College Confidential (Prequel to HC/FC) [AU] (Complete)

[branny72]

Awesome and amazing update as always. I sense that Willow and Tara might need to keep it down a bit.

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[willowtaralover]

YAY new College Confidential

I would have thought that Becky would have understood the value of practical volunteering for future work purposes so why call it bogus.

Like Becky's 'boys' reference suggesting that Willow acts as much a male as Lucas does. Though Tara clearly doesn't appreciate the joke. Then again Willow is a hot chick

“I didn’t,” Tara replied, moving her hand to the small of Willow’s back, “I like a girl in white.”

And I thought that Tara liked girls in the nude. Or at least a certain redheaded, green-eyed girl

Tara wiggle YAY

Ooh, relationship problems and not between our favourite girls but their friends. I'm guessing Lucas won't be around for much longer. That said it's nice to see the girl with relationship fears as opposed to the male which is usually the norm in other fiction or even from Hollywood.

“It’s not nice to be ‘dropped’ out of the blue!” Becky replied, throwing a napkin in his face, “On a putt-putt course.”

I thought Lucas said that he 'loved' Becky so why does she say 'dropped' or is there something that I'm missing?

Good for Willow and her smarts for knowing to get out of the restaurant before the argument explodes fully.

It just struck me with Becky refering to Willow as a boy, there are other W/T stories where Willow refers to herself as having the body of young boy. Or at least a young boy with boobs and a vagina

A spring appeared in Willow’s step and her pace quickened to get back to campus. Tara knew she’d been caught but felt less of her usual shyness and more of Willow’s enthusiasm. She couldn’t help an excited giggle, her face lighting up in the process. Willow laughed at her laugh and they devolved into shy giggles with both looking away to contain themselves but unable to resist sneaky looks back.

YAY, Willow and Tara awesomeness

Tara’s cheeks were still nicely flushed and her forehead had a light sheen. Willow was working herself up almost to the same state just by looking at her girlfriend; giving particular focus to Tara’s pert breasts and her dark, taut nipples sitting so perfectly from her chest.

Tara lost count of how many times she switched from being on top to rolling around on her back; both of them just locked into each other and moving however their bodies wanted. The blanket was tangled around them and pillows were strewn in all directions. The bed was squeaking, but neither could hear anything but the others impassioned moans. They were completely lost in the thrall of each other and the intense physicality of their lust

Ok Laragh ok, you finally broke me with all this hot monkey sex

She walked over and picked it up, a pink piece of card with writing on. “We got another noise warning,” she said, scrunching up her nose as she read.

What???? Come on, Willow and Tara cannot be the only people who are having noisy sex in their dorm. And isn't that a sign that it's good sex-when it's noisy????


Another awesome chapter though the fight between Becky and Lucas cast a dark shadow over the putt-putt golf game (c'mon girl, he only said he loved you) but hot steamy sexiness between Willow and Tara make the story all better. YAY for hot, steamy Willow and Tara sex

[loislane1]

I have been very remiss in not posting any feedback to date on this fic. First I went back and read HC and FC before jumping in. On those I can say I lived in Erie, PA for a decade and I wish I had your version of winter on the Great Lakes - so much milder than reality. Now that I have read and very thoroughly enjoyed HC and FC (angst and all - I thought the shocker in HC was brilliant and actually swore out loud when I read it), I'm diving in to CC. It is really fascinating to go back and see how W/T ended up where they were at the start of HC and how their experiences in college helped them grow into the individuals and the couple you originally introduced. I've also found gaining insight into Becky, especially in this last chapter, to be intriguing as well. She, as an individual, shows a great deal of growth from college through your entire story arc.

Reading about the girls being in the dorms brought up a lot of memories for me of my first year in college when I was using the cafeteria and living with a roommate in a dorm. Lucky Charms breakfast cereal and fries were pretty much the only guaranteed edible food and everyone tried to sneak out snacks for later. Small details like the food, getting a noise violation, etc. make the story so much more authentic without weighing it down.

Since I am catching up on so many chapters, I have a question about camping in the park in Boston. Is it actually possible to do that? I loved the scavenger hunt ending at the park bench and the tent so they could sleep under the stars was brilliant but almost expected a brief police interruption for camping without a permit or something.

Anyway, I love the Confidential series and am really enjoying reading the college years right now.

-H.

[Laragh]

kimmy_s -

DIBS again go me!

Hi

Howdy *tips hat*

Thanks for the crown although I think I'll only consider myself that when I get Dibs on Neverland (I was sooo close today damn it!).

That would be the mother of all dibs! Good luck on your quest

Where's your brother from?

He's from Ferndale in Sydney (I was born in Wollongong)

Lovely double date apart from Lucas dropping the Love bomb. I'm intrigued to know if he meant to say it or not. I mean did he just get caught up in the moment seeing W/T lovey dovey or has he been thinking about it for a while. It's interesting, I wonder if we will be seeing the girls helping them through this. From Tara's reaction I'd say yes she has a heart of gold!

He meant it. There will be helping through, though you'll have to read on to see how and why exactly!

One of my favourite lines ever, a very Willow thing to say but also a powerful statement of her intention to be with Tara forever.

And never a truer intention has she had!

I loved it, can't wait for more

Hope you continue to enjoy it!

Thanks for your feedback.

bluepaintbox -

WOW

Becky...Lucas...who?
*squeaks out* thank you for the update

Thank YOU for the comment, so glad you enjoyed it!!

zampsa19752001 -

I loved their way of spending the night...

I bet you did

Thanks for commenting!

branny72 -

Awesome and amazing update as always. I sense that Willow and Tara might need to keep it down a bit.

Haha...well, maybe a tad Glad you enjoyed it!

Thanks for your comment

willowtaralover -

YAY new College Confidential

YAY new Rick feedback!

I would have thought that Becky would have understood the value of practical volunteering for future work purposes so why call it bogus.

She doesn't like the not getting paid aspect.

Like Becky's 'boys' reference suggesting that Willow acts as much a male as Lucas does. Though Tara clearly doesn't appreciate the joke. Then again Willow is a hot chick

Willow does like boy things like cars and stuff but Tara sees her as 'her' woman, so she took a little offence.

And I thought that Tara liked girls in the nude. Or at least a certain redheaded, green-eyed girl

She likes Willow in or out of anything!

Tara wiggle YAY

Just for you!

Ooh, relationship problems and not between our favourite girls but their friends. I'm guessing Lucas won't be around for much longer.

Unfortunately since we all know Becky starts Hacker single, all her college relationships are doomed!

That said it's nice to see the girl with relationship fears as opposed to the male which is usually the norm in other fiction or even from Hollywood.

Becky's only ever had one serious relationship and he broke her heart, so she's cautious now!

I thought Lucas said that he 'loved' Becky so why does she say 'dropped' or is there something that I'm missing?

He 'dropped' the love bomb on her.

Good for Willow and her smarts for knowing to get out of the restaurant before the argument explodes fully.

Yeah, sometimes it's best to get outta there quick!

It just struck me with Becky refering to Willow as a boy, there are other W/T stories where Willow refers to herself as having the body of young boy. Or at least a young boy with boobs and a vagina

She has throughout my fics and this series too, but I always make a point of Tara countering it and showing Willow she has curves too.

YAY, Willow and Tara awesomeness

Ok Laragh ok, you finally broke me with all this hot monkey sex

Haha! Hope you can put yourself back together

What???? Come on, Willow and Tara cannot be the only people who are having noisy sex in their dorm. And isn't that a sign that it's good sex-when it's noisy????

I'm sure there's plenty and they're all getting noise violations too! RAs have to enforce the rules.

Another awesome chapter though the fight between Becky and Lucas cast a dark shadow over the putt-putt golf game (c'mon girl, he only said he loved you) but hot steamy sexiness between Willow and Tara make the story all better. YAY for hot, steamy Willow and Tara sex

Doesn't it solve everything?

Thanks for commenting

loislane1 -

I have been very remiss in not posting any feedback to date on this fic. First I went back and read HC and FC before jumping in. On those I can say I lived in Erie, PA for a decade and I wish I had your version of winter on the Great Lakes - so much milder than reality.

I kinda purposefully kept it all pretty vague because I didn't think people would want to read about them sorting frozen pipes or shovelling their driveways (although I may just include it when I continue FC now!)

Now that I have read and very thoroughly enjoyed HC and FC (angst and all - I thought the shocker in HC was brilliant and actually swore out loud when I read it), I'm diving in to CC. It is really fascinating to go back and see how W/T ended up where they were at the start of HC and how their experiences in college helped them grow into the individuals and the couple you originally introduced.

It's a fun journey getting there! My biggest fear is pacing, both in keeping the story interesting and in getting them slowly along to who they are to who they become.

I've also found gaining insight into Becky, especially in this last chapter, to be intriguing as well. She, as an individual, shows a great deal of growth from college through your entire story arc.

I don't know if you're up to date yet, but she's going through one of her biggest right now both in relationships and friendships.

Reading about the girls being in the dorms brought up a lot of memories for me of my first year in college when I was using the cafeteria and living with a roommate in a dorm. Lucky Charms breakfast cereal and fries were pretty much the only guaranteed edible food and everyone tried to sneak out snacks for later. Small details like the food, getting a noise violation, etc. make the story so much more authentic without weighing it down.

I never went to college but I went to boarding school for a while so have a little idea but it's really great to know it's reading like that!

Since I am catching up on so many chapters, I have a question about camping in the park in Boston. Is it actually possible to do that? I loved the scavenger hunt ending at the park bench and the tent so they could sleep under the stars was brilliant but almost expected a brief police interruption for camping without a permit or something.

I thought I'd gotten away with that one! In reality you would need a permit if even allowed at all, but I suspended the disbelief for the sake of storytelling (And had Willow find a sneaky hidden spot to use as an excuse if anyone called me out)

Anyway, I love the Confidential series and am really enjoying reading the college years right now.

So, so glad you've enjoyed/are enjoying it, means a lot. Hope you continue to!

Thanks so much for the feedback

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Update Directly Below

[Laragh]

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TITLE: College 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 first part of the prequel to Hacker Confidential and Family Confidential - the college years!

SPOILERS: Perhaps minor references to the show or stealage of dialogue, but nothing that would spoil the series.

FEEDBACK: Yes please

Chapter 60

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Tara was sitting on the bed, legs straight out in front and her sketchbook in her lap.


She’d finished her homework but continued to draw, using Miss Fishy as inspiration for an aquatic-themed sketch to relax her.


She was colouring in a clownfish friend when a knock came to the door, three slow raps. She hesitated before moving, worried it would be about the noise warning they ignored the night before, but finally got up and answered it.


Becky was standing on the other side; the previous night’s make-up still caked on her face and clothes dishevelled with a rip in her tights. She looked like she hadn’t gotten a wink of sleep, bags under her sunken eyes.


“Is Willow here?” she asked, voice pained and raspy.


“She’s gone to study group,” Tara answered, stunned at the other woman’s appearance, who started to leave, “Wait, Becky. Come in.”


Becky paused, brought a shaking hand up to bite her nail, then walked past Tara into the room. She perched on the edge of the bed while Tara got her a bottle of water from the mini-fridge.


She gulped down more than half the bottle while closing her palm around the lid in a fist. Tara respected her space and sat a foot away.


“Did something happen? Are you hurt?”


Becky wiped her mouth with the back of her hand and was staring straight ahead, her leg twitching.


“I did something bad.”


“I’m sure whatever it is, isn’t as bad as you think,” Tara tried to reassure.


Becky’s leg stopped and her head dropped.


“Idetit.”


Tara couldn’t quite make out the mumble.


“Sorry?”


Becky twisted the lid back on the water tight and used both her hands to cradle her head.


“I cheated,” she said with more enunciation but a hollow tone.


Tara couldn’t help looking surprised.


“On Lucas?”


Becky nodded, her face contorted in disgust. Tara took a minute to think about what to say, but before she had a chance, Becky was suddenly on her knees with her head in Tara’s lap and sobbing.


Tara’s nurturing instinct kicked in and she just stroked Becky’s hair, eventually adding some comforting words and just letting her get the emotion out.


Finally, though it was a long while, the tears dried up and Becky was filled with embarrassment to replace the shame. She stood up and tried to hide her face while wiping her eyes with her sleeve.


“I’m…really sorry, I, I’ll…” she tried to look around as if looking for a sign telling her what to do next but instead just sunk down onto the bed again, “I don’t know what to do.”


Tara got her a pack of tissues, figuring she’d need more than one.


“What happened?” she asked gently.


Becky dabbed at her eyes with one of the tissues but it did nothing to rid her of the black smudges that had been freshly smeared with the outburst.


“We kept fighting when you guys left.”


Tara was immediately filled with guilt.


“I’m sorry we just up and went,” she said before whispering under her breath, “I knew we should have stayed.”


“Are you kidding, it was a war zone, you were right to get out,” Becky replied with a puff of an exhale, regaining the anger that had led to the whole mess in the first place for a moment, “He was screaming at me across the restaurant so I left.”


Tara was relieved Becky didn’t blame them for going, but still felt remorse that they hadn’t done more.


“What were you fighting about?”


Becky’s nails were being chewed off again.


“He told me he loved me on the golf course. I didn’t exactly say it back.”


Tara nodded to herself; she knew that must have hurt Lucas, but couldn't deny feeling for Becky as Willow's best friend.


“You’re not obligated to have the same feelings in the same timescale.”


“That’s the thing,” Becky replied with a bark of a laugh, “I think that I do. And now I ruined it.”


New tears formed in her eyes and a fresh tissue came out to play.


“I walked off. Flipped him off on the way. He was yelling after me, but I ignored him,” she said, teeth gritting, “I went to my regular bar. Well, I started there. A group of us moved on into the city. This guy started grinding on me. He was hot and I was so mad at Lucas. The guy asked if I wanted to go back to his place…so I did. ”


She paled as she recounted the condensed version of her evening.


“I got sick after, I felt so bad. I’ve had one night stands before but not…”


She trailed off and just shook her head, as if she still couldn’t quite believe it herself.


“Have you spoken to Lucas?” Tara asked after another moment.


Becky shook her head.


“Just got a bunch of texts asking me to call him,” she said, taking her phone out and reading over the messages, “What do I tell him?”


Tara’s features softened.


“I can’t tell you that. But I can tell you that Willow and I will support you no matter what.”


Becky actually did a double take at that; it wasn’t the answer she was expecting.


“Why? I’m a horrible person. My boyfriend tells me he loves me and I go out and screw another guy.”


“Everyone makes mistakes. It doesn’t make you a horrible person,” Tara replied, covering Becky’s hand and offering a squeeze, “You still have to accept the consequences, but it doesn’t make you a horrible person.”


Becky felt a kind of strength she wasn’t accustomed to of knowing there was someone there who wouldn’t abandon you when you made a mistake. She’d spent a long time blaming herself for her parents’ divorce and blew off most of her screw-ups with teasing and jokes.


She’d actually come by expecting a little ass-kicking from Willow, the closest thing to self-flagellation she could put on herself. Even deeper, though she’d never admit it and perhaps didn’t even realise consciously, she thought if she could get one person to give her grief she could justify never telling Lucas.


To have her indiscretion met with understanding pushed her to do the right thing and she slowly tapped out a return message on her phone.


“I asked him to meet me.”


Tara nodded, pauses a few seconds, then scooted over and embraced Becky gently.


“Whatever happens, it’s going to be okay.”


Becky was unusually lost for words. She closed the hug and released some the most silent emotion she’d ever had around another person, including many of her long list of beaus.


Her phone buzzed and they parted for her to look at it.


“Time to go face the music,” she said, standing up and brushing herself off with some false bravado, “Should probably clean myself up a bit first.”


Tara stood too and went to open the door, but it was opened on the other side first. Becky offered Tara a weak smile as she headed out.


“I have to go,” she said, giving Willow, who was holding the door open, a little wave, “Tara can fill you in.”


“Wait, are you ok–” Willow tried to ask, concerned at the raggedy attire and general look of her friend, but Becky was gone, “What the heck?”


Tara started to put her art supplies away.


“How was study group?”


“Studious,” Willow answered, closing the door again, “What was all that about?”


Tara closed the lid over her pencil box and aligned it neatly with the top corner of the desk, before sitting on the bed again. She patted the spot next to her for Willow to sit, and recounted what she’d been told.


Willow’s eyebrows rose further and further on her face until they almost formed part of her hairline.


“Whoa,” she said when Tara had caught her up, “I never would have…she plays around but not…she got cheated on. She knows…”


“She made a mistake,” Tara replied, finding a strand of hair on Willow’s cheek and carefully moving it behind her ear.


“Pretty crappy mistake,” Willow said with a dismissive scoff.


Tara let her hand fall back to cup Willow’s cheek and rub the skin under her girlfriend’s eye tenderly with her thumb.


“I don’t think she needs us judging her.”


“I’m not,” Willow defended, though the look on her face was suitably chastised.


Tara didn’t say anything else and let Willow process it all for a little while. Eventually Willow moved and found her cell, though just held it without doing anything.


