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TITLE: College Confidential
WRITER: 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 98 ********
Willow lay under Tara, playing with the strands of hair across her forehead.
“I still haven’t gotten used to these.”
Tara had been half asleep from the latest round of ‘reacquainting’ but woke up and looked up through her lashes.
“You hate it cut like this, don’t you?”
“No, I think it’s really sexy actually,” Willow replied, wiping the hair from Tara’s face and watching it fall back, “But I don’t think there’s a way to be Tara and not be sexy.”
Tara shook her bangs out and rested her cheek on Willow’s shoulder.
“I’m letting them grow out anyway. It keeps getting in my eyes when I’m trying to draw.”
“What’s that like, the classes over here?” Willow asked, intrigued.
“Different,” Tara replied, musing, “Interesting. Long lunch breaks. Students don’t really ask questions, which is good because I struggle to keep up when more than one person is talking. I’ve told you all this before, I’m probably boring you.”
“No, it’s okay, I’m interested,” Willow replied, bending one arm under her head, “It’s so nice to be able to see your mouth move when you speak. Tell me more.”
Tara thought for a moment.
“I’m going to London next week.”
“No way, really?” Willow asked, excited for her.
Tara smiled demurely.
“Uh huh, we’re taking the Eurostar to visit The National Gallery.”
“Wow, that’s so cool. ‘Gonna hop on the train to London’,” Willow replied in an awful English accent, sighing wistfully, “If you see a blue phone box you have to take a picture for me!”
“I will, I promise,” Tara said, even understanding the reference, then started kissing along Willow’s shoulder-blade, “I’ll put a little post-it in my passport to remind myself.”
Willow’s eyes stalled on the ceiling, travelled back and forth for a moment, then she sighed.
Shit.“Tara…I have to make a confession.”
Tara perched on her side and ran her palm flat down her own stomach.
“I have put on weight, haven’t I?”
“What?” Willow asked, brow creasing, “No. I don’t know. That doesn’t matter to me.”
Tara took in a soft breath and exhaled it slowly.
“I’m not going to be pissed at you for the rest of the weekend, am I? Because I think I’d rather not knowing.”
Willow took in a breath as well, though held it for a moment to build her courage.
“I have to be honest with you,” she said, reaching for Tara’s hand and holding it, “I had to root out my passport…and I broke into your locked box, and found the letters inside when I did.”
The look on Tara’s face gave nothing away.
“I see.”
“I didn’t read them,” Willow quickly replied, than added on sheepishly, “Well, I started to. But I stopped.”
Willow waited a tense few moments for a reaction, and was utterly relieved when Tara just kissed her cheek.
“It’s okay. Sometimes I just write down things I can’t say to people’s faces. You can read them if you want. You let me read your letters in your journal.”
“Well that was different, they were all to you,” Willow replied, though was wringing her hands around each other, “Although I did see some to me and I’m curious about what you couldn’t say to my face…”
Tara laid down and shared the small pillow with Willow.
“Well, there’s some from before we dated. There’s one from the night before I tried to seduce you, apologising, and one from the morning after we did get it on saying I was glad it all happened how it did and I wouldn't change it for anything. Then one or two others, I think. Not a lot, until the one from the wee hours before I left for here when you tried to break up with me,” she replied, staring up at the ceiling, “Where I said that I hoped one day you’d see yourself as being as worthy to receive the love you give to me.”
She squeezed Willow’s hand, which was still in hers.
“And that I’d just keep loving you until you did.”
“You’ve said that to me before,” Willow replied, resting her cheek on Tara’s shoulder.
“You’ve heard…” Tara replied, turned her head to meet Willow’s gaze, “But I don’t think you’ve ever listened.”
Willow was deathly quiet trying not to reveal the lump in her throat or glisten in her eye.
“There might have been some more, I don’t recall exactly,” Tara continued, turning back to the ceiling, “There’s probably 50 or 60 letters in there to different people. It’s just an outlet and I know we both promised to keep talking to each other. I don’t write many to you anymore.”
Willow blinked and cleared her throat.
“Sure, it’s sorta like an occasional journal. You should keep at it, if it helps. It’s a psychological tool, actually, writing your feelings to someone, even if you never send it. I used you as my journal person because you’re who I feel safest to be open with. Sometimes I really need to remind myself of that.”
Tara turned her head in on the small pillow, placed two fingers on Willow’s cheek to turn her in as well, then kissed her softly.
