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 Post subject: Re: Adult Confidential (Follow-On to CC) [AU] 02/10/16
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TITLE: Adult Confidential

WRITER: 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: They’ve graduated, now they’re faced with the big, bad world of adulthood…the second part in the prequel series of Hacker Confidential and Family Confidential (and follow-up to College Confidential)

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

FEEDBACK: Yes please

Chapter 28

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Tara walked through the door of the apartment, to be immediately greeted by Willow with her hands on her hips.


“Where were you? I came out of the shower and you were gone. You’re supposed to be resting still.”


“Sorry, Mom,” Tara replied with just a hint of a teasing smirk, “I had to go to the Kinko’s across the street.”


“For what?” Willow asked, though did drop the pose.


“I needed to print off some forms for us to sign,” Tara explained, closing the door behind her, “If you’re willing, that is.”


“To do…?” Willow prompted.


Tara laid out two sets of papers and clicked a pen she had ready.


“Well, I didn’t want what you told me happened in the hospital to happen again. So I want to organise power of attorney and a health care proxy so I know you’ll have control over what happens to me if something comes up again.”


Willow was slightly stunned and lifted the papers up to read and take it in.


It was a no-brainer, of course, that she would sign. She also couldn’t help but be slightly thrilled at what it said for their relationship.


She knew how solid and long-term they were, but it was gratifying to be writing something on paper that really cemented their trust and partnership.


There was only one question.


“Did you print out a couple of copies so I can nominate you too?”


Tara shyly nodded and Willow immediately grabbed the pen and hunched over to scribble. She neatly signed the health care proxy and blew lightly to dry the ink.


“This is…a relief, actually. One I didn’t know I needed.”


“It’ll hold until we’re married,” Tara answered, offhand.


Willow got a mischievous look on her face and bent down on one knee. Tara glanced over and got wide-eyed when Willow took her hand.


“Tara Maclay…” Willow said in her sweetest, most loving voice, “Will you power of attorney me?”


Air puffed out of Tara’s nose and she snatched her hand back.


“I’m gonna kill you, Willow Rosenberg,” she said scathingly, but a smile was tugging at her lips at the same time, “Come up here and sign the damn form.”


Willow stood up, grinning. She put an arm around Tara’s shoulders and gave her a little good-natured squeeze. Tara shot her an affectionately withering look, then kissed her cheek. Willow nuzzled gently, then filled out what she could of the second form.


“Do we have to get this notarised?”


Tara nodded.


“I know a bunch of people through work. I’ll make an appointment for some time during the week.”


Willow left the pen down, smiling.


“This was smart, but sweet too. I love you and I promise I will make sure you’re given the best care possible.”


Tara brushed her fingers over Willow’s.


“We should talk about our wishes if we end up on life support.”


The reality of the documents hit Willow and her smile quickly soured.


“Can we not?” she asked, turning her back to pretend to straighten picture frames on the breakfast bar.


“If I’m brain dead I don’t want to be kept alive on machines,” Tara said, using a soft tone to ease the sombreness of what she was saying.


“Duly noted, moving on,” Willow replied speedily.


Tara came up behind and gently squeezed both of Willow’s shoulders.


“Baby…”


Willow’s eyes glanced over her shoulder to Tara and she blinked away the glassiness.


“Look…write down all your wishes and we’ll file it with a copy of the proxy. I promise I’ll take care of them all if I need to, just…please, I can’t have those images in my head. They’ll never leave. I’ll do the same with mine, okay?”


Tara dropped her hands around her girlfriend’s mid-section and rested her chin on Willow’s shoulder.


“Okay. I can do that,” she said softly, “C’mere.”


Willow slowly turned in Tara’s arms, and right when she was about to go in for a kiss, she received a particularly hard pinch on the butt.


“Ow!” she shrieked, reaching behind to grab her butt cheek, “What was that for?!”


“Making me think you were about to propose,” Tara replied with mock-sternness, crossing her arms over her chest.


Willow rubbed the spot of the pinch a few times, but was grinning.


“I may have a messed up career plan but you can be sure that that plan will be multi-faceted, highly thought out and possibly requiring a system of levers and pulleys.”


She dropped her hand and took the kiss she’d been denied before.


“And it will be a surprise.”


“So if I ever bring it up, I’m only further delaying it?” Tara asked, one eyebrow lifting.


Willow nodded.