“I think you should go upstairs in a bit to check on her,” Tara encouraged, “She was going out to meet Lucas when she left.”


“Right,” Willow nodded, “Yeah, I’ll do that. In a bit.”


She sat staring at the floor long enough that Tara reached for her hand from behind.

“What’s wrong, love?”


Willow turned sideways and looked over.


“I don’t know what to say to her.”


“What do you mean?” Tara asked.


Willow tossed her hands up a little.


“I mean I don’t know what to say in this situation. I know the reverse, but not this.”


Tara took Willow’s hand again and held it between both of hers.


“Just be her friend. We don’t know what happened with Lucas, but good or bad, she just needs a friend.”


“Yeah, I bet Lucas does too,” Willow replied, knowing too well the sting of being sure you were cheated on and sad that he wouldn’t get the relief of finding it all not to be true.


“He does, and he has them,” Tara responded, “You don’t have to be okay with what she did to offer some kindness.”


Willow looked down at their hands, then lifted them to kiss either side of Tara's.


“You’re a beautiful person.”


She shuffled over to hug Tara properly, holding on tight as if to squeeze some of that compassion out of her girlfriend and into herself.


She eventually let go and left to go to Becky’s, by way of a convenience store just off campus to pick up as much junk food as she could carry and a jumbo pack of tissues.


She brought it all back in two big carrier bags and lugged them up the stairs. She could only knock once before the weight of the bag brought her hand down, but it was enough for a frazzled-looking Kim to answer.


“Um, hi,” Willow said, giving a finger-wave through the handle of the bag, “I just came to check on–”


Before she could finish a large sob floated out, so Willow looked in and saw Becky was curled in a ball, sitting on the floor with a blanket wrapped around her and a pretty healthy supply of tissues already bunched up around her.


“I don’t know what happened but I think her and Lucas broke up. She’s pretty incoherent,” Kim said to her, glancing at Becky, then looking back to Willow pleadingly, “And I hate to be a bitch, but I have somewhere I really have to be…”


Willow stepped in and left the bags down on the floor.


“I got her, it’s okay.”


Kim looked completely relieved and went over to give Becky an awkward shoulder squeeze.


“I’ll be gone all night if you need the bed,” she said before leaving and closing the door behind her.


Willow stood on the spot for a moment, then finally inched her way over, approaching her blubbering friend cautiously.


“Hey Beck,” she said in a gentle tone, kneeling down in front of her, “I brought provisions. And a shoulder to cry on.”


Becky’s head popped up just enough for her bloodshot, teary eyes to be seen.


“Where’s Tara?” she asked through a broken hiccup.


“Tara?” Willow replied confused, “Um, she’s downstairs,”


“Is she busy?” Becky asked, tone both hurt and hopeful.


“No, she’s not busy,” Willow replied, trying to figure out why Becky was asking in the silent moments that followed, “…do you want me to call her? Ask her to come up?”


Becky nodded rapidly, so Willow rang down with the dorm phone.


“Hi. Um, do you wanna come up? No, she asked for you. Yeah, uh huh. Okay, bye,” she spoke quietly, twirling the cord in her finger before hanging up again, “She said she’ll come right up.”


True to her word, Tara was knocking on the door less than a minute later. Willow opened it and opened her mouth to speak, but Becky, suddenly gaining warp speed, pounced herself on Tara and clung to her like a baby.


“H-he broke up with me.”


“I’m so sorry,” Tara replied softly, closing the embrace.


Willow stood around awkwardly, surprised to see Becky being so openly heartbroken with someone other than her. Even with the previous break-ups she’d helped her friend through, the first ones she’d hid her pain until they were at the friendship comfort level of sharing tears.


She felt an odd sense of jealously about the whole thing for a few moments, before looking at them and realising that she couldn’t be cruel enough to deny anyone a Tara-hug when it was needed most.


Becky went back over to her spot curled up against the bed but brought Tara with her by hand and they talked quietly. Willow still felt awkward but was thankful Tara was there to help with the words she wasn’t quite sure she could find herself.


She made neat arrangements of the junk food to feel helpful and eventually joined the other two when the words stopped and tears came again, offering a second shoulder to absorb them.


Time passed, more tissues used and lots of candy eaten until Becky had cried herself into calmness. She was still miserable, but the fresh pain had dulled or at least was temporarily blocked by Doritos and M&Ms.


Willow and Tara were still cushioning her either side, and Tara leaned in to hug her again.


“You’re going to be okay. One mistake doesn’t define your life.”


Becky nodded gratefully and Tara returned an affectionate smile as she stood and brushed herself off.


“I’ll be right back.”


She stepped out of the dorm to head to the bathroom. The room was silent for a few seconds, before Willow turned her head to Becky.


“You know that was a total dick move though, right?” she asked, growing confused when Becky just smiled, “Why is that making you smile?”


“It doesn’t. I know it was,” Becky replied, sobering slightly though her lips still had the hint of a grin to them, “I just love your guys’ ying-yang.”


“Am I the ying or the yang?” Willow asked.


“I’ll let you guys figure out the intimate details,” Becky replied wryly, before they lapsed into silence again.


“Why’d ya do it?” Willow asked a minute later.


“Because lust is easier than love,” Becky replied, hugging her knees to her chest, “It’s kinda scary. That I could be that person. It’s kinda scary how easy it all is.”


“Isn’t it ‘scary’ that got you into the whole mess in the first place?” Willow questioned.


Becky didn’t reply but clearly thought about that.


“Do you tell her you love her?” she asked after yet another pause.


“Every chance I get,” Willow replied without hesitation.


Becky grew quiet again, really thinking about everything that had been said.


“I was going to say you’re luckier than me, but you’re not. You’re braver. To give someone the power to hurt you so much.”


Willow shook her head.


“That isn’t love. Love is trusting that they won’t.”


They shared a look but it was broken as Tara returned, still wringing her hands from washing them.


“Do you guys want dinner, I can go get something?”


Becky stretched her arms above her head, then slapped her belly.


“I want carbs. And cheese. And sauce. And–”


“Pizza, we get it,” Willow replied with a smile, “Let’s order in.”


Becky starting feeling around for a phone to call on, while Willow crawled over to Tara.


“Thank you for being here.”


“Where else would I be?” Tara asked, smiling.


Willow wrapped her arm around Tara’s waist for a discreet squeeze. She was conscious of not acting too couple-y in front of Becky, but her friend was already busy ordering the entire right side of the menu.


“Let me get a large pepperoni and mushroom pizza, a cheesy garlic bread, one of your chicken alfredo’s, one, no, two orders of hot wings, extra wet, a chicken parm sub, oh do you have bread sticks? Yeah, a couple of orders of bread sticks…”


“Is she serious?” Tara whispered, growing wide-eyed as she listened.


“Tara, never underestimate the size of a break-up belly,” Willow replied with a knowledgeable seriousness.


“I don’t ever want to find out,” Tara said back.


Willow smiled and was about to chance a kiss, but Becky looked over first.


“What do you guys want?”


Willow looked to Tara, who just nodded, and she knew what to get.


“We’ll get a large, half pepperoni, half veggie deluxe.”


Becky turned back to the phone.


“Did you get that? Okay, better throw in a couple of bottles of cokes there too. Oh and brownies! Sure, throw in a half-dozen. Alright, thanks. Bye!”


Tara still looked gobsmacked and was trying to imagine the amount of food about to be bestowed upon them, but Willow had something else on the mind.


“Will I go get us some movies to watch?”


“Yes!” Becky replied enthusiastically, ready to bring on the moping stage of a break-up, “Big on the funny, little on the romance please.”


“Sure thing,” Willow nodded, standing back up again, “Be right back.”


They spent the next half hour getting settled in for the evening, Tara growing slack-jawed again when the mountains of food arrived and when Becky arranged it all neatly around herself so she could taste everything at once.


Willow settled their pizza between them and offered Tara the first slice. Becky was already getting stuck into hers.


“Who needs men when you’ve got pizza?”


“Preaching to the choir here, baby,” Willow replied, holding a slice above her mouth so the cheese would slide in, “Movie is all lined up to go. Everyone ready?”


There were nods all ‘round, so Willow pressed play on the remote and let the movie play.


Given the circumstances, they all enjoyed the evening relatively well. There were even passages of time Becky forgot about the reason behind it all and just had fun. The feelings would come back, often stronger than before, but it was easier to push them aside when there were friends surrounding you with the sole intention of being there to make you feel better.


They ate a significant portion of the food, watched more movies, listened to music, played some card games and exchanged lots more hugs. Willow and Tara eventually ended up in the same position they’d been during the cryfest, sandwiching Becky on either side. This time though, their respective shoulders were being used as pillows and not tissues as she had fallen asleep.


Willow turned the TV off with the remote and nodded to Tara that Becky was asleep. Tara nodded back, so Willow held Becky while Tara carefully stood, then bent down with her knees and lifted her into bed.


Willow covered her with the blanket, but Tara hovered, arms crossed gently over her chest.


“Should we leave her alone?” she whispered.


“She’s asleep,” Willow whispered back.


Tara watched Becky’s peaceful face and felt her heart break for their friend.


“I know…it just must be hard, waking up alone and remembering.”


Willow glanced over to the other bed.


“Well, Kim said she wouldn’t be home and the bed was free.”


Tara nodded quietly.


“Okay, well I’ll see you in the morning. Will I drop you up some jammies or are you okay in your t-shirt?”


“What? No,” Willow replied, a pout starting, “I’m not staying if you’re not staying.”


“It’s a single bed,” Tara reasoned, but Willow was having none of it.


“We’ve had sex in that bed.”


Tara blushed in the dark room.


“Shush!”


“I am shushed!” Willow retaliated in a lower whisper.


Tara looked between Becky and the other bed for a few moments.


“Okay, but it’s someone else’s bed now, so hands to self.”


Willow held up her hands defensively, then stripped her pants and socks off and hung them over the chair. Tara did the same and they squashed onto the bed together.


“I think hands are going to have to extend to other-than-self if we’re going to get comfortable,” Willow said, though was already tangling their legs.


“You know what I meant,” Tara replied, but was smiling.


They settled their arms around each other and got as comfortable as they could. It was cramped, but neither minded being so close.


They shared a chaste kiss and swapped good nights, then finally settled down to sleep off the emotional day.

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Becky woke up to harsh sun burning her eyelids and the distinct smell of cold take-out. She blinked, but her eyes were rough and she suddenly remembered all the crying she’d done the night before.


Her stomach sank as she remembered why.


She sat herself up and hunched over, but didn’t cry again. She just felt shame. She looked around the room to try and gauge exactly how long she’d need to spend on the cross-trainer, and spotted the bed across from her, in particular the double lump where there was normally one.


They stayed...


She inched out of bed and stepped over all the containers to get a bottle of water on her desk. She glugged it down and couldn’t help glancing back to her friends and how they were nestled up together.


It should have hurt her to see what she'd given up with her moment of weakness, but she could feel nothing but delight that her two friends had found each other. They gave out so much joy that it would be hard for even the coldest hearted of people to deny.


She had to stifle a laugh when she saw their feet all nestled up and rubbing each other even as they slept. She recalled one of the photography assignments she was late on, ‘Love’, having taken the class for a second semester in a row to satisfy her arts elective when Willow had filled her in on its ease the start of the year.


She got her camera from her bag and snapped a quick picture, thinking them as cute as kitten claws or puppy paws.


She put her camera away again and flopped back onto the bed. She stared at the ceiling for a long time and pondered her relationship with Lucas; what had gone wrong and what had gone right.


She thought about the little things and the big things that had made their relationship and whether she was really afraid of loving him or just afraid that there was something wrong with her for not truly loving him back.


Her heavy thoughts were disrupted by a sound familiar to her but that she had forgotten about in the last year – a yip-like sound that Willow made, high-pitched and scared. Willow has always told her they were nightmares.


Becky stood and grabbed her pillow to bash her awake as she always had before, but Tara got to her first, comforting and soothing her into peace. Becky was stunned when she saw both were still fast asleep.


She realised then, that even if she did, or had, loved Lucas, that he couldn’t calm her nightmares in his sleep. They didn’t have such an intrinsic bond that their existence was just an ebb and flow of each other.


She valued her independence and always would, but she knew, watching her friends, that that kind of bond was out there, and even if she found some more frogs along the way, she could find it.


That thought comforted more than the food and music and kind words she had been offered so freely the day before. She realised it wasn’t the things her friends did that made them so important to her – it was who they were and what they gave out through their love. And she couldn’t recall any of her past relationships where she could say the same.


“Maybe I should just go gay,” she muttered to herself, and really laughed for the first time in what felt like the longest 24 hours of her life.


There was some fidgeting in the bed and a sleepy Willow shouted up a ‘what’. Becky smiled.


“Nothing, go back to sleep, lovebirds,” she said, some of her normal cheer appearing in her voice again, “If I know you guys like I think I do, I’m sure you’ll need it later.”


Willow settled back down with a snorting snore and Becky gathered her toiletries to go have a long shower and wash away the drama of the past few days.


She would come out refreshed and ready to navigate her life as a singleton again, or at least ready to accept that that was how it was now.


It was among her hardest break-ups but for the first time, she knew she could find what her friends had, and that was the most comforting thought in the world.

[zampsa19752001]

Dibs-y goodness...

Yay for great update-y goodness... Big yay for Willow & Tara being there for Becky...

[willowtaralover]

YAY new College Confidential, possibly the most awesome fanfic ever

You put Tara's wiggle in the last chapter just for me YAY. I love you so much for that Laragh that if I were a girl I'd ask you to marry me and now I realise that I sound like a complete pratt

Becky nodded, her face contorted in disgust. Tara took a minute to think about what to say, but before she had a chance, Becky was suddenly on her knees with her head in Tara’s lap and sobbing.

I'm guessing that this is taken from the scene during season 6 of Buffy when Buffy breaks down in Tara's lap after revealing that she's been sleeping with Spike.

The conversation between Tara and Becky is a huge step forward for both of them. For Becky because she's confiding in someone who, whilst a friend, isn't Willow whom Becky has known longer. For Tara because she's has gotten over her timidity and shyness and is talking with a friend and being the comfort and support that Willow normally provides which shows how much more used to each other they are.

Reading Tara's advice to Becky, I've said it before and I'll say it again. Everyone deserves a friend, partner or sister even like Tara Maclay

Interesting reading about Becky and how she personally blames herself for her parents divorce and believes she deserves to be punished which begs the question what was her own family life like? Does it resemble Tara's in any way in that she was brutalised or neglected by one or both parents or made to feel that she should be a victim. If so this would make sense of Becky not being used to have someone tell her that everything will be alright. This puts me in mind of another Willow/Tara story--The Rebuilding of Tara Maclay by True_Love aka Lexi (I think, I'll double check and PM it to you.) There is a scene in one of the chapters where Tara and Willow's friend Amy are having lunch and Amy tells Tara about her experience as an abused child. Definitely worth a read as it's one of the few that I really enjoy and can nver wait till the next chapter is up.

The conversation between Willow and Becky appears to be just as deep with Becky telling Willow that she's brave for giving Tara power to hurt her and Willow responding that that isn't love. Love is trusting them not to hurt you.

She got her camera from her bag and snapped a quick picture, thinking them as cute as kitten claws or puppy paws.

I wouldn't call kitten claws as being cute, they're all sharp and scratchy and pointy and ouchy. Believe me I've been on the receiving end enough times.

She realised then, that even if she did, or had, loved Lucas, that he couldn’t calm her nightmares in his sleep. They didn’t have such an intrinsic bond that their existence was just an ebb and flow of each other.

I'm guessing that that is the bond that Becky finally found with Jesse in FAMILY

Wow, what a great chapter this was; possibly one of the best in the story going into some great detail of what had happened after the previous chapter and the effect it had on Becky as well as how certain events in her past life have affected her. Definitely you are worthy of being crowned queen of Fanfic writers.

[branny72]

YAY UPDATE!!!

I loved the update and the sweetness and support Tara showed Becky. I have to agree that large amounts of junk food is needed for break ups!

[kimmy_s]

Hi Laragh

I have a friend in Wollongong who I went to visit a few years ago. I loved it there, so peaceful and beautiful.

No dibs for me this time guess I'll have to go back to stalking you LOL.

A sad update its of course disappointing to find out Becky cheated but it was lovely to see the girls rally around her. So glad Willow got over her little jealousy at Becky asking for Tara. I love Willow but Tara is definitely more of a nurturer.

Great job again on the update, looking forward to the next one.

Cheers
Kim

[Laragh]

zampsa19752001 -

Dibs-y goodness...

Yay for great update-y goodness... Big yay for Willow & Tara being there for Becky...

Glad you liked it

Thanks for commenting!

willowtaralover -

YAY new College Confidential, possibly the most awesome fanfic ever

Wow, thanks!

You put Tara's wiggle in the last chapter just for me YAY. I love you so much for that Laragh that if I were a girl I'd ask you to marry me and now I realise that I sound like a complete pratt

Haha! Well, everyone enjoys a good Tara-wiggle, now don't they?