“I love you, Willow-pillow. Seeing you again is the best part of the trip. I was coming home today to cry from missing you on our anniversary.”
“Oh, sweetie,” Willow replied, rubbing Tara’s side, “Hate thinking of you crying here alone. If that happens again, text me and I’ll call. Doesn’t matter what time it is for me or if I’m in class, I’ll leave. You’re my number one, you know that.”
Tara traced Willow’s lips with her fingers and kissed her again.
“Not something to worry about right now.”
“Very true,” Willow replied, smiling again, “You know, I thought this tiny bed would be a drag but…I sure do like the cosiness.”
Tara stretched her legs and used her feet to play with Willow’s.
“I’m so looking forward to tangling our feet and letting our breathing slow and actually getting a good night’s sleep for the first time in weeks.”
The thought was luxurious to Willow as well, but she faked a pout.
“I haven’t been doing a very good job if you’re thinking about sleep.”
Tara smiled coyly.
“No complaints there.”
“I haven’t lost my touch?” Willow asked, curving her hand around Tara’s rear.
“Definitely not,” Tara murmured, kissing into Willow’s neck and sighing with deep contentment, “Mmmm…where to take you to dinner? The food is amazing here, and I promise, no frog’s legs.”
“Arms, backs or any other part of them either!” Willow replied with a shudder, “Can’t we just order in?”
“You want to order in?” Tara asked, quirking an eyebrow, “We can order in any old day at home. It’s our anniversary.”
Willow pursed her lips for a moment, then tried to adopt an adorable get-out-jail-free smile.
“I kinda didn’t bring any clothes, except the ones on my back…and I need to wear them home.”
Tara gaped for a moment.
“Willow!” she said, clutching Willow’s upper arm, “You don’t want to see the Eiffel Tower, or eat at a fancy restaurant or see the city at all? What about seeing Foucault's Pendulum? You were seething with jealously when I told you about visiting the Panthéon. I even went back to the Musée des Arts et Métiers just to get you a picture of the original.”
Willow shrugged and Tara stared in disbelief.
“You came to Paris!”
Willow shook her head.
“I came to
you.”
Tara paused and swallowed, then held Willow’s face tenderly as she kissed her eyelids and the bridge of her nose.
Their lips met again and Tara moved on top. Their breasts squashed together as their mouths opened to welcome each other in and the dance began; their bodies straining to find the point of most contact.
Tara moved down Willow’s body, peppering kisses along the way. She had to pause with her lips on Willow’s torso when her legs started to dangle too far off the bed and looked upwards.
“I think I’m going to have to get on the floor to go down on you. There’s no room.”
Willow looked down with a flushed face.
“Shit, really?”
Tara pointed behind Willow’s head.
“I just need the pillow.”
Willow twisted her neck around to see the pillow, paused a moment for her lust-addled brain to process the request, then grabbed it and handed it down.
“Oh,” she said, settling back down again with an anticipatory smile, “Leave it down there. I’ll, um, return the favour after.”
Tara offered a sultry crooked smile that made Willow surge with arousal. Tara slithered back down with the pillow, placed it under her knees and leaned in.
She kissed Willow’s thighs at first, giving herself a moment to appreciate being in that position again and the view on offer. Willow’s scent hit her nose like a drug she’d been craving for months. She placed her nose on Willow’s mound and let the intoxication fill her before letting her tongue fall down for the first taste.
Beads of sweat formed on Willow’s forehead as she waited those few seconds and a low, grumbling moan moved past her lips when Tara finally touched her. Tara was gentle at first, then started building her up slowly, and Willow loved every second of it; a smile plastered on her face for each glorious moment.
Willow didn’t want it to end but her body had different ideas. She succumbed to the pleasure quickly, with a long moan and luxurious stretch, then laid back to enjoy the toe-curling tingling.
Tara continued kissing and massaging Willow’s thighs until Willow suddenly started jerking about excitedly.
“Switch, switch!”
She tried to step off the bed but jelly legs got the better of her and she very ungracefully fell into Tara’s lap.
“Clumsiness and sex legs aren’t a good mix,” Tara said, putting her arms around Willow’s waist to hold her in place, “At least you didn’t–”
“If you say anything about me head-butting you when I flew all the way out here…” Willow warned, but was smiling.
Tara pursed her lips to indicate shutting up, then moved towards Willow to put them to better use.