“Tricky,” Tara said with a lopsided smirk, “Well then, you won’t hear a word about it from me. I don’t even know what the word ‘engaged’ means. Clueless. Not a thought in my head about it.”


Tara didn’t mind, really. It would be nice and she was ready, but knowing it was an eventuality was enough.


Willow was ready too, but she hoped to be in a more secure place, to provide a more inviting life to ask Tara to join with hers, as she saw it.


She would need time anyway. A possibility of an engagement had been brought up a few times and Willow was absolutely determined it would be a surprise.


Tara was always one step ahead of her and this was one place where she knew she had the power. She wouldn’t squander it. Tara deserved special.


“I love you, Tara,” she said, leaning in so their noses bumped.


Tara slid her hands around Willow’s waist, splaying her fingers out over Willow’s hips.


“I love you too, Willow.”


They kissed once and Willow rubbed her thumbs over Tara’s eyebrows.


“How’re you doing? No more headaches so far?”


“No headaches,” Tara reassured, “Please don’t force me back into bed. Watching TV and goofing around in bed has been fun, but I think I'm ready to venture into other areas of the apartment.”


Willow considered it carefully.


“Well, okay…but you’ve done enough strenuous activity for the day.”


“I walked across the street,” Tara argued but Willow was having none of it.


“Sit your butt down.”


Tara obliged and sat on the couch.


“Can we at least play a game or something? I’m all TV and movie’d out.”


“Scrabble?” Willow suggested.


Tara’s eyes narrowed.


“You cheat at scrabble.”


“No I do not,” Willow replied indignantly.


Tara shook her head.


“Beckonerous isn’t a word.”


“Yes it is, it’s when you beckon someone onerously!” Willow replied insistently.


“Use it in a sentence,” Tara challenged.


“Tara beckonerouses me when she wants me to clean out the refrigerator,” Willow said, turning her nose up with her perceived victory.


Tara exhaled a frustrated breath.


“I would make just as much sense if I said that you rhinoceroses me when we cuddle.”


“Are we playing or not?” Willow asked, throwing up her hands.


“If we play, we’re playing dictionary rules,” Tara replied with an unyielding stare.


“Fine, fine,” Willow agreed and went off to find the game box, “I always play by the rules anyway.”


Tara resisted rolling her eyes and cleared some space on the coffee table. Willow went to the shelf and picked out the scrabble box from between the Monopoly and Clue.


She sat cross-legged on the opposite side of the table, folded out the board and handed Tara the tile bag to choose her tiles.


Tara shook it up, laid hers out on the stand and watched Willow carefully to make sure she didn’t peek while choosing her tiles.


“I’m feeling generous, so you can go first,” Willow offered graciously.


“Thank you,” Tara said with a hint of suspicion.


“It’s only fair to give you a head start,” Willow replied with a challenging grin, “Affirmative action and all that.”


“That is not how that works, but thanks for the insult to start the game,” Tara retorted, “I don’t need your pity, but I’ll take the double score.”


She played ‘fizzle’ with a smirk and Willow’s face dropped.


“Nice word,” she said with a hint of annoyance.


“I think that’s 54 points,” Tara replied, enjoying having the edge.


Willow, clearly grudgingly, marked it but quickly asserted herself by playing ‘puzzle’ off of Tara’s ‘fizzle’.


Tara was cautious with her words, trying to keep a step ahead whilst Willow played the riskier game of shorter words on premium tiles. They were neck and neck until Willow played all but one of her very last tiles.


She jumped up and balled her fists, sticking them together and rotating her arms to form a dance.


“Triple-word-score. Triple-word-score,” she sang, enunciating ecstatically before dropping back down to sit on the cushion, “That’s 39 points please and thank you, self.”


She added her score but Tara had an eyebrow lifted challengingly.


“Are we really going to fight about this?”


“What?” Willow asked, clueless.


Tara gave Willow a ‘come on’ look.


“Cabotage?” she asked disbelievingly, “Is that when you sabotage someone making cabbage? No, no, wait, it’s when you sabotage someone getting a cab by jumping in first.”


“It’s a word!” Willow protested.


Tara rolled her eyes, grabbed the dictionary and flicked open to the C’s. After a few moments her cheeks flamed, she closed the book again and mumbled something.


Willow grinned smugly.


“What was that?” she asked, cupping her ear dramatically.


Tara dropped a tiny sigh.


“I’m sorry, you’re right, it’s a word.”


