Sorry guys for the long wait. It’s graduation season, and I’ve had to make the rounds to all of them this week. I’m extremely proud to say that the real Rachel (the person that Rachel in the fic is based on) graduated Magna cum Laude from college this week with a degree in Biomedical Sciences. I’m so very proud of my girl.
Zampsa1975: Thanks for loving the update.
Hope you enjoy the date chapter.
Alex_Vixen: WAIT!!!! *chases you around KB* Sorry I’m not so good at the regular updating. . .But I hope you enjoy the date chapter.
Willowtarabuffyfaith: So glad you liked that. It was definitely my favorite to write. We all need a lesbian Holy Grail in life. . .I’m still waitin’ for mine.
Hope you like the big date chapter. . .
Cyteach: I’m almost positive I’m running all the other readers crazy with the pace I’ve set for this story teehee! But I’m glad that you like it, and I’ll try to keep it up. But I don’t know how much longer. . .even I’m getting a little antsy about it.
RowanLanfear: I’m happy that you’re liking the fic. I haven’t exactly decided what’s going to happen when the honeymoon is over, but you never know. . .could be somethin’ grand.
Codyteddyh: I’m stoked that you like the story so far. I hope I can keep you interested. . .Thanks again and I hope you enjoy the date chapter.
love_2003: Well, unfortunately, we all know Buffy, but I kept the skankiness to a minimun for you.
Hope you like it.
Taysla: Don’t cry! I’m sorry it took so long to update. It seems as if every time I plan some significant writing time, something always comes up. But I’m trying to do better, I promise.
Hope you like the date chapter. . .
rhh21: Thanks a lot for lovin’ the story.
I figured I would let Buffy and Faith get it on someplace where they wouldn’t be interrupted. . .It is their honeymoon, after all.
Hope you enjoy the next chapter.
Chapter 9bThe girls got back to their room around 7:30, Buffy with a little spring in her step, and Faith and Willow dragging their feet.
Willow plopped down on her bed. “I don’t think I’ve ever been this tired in my life. Buffy. . .remind me to
never go shopping with you again. Ever.”
Faith grunted in concurrence from her spot on the bed. “Here here.”
“You may be tired Willow, but you are going to look AMAZING tonight for your Cinderella.”
“That’s if my limbs are working by then. . .”
“Oh, piffle, Willow.”
Willow sat up on the bed. “Okay,
Giles.”
“I am not a man. . .nor am I British.”
“Thank God,” Faith’s muffled reply came from her pillow.
“Before you two start gangin’ up on me, why don’t you go ahead and get a shower, Will.”
Willow sighed and dragged her tired body to the bathroom. “Yes ma’am.”
Forty minutes later, a freshly showered Willow emerged from the bathroom. Buffy already had her outfit laying on her bed, ready for Willow to put it on.
“What are you gonna do with your hair, Will?”
“Don’t know, Buff. I figured I’d let you do it.”
Buffy jumped up, the excitement sparkling in her eyes. “Yay! I feel like my baby is going to prom. Except it’s Will, and she going on a date with Cinderella.”
Willow smiled. “Just do the hair, Buff. And then I’ll get dressed and you can check me out.”
“I don’t feel comfortable with Buffy checking you out unless I get to watch,” Faith said.
“Shut up,” both Willow and Buffy replied.
“Damn, I can feel the love in this room.”
“Alright, Will. Get dressed first, woman. It’s almost time for your date. What are you guys doing tonight anyway?”
Willow grabbed the clothes from her bed and headed to bathroom. “We’re going to Pleasure Island.”
“Sounds like my kinda place, Red,” Faith said with a laugh, “Where is it?”
“It’s in Downtown Disney.”
“Maybe we should check that out before we leave, babe, sounds like a good time.”
“Okay, Faith. We will. Will, you in?”
“Of course, but right now I need to get ready for my date.”
“Sorry, Will. . .Let’s get started on your hair.”