I'm guessing that this is taken from the scene during season 6 of Buffy when Buffy breaks down in Tara's lap after revealing that she's been sleeping with Spike.

Ding, ding, ding! That's exactly where the scene got it's origins. I wanted to have Becky become a real friend to both of them instead of just a friend of Willow's, much like how Buffy and Tara's relationship grew in S6.

The conversation between Tara and Becky is a huge step forward for both of them. For Becky because she's confiding in someone who, whilst a friend, isn't Willow whom Becky has known longer. For Tara because she's has gotten over her timidity and shyness and is talking with a friend and being the comfort and support that Willow normally provides which shows how much more used to each other they are.

Exactly!

Reading Tara's advice to Becky, I've said it before and I'll say it again. Everyone deserves a friend, partner or sister even like Tara Maclay

That they do!

Interesting reading about Becky and how she personally blames herself for her parents divorce and believes she deserves to be punished which begs the question what was her own family life like? Does it resemble Tara's in any way in that she was brutalised or neglected by one or both parents or made to feel that she should be a victim. If so this would make sense of Becky not being used to have someone tell her that everything will be alright.

She wasn't criminally neglected or abused, but she certainly had emotionally absent parents, a mother who paraded lots of boyfriends and husbands in and out of the house and the father who got a new family and paid her off with money and things to relieve his guilt (see things like her new TV being delivered to her and getting her birthday wrong in the process)

This puts me in mind of another Willow/Tara story--The Rebuilding of Tara Maclay by True_Love aka Lexi (I think, I'll double check and PM it to you.) There is a scene in one of the chapters where Tara and Willow's friend Amy are having lunch and Amy tells Tara about her experience as an abused child. Definitely worth a read as it's one of the few that I really enjoy and can nver wait till the next chapter is up.

Sounds interesting, I don't read fanfic anymore but it's great to have such good W/T fanfics out there.

The conversation between Willow and Becky appears to be just as deep with Becky telling Willow that she's brave for giving Tara power to hurt her and Willow responding that that isn't love. Love is trusting them not to hurt you.

They're very different conversations and like Becky says, ying-yang. She needed both of their input to get to the place where she could recover.

I wouldn't call kitten claws as being cute, they're all sharp and scratchy and pointy and ouchy. Believe me I've been on the receiving end enough times.

There is a cuteness before the attacking starts though of a tiny little thing like a kitten pouncing.

I'm guessing that that is the bond that Becky finally found with Jesse in FAMILY

*cough*Brian*cough* (Jesse was with Alice). It's true though, and also how they got together has a lot of basis in what she's learning here (the slow burn, become such great friends that a great relationship follows)

Wow, what a great chapter this was; possibly one of the best in the story going into some great detail of what had happened after the previous chapter and the effect it had on Becky as well as how certain events in her past life have affected her. Definitely you are worthy of being crowned queen of Fanfic writers.

Wow, thank you! I was worried it would be one of those boring, have-to-get-out-of-the-way chapters, so I'm super glad you enjoyed it!!

Thanks for your feedback!

branny_72 -

:banana YAY UPDATE!!!

Thank you for the excitement, it's very flattering!

I loved the update and the sweetness and support Tara showed Becky.

Glad you liked it, it was an important moment for the shift in their relationship that's shown later in the other fics.

I have to agree that large amounts of junk food is needed for break ups!

I've never had a break-up, but I know copious foods help with other traumas!

Thanks for commenting

kimmy_s -

Hi Laragh

Hi Kim

I have a friend in Wollongong who I went to visit a few years ago. I loved it there, so peaceful and beautiful.

I've talked to a few people who ended up being from there too (plus it's fun to say to people from countries with normal place names )

No dibs for me this time guess I'll have to go back to stalking you LOL.

Darn, any luck on Neverland?

A sad update its of course disappointing to find out Becky cheated but it was lovely to see the girls rally around her.

I hemmed and hawed for a long time on whether to do it or not, but ultimately decided it was how things were going to go. Main reason was that the Tara/Becky relationship needed this kind of confiding/emotional trauma to move into the realm I wanted it to.

So glad Willow got over her little jealousy at Becky asking for Tara.

It was really just one of those little 'Oh...' moments, but you're right, it was important for Willow to really accept and get over it so it wasn't this tiny thing that festered into a big thing.

I love Willow but Tara is definitely more of a nurturer.

She is, she's just inherently sensitive to people's emotions, but a bit of each of their types of support is good.

Great job again on the update, looking forward to the next one.

Glad you liked it, hope you continue to!



Thanks for your comment!

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Update Directly Below

[Laragh]

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TITLE: College 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 first part of the prequel to Hacker Confidential and Family Confidential - the college years!

SPOILERS: Perhaps minor references to the show or stealage of dialogue, but nothing that would spoil the series.

FEEDBACK: Yes please

Chapter 61

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Willow sat on the bed, playing on her computer, but wasn’t too focused on the screen.


Her eyes flickered to Tara, who was lying in the opposite direction and stomach-down, writing in a notebook. She bit the corner of her thumb as she sent some appreciatory glances to Tara’s butt.


She distracted herself with her computer again, doing her best to keep quiet since she knew Tara was doing homework, but was in a bit of a restless mood.


“I’m hungry,” she said, closing her laptop and bringing her knees up to her chest.


Tara looked over her shoulder to Willow.


“We just had lunch.”


Willow lay down alongside Tara and sighed.


“I’m like a hobbit…or British…I need afternoon tea!”


“They’re those short, hairy things from those really long movies you made me watch, right?” Tara asked.


“The British?” Willow asked with a grin, then looked longingly down at her stomach, “Food…”


“Get a snack from the stash,” Tara suggested.


Willow didn’t move for a second, being lazy, then finally rolled off and went to get a pudding cup. She sat back where she was before and licked the lid.


“I love you, pudding,” she said as she dug her spoon in.


“I love you too, sweetie,” Tara replied without looking up.


Willow glanced at the full spoon and then at Tara, but decided not to say anything. She finished her pudding and got back to the project she’d been working on until Tara stood up a while later and started gathering things.


“I have to drop these notes back to a girl from art class.”


Willow looked up curiously.


“How come I never meet any of your friends?”


Tara shrugged one shoulder.


“We’re not really friends. Just friendly.”


“Why aren’t you friends?” Willow questioned, then suddenly had a flashback of the last time Tara had attempted to make a friend, “I won’t…I mean, what happened last time…I want you to have friends.”


“Okay,” Tara replied slightly dismissively, preferring not to make friends with people after what had happened, even with the reassurances, “I’ll be back in a while.”


Willow glanced outside at the drizzle and overcast sky.


“Take a jacket.”


Tara diligently got a rain jacket and zipped it up, then packed a few things safely away in her satchel and kissed Willow’s cheek.


“Bye.”


Willow waggled her fingers in a wave, then jumped up as soon as Tara was gone and got another pudding cup. She ate it quick and hid the evidence under some papers in trash, thinking Tara would chastise her for pigging out.


Well not chastise. But I’ll definitely get ‘the look’! The ‘couldn't you have tried an apple?’ look. Who chooses an apple over pudding anyway? I love that girl but jeez!


She went back to her laptop and entertained herself with a hacking project she had going on with some online buddies. She went into her zone for a while until the sound of the rain beating down on the window started to unnerve her. She went over and shoved the curtains closed, then grabbed her earphones and blasted some loud music to drown it out.


They served their purpose and she typed on, calm, until she felt the rumble. The rumble that started outside, shook the windows and floors and made her brain shake. She had watched endless horror movies growing up; could listen to screeching monsters and moaning spirits but that echoing boom of thunder made her freeze in terror.


Her earphones fell out, left first and the right following, twining around each other over the keyboard. Her breath slowed and eyes remained fixed ahead, praying that if she didn’t move it wouldn’t come again.


There was a whole minute of reprieve until there was another loud roar and a flash of light behind the curtains as a lightning strike bolted down outside.


Willow screamed and dove under the blanket, showing uncharacteristic inconsideration for her laptop’s safety. It was the first time in a long while she’d been subjected to her deep-to-the-bone fear.


While there had been stormy, wet and windy weather that had put her on high alert, she hadn’t had to contend with any thunderstorms in well over a year. Any that had passed through the state were either too far away to hear or had been low rumbles during the night that hadn’t woken her up.


She curled up in a ball under the blanket, racked with fear.


“Where are you…” she whispered, eyes shut tight, “Where are you…”

---

Small feet padded quickly along wet grass; a normal-sized back yard like a football field to her tiny frame as she tried to rush across it. Her hair was soaked from the rain that was beating down and clothes stuck to her skin. The striking light she’d come out to investigate was nowhere to be seen, but there was a loud noise that was a very encouraging reason to get back inside.


She finally reached the door but was too little to get the knob and it wasn’t open like it normally was when she was playing outside.


“Miss Annie, Miss Annie!” she screamed for her nanny as much as her little voice would carry.


She was knocking politely, as had been drilled into her, but when there was another rumble of thunder, it turned frantic. A strike of lightning seemed to her to shoot down right where she was standing and she ran, skidding into mud and hitting her head against a wooden frame on the way.


Terrified and bruised, she went around to the front door under the grateful cover of the porch and resumed knocking, hiding behind a pot plant bigger than herself. Her knuckles were white as the fingers pressed into her palm and she was howling along with the wind.


“Daddy! Daddy, where are you? Daddy…Daddy… where areee yoooou?”

---

Willow sniffled, her bottom lip trembling.


“Where are you…Tara…where are you…”


She cried for another moment before that thought really slammed into her and she bolted upright, blanket falling off of her.


“Tara! Where are you!?”


She looked at her watch and grew into a deeper panic when she realised how long her girlfriend had been gone. She scrambled to find her phone and dialed Tara’s number, but it went straight to voicemail.


“Tara! Tara, are you okay? Where are you? There’s, there’s rain and wind, a-and thunder and where are you? Did you get caught in it? Please call me back. I’m texting you now. Please call me back.”


Her past pain on the backburner, she spent the next 10 minutes pacing, texting and leaving ever-increasing panicked messages on Tara’s voicemail, imagining her girlfriend hurt or injured in a thousand ways.


She stared at her phone, willing it to ring, but it stayed deafeningly silent. She slowly inched up to the window and peaked behind the curtain.


It was dark, shrubs and trees were blowing and the rain was landing aggressively in puddles. To Willow, it was like looking straight into the depths of hell and she could only bear it for a second before throwing the curtain back and hunching down to curl herself up.


Her hands were on her knees, squeezing and she was struggling to take in her breath, fear making it raggedy. Panic was pouring from her in waves and nothing like she was used to dealing with; nothing that could be solved with deep breathing, not that she could catch it anyway.


“Oh god…” she groaned, the fear of her girlfriend caught in the storm bigger than anything she’d ever experienced before, “Oh god, Tara!”


She imagined Tara being blown across campus by the wind, pinned to a tree while a lightning bolt shot through her and took her life. She saw Tara slumped, unconscious, face pushed into the mud and limbs being slammed against the tree again and again, which had practically grown arms and legs in her panicked mind to destroy her girlfriend with.


“Tara!!”


Acting on instinct and the adrenaline of fear, she rushed from the room and ran out into her worst nightmare.


“Tara! Tara! Tara!”

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Tara was copying some notes down from a text book, sitting comfortably in the library; her refuge when the rain had gotten heavy on her way home. She had gotten stuck into some homework she’d fallen behind on due to some inevitable Willow-distractions earlier that day.


She finished the chapter of her textbook she had to read and smiled, happy to be finished so that when she saw Willow again it could be disruption free. She packed everything away and glanced up to one of the high windows to see the rain still pelting down.


She sighed as she donned her rain jacket, then just sat down again, thinking it wasn't going to be enough protection from the heavy rainfall. She decided to wait out a few minutes in case there was a lull and picked out a novel to read to kill some more time.


A few pages in, between some rolls of thunder, her ear twitched as she picked up a screech, but didn’t react much. It seemed to get louder and closer until she thought she heard it vaguely resemble her name.


She looked around herself but was surrounded by only a few brave students who weathered the storm to come out, all of whom were deeply engrossed in work that was clearly due soon or they'd be in more comfortable surroundings.


She looked at the rattling doors for a moment, then started to return to her book, but something made her get up and go towards them. She put her hood over her head even just to poke her head out, such was the intensity of the wind but could only hear it whistling.


She went to close it but when it was just an inch away from sealing, she heard the noise again and could much more easily identify the familiar voice behind it.


“Willow?” she asked in confusion, shielding her face with her hands as she stepped out and down a few steps.


She used her hand as a visor and tried to look out but it was so dark and dreary she could only see the rush of leaves on the trees and the streetlamps' light reflecting off the deep puddles below, showing the intensely numbered drops of rain splashing down.


Finally a shadow darted out in the distance that Tara could have easily dismissed as an animal looking for shelter had it not been calling her name.


“Willow?” she yelled a little louder and saw the shadow become still.


“TARA?!”


Tara immediately became concerned as to why Willow was running around campus shouting for her in the middle of such a bad storm. She hurried down the steps, luckily avoiding slipping on the way and out onto the grass that Willow was running towards her from.


They met in the middle and Willow threw herself on Tara, almost toppling them both to the ground in the process.


“Tara! Tara, are you okay? I thought you got lost, in the storm, I thought–”


A shriek of thunder rumbled above them and Willow fell to her knees, adding more muck and grass stains to her already ruined jeans. Fearing Willow had been hit by something, Tara dropped and grabbed her.


“Willow!” she screamed, grabbing Willow's face to see if she was conscious, relieved to see she was but cut deep seeing the terror in her girlfriend's eyes, “You're afraid. You're afraid. It's okay, I'll bring you home. Come on, I'll bring you home.”


Willow started blubbering and Tara helped her up and brought them back to their dorm as quickly as she could. On the way the memory of being told of Willow's childhood trauma popped into her mind and was relieved at least that she understood what the hysteria was about. Willow, however, was unrelieved to be thinking of the same thing, that deep pain plaguing her again now the intense fear for Tara's safety had dissipated.


They were both drenched down to their socks by the time they got back inside and Willow's teeth were chattering from all of the trauma.


Tara brushed some of the wet hair from Willow's brow out of her face, eyes filled with concern for her petrified girlfriend.


“Honey, it’s okay, we're inside, we're home.”


Willow didn’t reply, but she did start trembling. Tara saw and instinct took over, dragging Willow into the bathroom to get out of their clothes.


“Are you okay, sweetie?” she asked when Willow continued to say nothing, “Please tell me if you're okay or not.”


She waited and tried to meet her girlfriend’s eye but saw Willow was deep in her loop of pain and fear. She decided not to push and dried them both off, then brought Willow into the bed, pressing them close together for body heat and comfort.


Her arms were strong around Willow and she left tender kisses on her girlfriend’s temple.


“I know you’re scared,” she whispered, holding her closer, their naked bodies chilled but warming against each other, “It’s okay to be scared, but I’m going to keep you safe.”


She tucked Willow in under her chin and treated her with warm caresses while she repeated those words to her.


They stayed like that, Willow’s trembling turning to occasional shivers and finally to stillness as the storm died down back to the pitter-patter of gentle rain. Her face was wet with tears that had fallen and her first real movement was to instinctively wipe her cheeks against the nearest thing, the top of Tara’s breast.


Tara mistook it for an affectionate nuzzle and dropped a kiss on top of Willow’s head, relieved she was finally reacting.


“There you go, baby, it’s all okay.”


Willow felt comforted by the pet name and really did nuzzle in then. She knew she was safe in bed with Tara but as the haze of fear lifted, she was immediately overcome with embarrassment that she'd gotten into such a state.


She stopped nuzzling and pushed herself away and sat up with her back to Tara, sheet draped over her waist.


Tara scooted over and swept some hair away from Willow’s shoulder, then kissed her softly there.


“What’s wrong, love? Are you still afraid?”


Willow wanted to just fall away and hide forever but she couldn’t deny the tenderness Tara had and was showing her.


“No. No, I feel better...except I feel stupid.”


Tara rested her chin on Willow’s shoulder.


“Why do you feel stupid?”


“For being a baby,” Willow admitted, eventually casting her eyes in Tara’s direction, “Screaming and shaking over a storm.”


“You think you’re a baby?” Tara asked with genuine incredulity, “I think you’re incredibly brave.”


Willow scoffed but Tara was adamant, bringing her arms around her girlfriend’s waist.


“You ran into your biggest fear because you thought I might not be safe. That sounds like bravery of the highest order to me.”


Willow looked to Tara again, slower this time, then finally gave a faint shrug.


“You wouldn’t answer your phone.”


“I’m so sorry,” Tara replied, kissing the corner of Willow’s ear, “I turned it off when I went into the library.”


Willow turned her head fully towards Tara and touched her cheek softly.


“No one ever made me feel safe like that before.”


Tara nuzzled into the touch and kissed Willow’s palm.


“No one ever made me feel safe like that before either.”


Willow's brow creased, she had definitely been firmly on the receiving end of the comfort.


“What did I do?”


Tara rested their foreheads together.