They kissed on the floor for several minutes, then Willow turned to take Tara’s position, while lifting her up to the bed.
“Sit.”
Tara sat on the very edge of the bed, perched at a slight angle. She leaned back on her hands as Willow took each leg over her shoulders, and licked her lips as she felt Willow’s hot breath on her.
She wasn’t pushy at first, enjoying Willow’s nuzzling. When contact was finally made, she gasped sharply and a hand immediately tightened in Willow’s hair.
Willow loved that knotted feeling in her scalp, knowing Tara wanted her so badly. She palmed Tara’s hips and outer thighs as her mouth hungrily worked between her legs. She lapped at Tara’s opening and let the tip of her tongue stroke the velvety walls.
Tara’s moans spurred her on to pull as much pleasure out as possible. Willow used some tongue tricks she’d learned from Tara and one or two she’d devised herself until Tara was lying down flat and writhing around in ecstasy.
Willow reached up and moulded her hand around one of Tara’s breasts and used the other to wrap around Tara’s thigh, opening her up even further. She licked Tara’s length a few times, then focused on her clit, bathing it with constant contact.
Her mouth and chin were soaked and just getting wetter as Tara neared orgasm.
Tara put her hand over Willow’s on her breast and had her squeeze harder. She released it again after a couple of seconds and clawed at the sheet instead. Her body grew tense as the waves finally washed over her; her hips rose up into Willow’s face, then crashed back down.
She caught her breath while Willow crawled back up to her with the pillow. Willow kicked her legs in the air to loosen up the cramp and Tara watched, amused.
“I don’t know if our knees can cope with this whole weekend.”
“You can sit on my face,” Willow replied excitedly, settling back down, “And we can 69…”
“Which is a sex act and not just a song,” Tara replied in an informed tone.
Willow kissed Tara’s cheek.
“One you’re very, very good at,” she said, and began to climb over Tara again, but her rumbling stomach interrupted her and she clutched it to abate the hunger pangs, “Seriously, can we order in? I haven’t eaten since the plane.”
“Of course,” Tara replied, sitting up and stretching her back, “What would you like?”
Willow thought for a moment.
“Do they have Dominoes over here?”
Tara looked over her shoulder, aghast.
“Have you not broken out in pizza hives yet?”
“I did survive for 19 years before meeting you, you know,” Willow retorted, “Pretty unhappily, but that wasn’t down to the pizza.”
Tara sighed and relented.
“We can get pizza, but I refuse to get Dominoes in Paris,” she replied, “There’s a local environmentally responsible vegetarian pizza place. They deliver on skateboards.”
Willow’s nose scrunched.
“That doesn’t sound like they’ll have pepperoni,” she said and burst out laughing at the frustrated look on Tara’s face, “I’m kidding, that sounds fine. You choose toppings.”
Tara went on a search for her phone.
“I can’t believe you didn’t bring clothes.”
“It wasn’t an expectation of constant banging, it was wanting to be isolated,” Willow defended, “I just want to spend every second with you with no distractions and no one else, is that okay?”
Tara found her phone and sat on the edge of the bed.
“You’re not going to go back to the US and think, wow, I didn’t step foot outside the door once?”
Willow reached out and brushed her fingers against Tara’s arm.
“Not if inside the door always has you.”
Tara smiled and lifted Willow’s knuckles to her mouth to kiss.
“Okay, we can order in,” she said, bouncing back into spot beside Willow, “But we have to try this Libyan place nearby tomorrow and then either a French or Italian place, there’s a few good places around. I’ll pick up some menus tomorrow when I run out to get us some pastries…oh and some hot chocolate that you will orgasm over.”
Willow pressed her hand around Tara’s softly jiggling breast.
“Not too worried about where I’m getting orgasms from this weekend…”
She leaned down and kissed Tara’s nipple, but her stomach disturbed them again.
“That belly needs sustenance,” Tara said, looking through her phone for the number, “Will I get the vegan special?”
Willow pouted.
“Please let me have cheeeesssee!”
“You can get vegan cheese…” Tara countered.
Willow kicked her legs up and down.
“There’s no way you’ve become a vegan, you love real ice cream too much. So quit teasing and order a mushroom and bell pepper pie for god’s sake!”
Tara grinned and put the phone to her ear.
“Yes, ma’am.”
Willow nodded and lifted her chin to retain the air of power, but she was soon distracted from it by listening to Tara on the phone.
“…merci, au revoir.”