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Half an hour later, Willow finally looked at herself in the mirror and gave a low whistle. “Shpedoinkle.”
She looked down at her new black heels and nice dark denim jeans. “I actually have hips in these. . .”
Buffy chortled at the redhead’s comment. “You’ve always had hips, Will. It was the jumpers you wore that hid them.”
Her hair fell around her face in ringlets and for the first time in a long time, her make-up was flawless. “Buff, you ever thought about doin’ this for a living? I feel like I should pay you for your services.”
Buffy shook her head. “Nah. It’s a best friend makeover. Thank me by getting laid. Tara is gonna want to eat you alive when she sees you. But in a good way. I’m so glad they had that top in your size. It brings out your eyes.”
The jade blouse Willow wore was sleeveless, leaving her delicate arms out. The material was silk, sleek and soft to the touch. It fit her perfectly, every curve could be seen. The shirt came with a built-in bra, giving the redhead the cleavage she always wanted. Willow looked down. “Gosh, look at those.”
“You look good, Red.”
“You sure do. Shouldn’t you get outta here? Don’t ya have a date or somethin’?”
Willow gave Buffy a hug and a smile. “Thanks, Buffy. My feet may hate you right now, but I love you.”
“I love you, too, Willow. Now get out of here. . .Make me proud. Bring home the Princess.”
“Go get ‘em, tiger.” Faith said from her spot on the bed.
Willow threw them a smile and a wave and opened the door and crashed right into Tara.
“Tara?!”
“Um. . .Hi?”
“What in the frilly heck are you doing here? I mean, not that I’m not happy to see you, but what are you doing here? How did you get here? How did you know where my room was?!”
The blonde didn‘t answer any of Willow‘s questions. She gave Willow a slow once over, taking in the curls framing her delicate features, the beautiful green shirt accentuating her curves, and the jeans. . .
She looks yummy. . .Oh, this is going to be a fun night. “You. . . look amazing.”
Willow looked into Tara’s eyes, and watched the bright blue grow a shade darker. “Thanks, Tara.”
In all the confusion, Willow hadn’t even seen the blonde’s attire. And when she did, her mouth dropped open. The girl she had seen the day before in a sparkling ball gown was standing in front of her oozing sex appeal. Willow’s eyes bugged out of her head as she laid eyes on Tara’s chest, hugged tightly and pushed up by a black and pink corset. Her creamy white skin glowing beautifully in the night. Her jeans were practically painted on, all of her curves emphasized by the tight material. Sleek black pointed toe boots adorned her feet. Tara stood there, hand on her hips and a crooked, sexy grin on her face.
“Um, Willow. . .You’re drooling.”
Willow turned to the open room door to see Buffy and Faith grinning wildly at the two women.
Faith was the first to walk out of the room. She had a washcloth in hand. “Clean yourself up there, Red.” Faith turned to Tara. “What’s up, Princess?”
Tara shook Faith’s hand. “Hi.”
“I’m Faith, that is my wife Buffy and obviously you know Red already.”
Tara gave them a shy smile and a wave.
“Come on now, Princess. Dressed like that you don’t need to be shy.” Faith threw a playful wink at the girl, letting her know she was just kidding around.
“I-It’s nice to meet you guys.”
Buffy finally stepped out of the room and walked up to Tara. “Please forgive Faith; She hasn’t quite figured out how to be polite. We’ve been working real hard at it though, haven’t we, honey?”
Faith came up to Buffy and gave her a kiss on the cheek. “That’s why I love you, babe. You’re the biggest smart ass I know.”
Tara smiled at the exchange. She turned her attention to Willow who still had the towel in her hand and had her eyes on Tara. Tara smiled at the redhead and reached for her hand. “You ready, Willow? I have a cab waiting up front for us.”
Willow grinned and squeezed Tara’s hand. “Yes ma’am. I’m ready to shake my groove thing.” She turned to Faith and Buffy. “See you guys later.”