“Let me know you'll always find me in the darkest of times.”


She brushed the backs of her fingers against Willow's cheeks, then pressed their lips together in a chaste kiss. Willow finally noticed they were naked when she became very aware of the touch of their breasts together and couldn't resist a teasing smile.


“You’ll take any opportunity to get me naked, won’t you?”


“I’m sorry, you were so cold,” Tara replied with as much love as ever, “I’ll get you some jammies now.”


She started to move away but Willow held her in place.


“I don’t want ‘em.”


Tara smiled coyly and moved her hands to Willow’s waist, shifting so her girlfriend was sitting in her lap.


“You sure you’re okay?”


Willow pressed the tip of her nose against Tara’s.


“Will be. As long as you promise you’ll keep your phone on next time there’s a storm.”


Tara bumped it playfully.


“I promise wherever I am, I’ll come right home and hold you ‘til it’s over.”


“I love you, Tara,” Willow whispered, doing a slow-press of her torso and chest up against Tara’s.


Tara exhaled slowly and looked up to Willow through her lashes.


“I wouldn’t want to take advantage…”


“You’re not, I promise,” Willow replied, tracing a finger down Tara’s face, “You’re my girlfriend and I want to feel safe…and warm…and good…with my girlfriend.”


Her finger went over Tara’s top lip and was gently bitten before meeting the bottom. She tried not to squirm as she felt a rush of arousal and wondered if Tara could feel it against her thigh.


She got her answer a moment later when Tara’s hands curved around her buttocks and she was encouraged to rock on her. She leaned forward to get the most friction and took Tara’s lips again, passion bubbling up from her belly.


They quickly got tangled in heady kissing, tongues dancing with a playful back and forth. Willow had her hands in Tara’s hair and she was utterly entranced.


“Where did you learn how to kiss so good?” she murmured against Tara’s lips, nipping at her gently, “Wait, don’t tell me, I don’t want to know.”


Tara smiled, sliding one hand up Willow’s spine to her neck.


“You, silly.”


“Me?” Willow asked with a playful roll of her eyes, “Haha.”


“Yes, you,” Tara replied, pulling Willow’s hair gently to turn her and kiss her jaw.


“No, I learned from you,” Willow protested, though was caring less as Tara moved down into her neck.


Tara kissed around to Willow’s throat and up to her chin, finally planting a soft one on her lips.


“Willow our first kiss was my first kiss,” she said, tucking a piece of hair behind her girlfriend’s ear, “I thought you knew that.”


Willow blinked once, eyebrows rising.


“But…but…but you used tongue during our first kiss!”


Tara turned a bright red and glanced away.


“I thought that was what you were meant to do. That’s what they did on TV,” she said with noticeable embarrassment, “I knew I messed it up.”


“Hey, there was none of the mess-age and all of the wonderful,” Willow replied, moving a hand down Tara chest and resting on her breast, “You will never cease to amaze me.”


“I will never cease to love you,” Tara replied sweetly, then tilted her head back and pushed her chest into Willow’s hand, “Or how you touch me…”


Willow moulded Tara’s breast around her hand and worked her nipple taut enough to take in her mouth. Her tongue lolled around Tara's breasts while her hand moved between her legs, stimulating her girlfriend's clit and wetting her own fingers.


Tara ran her fingers through Willow’s hair, the ends still damp but soft to touch. There was an occasional soft tug every so often as Tara pulsed with pleasure and tensed her fingers. She ran her hands down Willow’s back and back up to her hair, pulling her up to kiss again.


Willow felt herself clench as Tara rolled her onto her back and the weight of her girlfriend’s body pressed her into the bed. Tara’s lips were hot on her skin as they trailed her torso and landed between her legs.


“Ohhhhh…oh!”


Her toes curled and released, the earlier trauma well forgotten. She laid herself open for Tara and rolled her hips into her girlfriend’s lips and tongue. Tara worked her up until the brink of orgasm, then pulled back and peppered her with lighter touches.


She kept it up until Willow was incoherently begging for it, then moved back up and took Willow’s lips in a long, steamy kiss. Willow’s back arched as Tara sucked the breath from her, then slowly released her lips, dragging her bottom lip out with her teeth.


Willow’s eyes were dark with lust, slowly finding Tara’s as she breathed in and calmed her red cheeks.


“Vixen,” she said, pushing her hips up against Tara’s.


Tara circled her hips back and pressed a kiss under each of Willow’s ears; tongue flicking out to those sensitive spots she knew were there. She waited to feel the shudder reach her girlfriend’s neck before sliding her hand up Willow’s wrist and linking their fingers together.


Willow’s heart started to pound in anticipation and she jerked their hands quickly between them and dipped into herself first before moving those wet fingers over Tara’s clit.


Tara paused a moment, biting inside her lip and groaning through her teeth. She shifted her hips slightly for comfort and copied the action, to the greater arousal of them both.


They moved with a practiced rhythm, sprinkled with uncontrollable jerks in an intimate dance of bodies. They were kissing faces and necks where they landed until finally their foreheads rested together.


They kissed again with an unhurried passion and their movements slowed to drag out the last few moments. Willow broke the kiss as she rode the wave first, hand reaching out and holding onto the edge of the nightstand. The lamp started to shake in its spot but Willow was too far gone to notice and Tara was in the midst of joining her.


They rocked together, swapping quiet sounds just meant for each other and eventually stilled with murmured exchanges of love that neither were too conscious of making. They settled with Willow sprawled out and Tara curled around her in a C-shape, head resting on her girlfriend’s shoulder.


Willow had her hand on Tara’s arm and was gently stroking up and down while still catching her breath.


“Remind me…to get upset…more often…” she said, actually smiling at the thought of rain again, “Gonna need…lots…and lots…of comfort.”


Tara smiled against Willow’s skin and turned Willow’s cheek towards her.


“Are you okay?”


“I’m wonderful,” Willow replied, slipping her hand up to caress Tara’s earlobe affectionately.


“Yes, you are,” Tara replied softly, eyes happy and adoring, “Are you really okay?”


Willow leaned over and rubbed their noses together.


“I’m okay. And I’ll always be okay as long as my safe place is by my side.”

[zampsa19752001]

Dibs-y goodness...

Yay for excellent update-y goodness... Aww poor Willow freaking out due to a storm... Big yay for Willow finding Tara to comfort her...

[willowtaralover]

YAY new College Confidential

I found it interesting reading the response to my feedback from last time. Becky sounds like she's had a home life very similar to Willow's with the emotionally absent parents, but also one like Buffy's with the father who left her, Joyce, and if you include her Dawn.

I'm also guessing that Beck got her attitude towards relationships from her mother parading new men-friends that she would presumably drop if they ever dropped the 'L' word on her.

I didn't for one moment conside it to be one of those have-to-get-out-of-the-way-chapters. To me it was an important part of the story showing how these three very individual girls became such good friends, particularly Tara and Becky if you compare the two now to how they were when they first met with Becky innocently teasing Tara who felt awkward and a bit of a third wheel in the relationship between Becky and Willow.

Her eyes flickered to Tara, who was lying in the opposite direction and stomach-down... She bit the corner of her thumb as she sent some appreciatory glances to Tara’s butt.

YAY Tara's butt let the sexiness begin

I love Tara's description of the 'Lord of the Rings' trilogy as those really long films lol She is such an innocent.

“I love you, pudding,” she said as she dug her spoon in.

“I love you too, sweetie,” Tara replied without looking up.

Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha this is hilarious

Willow does bring up a very good question, Does Tara have any riends outside of Willow and Becky. I do recall that there was that girl who tried to take Tara from Willow making Will go all Hulkalicious on her butt. Apart from her however does Tara have any friends from her classes?

Wow, I've never seen Willow so scared of anything before, afraid yes but terrified no. I'm assuming that the section in italics is from when Willow was a little child and is where her fear of thunder storms comes from.

I understand her fear for Tara wanting her girlfriend to be safe but couldn't she also contact Becky? She does only live in the flats above so doesn't have to far to come to be there for Willow.

Love the link that Willow and Tara have with one another so that Tara can just hear her name being hollered by Willow but it's enough to get her attention, despite the distance between them.

First helping Becky get over her relationship troubles and now comforting Willow over her fears and telling her how brave she is after Willow dared to go out into her worst nightmare, afraid for her girlfriend. Tara is definitely proving herself to be the mother figure here.

More nice smut but you didn't break me this time lol

[branny72]

I've never had a break-up, but I know copious foods help with other traumas!

Never having a break-up is an amazing feat!! I'm jealous!

“They’re those short, hairy things from those really long movies you made me watch, right?” Tara asked.

That made me laugh out loud!! I am also on Willow's side - pudding is a much better choice than an apple.


I felt bad for Willow for being scared by the storm, but I was glad she found Tara and they made it back to the room safe and sound. All I can say for Tara's 'warm up' method is

As always thank you for the awesome update!!

[kimmy_s]

Hi Laragh

Alas, Neverland hasn't been updated in a little while.

I LOL'd at the "I love you pudding" that happens to me a lot, saying love you to the dog or cat.

Awww so sad for little Willow in the flashback no wonder she's afraid of storms now. Very nice inclusion which brought about an absolutely beautiful and tender scene at the end.

This is by far one of my fave chapters so far. Loved seeing it go from vulnerable Willow to brave Willow facing her fear all for Tara then to the girls making love and pouring every ounce of themselves into one another.

Really great job with the writing it was all so natural I loved it

See you on the next one, hope I can get dibs again!

Kim

[loislane1]

Sitting here with a Blue Moon beer on a quiet Friday night (happy Pi day everyone!) I realized I hadn't posted any feedback from the last couple chapters. Becky had one hell of a hard life growing up lesson and a lot of personal insight with the whole mess around her reaction to Lucas saying he loved her. Broken people can do broken things and in Becky's case that was really obvious as she flamed her relationship with Lucas in such a spectacularly bad fashion.

I particularly loved reading how Tara handled Becky with now accusations and the right amount of support, advice, and quiet strength. I would harbor a guess that is the first time anyone in Becky's life has ever treated her that way. Tara and Willow supporting Becky through her breakup heavy emotions was a really nice scene to read. That was a fantastic view of what true friends can do for one another. The next morning with Becky observing how Tara and Willow interact even in their sleep and how they so completely match one another was very sweet and powerful. Overall in this chapter you did a great job of filling out Becky as a three dimensional character. She is flawed but still very likable and now more understandable.

For the previous chapter we see Willow at a very vulnerable point. This is a nice counterpoint to Tara's panic attack during the whole Mia incident. Both Willow and Tara have personal demons, damage, and scars from their childhoods. I have known individuals who are terrified of thunderstorms. Fear at that level has no logic to it at all just like anxiety (an unwelcome friend of mine) often lacks logic as well. There is usually a basis for it but not a logic to it. In this case Willow's powerfully negative childhood experience has caused this illogical reaction to a common thunderstorm. This is especially powerful as Willow is a logical person and someone studying neuro psychology no meaning at any other time she could give a perfect explanation to her panic but in the moment the panic, anxiety, and fear ruled. I love that her love and concern of Tara overrode her fear of the storm to the point that she went out looking for Tara. Still not the most logical choice but it shows that love is trumping an old fear. Tara's care for Willow was very sweet and the chapter ended on a very nice note.

I look forward to the next chapter and the continuing saga of the college years.

-H.

[Laragh]

zampsa1975 -

Dibs-y goodness...

Well done!

Yay for excellent update-y goodness... Aww poor Willow freaking out due to a storm... Big yay for Willow finding Tara to comfort her...

Glad you enjoyed it

Thanks for commenting!

willowtaralover -

YAY new College Confidential

I found it interesting reading the response to my feedback from last time. Becky sounds like she's had a home life very similar to Willow's with the emotionally absent parents, but also one like Buffy's with the father who left her, Joyce, and if you include her Dawn.

I've never mentioned Joyce or Dawn but Buffy was an army brat in this world with an overprotective father (it's how she met Angel)!

I'm also guessing that Beck got her attitude towards relationships from her mother parading new men-friends that she would presumably drop if they ever dropped the 'L' word on her.

Well Becky had a lot of step-fathers so her mother would have married them but they were never around long.

I didn't for one moment conside it to be one of those have-to-get-out-of-the-way-chapters. To me it was an important part of the story showing how these three very individual girls became such good friends, particularly Tara and Becky if you compare the two now to how they were when they first met with Becky innocently teasing Tara who felt awkward and a bit of a third wheel in the relationship between Becky and Willow.

Uh huh, that's what I wanted to convey, how their friendship had grown.

YAY Tara's butt let the sexiness begin

Perve

I love Tara's description of the 'Lord of the Rings' trilogy as those really long films lol She is such an innocent.

She only watched them to please Willow!

Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha this is hilarious

Willow does bring up a very good question, Does Tara have any riends outside of Willow and Becky. I do recall that there was that girl who tried to take Tara from Willow making Will go all Hulkalicious on her butt. Apart from her however does Tara have any friends from her classes?

Tara's been cautious since the last encounter hence being 'friendly' as opposed to 'friends'. It's also why it was important the Becky/Tara relationship was pushed.

Wow, I've never seen Willow so scared of anything before, afraid yes but terrified no. I'm assuming that the section in italics is from when Willow was a little child and is where her fear of thunder storms comes from.

Yes, it's a story she's told Tara before, so the italics were the flashback.

I understand her fear for Tara wanting her girlfriend to be safe but couldn't she also contact Becky? She does only live in the flats above so doesn't have to far to come to be there for Willow.

Willow wasn't looking for comfort, she was just scared for Tara's safety.

Love the link that Willow and Tara have with one another so that Tara can just hear her name being hollered by Willow but it's enough to get her attention, despite the distance between them.

It's like that feeling you get on the back of your neck when someone you know is near.

First helping Becky get over her relationship troubles and now comforting Willow over her fears and telling her how brave she is after Willow dared to go out into her worst nightmare, afraid for her girlfriend. Tara is definitely proving herself to be the mother figure here.

She's just very caring by nature.

More nice smut but you didn't break me this time lol

I wasn't trying to

Thanks for your feedback!

branny72

Never having a break-up is an amazing feat!! I'm jealous!

You know, I've never dated anyone. It's weird to me. I can totally get behind W/T and love the cheesy romantic stuff but I don't know, I think I'm too socially awkward to date. I much prefer living vicariously in this world.

That made me laugh out loud!! I am also on Willow's side - pudding is a much better choice than an apple.

Right? Tara's cuckoo! Pudding all the way.

I felt bad for Willow for being scared by the storm, but I was glad she found Tara and they made it back to the room safe and sound. All I can say for Tara's 'warm up' method is

Tara's pretty wise when it comes to this stuff

As always thank you for the awesome update!!

Thank you for the feedback!

kimmy_s -

Hi Laragh

Hi Kim

Alas, Neverland hasn't been updated in a little while.

Ah, I see. Well I'm still sending you good luck vibes!

I LOL'd at the "I love you pudding" that happens to me a lot, saying love you to the dog or cat.

Haha!

Awww so sad for little Willow in the flashback no wonder she's afraid of storms now. Very nice inclusion which brought about an absolutely beautiful and tender scene at the end.

The story was mentioned a while ago so I thought it was about time to show it! Glad you liked it

This is by far one of my fave chapters so far. Loved seeing it go from vulnerable Willow to brave Willow facing her fear all for Tara then to the girls making love and pouring every ounce of themselves into one another.

You always pick up exactly what I'm trying to lay down! (which I so appreciate in a reader because sometimes you get people who question what every single line is and add meaning to meaningless ones and miss the important bits )

Really great job with the writing it was all so natural I loved it

Thank you so much, that means a lot

See you on the next one, hope I can get dibs again!

Good luck!

Thanks for commenting!

loislane1 -

Sitting here with a Blue Moon beer on a quiet Friday night (happy Pi day everyone!) I realized I hadn't posted any feedback from the last couple chapters.

That sounds perfectly pleasant!

Becky had one hell of a hard life growing up lesson and a lot of personal insight with the whole mess around her reaction to Lucas saying he loved her. Broken people can do broken things and in Becky's case that was really obvious as she flamed her relationship with Lucas in such a spectacularly bad fashion.

She did and she's bearing the consequences. She really did love him, panicked and destroyed it all. It'll help her get to a place where she's more emotionally able for future relationships, but he'll always be a 'one that got away' and she'll have to live with that.

I particularly loved reading how Tara handled Becky with now accusations and the right amount of support, advice, and quiet strength. I would harbor a guess that is the first time anyone in Becky's life has ever treated her that way.

You're totally right! She's had a shoulder to cry on but never a display of unconditional support like that.

Tara and Willow supporting Becky through her breakup heavy emotions was a really nice scene to read. That was a fantastic view of what true friends can do for one another. The next morning with Becky observing how Tara and Willow interact even in their sleep and how they so completely match one another was very sweet and powerful. Overall in this chapter you did a great job of filling out Becky as a three dimensional character. She is flawed but still very likable and now more understandable.

That is wonderful feedback, thank you so much, definitely what I was going for but not sure I got right, so it's great it came across like that for you.