“Can you say that again?” Willow asked, smirking from ear-to-ear.


“You’re. Right,” Tara acknowledged, able to admit when she was wrong, “And you win. I only have a ‘U’ left and nowhere to put it.”


She held up her lonely letter and waved it about. Willow offered her palm, so Tara placed the tile in it.


Willow picked up her remaining single tile, an ‘I’ and added them either end of a word already played on the board – ‘love’.


Tara smiled tenderly across the board and reached over for Willow’s hand.


“You’re so sweet when you’re not being a competitive a-hole.”


“Hey!” Willow objected, “That’s Mrs. Competitive A-Hole to you.”


“So now it’s Missus again?” Tara asked impishly.


Willow waggled a finger.


“You just reset the clock.”


Tara shook her head with a smile. She cleared up the game and as she was putting it away, pulled out the deck of cards.


“Has your Go Fish game improved lately?”


“It’s always been stupendous, I just let you win,” Willow replied haughtily.


Tara eyed her daringly.


“Prove it.”


Willow grabbed the deck.


“It’s on.”


She slid the cards out and began to shuffle.


“Get ready to fish for your supper.”





Tara pulled her boots on while sitting on the bed, zipping up either side so they snuggly held her calves.


She stood, putting her weight on her toes so they stretched the material out just enough to give her toes some extra room. She walked out into the living room and donned her slight summer jacket.


“I’m going out for a walk.”


Willow looked up from her laptop, then down quickly at the pyjamas she hadn’t bothered to get out of despite it being past lunchtime, then at Tara again.


“…do you want some company?”


“Could kind of use the head space,” Tara replied as she flicked her hair out over the collar, “Do you mind?”


“Not at all,” Willow replied appreciatively, not feeling like it either, “Just take your phone in case you feel woozy.”


“It’s been over a week,” Tara insisted, “I’m fine.”


Willow fixed her with the resolve face.


“Humour me.”


Tara pointedly picked up her phone and put it in her purse.


“I might be gone a little while.”


“How long?” Willow asked with her brow creased.


Tara shrugged nonchalantly.


“A few hours, maybe more.”


“Are you walking to Rhode Island?” Willow asked with a quirked eyebrow.


“No,” Tara replied and left it at that.


“Alright,” Willow replied, sensing Tara wanted to be left alone.


She had been smothering her girlfriend a tiny bit for their ‘vacation’ and the insistence on taking it easy could be described as overbearing.


“Be home for dinner?”


Tara nodded.


“I’ll call if I won’t be.”


“Enjoy your walk,” Willow called after her, before Tara left with a wave.


Tara walked out onto the street and turned the opposite direction of the Public Gardens, her usual go-to spot for any kind of leisurely stroll. She walked straight to the T station, where she got on two trains and then a bus to a street that wasn’t quite the suburbs, but wasn’t the city either. It wasn't a very populated area and she was the only one to get on or off at the stop.


There was a large parking lot across the street from where the bus dropped her, and Tara walked over into it. As she was walking across it, the door of a red car opened and the young woman inside came rushing out and into Tara’s arms.


“Tara.”


“Hey Abby,” Tara greeted softly, showing slightly more affection than she should for a charge by stroking her hair.


“Thank you, thank you for being here,” Abigail gushed tearfully, then stood back, embarrassed, and shoved her hands into front pocket of her baggy hoody.


The other woman in the car opened the door and stood out. Tara approached and shook her hand.


“Hi Ms. Quickendale. How’s everything going?”


“As good as it can be, I think,” Abigail’s foster mother replied, “Abby has my number to call me…after. I offered to go in, too, but she’d prefer just you.”


“I’ll be with her the whole time,” Tara reassured, “Do you have the documents?”


The woman handed Tara a brown envelope.


“Thank you,” Tara said, and patted the woman’s shoulder, seeing her unease, “It’ll be a couple of hours.”


“Yes, I know,” Jane nodded, “I’ll stay in the neighbourhood just in case.”


Tara offered something that wasn’t quite a smile, but a look of understanding for the situation they were all presented with.


“It’s all going to be okay, Abby,” Jane said, and Abigail came around to embrace her too.


Tara appreciated how loving they seemed to be and even thought that they looked a bit alike. It wouldn’t have been hard to mistake them for blood mother and daughter.


Jane kissed Abigail on the forehead, rubbed her cheeks gently and stepped back. Tara put her arm around Abigail’s shoulders, gave Jane a reassuring nod and steered Abigail towards the woman’s clinic.