“Have fun, Will. Be careful! Look both ways before you cross the bar! Don’t talk to strangers, either.”
“Okay, Mom!” Willow said with a smirk.
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After a 15 minute ride, Willow and Tara finally stepped out of the cab in front of Pleasure Island. They got their ID’s checked and paid to get in, and finally got to the strip where all the bars and clubs were located.
“This place is pretty packed for a Thursday night. Is it always like this?”
“Usually not during the beginning of the week, but Thursdays and through the weekend, it gets really crowded.”
Willow looked around at all the lights and signs surrounding them. People of all ages were gathering on the strip, pouring out from every open door that Willow could see. “It’s like the Bronze, only way cooler.”
Tara reached for Willow’s hands as they began to walk down the strip. “What’s the Bronze?”
“It was the place to hang out in Sunnydale. Buffy, Xander, and I hung out there a lot. I guess you were too young to hang out there when you lived in Sunnydale.”
“Cool.” The girls kept walking past bars and clubs. One bar in particular caught their eye. “You want to check this one out, Willow?”
“I guess it would be the obvious choice,” Willow said with a laugh as she looked at the rainbow sticker on the entrance door.
They both walked through the door and entered the club. The dance floor was filled with people, dancing and gyrating to a techno version of a pop song. “Geez, this place is hoppin’. You want a drink, maybe a Blue Valium?” Willow asked with a smile.
Tara chuckled at the cute redhead. “Sounds like you’ve had a conversation with Rachel.”
“It was actually Beck. She’s a cool kid,” Willow said as they walked through the crowd toward the bar.
“Beck is wonderful. I know that when I’m away from home, Rachel is well taken care of. I’ve never met anyone so young and so devoted. It’s practically unheard of nowadays.”
“True. We talked for a while this morning at breakfast.”
They ordered their drinks and stood by the bar, watching people dance and walk around. Tara finally turned to Willow and took a sip of her drink before speaking. “Um, Willow, I kind of have a confession to make. . .”
Willow looked over to the blonde. “What is it? If you tell me you’re married, I might have to leave. . .”
Tara guffawed. “Married? No, silly girl. I was going to tell you that Beck was the one who told me where your room was. She said she followed you after breakfast and found out. She’s k-kinda sneaky like that,” the blonde said with a grin.
“I like her. I see why she and Rachel have been friends for so long. She’s really easy to talk to. I had a short but fun conversation with her this morning.”
“I love the way she treats Rachel. She’s always been good to my little sister. And I love Beck for that. I just wish Rachel could see it, too.”
Willow shrugged. “I’m sure Rachel does see it, just not in that way.”
“I guess. . .” Tara swirled the blue light-up straw in her cup. “You want another drink?”
“I’m not even done with this one, you alchie! Someone loves the Blue Valium,” Willow grinned at Tara as she grabbed her empty cup.
“I-It’s been awhile since I’ve been out. The last time I went was a few months ago with Cordelia.”
“Yeesh, that was probably a bad experience.”
“Not really. She’s not that bad of a person. Maybe you should give her the benefit of the doubt, Willow. People can change,” the blonde said.
“I should give her the benefit of the doubt. . .But I probably won’t. I’ve known her for too long.”
The girls made their way back to the bar and ordered another drink for Tara. Willow noticed a man standing at the end of the bar, openly and lasciviously staring at Tara. Willow glared at the man. “Willow, what’s the matter?”
“That guy over there is the matter. He’s undressing you with his nasty man-eyes. . .”
Tara looked behind her and saw the man smile and wink before turning toward the bar. “I think he’s ordering a drink now. Do you want to move some place else, Willow?”
“No, it’s okay. Next time he looks at you, I’ll just walk over and give him a good poking.”
Tara gave the redhead a confused look and a nervous laugh. “What?”