For the previous chapter we see Willow at a very vulnerable point. This is a nice counterpoint to Tara's panic attack during the whole Mia incident. Both Willow and Tara have personal demons, damage, and scars from their childhoods.

They do and they're healing together, slowly, which I think is really great.

I have known individuals who are terrified of thunderstorms. Fear at that level has no logic to it at all just like anxiety (an unwelcome friend of mine) often lacks logic as well. There is usually a basis for it but not a logic to it.

I'm bipolar and I get a lot of anxiety so I can sympathize with Willow here!

In this case Willow's powerfully negative childhood experience has caused this illogical reaction to a common thunderstorm. This is especially powerful as Willow is a logical person and someone studying neuro psychology no meaning at any other time she could give a perfect explanation to her panic but in the moment the panic, anxiety, and fear ruled. I love that her love and concern of Tara overrode her fear of the storm to the point that she went out looking for Tara. Still not the most logical choice but it shows that love is trumping an old fear.

That was the main thing, that her love for Tara was the strongest force and that it trumped everything else.

Tara's care for Willow was very sweet and the chapter ended on a very nice note.

It's very easy for them to love each other, so it's very easy to write it!

I look forward to the next chapter and the continuing saga of the college years.

Bit of a filler one up next but it was topical over the last couple of weeks.

Thanks for your feedback, every word is so appreciated!

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Update Directly Below

[Laragh]

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TITLE: College 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 first part of the prequel to Hacker Confidential and Family Confidential - the college years!

SPOILERS: Perhaps minor references to the show or stealage of dialogue, but nothing that would spoil the series.

FEEDBACK: Yes please

Chapter 62

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“Did you know it was St. Patrick’s Day this Saturday?”


Tara looked up from her book and shook her head.


“I did not,” she replied before scrunching up her nose, “They’ll have that mushy meat in the cafeteria.”


“Which is soooo different from every other day of the week,” Willow replied with a sarcastic grin as she sat down on the corner of the bed near Tara, “Do you want to go to the parade?”


Tara tucked a piece of hair behind her own ear and dog-eared her book.


“I didn’t know there was one.”


“St. Patrick’s Day? In Boston? You better believe it,” Willow said, laughing, “I’ve been once, it was fun. Even more fun with someone who won’t get wasted...”


Tara shifted uncomfortably.


“Is there a lot of drunk people?”


Willow knew Tara had bad memories of her father and alcohol. She reached over and took Tara’s hand.


“Don’t worry about it, baby. We don’t have to go. It was just an idea.”


Tara watched Willow play with her fingers for a minute, then made a decision.


“No, I’d like to go. I don’t want…I don’t want things that happened before to keep me from doing things.”


Willow squeezed her girlfriend’s hand.


“Okay, well if you’re sure. And if it’s too much, say the word.”


“Thanks,” Tara replied genuinely, “So what happens?”


Willow went over to her laptop to pull up pictures.


“It’s down in South Boston, there’s all kinds of floats and dancing and music, we can get funny hats and then go to one of the bars on the route for food! See?”


Tara sat the laptop in her lap and clicked through some photos of the last parade.


“It looks fun. I’m in.”


“Wicked cool,” Willow grinned, “Hey, Maclay, is that Irish?”


“Maclay is Scottish but my Mom was a Monroe, which is Scots-Irish, more the Irish she used to tell me.”


“Really?” Willow asked intrigued.


Tara nodded.


“Uh huh, my grandparents died before I was born but my mom said either they or their parents emigrated from there, I can’t remember exactly.”


“Wow, like probably on a ship!” Willow replied, eager to know more about the people who made her girlfriend possible, “Do you think it could have been during the potato famine? We learned about that in European History in high school. It sounded…unpleasant.”


“Majorly,” Tara agreed, “I’m not sure about the famine. Sorry, wish I could tell you more.”


Willow leaned over and pecked Tara’s cheek.


“That’s okay, it’s fun to make my own wild and crazy scenarios. Like your grandparents were young and wild and got pregnant with your mom and fled the oppressive Catholic regime to build a new life with their baby in America.”


“Maybe,” Tara replied with an affectionate smile, “All kinds of possibilities…”


She picked her book back up and continued to read, while Willow took her laptop back and planned their day out.

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“Did you know the first St. Patrick’s Day parade didn’t happen in Ireland, it happened right here in Boston in 1737? And did you know St. Patrick was Welsh? And did you know–”


Willow was bleating on about all her ‘facts’ she had learned for the day. She was dressed head to toe in green; socks, capri pants and a colourful t-shirt. Tara had opted for more toned down attire in some black slacks, a white tank and green sweater. They were walking from the T station towards where the parade was going to start, and music was starting to float through the air.


“Do you hear it?” Willow continued, clapping her hands, “It’s bagpipes! I bet they’re the real Irish ones too! Did you know there were different types? The Scottish ones…”


Tara half-listened to Willow’s long-winded explanation but couldn’t deny feeling grateful when the music became too loud to hear her properly. She felt bad for thinking that and slipped her hand into her girlfriend’s and gave her a kiss on the cheek.


Willow beamed, feeling quite smug that her beautiful girlfriend was showing her affection in front of so many people. And people there were many.


The crowds had gathered; much as Willow had anticipated but Tara was surprised by, not as highly aware of the city’s culture. Willow was small and stealthy enough to be able to pull them to a decent spot with a good view of the street.


“Isn’t this fun?” Willow gushed, basking in the glow of green all around, “I feel like I’m in New York on Thanksgiving or New Year’s or something!”


Tara wasn’t quite as enthused but did enjoy watching some Irish dancers as they passed. Willow found her head bobbing as she tried to keep up with the speed their legs were moving. She wondered secretly if she was capable of trying it but decided that would be a task best suited to an empty dorm room with closed curtains.


She was getting a little pushed around, so she used Tara as a backrest for protection. Tara closed her arms around Willow and kept her safe from the bustling crowd.


“Do you like the music?” Willow shout-asked above the jingling that seemed to be playing from everywhere.


“It’s…flute-y,” Tara replied, mouth closer to Willow’s ear, “I remember my mom liked a lot of Irish rock stuff…U2, Van Morrison, Thin Lizzy, The Cranberries. She had tapes we always listened to in the car. I had them for a while after she died and I’d listen to them in my Walkman but it stopped working.”


“That sucks,” Willow replied, frowning, “We’ll get you more, I’d like to listen too. I think my Dad was a closet U2 fan. Hey, I wasn’t the only one in the closet living there!”


Tara hid a laugh in Willow’s shoulder, who felt it and smiled. They were surrounded by thousands of people, but she felt like they were in an intimate embrace, just the two of them.


They watched the parade for a while, then decided to follow it from the sidewalk and watch that way. It was a pleasant stroll, nothing moving too fast, though their view was hindered slightly as they moved away to walk easier.


Willow was all too delighted to buy a green, white and gold floppy top hat from a vendor on the street. She loved feeling so entrenched in the community she wasn’t even a part of.


“This is great! I’m pretty sure I don’t have any Irish ancestors but I totally feel it!”


“Are there any Jewish festivals we could go to?” Tara asked, trying not to laugh each time she saw the ridiculous hat.


“Mostly just the private holidays,” Willow replied, turning and pecking Tara’s lips, “But I love you for asking.”


By the time they’d reached the end of the parade, they’d been walking for over an hour and had covered at least three miles, stretching them out into the late afternoon. Willow waved to the dancers and marching bands as they finished and disbanded, feeling like she was interacting with real celebrities.


“They’re so talented, it’s amazing,” she said, voice awed, “Do you see the skinny, flute-y, recorder-y thing those guys are playing? That’s the tin whistle; it’s played during a lot of Celtic music. It’s the sound at the opening bars of ‘My Heart Will Go On’.”


“That song makes me sad,” Tara replied with a frown.


“Well, yeah, it’s supposed to!” Willow said back but squeezed Tara’s hand for good measure, “So have I totally bored you or do you want to catch an early dinner?”


“I’d love to catch an early dinner,” Tara replied, much more keen on the idea of a cosy pub lunch than a loud parade, enjoyed it though she had.


“Great!” Willow replied, delighted to prolong their day with some real date-like activity, “Let’s go down here a bit and find somewhere that isn’t so crowded.”


They walked down a few side streets and passed a lot of bustling pubs with people pouring out of the doors, drinking and smoking. They finally found one where at least the doorways were clear and stepped inside.


It was certainly busy but off the beaten path enough that there wasn’t chaos, just a buzzing ambiance. It was a quaint place, looking typically like one would imagine an Irish pub might; an oak wood bar with long stools and beer paraphernalia hung up behind around an Irish flag. There was a real wood fire in the corner warming up the place and there were some decorations strewn about; looking somewhat haphazard like someone remembered at the last minute to do it.


There were some men in Irish rugby shirts huddled around a television watching a game, but the sound was off and music reminiscent to that of the parade was being piped through. There were a collection of tables set up and a couple were still empty, but Willow grabbed the last booth in a corner and slid into the seat, leaving her novelty hat down beside her.


There were menus held up by the napkin holder at the end of the table and Willow had hers plucked by the time Tara sat in the other side.


“Want to try Guinness?” Willow asked, grinning over her menu.


“Not particularly,” Tara replied honestly, glancing over at someone at a nearby table glugging down some of the black stuff.


Willow was swinging her legs beneath the table like a child.


“I feel like I should be trying something Irish.”


“Have some Irish cream or something instead,” Tara suggested.


“That sounds good,” Willow replied, eyes lighting up, then turning on the puppy-dogs, “Will you get it for me?”


Tara couldn’t help but smile and grabbed her wallet to get her ID.


“Right,” she replied, scooting out of her seat again, “Sure.”


She went up to the bar and came back with a small tumbler glass with ice and a beige liquid half-filled. She put it down by Willow’s knife, who instantly picked it up, smelled it and took a sip.


“This is yummy,” she said, smiling a little goofily at the slight burning warmth, “Hey…do you mind me…?”


Tara shook her head.


“Not at all actually. Thought I might. But I don’t.”


“Well, that’s good!” Willow replied, happy for the much bigger reason of Tara moving away from the traumas she’d endured.


Tara picked up her menu, smiling too.


“Yeah. It is.”


“Try some?” Willow ventured, remembering Tara had enjoyed her tipple of champagne on her birthday.


Tara took the glass, stirred it a little, then took some too.


“That is pretty good,” she had to agree, “It’s sweet.”


She set the glass back down and picked her menu up again. Willow was already near finished reading it.


“You know, the Irish don’t really eat corned beef and cabbage.”


Tara’s lips quirked on one side, amused.


“Have you got more facts for me?”


Willow’s cheeks tinged red, visible even under the dim lights.


“Just sayin’. It’s American-Irish, not Irish-Irish. Which is why I’m getting bacon and cabbage. Which is actually ham and cabbage, but they call ham, ‘bacon’. I learned that when we visited that summer going around Europe.”


“You visited Ireland?” Tara asked, curious.


“Um. Well. We stopped at the airport,” Willow replied sheepishly.


Tara pointed at something on the menu.


“Does the lamb stew cover your cultural test?”


Willow nodded, happy they were both going ‘authentic’.


“Yes! Absolutely. But did you know potatoes originated in South America?”


Tara didn’t quite take in everything Willow said, but did enjoy watching her speak so animatedly. She loved the way her girlfriend’s eyes lit up and the warm curves of her smile.


Willow had just reached the potatoes migration to Europe when a stout man in his forties with silvery hair came up to them, in clean black slacks and a polo shirt with the bar’s name embroidered on the breast pocket. He took a pen from behind his ear and a notepad from his front pocket. Willow was quick to leave her menu down.


“I will have your bacon and cabbage, please,” she said, a proud grin plastered on her face.


“Going for the real Irish dish, good girl, all I’ve been hearing is corned beef all day,” the waiter said with a rouge-ish smile and Irish lilt, “Would you like some colcannon with that instead of the standard mash?”


“Definitely,” Willow replied, trying her hardest to seem like she knew what he was talking about.


Tara ordered her stew and a glass of ice water and the waiter left, while Willow scrambled to pick up her menu again.


“Oh thank god. It’s just mashed potato with cabbage in it.”


“You know I don’t think I’ve ever seen you willingly ask for vegetables before,” Tara replied, smiling to another young man as he came to deliver her water, “Two portions, even.”


“Well, I’ve never had cabbage,” Willow replied with a shrug, “But it’s just like lettuce, right?”


Tara deigned not to answer, hiding behind a long sip of her drink. Their food came out steaming from the kitchen and Willow tucked in straight away. She took a big forkful of cabbage by itself. She tried not to gag; it had neither the flavour nor texture she was expecting. Tara was quick to offer some water.


“Use some of the sauce, you liked the Brussels sprouts when you put the gravy over them.”


Willow poured a generous amount of the creamy parsley sauce that accompanied her dish over the cabbage and tentatively took a smaller bite. It masked the taste enough that she could eat the rest, while the shredded pieces in the mashed potato barely registered. She loved the flavour of the ham and spent a good chunk of her meal savouring it.


Tara had been served a huge portion of stew along with a big piece of crusty bread and only managed to finish half of it. Willow not-so-slyly swapped her empty plate for Tara’s bowl and started to finish that off too.


“Mmm, so good,” she said, feeling a piece of lamb melt in her mouth, “I know I’m being a pig.”


“I like a girl with an appetite,” Tara replied, hands gently resting atop her full belly.


“No wonder you love me, then,” Willow replied, spearing a piece of carrot and turnip onto her fork and swirled them around in the gravy, “You’re right, dip ‘em in sauce and they are good to go!”


She finished it all and scooped up the rest of the gravy with the bread.


“This tastes like it was just baked. You get used to wonder bread and forget what the real stuff tastes like.”


“Try it with the butter,” Tara encouraged, pushing the small dish towards her.


Willow spread some of the butter over the bread and took a bite, sighing happily as she chewed.


“Cafeteria food sucks, you know that?”


“It’s a hell of a lot better than some people have,” Tara replied.


“I know, I know, I’m being a brat,” Willow replied, resisting the urge to pick the plate up to lick it, “Just wish we could eat like this every day.”


Tara leaned forward, chin resting on her hands.


“When we have our own kitchen I’ll cook you all kinds of things.”


Willow brightened at the prospect and accompanying implication.


“You will?”


Tara nodded.


“I’m no gourmet but I know some basic meals, and I’d love to learn more. Being able to experiment and just do it for fun…that would be amazing.”


Willow couldn’t help thinking back to why her girlfriend had been forced into learning how to cook and gathered it was never ‘for fun’.


“Well, I’m gonna make sure you have the best kitchen and books and ingredients and anything else you need,” she replied, smiling to keep the mood, “Not like I won’t be getting anything out of it!”


Tara answered her smile and their waiter came back to collect their dishes.


“Can I get you girls some dessert?”


Willow’s eyes lit up; always room for something sweet in her stomach. Tara saw her look.


“Okay…what is an acceptably Irish dessert?”


Willows eyes went wide.


“Um…I don’t know. Crap,” she said, turning her head up to the waiter, “What are the real Irish desserts?”


“Well when I was a lad we’d have a nice apple crumble or a bread and butter pudding of a Sunday,” he replied, politely waiting with dishes in hand.


Willow exchanged a glance with Tara, then nodded.


“We’ll try the apple crumble, to share.”


The waiter smiled and went off again. Willow got a secretive smile on her face after a moment and left the booth to go speak to him when he returned to the bar. Tara watched them glance over at her, then exchange some words before Willow returned.


“What was that hushed conversation about?” Tara asked with an amused smile.


“I learned something in Irish,” Willow replied giddily, taking both of Tara’s hands across the table, “Tá grá agam duit go deo.”


“And what does that mean?” Tara asked, suitably charmed.


Willow brought each of Tara’s hands up and kissed her knuckles.


“I love you forever.”


Tara flushed with delight.


“I could say it in French…”


Willow grinned.


“I could say it in Spanish too, but let’s wait for Cinco de Mayo.”


Tara laughed and linked their fingers so she could squeeze their palms together, but they only got a moment before they had to separate when their dessert was served up along with two coffees topped with cream.


“Here you go, an apple crumble and two Irish coffees, on the house.”


“Oh thank you,” Willow replied, liking the glass the coffee was served in, “What’s Irish about it?”


“What do you think, love?” the waiter asked, throwing them a wink before he left again.


Willow held the glass up by the handle and took a sip, licking away the cream-moustache it left behind. She gave a gentle cough but was smiling.


“Yup. Very Irish.”


Tara held the glass itself for the warmth and tried hers too.


“It’s sweet too,” she said, enjoying it as she took another sip, even when the whiskey burn hit the back of her throat, “I can see why people get drunk so easily when they make it all take so good.”


“Yeah and when they call them ‘coffees’ and ‘iced teas’!” Willow replied, shuddering remembering her last encounter with deceptively alcoholic beverages, “This crumble looks good. And hey, fruit! Fruit AND veggies today. Are you proud?”


“Very,” Tara said, taking a spoonful of the dessert and offering it across the table.