Abigail had her eyes on the ground.


“The other social worker said you were sick.”


“I’m feeling better,” Tara replied easily.


Abigail stopped on the steps and turned to Tara, her young face full of undeserved vulnerability and sorrow.


“Thank you for coming.”


Tara put her hands on Abigail’s shoulders and brought her in closer.


“You can always trust me.”


Tara had, of course, not been able to just leave Abigail’s case alone after all of the emotional turmoil they’d gone through together. She’d snuck some emails off to Alice on her first full day home from the hospital while Willow was showering; asking for the appointment to be made in a specific clinic Tara had researched.


It didn’t advertise its abortion services and so didn't attract the kind of objection such places sometimes did. Tara knew dealing with any aggressive protesters or hurtful words being thrown at her could derail the progress Abigail was starting to, and continuing to, make.


When Alice had slipped up and revealed Abigail had asked for Tara to be her chaperone, Tara slunk out onto the fire escape to call and beg to be allowed take her. It hadn’t taken much; it was hard to argue against the wishes of a kid going through such an ordeal.


Abigail turned and put her hand on the door handle. Tara glanced over her shoulder and noticed the foster mother had only driven a few feet away. She smiled, despite the circumstances surrounding them. She knew she’d found the right family for Abigail to be in and hoped it would be something that would continue to be true.


The waiting room was a very normal waiting room with other women present, some clearly nervous, some casually flicking through magazines; some very pregnant, some not at all. Abigail looked so out of place from her age but Tara did her best to distract her from it.


Tara checked her in and handed in the various forms and court orders. The nurse behind the desk was extremely sensitive to the nature of the appointment and brought Abigail into a private treatment room right away to wait in instead of the waiting area.


She was given a gown to change into and had to have Tara help her, as she couldn’t physically bear to have to look down at the small pouch of her stomach. Tara tied the gown at the back and rubbed Abigail’s arms from behind.


“There you go, honey,” she said, deciding this was not a situation where she had to be rigid in her professionalism.


Abigail laid down, a habit she’d gotten into as much as she could as it made her stomach feel smoother.


“I didn’t think they were going to let me. I was ready to throw myself down the stairs.”


Tara swallowed deeply and blinked away a tear.


“I’m so sorry you have to go through this.”


A head popped through the door then, a nurse in scrubs.


“They’re ready for you.”


The look on Abigail’s face betrayed her age as she turned to Tara, scared.


“You’ll hold my hand? The whole way?”


Tara grasped Abigail’s hand and held it tight.


“The whole way.”





Tara sat on the T, staring blankly ahead.


To say her afternoon had been harrowing would be an understatement, but its end had brought such alleviation of anxiety for all involved.


Abigail had gone home with her foster mother with a heat pack and some painkillers, and Tara had noticed as she sat in the car, she was able to rest her hands on her stomach again with no agonising or avoidance.


Tara had found the most heart-breaking part to be in the recovery room when Abigail was eating her graham crackers and sipping her juice box, like a kid having an after-school snack.


It had also been somewhat affirming, that maybe Abigail could regain some normal sense of youth again in the future.


The procedure itself had been very clinical and the worst part for Abigail seemed to be the scan beforehand. When the doctor had announced she’d finished the procedure, Abigail’s eyes had closed and Tara swore she saw the relief rise above and leave her body.


Tara knew she’d fight tooth and nail to make the trial of her parents as undisruptive for Abigail as possible, or as undisruptive as something so traumatic could possibly be. Counselling had already been arranged and could be amped up if the need arose.


Tara would work with Abigail’s foster mother to start her at a new high school with the rest of the new freshman class and try to put the horrors she’d been subjected to in the past. It was as much as a fresh start as could happen.


She finally blinked when the fuzzy speaker pulled Tara from her thoughts and a stop was announced. She stood up automatically, ready to step out. She looked up as she walked out onto the street, held her face to the sun and sent a wish to the universe for bright days for Abigail from here on out.


The warmth filled her and she found herself able to smile, though her expression changed when she realised she wasn’t outside her normal stop. A quick look around made her figure she’d gotten off a stop early.


She got her bearings and headed in the right direction, window shopping as she went by.


One particular department store window caught her gaze, though initially she walked past it. She retreated back when she recognised a name with a bunch of sale signs.