She hung up and Willow leaned down to kiss her shoulder.
“That French accent is real sexy.”
“Merci, mon amour,” Tara replied, kissing the top of Willow’s head, “It’ll be here in 30, real cheese included.”
Willow kissed down into Tara’s collarbone.
“Wonder how we’ll pass the time…”
She kissed the hollow of Tara’s throat and squeezed her breast, then moved fully on top.
“How do you say pussy in French?”
Tara thrust her hips up into Willow’s.
“Chatte.”
Willow grabbed Tara’s hip and grinded into her.
“And fuck me?”
Tara swallowed audibly, feeling her heartbeat a lot lower than usual from the seductive smile on Willow’s face.
“Baise-moi.”
Willow lowered her face close to Tara’s so their breath mingled and synced.
“…so fuck my pussy is…?”
“Baise ma chatte,” Tara answered breathlessly as she slowly ran her hands down Willow’s back, “S'il vous plait.”
Willow grinned and her eyes danced with a mix of lust and mirth.
“Well, since you asked so politely…”
Her hand dropped and slid her fingers through Tara’s still plenty-wet lips before entering her fully.
They jerked into each other and Willow slowed the pace to long drags, in and out. She twisted and teased inside Tara’s inner walls, stretching her fingers up and out to really give the feeling of being filled.
Tara’s hips were writhing and rising to meet every stroke and her hands were clawing in Willow’s back.
Willow loved the feeling of Tara’s gently scratching nails and felt her belly squirm with desire as each scrape sent a shiver down her spine.
“Oh, you like that?” she asked, pushing even further inside.
“I
love that,” Tara replied, head rolling from side to side, “Do the twirly thi–Oh!”
Her eyes shut tight as Willow’s hand did its tricks and her cheeks were turning a bright red.
Willow knew she was flushing too, as Tara heated up inside and finally started contracting around her fingers.
They both silently enjoyed those few seconds before naturally falling together to catch their breath.
“Tara’s twirly trick delivers once again,” Willow said with a grin, lightly tickling Tara’s abdomen.
Tara squirmed and smiled.
“That’s your twirly trick.”
Willow’s brow creased, eyes narrowing as she cast her mind back.
“…no, you did it on me and then I did it on you.”
Tara shook her head, quite sure.
“You did it on me first,” she said, stretching out luxuriously, “Trust me, I remember trying to replicate it. I wanted to make you feel as good as you made me feel.”
Willow was quietly pensive for a few moments, then moved her head down close to Tara’s on the pillow.
“I always sort of thought that you taught me everything I know, but I guess we sort of…learned together huh?”
Tara nuzzled Willow’s nose, than placed her palm on her girlfriend’s cheek and kissed her softly. They continued kissing for several minutes until a loud knock on the window behind them startled Willow and made her jump back in fright.
“Jesus Christ!”
Tara wasn’t fazed. She reached over to the closet side of the bed and easily grabbed a couple of big t-shirts, tossing one to Willow.
“Put this on.”
Willow wordlessly pulled it on while Tara did the same, retrieved her wallet from her satchel, and sat back in bed, pulling the blanket up to both of their waists. She then opened the window outwards, and a young, dreadlocked blonde boy in a way too short t-shirt for the temperature, handed a pizza box with a small paper bag on top through.
“Merci bien,” Tara said, handing over two ten euro bills, “Gardez la monnaie.”
The boy nodded silently with a cool, but thankful grin for the tip, then went sliding down the street again on his skateboard. Tara locked the window again and Willow blinked a couple of times to register what had just happened.
“Paris is very cool.”
Tara bumped Willow’s shoulder playfully.
“I could have shown you some even cooler places…”
Willow smirked, the edge of her lips quirking up in time with her eyebrows lifting and falling. She scooted down and pulled the blanket off Tara’s thighs to kiss her there.
“I prefer hot places… wet places… tight–” she started, ready to move further in, but got bopped on the head with the pizza box on the way, “Hey!”
She straightened back up and they opened up the box. The pizza steam floated to their nostrils and Tara suddenly was very happy they’d opted for it; as cheap an anniversary dinner as it was. It reminded her of their very first date.
They dug in and there was plenty of stretchy cheese when they lifted the slices away, much to Willow’s delight.
“Pretty good for a veggie pie,” Willow complimented, picking up a piece of fallen mushroom from her t-shirt, “I’m making your shirt all tomato-y.”