Willow loved the gesture and loved the fruity dessert even more. Tara had a spoonful and a half to taste it, but opted to fill the little room left in her with the coffee, seeing as it was an occasion. Willow was all too happy to have more for herself and cleaned her third plate of the evening.


“Okay,” she said as the last morsel passed her lips, “That’s it. Can’t eat any more.”


“The night is young,” Tara replied, sipping one of the last sips of her coffee, enjoying the buzz from it but happy not to have any more.


Willow shook her head, hands on her bloated belly.


“Nope. No way can I eat another thing.”


“Nothing?” Tara asked, the barest hint of a grin on her face.


Willow almost groaned at the thought of fitting more in.


“Nothing.”


“Nothing at all?” Tara asked again, eyebrow quirking up.


“Nothing at a–” Willow started, but finally recognised the look on Tara’s face, “Oh. Yes, definitely, there is…always room.”


She smiled her own gleeful smile and both of them suddenly felt great need to leave the lovely establishment they’d gotten so comfortable in. Tara went off for a quick bathroom trip while Willow paid and thanked their helpful waiter, making sure to leave him a nice tip.


They hurried to the nearest T station which thankfully wasn’t too far as Willow had developed a food-waddle. They found seats on a relatively empty cart and Tara put her sweater over their waists so she could discreetly rub her girlfriend’s tummy.


Willow leaned her head on Tara’s shoulder and mumbled a thanks. The ride back to their station gave them time for food to settle, and for some quiet closeness, though it became more strained as the cart got busier.


They decided to get off a stop early and walk the last few blocks home. Willow shivered when they exited the station and Tara had her sweater on her girlfriend’s shoulders in seconds before taking her hand.


“Thank you,” Willow replied, loving the couple-y stuff, whichever one of them it came from.


They talked about the stars on the short walk home and were back to a suitably romantic feeling by the time they reached their dorm.


Tara walked in first and sat at the foot of bed while Willow leaned back against the door, closing it in the process. Her lips slipped into a smile and she pushed off the wall to walk with a sexy saunter over to Tara.


“Will you kiss me even though I'm not Irish?”

[zampsa19752001]

Dibs-y goodness...

Yay for great update-y goodness... They sure did have nice time... Can't wait for the rest of the celebrations...

[branny72]

Another fantastic update!! St. Patrick's Day is my favorite holiday. I loved all the tidbits about the holiday and the Irish. I have a mild obsession with Ireland and seeing all that just made me smile!!

I'm looking forward to the next update!

[willowtaralover]

YAY new College Confidential

Laragh, I may be a perve over Tara's ass wiggle but let's face it, she does have a sweet caboose

“Did you know it was St. Patrick’s Day this Saturday?”

I know the date Mar 17th but are you sure about the day? We had it on a Monday.

A big yay on Tara not letting her past hold her back and going to the parade with Willow.

Loving Willow first showing off her braininess with all the 'facts' about St Patrick and then her childlike excitement at hearing the parade.

...Willow wondered secretly if she was capable of trying... the irish dancing... but decided that would be a task best suited to an empty dorm room with closed curtains.

Now this I would love to see lol.

“I like a girl with an appetite,” Tara replied, hands gently resting atop her full belly.

As Amber herself once noted in an online film 'guys like girls with curves'.

“Here you go, an apple crumble and two Irish coffees, on the house.”

Willow and Tara; a couple so awesome they get food and drink for free.

Tara being such a tease when Willow says she can't eat anymore.

Such a great, light hearted chapter after recent drama's with a little sauciness from Tara and sweet Willow/Tara loving. Just why I love them both so much.

[Laragh]

zampsa19752001 -

Dibs-y goodness...

Woo!

Yay for great update-y goodness... They sure did have nice time... Can't wait for the rest of the celebrations...

Hope you enjoy

Thanks for commenting!

branny72 -

Another fantastic update!! St. Patrick's Day is my favorite holiday. I loved all the tidbits about the holiday and the Irish. I have a mild obsession with Ireland and seeing all that just made me smile!!

I'm so glad you liked it! St Patrick's Day is always fun when you're Irish so I thought it was about time I had these gals celebrate.

:balloons I'm looking forward to the next update!

Hope you like it!

Thanks for your comment!

willowtaralover -

YAY new College Confidential

Laragh, I may be a perve over Tara's ass wiggle but let's face it, she does have a sweet caboose

Can't deny it, but don't let Willow catch you!

I know the date Mar 17th but are you sure about the day? We had it on a Monday.

I am quite sure because this is set in 2007.

A big yay on Tara not letting her past hold her back and going to the parade with Willow.

Little steps lead to big ones!

Loving Willow first showing off her braininess with all the 'facts' about St Patrick and then her childlike excitement at hearing the parade.

She's great for the brain power when you need it!

Now this I would love to see lol.

I think she'd end up kicking herself in the face.

As Amber herself once noted in an online film 'guys like girls with curves'.

And girls like girls with curves.

Willow and Tara; a couple so awesome they get food and drink for free.

I think he was just enamored with the fact that they didn't order corned beef and cabbage!

Tara being such a tease when Willow says she can't eat anymore.

She can really push it when she wants to!

Such a great, light hearted chapter after recent drama's with a little sauciness from Tara and sweet Willow/Tara loving. Just why I love them both so much.

Hope you'll enjoy the continuation then!

Thanks for your feedback

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[Laragh]

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TITLE: College 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 first part of the prequel to Hacker Confidential and Family Confidential - the college years!

SPOILERS: Perhaps minor references to the show or stealage of dialogue, but nothing that would spoil the series.

FEEDBACK: Yes please

Chapter 63

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Previously:

They talked about the stars on the short walk home and were back to a suitably romantic feeling by the time they reached their dorm.


Tara walked in first and sat at the foot of bed while Willow leaned back against the door, closing it in the process. Her lips slipped into a smile and she pushed off the wall to walk with a sexy saunter over to Tara.


“Will you kiss me even though I'm not Irish?”

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Tara held Willow by the waist and looked up.


“I could give you a little one.”


Willow leaned down and pressed their lips together, then rubbed their noses off one another.


“So…what do you want to do?”


One of Tara’s eyebrows lifted.


“I thought we were kinda on the same page…”


Willow blushed.


“No, we are…just thought…did you want to take a shower, or will we light some candles or…?”


Tara turned her head to sniff under her arm.


“Do I smell?”


“No!” Willow replied quickly, eyes wide, “God, no. I meant together.”


Tara held her hands out for Willow to take. Willow walked over and took them while Tara pulled her into her lap.


“I’d love a nice shower with you but the water always goes cold before we can stop it. Mood killer.”


Willow linked their fingers and rested her forehead against Tara’s.


“Well one day we’ll have a nice bathroom to go along with that kitchen.”


Tara brushed her lips against Willow’s and scooted back just a bit.


“And a nice bed like in the hotel…but this one will do for now.”


Willow grinned against Tara’s lips and pushed enough forwards for them to fall back onto the bed. Their hands lifted above their heads, still joined, and Willow pressed her body flush against Tara’s. Their shirts rid up so their stomachs grazed, giving Willow the first jolt of desire.


“Mmm, Tara-tummy is the best kind of tummy,” she purred into her girlfriend’s ear.


Tara brushed her fingers against the small of Willow’s back.


“How many have you tested?”


Willow sat back and unbuttoned Tara’s sweater from bottom to top.


“It’s a know-it-when-you-feel-it kinda situation.”


She pushed the sides of Tara’s sweater off and bunched up her girlfriend's shirt to kiss her stomach. Tara moaned luxuriously and used her middle finger to lift her shirt up above her bra. Willow took the invitation and kissed along the tops of Tara’s breasts, letting her tongue move under her girlfriend’s bra and over her nipple.


Tara pulled the cup down to expose her breast, then made an awkward writhe of getting her shirt over her head and sleeves of her sweater off with it. Willow helped, getting her hands under right as Tara arched her back up to unhook her bra and toss it off. Her mouth devoured Tara’s skin as it came into view, lips caressing her pebbling flesh and teeth helping stiffen her nipples into peaks.


“Mmm, Willow…” she moaned, running her fingers through her girlfriend’s hair.


Willow’s shirt found its way to the floor and Tara was palming her girlfriend's breasts over her bra and then whilst bare as their lips found their way to each other again. They touched lightly, then with more passion, heating up each other’s skin and sending heartbeats thundering.


Pants had been divested through blind yanking and shimmying and their thighs were hugging until Willow made an unhurried journey down to Tara’s hips.


She pulled the waistband of her girlfriend’s panties down at the hip and kissed there, then followed the line, pulling the elastic down a little more each time lips touched skin. When she got to Tara’s other hip, she took the panties between her teeth and dragged them down past her knees and off.


Tara, normally quick to help rid herself of that particular garment, stayed still and watched aroused as they were tugged from her. She felt a deep throb between her legs when Willow growled as she tore them off and flicked them to the floor with her mouth.


Willow saw Tara flush and grinned as she crawled back up her body, approaching with a predatory leer and wiggle of her hips.


“I see you, baby,” Tara whispered playfully with an answering lopsided smirk, hands sliding down Willow’s sides.


Willow arched her back enough to press their breasts together and moved in for a kiss but jerked back quickly when she felt Tara tug her panties over her butt.


“Wait!”


Tara held her hands up to show she’d stopped. Willow jumped up, turned all the lights off, then got back into bed, shimmied herself out of her panties and covered herself with the blanket as she flicked the switch on the lamp.


Tara waited patiently, but had a look of confusion.


“What was that about?”


Willow couldn’t quite meet Tara’s eyes.


“Um…I’m feeling…a little pudgy. All that food.”


Tara moved over Willow but didn’t put any weight on her.


“You look perfect to me,” she said, but noticed Willow looked uncomfortable still, “We can stop–”


“No! No, no, no,” Willow interrupted quickly, “Don’t wanna stop.”


Tara smiled and pressed a long kiss against Willow’s lips; slipping her tongue out against her girlfriend’s lips. She cupped Willow’s breast and paid some oral attention there, but her head had barely popped under the blanket when Willow was pulling her up again.


“Wait, stay up here.”


While not an usual request, Tara could tell by Willow’s tone it wasn’t desire for eye contact that prompted it. She moved back up and kissed each of her girlfriend’s cheeks.


“Willow, what’s wrong?”


Willow looked back at the wall, then up at the ceiling, over to each nightstand before finally looking at Tara, cheeks flushed and puffy.


“I did something silly and now I’m embarrassed.”


“I like silly,” Tara replied with a smile, “What did you do?”


Willow covered her face with her hands.


“I thought it was really funny until right this moment when I have to show you.”


Tara trailed a finger from the base of Willow’s throat down through her breasts.


“Willow, whatever it is, you don’t need to be embarrassed. It’s just me.”


Willow blew out a short breath.


“Okay. Close your eyes and sit back for a minute.”


Tara obliged and waited for the okay to look. It came in an uncomfortable tone and some awkward shifting a minute later.


She opened her eyes and saw Willow’s face first. She lingered there as she always did before her eyes took in the rest of her girlfriend’s body. Her eyebrows raised a quarter inch or so when she first noticed a green hue from the corner of her eye and settled on a rough and slightly crude shamrock shape shaved and dyed into her girlfriend's mound.


“…wow. You really love St. Patrick’s Day,” she said, unable to hold back a grin at the unexpected sight, “Did you think I wouldn’t notice that eventually? And feel it?”


Willow turned her head into the pillow and groaned. She tried to yank the blanket up over her again but Tara caught her wrist.


“Don’t. I think it’s cute. I think it’s pretty, I love it.”


Willow crossed her legs slightly to obscure it a little.


“Just supposed to be a little surprise-y thing for you,” she mumbled, wondering how she’d ever thought the idea would be ‘fun’ and not ‘wholly embarrassing.”


Tara gently eased her hand between them, to cup Willow.


“It was. I can’t believe you went to all that trouble, I think it’s adorable,” she said genuinely, though was curious, “Is that just regular hair dye?”


Willow shook her head.


“No, it’s especially for…you know. I went, actually I went to that hippie store you like in the city with all the dream catchers and stuff.”


“Crystal Sky?” Tara asked, remembering browsing in there with Willow once or twice.


Willow nodded.


“I looked online and they were the only stockists of this stuff in Boston and I didn’t have time to order it online so…” she trailed off and saw Tara trying not to laugh, “It’s not funny, I had to buy a bandana and some Aztec headband thing-y and, and a ridiculously over-sized peace sign necklace and try and hide it all under them! And then she didn’t give me a bag! It was really embarrassing, okay, and it was a really stupid idea! I feel ridiculous.”


She stopped to take a breath and met Tara’s eye.


“Will you just pretend it’s not there? We can turn the light out again.”


“If it would make you more comfortable, but I really do like it,” Tara replied softly, “But I’ll stay up here if you don’t want me to see it, can we please keep the light on? The moon isn’t out enough and I want to see you.”


“Yeah, okay, if we stay face to face,” Willow agreed with some quick nods of her head, “And it’ll grow out and I’ll find a patch or something to cover it.”


Tara left a soft kiss on Willow’s shoulder blade.


“I don’t want you to do that, I think it’s sexy and fun and I’d really like to get up close and personal. But I won’t do anything that makes you uncomfortable.”


Willow used her foot to kick the sheets up.


“Just put the blanket over us again.”


Tara hated that Willow was so uncomfortable and hoped she hadn’t done anything to contribute to it. Willow had obviously gone to great length to pull off her little surprise and Tara was excited to have some fun with it; but whatever had caused the dynamic to shift had and she just wanted Willow to feel better and would try to convince her at a less heated time.


“‘Course,” she said, moving over Willow again and draping the blanket over so it fell off just past her shoulders.


She slid a hand down Willow’s side and gripped her hip, while pressing their lips lightly together; a feather-light caress.


“I love you.”


Willow closed her eyes as Tara trailed into her neck, forgetting her woes for the soft licks and gentle bites on her skin. She used the angle to tongue Tara’s ear a little and went wild when it was returned.


They kissed and caressed until they could feel each other’s arousal as their thighs slid along each other. Willow started to reach down, then quickly lifted her hand up to slide into Tara’s and brought them down together.


There was the obligatory minute of adjusting and a shared awkward smile until they found their groove. Willow focused her efforts on Tara’s clit, while Tara dipped inside Willow, ran along her lips to rub her bud and back to repeat the cycle.


“Tara, you’re driving me crazy,” Willow panted, her inner muscles clenching to pull Tara in and clit throbbing after every few seconds of not getting attention.


“I’m trying to,” Tara whispered in her girlfriend’s ear seductively, and Willow felt herself physically gush out.


“Fuck.”


She started to strum Tara’s clit harder, knowing her girlfriend would up the ante as she got closer to orgasm to try and give them a mutual one. As she predicted, as Tara’s breath became laboured, her fingers dipped in deeper and the cycle became much quicker; giving Willow three solid thrusts and three quick rubs with a soft massage of her lips.


She grinned that her plan had worked and lifted her leg over Tara’s hip so they were bumping and grinding into each other.


“Tara…mmm…I’m…mmm…yes…”


Tara was pumping her hips behind the trusts of her hand, making their thighs glide hotly against each other. Her belly was sliding over Willow’s mound and she found herself getting quite aroused knowing that secret present just for her was there, as somewhat outlandish as it was.


She grabbed her girlfriend’s other hand and slid their palms against each other, lifting their hands above Willow’s head. Willow felt Tara squeeze their fingers into each other at the same time as Tara squeezed her fingers inside.


“Fu-uck,” she said again, finding the duality wholly erotic, “Tara, I’m coming.”


“Oh god, me too,” Tara panted back, face red with beads of sweat coming off her brow, “Come with me.”


Willow could only nod and buried her fingers deep in Tara, her girlfriend’s heat stimulating her enough to break with the final swell. Her knee dug into her girlfriend’s buttocks and Tara came with her with a last thrust; their hips colliding together in a messy but delicious heap.


Tara’s head rested between Willow’s breasts and they lay just like that for a long time; legs eventually straightening and hands reclaiming themselves but with as little movement as possible.


They both seemed to sigh at the same time, taking in the air of their lovemaking while Willow wrapped her arms around Tara’s body.


More time passed and Tara was drawing lazy circles on Willow’s shoulder.


“Can we have a real fire?”


Willow had been half-asleep and was glad she hadn’t jerked when Tara pulled her out of it.


“Huh?”


“With our kitchen and bathroom,” Tara explained, “Can we have a real fire?”


Willow lazily stretched out an arm and let it flop back onto Tara’s back.


“Sure we can. Anything you like.”


Tara turned her head up and popped a kiss on Willow’s lips.


“I’d like a fire to go along with my fiery wife.”


Willow felt her heart skip a beat; they talked about their future all of the time, but that was still one of the first times she’d really thought of that term. She realised how endeared she was to it, how much she wanted that title.


I’m gonna be her wife one day. We’ve promised each other that. She really loves you, doofus.


She reached out to touch Tara’s face and trailed a finger on her cheek that trailed off gently.