She decided to go inside and enquire and found a store clerk to talk her through the variants of the item, as it was totally outside of her knowledge base.


It would entirely be a gift for Willow, and an expensive one at that, but once the idea of the look on her girlfriend’s face popped into her head, she found the credit card calling her name.


She reasoned that it was good timing, finding the item on sale and when she’d be getting a good income boost in a week or so to pay it all off. The overtime may have put her in hospital but the payoff could bring some happiness, especially for Willow who had borne the emotional brunt form said workload.


It may have been more responsible to put the money away to avoid overdue bills for a few months, but they’d always worked out their bills before and they would continue to do so. Willow needed a pick-me-up and Tara’s pick-me-up was seeing Willow happy.


After everything, imparting some joy was exactly what she needed to boost her morale.


The sales clerk telling her it was the last one in stock was enough to convince her and she handed over the card. She was even able to get it gift-wrapped in another part of the store, before hauling the large bag the, thankfully few, blocks home.


Finally she lugged it upstairs and left it at her feet to guide inside the door as she opened it.


Willow’s head popped up from sticking something in the oven and smiled warmly.


“Hey you. Pasta bake in the oven but it will be an hour,” she said with a smile, “Nice walk? You sure did take those few hours.”


Tara considered it carefully. She wasn’t trying to hide anything, but she had been on the job and wasn’t comfortable revealing too much. It was possible the trial could make the news in the future.


It was also a very heavy topic and she was determined to focus on joy.


“Necessary,” she said eventually.


Willow thought that was a bit of a funny word.


“You okay?”


Tara smiled softly. Real joy was coming home from any kind of tough day to Willow.


“Yeah, I am.”


Willow walked around to peck Tara’s cheek and noticed the large bag.


“What’s that?”


Tara took the large, gift-wrapped box out and set it on the table.


“Are we going to a birthday party?” Willow asked, confused, “And who do we like enough to give them something this big?”


Tara pushed it towards Willow shyly.


“It’s for you.”


“For me?” Willow asked, brow creasing with a smile, “Why did you get me something?”


“You deserve something nice, just for you,” Tara explained.


Willow was touched and tugged the box towards her to unwrap.


She didn’t know what to expect, but it wasn’t a new Xbox.


“Holy shit.”


“I hope it’s the right one,” Tara said, biting the corner of her lip nervously, “The guy in the store said it had the hard drive and headset and an extra controller… and some other technical stuff I didn’t understand, but I’m sure it’s on the box.”


Willow stared at her gift in shock, then shared the look with her girlfriend.


“Tara, it’s amazing. I-I can’t believe it, it’s so generous. But it’s so much money.”


Tara shrugged one shoulder.


“There was a deal on and I have overtime pay coming in.”


“We’re overdue on bills,” Willow said somewhat guiltily.


“Only by a couple of days. They’ll get paid next week, just like they were always going to be,” Tara replied, then took Willow’s hand and held her fingers, “For once I had enough to get you something you would really use and love. If it makes me irresponsible…then screw it, I’m responsible for every other 364 days of the year. Something good might as well come out of all of this.”


Willow could only keep her elation back for so long.


“I’m so excited to start playing! Thank you, thank you!”


Tara was more than pleased.


“I’m not big into some of those violent games, but I hear these things are actually really good for your memory and cognitive skills and all sorts of things. And fun, of course.”


“I don’t play violent ones, really,” Willow replied with a shrug, “I play whatever Brian wants to play.”


Tara picked up a bundle of cases from the end of the bag.


“I had no idea what you liked to play, but the guy at the store recommended some classic ones, he said. You can return them if you don’t like them.”


Willow took the games giddily.


“Sonic, Tomb Raider, Crash Bandicoot – hey, Harry Potter!! These are great! Thank you so much.”


She threw herself around Tara, who closed the hug happily.


“You’re very welcome.”


Willow squeezed Tara, practically lifting her, then tore into the box to get the machine out and set it up.


“Wireless controllers…so cool!”


She turned and offered one to Tara.


“Wanna play with me?”


Tara came and sat on the floor with Willow. She took the controller and had a good look at it.


“I’ve never even picked one of these up,” she said, holding it the same way Willow was, “I saw people playing them in study group sometimes.”


Willow shook her head.


“Your study groups sound like frat parties.”


“That’s why I left,” Tara replied, stretching her legs out, “So what do I do?”