“Don’t worry about it,” Tara replied, holding her hand over her mouth to cover her speaking while eating, “I just sleep in them.”
She reached over the bottom rung on her book shelf and took two bottles of sparkling water from an opened six pack sitting there.
“There’s a market on the corner I can go get you cokes if you want,” she said as she handed one to Willow, “But if you can hang on ‘til tomorrow I can grab some when I’m getting breakfast and reduce our time spent apart.”
“No way I’m letting you out of my sight,” Willow replied, putting an arm around Tara’s shoulders and eating one-handed, “Water is good.”
She released the lid and smiled when she saw the bubbles.
“Ooh, fizzy.”
She took a big glug while Tara tore open the small brown paper bag and revealed some crispy, flaky onion rings.
“Try these, they’re amazing.”
Willow took one and had a bite, instantly licking her lips and munching the rest of it down.
“These are so good,” she said, grabbing another one, “I can see why you put on weight.”
Tara was in the middle of taking a drink and it caught for a second in her throat before she swallowed and wiped her mouth with the back of her hand.
“Jeez, thanks, Will,” she said flatly, screwing the lid back on tightly.
Willow threw a hand up, still chewing on an onion ring.
“You, you said that you had!” she said before dramatically pointing to herself, “
I said that I didn’t care!”
She nodded triumphantly but the look on her face was far from confident.
“Also ‘put on weight’ does not equal ‘fat’ or ‘chubby’ or ‘chunky’ or any other synonym, because I’m not stupid enough to call you one of those! And because you aren’t! And I’m seriously jetlagged so can we please forgive my slip of the tongue and by way of ironic apology, I’ll give you a slip of my tongue later?”
Tara couldn’t help but smile; she’d missed that babble and especially that cutesy 'how can you not forgive this?' smile. She leaned her head down on Willow’s shoulder.
“Yeah, okay. I know I’ve gained a couple of pounds, no point getting upset over it. I’ll lose it when I get home.”
“If that’s what you want,” Willow replied, putting her arm around Tara again, “You’re perfect to me however you are.”
She rubbed Tara’s upper arm gently and received a nuzzle in return, then watched a snatching hand reach out.
“In that case I’m taking the last onion ring!”
“Hey, at least share!” Willow protested, “Three and a half thousand miles travelled here!”
They giggled and playfully fought over the last onion ring before breaking in it two halves and taking an end each to finish with a kiss.
“I think the salt enhances the kiss,” Willow murmured against Tara’s mouth, “Seasoned lips with a side of sweet tongue…”
The last couple of slices were forgotten and left in the box for Willow to eat in the middle of the night, as was often the case with their leftover pizza, even without the air of jetlag.
They kissed for a long time, slowly leading into making love over several hours; always touching in some way.
There were a couple of bathroom breaks where clothing, or Tara’s robe in Willow’s case, was donned for the minimal amount of time until they returned and were happy to be forced into closeness by lying in bed together.
“You feel like butter against my lips,” Willow commented softly as she kissed Tara’s neck, able to smell the mint of her girlfriend’s toothpaste from her close proximity.
“Is that a fat joke?” Tara asked, grinning.
Willow snorted.
“No,” she said, lifting her head up again and wiping Tara’s hair out of her eye, “The opposite. Jeez, how do you not get the hotness of you, doofus.”
She tucked a piece of hair behind Tara’s ear, then let her hand fall off with a sigh.
“I’m so tired but I don’t want to go asleep and miss you for even a second.”
Tara kissed Willow’s nose.
“Sleeping in your arms is not a waste of time.”
“That’s not what I said,” Willow replied softly, “But you’re right. It’s heaven to even think about.”
Tara reached over and turned the lamp off, then settled the blanket warmly over them, though they didn’t need the incentive of keeping warm to cuddle close.
“You are amazing for coming to me,” she said, heart in her voice and tone full of awe, “I still think I’m in a dream.”
“I came to you because
you are amazing,” Willow replied, sighing in utter contentment as their feet collided together, “And I couldn’t spend another second without you.”
Tara started kissing Willow’s face; gentle caresses wherever her lips laid. Finally she pressed the softest one to her girlfriend’s lips and they just breathed together for a few moments.
“Sweet dreams, ma chérie.”
They quietened down and settled easily, knowing exactly the right position to sleep in.
Slumber came quickly, softly and most of all peacefully as their love cocooned around them and held them in their embrace.
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