhelming to the say the least. In the best possible way.”
Tara’s grin turned into a loving smile.
“I’m gonna need you to come down here and give me a kiss.”
Willow moved her body so she was half-lying on top of the blonde and cupped her cheek as she leant in for a soft kiss. She felt the taller girl gently move her own lips and opened her eyes to see Tara starting to drift off again, her sense of pride swelling all over again.
Damn right I wore her out. She pulled away from what looked like her now-sleeping wife and giggled quietly at her own thought, lying back down on the bed and clasping her hands together, resting them on her stomach as she smirked smugly to herself.
Mouth, jaw, tongue. You did well today. Enjoy your well-deserved rest. Be on alert, though. As soon as Tara wakes up, we're going in again.
I wish I had a picture.
She has the right to be smug. Now it's Tara's turn. 
Can't wait till Tara wakes up!
I didn't think it could be possible, but that possibly the hottest chapter so far (and there were LOTS of them!!!) 
YAY!!!! As soon as Tara compared his eyes to Willow's, I knew she wouldn't be able to let him go.