“I, um, overreacted a bit. I just thought it would be so cute and fun and then it was like ‘crap I have to show her! And it’s GREEN!’ And I still feel a little silly.”


Tara leaned down and nuzzled their noses.


“I told you, I like silly.”


Willow giggled and returned it, then kissed Tara’s nose and all around her face before settling them.


“Tell me more about our house. Can we have those recline-y sofas?”


Tara nodded.


“Oh yes. And soft fluffy rugs on wooden floors and big windows and…”

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“…-low? Is that okay?”


Willow snapped out of a daydream and realised four heads were staring at her.


“Um…hmm?”


“We were going to finish up early,” Lauren, one of Willow’s study-group mates said, “If that’s okay with you?”


Willow realised she was in the library and not cloud-spotting in a private field with Tara as her mind had been telling her.


“Um, yes! Absolutely,” she said, closing over her books, “Got this stuff down anyway. Um, same time Tuesday?”


“If you can actually dedicate a whole five minutes without thinking about your girlfriend,” another girl, Jane remarked somewhat snidely, “We all know what that glassy eyed look is for, but some of us are in this group to help our education.”


“Poor Janey isn’t getting any, is she?” the final member, a guy named Kenny, also Willow’s Chem Lab partner piped up.


Jane shot him daggers and Willow gave him a soft, grateful smile.


“I’ll be more, ah, present, next time. Sorry.”


“Whatever,” Jane said, rolling her eyes and packing her things up.


Willow gathered her things in her arms and gave a finger-wave to her two peers that didn’t hate her at that moment.


She dragged her feet out of the library and across campus, feeling bad for not concentrating. Though it was easy to let her mind wander, she normally had a pretty good grasp of focusing in school and related activities, but that was because she knew Tara was in class too. A re-scheduled Saturday afternoon study group where Tara was free to be with her made it harder to maintain attention.


If I was a dwarf, I’d be Dopey. Dopey in love. Tara would be Bashful. And hopefully Happy too.


She got back to the dorm and was displeased to find it empty, though heard the shower going. She left her things down and knocked on the bathroom door.


“Tara? I’m home.”


There was a quiet but detectable crashing sound, then silence before Tara called back out.


“I’m, um, in the shower.”


Willow opened the door a crack and peered in.


“Want some company?”


Tara had her back to the door and stayed still without looking over to Willow.


“…I’m almost finished.”


“Right,” Willow replied, leaning against the door and taking a shamelessly long look at Tara’s rear, “Okay…”


Tara waited a few moments before speaking again, voice slightly nervous.


“Can you give me a minute? I’ll be out in a bit.”


Willow got the hint and grumpily pushed off and closed the door. She sat on the bed and brought her knees up to her chest. She looked at her nails and wondered if she was due another manicure and if Tara would do it for her again. She loved the intimacy of only them knowing what it was for.


Upon thinking that, Willow suddenly realised why Tara had sent her off like that and that she’d probably disrupted some ‘alone time’.


The shower shut off a minute or two later and Tara came out in a robe, tied tightly at the waist. Willow looked up and smiled.


“Hey, you. Sorry for disturbing shower-time. Didn’t mean to…you know. Interrupt,” she said, blushing slightly and trying not to stumble over her words, “Actually kinda glad you do it too, feel like less of a perve.”


Tara was playing with the end of the tie on her robe. Her cheeks flushed.


“I-I wasn’t…” she trailed off with an embarrassed smile, “But you shouldn’t feel like a perve.”


“Oh,” Willow replied, feeling stupid, “Sorry. Assumed. Know what that means, ass outta you and me.”


Tara came over to the bed, though to Willow it seemed like she floated and landed near her. Tara looked Willow over, biting the corner of her lip, which Willow found highly stimulating.


“You’re wearing your glasses.”


“Oh yeah,” Willow replied, hand moving up to take them off, but fell away just short as she recognised Tara’s tone and grinned, “Oh. Yeah.”


Tara couldn’t resist and leaned over to kiss her girlfriend – she always got a flutter in her belly when she saw Willow in her glasses; remembering the first time they’d laid eyes on each other.


She scooted closer and moved over Willow, encouraging her onto her back. Willow massaged the back of Tara’s neck and smiled against her lips.


“You know, you are a huge distraction,” she murmured.


Tara pressed a kiss to the corner of Willow’s mouth.


“What am I distracting you from?”


“Nothing right now, but I got a bit of a dress-down for getting googly-eyed thinking about you in study group,” Willow said, eyes glancing down, “And it wasn’t even naughty.”


“I’m sorry,” Tara replied, though seemed anything but.


Willow grabbed the tie on Tara’s robe and tugged it open.


“You’ll have to make it up to me.”


Everything went still for a moment and Willow was starting to wonder if she’d done something wrong. She watched Tara sit back and straddle her while shrugging the robe off, leaving her naked.


Willow wiggled beneath, very in the mood for some weekend afternoon delight. She started to sit up, intending to disrobe as well, but her eye caught something first. Her head dropped to look Tara square between the legs.


Where Willow had her off-centre shamrock, Tara had a neater heart, a fresh vibrant red. She stared for several long seconds, then slowly lifted her head to meet her girlfriend’s eyes. Tara looked shy, but made no effort to hide herself.


“So we can be silly together. And you don’t have to feel like the odd one out.”


Willow was struck dumb that Tara had done that for her. Her mouth opened but closed again after a few seconds of not being able to find words. She pushed herself up and embraced Tara in a hug.


Tara hugged back and kissed Willow’s cheek.


“Do you like it?”


“I really do,” Willow replied, moving back to take another look and surprising herself with how alluring she found it, “And I feel a lot better about mine. It’s like having a temporary tattoo but only we know each other has it.”


Tara gently poked her middle finger between Willow’s breasts and pushed her back onto the bed.


“I got really turned on thinking just that last night.”


“You did?” Willow asked, heart speeding up at Tara’s touch, “But I barely even let you see it.”


Tara trailed her finger down and around Willow’s shamrock.


“Yeah, but I could feel it. It was secret and sexy. Still is.”


Willow quivered as Tara’s fingertips touched the top of her lips before going back to tracing. She reached out and copied the motion on Tara’s new heart.


“It feels really weird.”


Tara slowly leaned down so her body curved into Willow’s.


“I know but it’s fun.”


Willow felt herself grow aroused as they rubbed against each other and was quite taken with the idea of their secret world.


“We can make it even more fun…”


Tara started to press kisses along Willow’s jaw.


“Yeah?”


“Yeah,” Willow replied through an exhale as Tara kissed around her ear, “I, I can be a, a sexy leprechaun and you can be cupid.”


“Mmm?” Tara replied, listening but more focused with where her mouth was.


Willow nodded quick, mind whirring to think up something.


“Yeah and…and cupid falls from heaven and gets lost. So she looks for a leprechaun…a sexy leprechaun…to make a wish to get her wings back.”


Tara made a non-committal noise as she nibbled on her girlfriend’s lobe, which Willow took as a sign to continue.


“She finds the sexy leprechaun, who invites her inside. She shows cupid her pot of gold and impresses her with, um, how well she uses her shillelagh. And, and like everyone knows, if you ever capture a leprechaun, she has the magical power to grant three wishes in exchange for her release. The sexy leprechaun says cupid captured her heart and she doesn’t want to be released, but she is honour-bound to grant the wishes anyway. So, ah…so, um…ah…”


Willow floundered and realised she wasn’t being the least bit sexy, but Tara came back and kissed her lips sweetly.


“Cupid wishes to release her cupid powers so she can stay on earth, then for her sexy leprechaun to be free of her leprechaun responsibilities and for them to live happily ever after.”


“Yes! Yes, that is exactly what happens,” Willow replied, relieved to save some face, but didn’t worry for too long after as Tara was kissing her again and clouding her thoughts with nothing but the feel of lips on lips.


She ran her hands along Tara’s spine and slowly turned her girlfriend onto her back. She palmed a breast and took great pleasure in it, moaning into Tara’s mouth. When Tara’s nipples were taut, she moved down to tongue them and let her hand float down to Tara’s heart again.


She had fun feeling the outline and making Tara shiver by drawing a W inside it, but couldn’t resist the allure of moving down between her girlfriend’s lips. Lying half on top of Tara, she moved around to wet her fingers, then found her girlfriend’s clit and coaxed it out.


Tara’s legs fell apart and she exhaled a long, slow breath. She moved her hips encouragingly and held Willow’s head to her breasts to feel the stimulation from both.


“Mmmm…Willow…more…”


Willow thought about drawing it out and teasing Tara as she had been teased the night before and countless times previously, but ultimately couldn’t deny her girlfriend and vigorously rubbed her.


She listened to Tara’s moans and lifted her head to watch her girlfriend come when she sensed it coming. Tara’s body rose just a bit off the bed as she tensed, then relaxed.


Willow kept her hand where it was, but still, for a minute then let her fingertips dance up Tara’s side. She kissed over her girlfriend’s eyelids, then each corner of her mouth.


“Thanks for shutting me up,” she whispered against Tara’s lips, “Guess I should stick to the tamer and saner dirty talk, huh?”


Tara stretched her legs while her lips quirked up on side.


“You’re very dedicated, I’ll give you that.”


“Well, hey!” Willow grinned back, “I don’t think most role-play games end with ‘lived happily ever after’!”


Tara ran a hand down Willow’s hair, fell off at her shoulder and moved down to her breast.


“How about ‘lived happily ever after and had lots of great, hot sex’.”


Willow felt her belly flop and stared to rub Tara’s nether-heart.


“That sounds more like it.”


They started to kiss again and were getting heated when Tara pulled back a bit, noticing how much attention her new design was getting.


“Do you prefer me tighter like this?”


Willow’s brow creased, confused.


“Have you been doing those kegel exercises or some–” she started, voice squeaking to a halt when she realised she misunderstood and quickly answered hoping Tara didn’t hear her properly, “Oh, uh, well it’s a fun novelty but I’d be happy to grow out together again. I’m all for the neatness-keeping, but it was a pain in the butt doing this and it’s completely wonky anyway. Yours is all nice and pretty, but more hassle than it’s worth. So, uh, yeah. I vote back to normal.”


Tara turned Willow’s head to kiss around her ear.


“Me too.”


Willow closed her eyes and felt her heart start to pound a little.


“Still a little in awe that you did this for me. Like, not just as a surprise but because you wanted me to feel better. Kinda…mind-blowing that someone cares like that. I know I should be used to it, you’re so good to me, but you blow me away every day with all the love you give. I know I said back to normal, but that’s not because I don’t like it, but just because I love you all natural, all Tara. Actually your comfort is most important. I want an all-comfortable Tara. So whatever you–”


She was cut off as Tara kissed her again and smiled sheepishly when they parted.


“I talk too much.”


“I just want to make sure you take a breath,” Tara replied, nuzzling their noses, “I love listening to you.”


Willow felt a lump catch in her throat and was quick to kiss Tara again. She let Tara roll her onto her back and laid her body out for her girlfriend to love.


Tara made a slow journey of Willow’s body, kissing and touching her girlfriend until she was quivering. Tara put a hand on Willow’s outer thigh and kissed her way inward, delighting in the cry produced when her tongue slid between Willow’s lips.


She wrapped her arms around Willow’s thighs, spread her and brought her right down to her mouth to give her as much pleasure as possible. Willow made her appreciation quite vocally known and writhed into Tara’s touch; one hand in the sheet and the other in her girlfriend’s hair.


She was so on edge that she was already coasting when Tara had just started to touch her. Her body heat was rising and her breath was getting shorter until her back finally arched and orgasm raced through her body.


Tara attended to Willow until the hand fell limply away from her head, then kissed her way back up, rubbing the tension from her girlfriend’s belly. She kissed over Willow’s fluttering heart and up her throat where her girlfriend was still drawing quick breath. She tilted Willow’s chin down and kissed her softly.


“You’re magically delicious.”


Willow snorted with laughter and brought a hand up lazily to cover her mouth.


“How long have you been waiting to say that?”


“This morning when we were eating breakfast,” Tara admitted with a giggle, “I love you.”


“I love you, too,” Willow replied, kissing Tara warmly.


They kissed and cuddled for a long while until Willow started to grow hungry.


“Wanna grab some dinner?”


Tara sighed happily, not ready to move yet.


“In a bit.”


Willow decided her belly could wait; she wasn’t ready to get up from that spot either.


“Mmm…yeah…all the time in the world.”

[zampsa19752001]

Dibs-y Goodness...

Yay for excellent update-y goodness... I really liked their celebrations... I really loved how Tara made Willow feel better after her surprise...

[branny72]

Fantastic update and celebrations!

I love how Tara tried to make Willow feel better about her surprise.

[willowtaralover]

YAY new College Confidential

Got pretty scared when the KittenBoard suddenly vanished from the internet :(
but at least here at Xita.org we have a temporary base to post on

Don't worry Laragh, I won't let Will catch me. I don't want my favourite redhead going all dark and veiny on me lol.

Only a few lines in on a new chapter and already it's hot and steamy smut ahoy. Not that I'm complaining mind

“I see you, baby,” Tara whispered playfully with an answering lopsided smirk, hands sliding down Willow’s sides.

Shakin that ass,shakin that ass lol

LOL Loving Willow's shamrock shaved into her pubic hairs, just wonder how she got it done without Tara finding it in the first place ,sneaky Willow I would have thought that maybe Becky had had a hand in it somewhere as she has a tendency to lead Willow astray.

I'm really surprised by Willow's attitude to her shaven pubes as she's usuallythe more brazen of the couple. Icould easily picture herleaning back on the bed and showing it off in all its glory while Tara gently strokes it

Willow felt her heart skip a beat; they talked about their future all of the time, but that was still one of the first times she’d really thought of that term. She realised how endeared she was to it, how much she wanted that title.

It's nice seeing Willow thinking about her future with Tara.

If I was a dwarf, I’d be Dopey. Dopey in love. Tara would be Bashful. And hopefully Happy too.

I'd like to think that Tara would be the Disney Princess. Princess Tara has a certain ring to it.

How cool is Tara having herown hair strimmed into the shape of a heart. Once again she proves herself best girl friend ever, and one with a great sense of humour.

[Laragh]

zampsa1975 -

Dibs-y Goodness...

Yay for excellent update-y goodness... I really liked their celebrations... I really loved how Tara made Willow feel better after her surprise...

Glad you liked it

Thanks for commenting!

branny72 -

Fantastic update and celebrations!

Glad you liked it!!

I love how Tara tried to make Willow feel better about her surprise.

She's considerate like that.

Thanks for your comment!

willowtaralover -

YAY new College Confidential

Thank you for the enthusiasm, I love it!

Got pretty scared when the KittenBoard suddenly vanished from the internet :(
but at least here at Xita.org we have a temporary base to post on

It's out of our hands as we're waiting for the server guys to redirect the right url, but this is the same old board just at a different address, so don't worry about posting, just do as you would

Don't worry Laragh, I won't let Will catch me. I don't want my favourite redhead going all dark and veiny on me lol.

That's a fate I wish on no one!

Only a few lines in on a new chapter and already it's hot and steamy smut ahoy. Not that I'm complaining mind

Hope so, otherwise you won't like this chapter very much either!

Shakin that ass,shakin that ass lol

I'm glad you got the reference

LOL Loving Willow's shamrock shaved into her pubic hairs, just wonder how she got it done without Tara finding it in the first place ,sneaky Willow

Not too complicated, she did it in the shower and got dressed in there so it was hidden from Tara until they went to bed later.

I would have thought that maybe Becky had had a hand in it somewhere as she has a tendency to lead Willow astray.

No way, Willow would have been way too embarrassed to go to Becky.

I'm really surprised by Willow's attitude to her shaven pubes as she's usuallythe more brazen of the couple. Icould easily picture herleaning back on the bed and showing it off in all its glory while Tara gently strokes it

It was new and different and she wasn't sure how Tara was going to react. She's slightly more boisterous but she's not totally shameless.

It's nice seeing Willow thinking about her future with Tara.

I think she thinks about it often!

I'd like to think that Tara would be the Disney Princess. Princess Tara has a certain ring to it.

I agree!

How cool is Tara having herown hair strimmed into the shape of a heart. Once again she proves herself best girl friend ever, and one with a great sense of humour.

Tara is so very considerate and I agree, funny as heck!

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Update Directly Below

[Laragh]

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TITLE: College 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 first part of the prequel to Hacker Confidential and Family Confidential - the college years!

SPOILERS: Perhaps minor references to the show or stealage of dialogue, but nothing that would spoil the series.

FEEDBACK: Yes please

Chapter 64

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Willow followed behind Tara in the lunch line, getting a sizeable portion of tacos. She frowned when she reached the snack section.


“Hey, there’s no pudding,” she said with a pout, picking up a snack pack of Oreos instead, “Guess these will do. I was never allowed to have them.”


Tara glanced over her shoulder.


“Oreos?”


They found a table and sat down.


“Yeah, too much sugar or something,” Willow replied with a nod, “I guess I was pretty hyper-active anyway. I always went for the chocolate chunk when I started buying my own food.”