Willow looked at Tara innocently. “I’ll poke him. In the eye with my shiny straw.”
“Oh, I get it now.”
Willow took a sip of her drink and winced a little. “Boy, these are strong.”
“They make them that way so people will stay on the dance floor longer. Gotta dance away the drunkeness,” Tara said with a laugh.
“Well, I’m ready to shake my tail feather, lady. How about you?”
“I’m not ready yet. I need to finish this first. I don’t want to get it bumped and spilled all over me. This corset cost a small fortune. Lovely little sister made me wear it tonight.”
Willow’s mind went straight to naughtiness as she imagined Tara covered in yummy alcohol goodness, her mouth the only solution to the blonde’s tasty problem. She chanced a look down to Tara’s outfit, only getting as far as Tara‘s ample bosom. “It does look quite expensive. . .”
Tara reached up and cupped Willow’s chin, bringing their eyes level to one another. “Actually, Willow,
those. . .are real.”
Willow watched the sexy grin appear on Tara’s face, and she felt every muscle in her body tense.
Oh sweet Lord in Heaven. . .This woman is going to drive me nuts tonight. I think I need another drink. . . “I, um, think I might need another soothing blue beverage. Please?”
Tara released her hold on Willow’s chin and turned toward the bar. All of the bartenders were concentrated on the other side of the bar, so they began the trek toward the bartenders. They came closer to the man checking Tara out, and he finally walked over to them as they finally got the attention of a bartender. “Franky, give these ladies a drink and put it on my tab.”
The bartender nodded and asked them what they wanted. Willow ordered another Blue Valium while Tara changed it up and ordered a special drink. “Tara, what did you just order?”
Tara blushed. “It’s called the Special because no one likes to say its real name out loud.”
“Well, what’s the real name?”
“Tara leaned in to whisper it into Willow’s ear. “It’s called Liquid Marijuana.”
Willow shuddered as Tara’s breath tickled her earlobe. Her voice was barely audible as she replied, “Sounds dangerous. . .”
Tara, who was feeling the effects of her first two quickly consumed drinks, was feeling braver by the minute. “It is. Willow, I have to tell you, after I drink this, there is a chance that Cinderella might disappear and Tipsy Tara will be out and on the prowl,” Tara said with a grin.
“Ladies, I don’t mean to interrupt, but your drinks are here.” The man handed them their drinks and smiled down at Tara. “I’m Richard, by the way.”
Tara gave the man a smile. “Hi Richard. That’s Willow, and I’m gay.”
With that, Tara grabbed Willow by the hand and dragged her away from the bar. Willow turned to the man and yelled, “Thanks for the drinks!”
Willow held tightly to Tara’s hand as she pulled her through the crowded bar. They finally ended up on the opposite side of the club, and they were surprised to find an empty couch. They sat down and just enjoyed people watching for a few minutes while they sipped on their drinks.
“This is one of the most interesting clubs I’ve been to, music-wise. I’ve heard Nine Inch Nails and Destiny’s Child played back to back,” Willow said with a smile.
Tara nodded. “I like it. I like different kinds of music, but I like coming here when I go out. They play a lot of current stuff. And that’s what I like to dance to.” She blushed as she finished her sentence. “It’s kind of embarrassing.”
Willow took the blonde’s hand in hers. “I think it’s cute that you like current stuff. I can see you jammin’ out with your PJ’s on with Usher playing full blast.”
“I only like to listen to it in the club, but I-I really wasn’t referring to the music. I think it’s embarrassing that I dance.”
“I’m sure you do a helluva lot better than I can.”
“The last time I was here with Cordelia, she made me feel really. . .awkward about my dancing. She said I danced like a whore.”
Willow outright laughed in the blonde’s face. “I’m sorry, Tara, but nothing about you screams ‘SKANK.’ Cordy was probably just jealous of your mad skills. I‘m sure you dance just fine.”
Tara drained the last of her drink and started to stand up. She felt the tingle of tipsiness settle in the back of her neck and spread to her face and through her chest. The warmth of the alcohol was finally taking effect, and Tara felt the head change soon after she stood. It warmed her insides and heated up her libido. Willow watched Tara as she rose, the redhead’s eyes firmly planted on Tara’s backside. She looked up just in time to see Tara turn around and reach for her hand, a sensuous smirk playing across her lips, playfulness and something else Willow couldn’t identify in her eyes. “Care to test that theory?”
Willow gulped down the last of her drink, feeling the liquid courage settle in her belly and making her want to dance the night away with Tara. “Don’t tease me, woman. I’m the queen of theory testing.”
“Well, what are you waiting for?” Tara pulled the redhead up from the couch and toward the dance floor. “We have to hurry; the dance floor gets crowded fast when this song plays.”
“I don’t recognize it. What song is it?” Willow asked over the slight roar of the excited crowd.
They finally got to the center of the dance floor, and Tara pulled Willow close to her, their faces a few inches apart. “Oh.”
Willow gasped at their closeness. “Oh what?” She asked. Her eyes fluttered closed as Tara grabbed her hands and put them around her waist. The feel of the rough material beneath her fingertips and the thought of Tara’s skin underneath it excited the redhead to no end. She squeezed Tara’s hips and reveled in the feel of being so close to her Princess. As she looked into Tara’s eyes, Willow’s heart stopped. The blonde was staring at Willow, the amount of alcohol in her system allowing her to unmask the feelings that were coursing through her at that moment. Willow gulped as she watched Tara’s eyes travel down to her lips and neck and back up to her eyes. The blonde could not hide her want for the slight redhead any longer. But she tried her best to reign it in. “It’s the name of the song, Willow.”
Willow had totally forgotten her question and was momentarily confused by what Tara had said. “What about a song?”
Tara laughed as she ran her hands up Willow’s arms, feeling the girl shudder under her touch. “ ‘Oh’ is the name of the song. . .kinda like ‘Oh god, that feels good.’”
“It sure does.” Willow’s eyes got big as she realized what she said. “This is why drinking is bad. Apparently, there are no secrets when you drink Blue Valium.”
“Hey, not complaining here. You have very soft. . .” Tara looked down at Willow’s lips, unconsciously licking her own. “. . .skin.”
Willow watched the blonde’s mouth as she spoke, her full lips moving sensually.
God, what a sexy mouth she has. . .She’s saying something to me, maybe I should listen. But maybe not. She should lick her lips again. Beautiful, beautiful, sexy Princess. . .Oh dear Sweet Lord up above, what is she doing?! That’s. . .trouble. Tara noticed that Willow was not paying any attention to what she was saying; Instead she was staring at her mouth, her green eyes becoming darker by the second. “Willow? Willow? WILLOW?!” The redhead just continued to watch her lips, so as a last ditch effort, Tara did the only thing her tipsy brain told her to do. She turned around, facing away from the redhead. She grabbed Willow’s hands that were still around her waist and dragged them slowly up the front of her body, making sure the redhead felt every curve and bump from her waist to the swell of her tightly bound breasts. She felt Willow’s shallow, quick breaths on the back of her neck. . .She felt Willow’s hands grasping at the material of her corset, wanting to feel more of her. Willow’s grasp became tighter, pulling Tara closer to her, the blonde no longer guiding her roaming hands. Her fingertips playfully teased the belt loops of Tara’s jeans, finally able to move the material enough to graze her finger across the hot skin of Tara’s waist. Tara tried to turn her head to catch a glimpse of the redhead, but all she received was Willow’s warm breath and sexy lips against her ear. Willow captured the blonde’s earlobe in between her lips and licked it gently. She smiled against Tara’s ear as she heard the blonde’s not-so-quiet moan in the middle of the dance floor. “How’s my theory testing so far?”