Tara started to eat the salad accompaniment to her lasagne.


“There weren’t many cookies in my house either.”


Willow munched through her tacos, managing to only drop one piece of meat onto her shirt, which didn’t stain. She politely wiped her fingers instead of licking them clean, then tore open the Oreos.


It was a different look to her classic chocolate chip, but she appreciated the layering effect of the Oreo. She snapped it in half and popped it into her mouth.


“Wow, these are really good,” she said while still chewing, quickly polishing that one off, “Who knew what I was missing out on? Bye bye chocolate chip!”


“I think you’re supposed to dunk them in milk,” Tara commented, still only half way through her lasagne, “Haven’t you seen the commercials where they twist them off and dunk?”


“Oh yeah, I have!” Willow replied, snatching Tara’s empty plastic cup of water and pouring the last half of her milk carton in there.


She twisted the cookie and it came apart in three pieces, but it didn’t dissuade her from dunking each part in the milk and eating it.


“Mmm…” she said, wiping the cookie crumbs away from her mouth, “Would I be going against my promise to try and eat better if I went and got another pack?”


“You can eat what you like,” Tara replied, settling her silverware down neatly on her plate.


“Okay!” Willow replied and jumped up to go buy another snack pack.


She twisted and dunked with greater success this time and decided that Oreos would officially replace pudding as her go-to treat.


Tara watched amused and let a milk moustache linger without telling her girlfriend for a minute before reaching over and wiping it away with a napkin. Willow blushed and took the napkin to dab at her mouth.


“So, ah, was your lunch good?”


“Not as good as yours it seems,” Tara replied with a smile, then checked her watch, “I have to be in class in 5.”


“I’ll take care of your tray,” Willow said, reaching over to squeeze Tara’s hand.


Tara got up and kissed Willow’s cheek, then set off. Willow watched until she was through the doors.


Hate to see her leave but love to watch her go.


She sighed and gathered up the trays, dumped the trash and set them back. Her next class wasn’t for thirty minutes, so she set off for the library to kill time.

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Tara walked down the hallway, tired after the long day. She went into the dorm and was instantly greeted with a big smile, then a warm embrace as Willow stood up from the desk and came over to hug her.


Tara closed it and relaxed.


“How did you know I needed that?”


“Didn’t; I needed one too,” Willow replied, kissing the corner of Tara’s ear.


Tara held on for another few moments, then pulled back and rubbed Willow’s shoulders.


“Bad afternoon?”


Willow smiled.


“Nope, but I can always use a Tara-hug. What’s up, buttercup?”


Tara left her satchel by the door then sat on the bed to take off her shoes.


“Nothing bad, just long day. Couple of pop quizzes.”


Willow got down on her knees and took over the task.


“Well, that sounds serious. I don’t think one hug is gonna do it. You’re going to need one dose of foot rub and lots of follow-up appointments.”


She plucked Tara’s socks off, then sat up on the bed and brought Tara’s feet into her lap. Tara lay back and rested her head on the pillow.


“You’re the best.”


“I want to be the very best,” Willow replied, then added on with a grin, “Like no one ever was.”


She continued to hum.


“It's you and me… I know it's my destiny.”


Tara reached to touch Willow’s shoulder, thinking she was singing some kind of love song.


“You’re sweet.”


Willow blushed and decided to quit while she was ahead. She massaged Tara’s soles and ankles.


“Does this feel better?”


“So good,” Tara replied, wiggling her toes, “Hey, I got you a present.”


“You did?” Willow asked, face lighting up.


Tara nodded.


“Will you get my bag?”


Willow wandered over and brought Tara back her satchel. Tara flipped it open and produced a bag of Oreos. Willow clapped and grabbed them.


“Thank you, thank you, thank you!”


She dropped down on top of Tara and kissed all over her face to the sound of giggles. She took Tara’s cheeks in her hands and kissed her on the lips.


Tara felt herself melt with the intensity and waited to feel a hand slip under her shirt when it fell from her cheek.


The touch never came, though and Willow broke off to turn her head into Tara’s neck. Tara appreciated some intermittent kisses for a few second, but then noticed an odd sound.


She took her neck away and saw Willow sucking on an Oreo. She quirked an eyebrow.


“Did you just stop kissing me to eat a cookie?”


“Maybe,” Willow replied guiltily, swallowing the last of it.


Tara crossed her arms over her chest.


“You have to choose, me or the Oreos.”


Willow’s eyes went wide.


“You. That’s not even a question.”


Tara pretended to think about it, then dropped her arms and smiled.


“You don’t really have to choose,” she said, reaching over to take another cookie from the pack.


She twisted off the top and put it between her teeth and leaned over. Willow met her in the middle and bit it off, chewing while their lips caressed.


“Mmm,” Willow moaned, lips vibrating against Tara's, “Good because I don't want to give up either. Oreo on Tara-lips...I'm just about in heaven.”


Tara got an idea and left the bottom half of the cookie down for a second. She moved herself over Willow and took her girlfriend's hand, and had her sail her fingers through the buttons on Tara's shirt.


Willow felt her stomach flop as her fingertips brushed against Tara's skin and started to tilt her head down to kiss the exposed tops of her girlfriend's breasts. She was stopped just before connection when Tara sat back to straddle her. Willow's pout of disappointment didn't last long as she watched Tara reach behind herself with one hand to unsnap her bra. She found it the most alluring of ways for that particular garment to be removed; her thighs squirming under Tara.


Willow was transfixed by her girlfriend's shapely breasts softly bouncing with Tara's quickening breath. She saw Tara reach out, her eyes following as her girlfriend picked up the other half of the cookie. It was put in front of her mouth, and though it took a second for her to realise why, she eventually licked the cream part so it was moistened.


She stared, beginning to lightly pant as Tara lifted the cookie to her chest and rubbed the creamy filling over her nipples, then left the remainder on the nightstand.


Willow could feel her panties getting wet and couldn't stay lying there any longer. She sat up and curved her hands around Tara's hips, whilst licking the smears from her girlfriend's nipples.


Tara tilted her head back and shuddered when Willow's teeth scraped off her nipple. She felt the zipper on the back of her skirt being pulled down and laid off to the side to help get it off. She felt Willow's lips move up her collarbone and lifted her girlfriend's chin to kiss her properly.


Tara felt her naked skin bristle against the fabric of Willow's clothes and started to pull at her girlfriend's shirt. Before going to yank it off, she got a better idea and pulled away from Willow with a pop.


Willow’s lips stayed parted when Tara pulled away such was the intensity. She watched Tara pick up the cookie again and had an errant thought of how efficient her girlfriend was to get so much use out of one cookie, but it was quickly swept aside for thoughts of the raunchier variety when Tara pulled the elastic on the only thing left on her, her panties, and dropped it in.


Willow grinned and had Tara on her back in seconds, kissing and nipping her stomach.


She made a careful effort of dragging Tara's panties off her body, then kissed her thighs and up to her mound where she finally ate the cookie. She wasn't sure whether she found it sexy or ridiculous or both, but she was having fun and she knew Tara was too.


Tara shivered in delight at the tender kisses being placed under her belly button, but poked Willow's clothed shoulder in annoyance.


“Why am I naked and you haven’t even taken your socks off?”


Willow looked up for a second, then moved up Tara’s body, leaving soft kisses in her wake.


“You should be asking yourself that, you are the in-house Willow un-dresser.”


“Well, I can’t shirk my duties…” Tara replied, running a finger along the exposed 'V' of Willow's shirt.


Willow felt her heart thud as Tara brushed over it.


“You sure know how to cement a girl’s taste in cookies, you know.”


Tara's lips quirked up on one side as one hand undid the buttons.


“You should see what I do with an oatmeal raisin.”


Willow giggled.


“I bet I’d love it.”


Tara undid the last button and pushed Willow’s shirt to the sides so she could kiss her girlfriend's stomach. Willow loved the hot press of lips on her skin and started to moan as Tara moved up around the curve of her bra. She sat up and shrugged her sweater off, leaving her skin freer for Tara’s touch.


Tara moved down and pulled Willow’s socks of; her pants and underwear following quickly afterward. She sat with her knees under her, pulling Willow into her and had her girlfriend wrap her legs around her waist before moving onto more stimulating activities.


Willow’s breath became heavy as Tara massaged her breasts and tweaked her nipples, growing wetter with each passing caress. She started to quiver when she felt a hand slide down and between her legs to rub her clit.


Her back arched as Tara stimulated her until she was soaked, then felt the long fingers slide inside her. A low groan left Willow’s lips and she squirmed into Tara’s hand, hips begging for more.


Tara worked Willow for a bit, then added a third finger inside and used her other thumb to rub Willow’s clit. She was getting more than damp herself feeling the cross of Willow’s ankles on her lower back and the fingernails that were digging into her outer thighs where Willow had rested her hands.


Willow pumped her hips towards Tara’s stomach, taking her fingers deeply until a final wave wracked through her and she came with a moan straight from her toes.


She took in some steady breaths and released Tara’s thighs, light nail indentations already there. She reached her hands out and sighed happily when Tara took them, and they detangled to lie together again.


“You…” Willow said, tiredly lifting Tara’s hand to her mouth to kiss, “Are wonderful.”


Tara smiled and left a lingering kiss on Willow’s cheek and rolled over the rest of the bag of Oreos in the process.


“I’m gonna put your cookies away so I don’t crush them.”


She threw her legs over the side of the bed and put the cookies in the nightstand. Willow shuffled over and sat up to kiss along Tara’s shoulder blade.


“Did you hear me? I said you’re wonderful.”


Tara closed the drawer and gathered her hair off to the other side.


“Yes, I heard.”


“Good,” Willow replied softly, kissing the back of Tara’s neck, “Want to make sure you know.”


She brought a hand around and cupped one of Tara’s breasts, catching the nipple between two fingers.


Tara leaned her head back onto Willow’s shoulder and moaned. Willow put her legs over the bed, each alongside Tara’s, so her front was pressed into her girlfriend’s back.


Willow kept one hand on Tara’s breast and nipple and placed her other palm flat on her girlfriend’s stomach. She rubbed there and got some shaky moans as her fingertips dipped between Tara’s legs.


Tara’s legs spread, bringing Willow’s out in the process too. Willow gently bit down on Tara’s shoulder as it caused her to rub against her girlfriend’s lower back. Tara could barely contain herself as the teeth scraped her and Willow’s wetness pressed into her skin. She put her hand on Willow’s forearm and slid down to her hand, covering it and pushing it further between her legs.


She kept it there as her clit was rubbed, which Willow found all too arousing. The position was only giving her intermittent friction but she was still sensitive and growing heated just from touching Tara.


Their laboured breathing synced, while Willow pinched and squeezed Tara’s nipples and rubbed as fast and hard between her legs as she knew her girlfriend would enjoy. Tara’s hand tightened over Willow’s but still didn’t let go. It drove Willow wild; her moans matching Tara’s in intensity.


All her attention was on Tara and she’d stopped even trying the odd rub on her girlfriend’s back, but she still found the familiar heat rushing through her. Her hand squeezed Tara’s breast as she came again with a squeaky cry into Tara’s neck.


The extra shake of Willow’s hand sent Tara over just a few seconds later, thighs clamping around their clasped hands. She slumped back against Willow, who miraculously didn’t fall over and they stayed like that, pressed together everywhere. Eventually they scooted back and fell into spooning; Willow curled around Tara as she had been before, one hand on her girlfriend’s belly and the other under her neck.


Tara had one arm over Willow’s on her waist with a hand resting on top of the one on her stomach and the other bent up to join the hand hanging down past her shoulder. Their legs were tangled and Willow’s chin was on Tara’s shoulder.


After a while, Tara started to rub her palm up and down Willow’s forearm on her waist and looked over her shoulder with a curious smile.


“Did you come from touching me?”


Willow smiled back bashfully.


“Yeah, I think so. Mostly.”


Tara turned away again and played with Willow’s fingers, smiling very softly.


“...cool.”


“Cool,” Willow repeated, feeling quite pleased by the experience.


“Do you know what time it is?” Tara asked, noticing the sun had set since when she’d first come in.


Willow took the great effort of looking over to the alarm clock. A tiny grin played on her face when she saw the date but she hid it quick and resumed her position.


“It is 8:02pm on March 31st…another month you’ve made my life wonderful,” she said, hugging Tara close, “You start your internship, work-shadow-y stuff next week.”


“I almost forgot,” Tara replied but was too relaxed to worry about it, “Do you want to order a pizza?”


“God yes,” Willow replied, but didn’t move, “Flip you for who has to get up.”


Tara let out a noise of discontent.


“I bought you Oreos and let you lick them off me.”


“Oh yeah,” Willow replied, grinning, “Okay, I’ll get up.”


She rolled out of bed and looked around for her pants to retrieve her cell phone. She finally bent down and looked under the bed and pulled them out.


“Hey, can you be careful with my pants when you’re throwing them off me? My cell phone is going to break one of these days.”


“Sorry,” Tara replied, using her foot to rub Willow’s thigh, “You do get to play with my boobs though.”


Willow smirked.


“Well…you make a very compelling argument,” she said as she brought up the pizza place number, “Pepperoni and mushroom?”


Tara nodded.


“And some lemonade.”


“And some of that cheesy garlic bread,” Willow replied as she rang the number, “Uh, hi, can I get a delivery please…”


She ordered their food and threw on some sweats and a tee to open the door when it arrived. She hungrily grabbed a slice from the box when it did, as Tara poured them some glasses of lemonade.


“Is the pizza amazing in Italy?” Tara asked, taking a slice and pulling it right up over her head to break the cheese.


“Hmm?” Willow replied, tearing off some of the garlic bread and chewing on it happily.


“You said you went to Europe one summer,” Tara replied, eating more demurely, “What was the pizza like?”


“Oh, pretty good,” Willow nodded, “Really thin and nice sauce. Their margarita is a lot better than our old ‘plain cheese’.”


Tara smiled.


“I really like that, with the little blobs of pesto. Remember that Italian restaurant we went to in the city and we shared the pizza?”


“Mmm, yes!” Willow replied happily, “Yeah, that was a pretty good replica. You know what’s a lot better than you would think too? Cold soup.”


Tara giggled.


“Really?”


Willow smiled, loving hearing her laugh.


“Uh huh. They’re big into it in Russia. And the Dutch cheese is great.”


Tara’s nose wrinkled but Willow just kept smiling.


“I know what you’re thinking, but even the stinky ones are good. You know what I will never ever get my head around though? Raw herring. Can’t do it. Just can’t do it.”


“Did you try?” Tara asked.


Willow nodded emphatically.


“If by try you mean ran away and refused to open my mouth,” she replied, folding over a slice of pizza to make it extra-cheesy, “You know what was weird though? They let me have wine some places. I felt pretty sophisticated but I hated the taste.”


“Yeah you’re more of a Long Island Iced Tea kinda girl,” Tara replied with a lopsided grin.


Willow blushed.


“I’m never going to live that down, will I?”


“I’m sorry did you say ‘live that down’ or ‘feel me up?” Tara asked and got a piece of bread thrown at her.


“I said sorry like a thousand times since then.”


Tara leaned over and kissed Willow’s cheek.


“I know, but you’re fun to tease.”


“Well you’re the expert,” Willow replied, picking up another slice, “Hey…would you let me eat pizza off your pussy?”


Tara looked at her own slice, under, over and then squeezed the top.


“If you wiped all the grease off first.”


Willow grinned.


“I was only kidding but I love you for your answer.”


“There’s only one thing I can think of that I wouldn’t let you eat off me,” Tara replied, quite serious.


“What’s that?” Willow asked, curious.


Tara waited a beat but couldn’t stop the smile.


“Stinky cheese.”


Willow laughed.


“I would never taint the wonderful Tara-scent.”


She lay down next to Tara and kissed her shoulder.


“There’s nothing that tastes better than whatever I’m eating lying in bed with you. A chicken salad sandwich would be better than a Michelin star restaurant steak as long as we were cuddled up close and sharing.”


Tara held her slice up to Willow’s mouth, who took a big bite with a smile. She returned the gesture and they finished off the rest of the pie like that, sneaking kisses between bites.


When they were done, Tara curled into Willow’s side and rested her head on her girlfriend’s breast.


“I have homework to do…but I don’t want to do it right now.”


Willow stroked Tara’s hair and curled the ends around her fingers.


“I hope you appreciate the rarity of what I’m about to say…homework can wait.”


“Wow…” Tara replied, lifting Willow’s shirt enough to draw circles on her belly, “Did I just hear Willow Rosenberg say that?”


Willow kissed the top of Tara’s head.


“That’s how you know how much I love you.”

[zampsa19752001]

Dibs-y goodness...

Yay for excellent update-y goodness... Domestic happyness...

[branny72]

Another amazing update! Fantastic and creative use of the Oreo's. Poor Willow still hasn't lived down the Long Island Iced Tea situation. I have to say that I feel her pain, there are a few Long Island Iced Tea situations I'd love to live down as well. Damn dangerous drink.

Thank you for making my Wednesday better!