Tara’s neck and face were beet red as she attempted to get herself under control. She took hold of the redhead’s hands and dragged them away from her body. As she turned back around to face Willow, every coherent thought she had in her brain drained away. Willow stood still in the middle of the dance floor, her arms by her side. Her usually bright beautiful eyes had turned a dark, stormy viridian green, and she wore a grin that would put the Cheshire cat to shame. It was Tara’s turn to gulp as she saw something in Willow’s eyes she had never seen before: Hunger. Willow kept her eyes trained on the blonde in front of her, and couldn’t stop the words from bubbling from her mouth. “God, you get sexier and sexier by the minute.”
Tara arched an eyebrow at the feisty redhead in front of her. “No more Blue Valiums for you, ma’am. You get your butch on, I see.”
“You got a problem with that, Princess?” Willow fired back, her sexy grin taking over her impish features.
“I do, actually,” Tara replied while grabbing the redhead and dragging her away from the dance floor.
Neither woman said a word as Tara kept a firm grip on Willow’s slim hand, dragging her down a hidden hallway behind the bar. Tara pushed open a door to the left and pulled the redhead in after her. Willow immediately noticed that it was a very well-decorated restroom, a plush black couch in one corner of the waiting area, and three stalls in the back. Tara pulled the redhead into the last stall and locked the door. She pushed Willow into the wall, resting her body weight against the redhead. Willow looked into Tara’s eyes as she pulled Willow’s arms above her head. “I told you, Willow. . .The Princess is gone.”
With that, Tara dragged one hand down Willow’s raised left arm, watching Willow’s face as her eyes closed and she drew in a ragged breath. Tara slid her hand across Willow’s shoulders and neck and down to her hips, holding Willow tightly. Tara looked at the redhead, whose lips were parted and her shallow breaths hit the blonde against the chin. Tara licked her lips and bent down to taste the flushed, heated skin of Willow’s neck. She tasted strawberries and cinnamon. . .and she heard the pleasure it gave Willow as she moaned against Tara’s hair. It excited Tara to no end that she could elicit such a strong reaction from Willow with nothing more than a kiss on the neck. Tara lifted her head and locked eyes with the redhead. Willow face was flushed, and her breathing had become audible. “Tara. . .”
Hearing her name fall from the redhead’s lips with such need spurred her into action. She forced Willow’s legs apart and pushed her jean-clad thigh between them. Willow’s eyes slammed shut as the unsuspected sensation overtook her. Her hips rolled of their own volition and she heard and felt Tara’s shudder against her. “Willow, I-”
Tara’s words word cut off as she felt soft, warm lips against hers. She quickly eased into the kiss, and she heard the redhead moan as Tara’s grip tightened around her waist, pushing her down against her thigh. The blonde finally let go of Willow’s wrists, letting her own hands travel the expanse of the redhead’s midsection, fiddling with the material of her silky blouse and reveling in the wonderful softness that was Willow’s mouth, the sweetest thing she had ever tasted. She felt Willow’s teeth nip at her lips. She slowly ended the kiss and laughed. “Whoa there, Tiger. Getting hungry?”
“Shut up.” Tara looked stunned for a moment as the words reached her ears, but by then it was too late: Willow had already grabbed her by the shoulders and had her pinned to the wall. She too held the slightly taller blonde by the hip and used her other hand to run through Tara’s soft hair. Tara closed her eyes and enjoyed the feel of Willow’s hand playing in her hair. Willow stared at the blonde for a few more moments, and leaned slowly into her. She whispered into Tara’s ear. “Can you just be kissing me now?”
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Hope you enjoyed, guys! Again, I’m sorry it took so long, but I PROMISE (and I mean that), I will post the next update tomorrow. I started a second job this week, but I have tomorrow off and I WILL post TOMORROW. You have my word. Hope you liked it!
by Zampsa1975 » Thu May 13, 2010 4:04 am 
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Anxiously awaiting the new update!