“I think we should play Sonic. It’s the easiest and we can do two-player.”


“Is that the hedgehog guy?” Tara asked, “I think I actually recognised him.”


“Uh huh!” Willow replied and crawled over to put in the game before returning to sit with Tara, “You sure you’re okay? You look a little worn out.”


Tara leaned over and pressed a kiss to Willow’s cheek.


“Fine now I’m home with you.”


Willow nuzzled and returned the kiss, then lifted her controller challengingly.


“Ready to get your ass kicked?”


Tara grinned.


“Bring it.”


Willow started the game and had a blast running the course, but Tara was pretty blindly trying to move about. It didn't take long for her to set her controller down.


“Willow, I suck at this.”


Willow paused the game and smiled over.


“You're actually doing pretty well for a first timer.”


Tara held her hands up.


“I don't think video games are my forte,” she said, then dropped her hands into her lap, “Helping kids is. I'm ready to go back to work.”


Willow put her controller down too and took Tara's hand instead.


“I've really enjoyed just spending time with you.”


Tara brought Willow's hand up and kissed the back of it.


“And I've loved every moment with you. I won't ever bring work home again, and I'll have to learn to take a step back. It'll be hard, but I will. I owe it to you, and myself. And the kids. I do good work. I need to be able for it.”


A real smile blossomed on Willow's face.


“I'm so happy to hear you say that. And acknowledge yourself. It's a big deal. I'm proud of you.”


Tara nodded in appreciation.


“I'll definitely take my vacation days from now on. Maybe a long weekend here and there to make the most of it.”


Willow seemed relieved to hear that.


“That'd be good. That'd be great.”


They leaned in and met in the middle for a soft, tender kiss. Each lingered and stole a few more pecks before separating again, smiling.


Tara offered Willow her controller.


“I give up. Show me your cool moves.”


Willow chuckled.


“You're the only person the world who thinks I'm cool.”


She looked at Tara with utter adoration.


“But that's okay. Because you're the only person in the world that matters.”

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 Post subject: Re: Re: Adult Confidential (Follow-On to CC) [AU] 02/10/16
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Yay for excellent update-y goodness... I'm really glad that Tara was there for Abigail... Big yay for those Powers of Attourney's... I loved Willow's "proposal". We have to wait sometime for the real one...

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 Post subject: Re: Adult Confidential (Follow-On to CC) [AU] 02/10/16
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Happy Valentine's Day to all of you! :bigkiss :flower

I'm glad that Tara is better and that she got to be there for Abby during her abortion procedure.

Yay for them giving the other power of attorney and a health care proxy - although it led to some uneasiness for Willow caused by the thoughts of the medical "worst case scenario".
Willow's mock proposal was hilarious! I guess it could have felt mean if there wasn't the sure knowledge in both of our girls that Willow will propose to Tara eventually.

I loved their scrabble match and big kid Willow making an appearance with the "victory dance". I had to look the word cabotage up myself, with Wikipedia informing me that "Cabotage /ˈkæbətᵻdʒ/ is the transport of goods or passengers between two places in the same country by a transport operator from another Country". Apparently it's "Kabotage" in german which I never heard of before, too. So thanks for increasing my knowledge, Laragh. :)

It's cute how Willow can switch from big kid to tender girlfriend so quick:

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I only have a ‘U’ left and nowhere to put it.”


She held up her lonely letter and waved it about. Willow offered her palm, so Tara placed the tile in it.


Willow picked up her remaining single tile, an ‘I’ and added them either end of a word already played on the board – ‘love’.



Yay for Tara gifting Willow with a brandnew X-Box!
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“For once I had enough to get you something you would really use and love. If it makes me irresponsible…then screw it, I’m responsible for every other 364 days of the year. Something good might as well come out of all of this.”
:wtkiss

Hear, hear!

Glad that Tara realized that she can't fall into old patterns when she returns to work:
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I won't ever bring work home again, and I'll have to learn to take a step back. It'll be hard, but I will. I owe it to you, and myself. And the kids. I do good work. I need to be able for it.”


A real smile blossomed on Willow's face.


“I'm so happy to hear you say that. And acknowledge yourself. It's a big deal. I'm proud of you.”

I'm proud of Tara too! :heart

And I loved this insight from Willow:
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“You're the only person the world who thinks I'm cool.”


She looked at Tara with utter adoration.


“But that's okay. Because you're the only person in the world that matters.”

Awww... :wtkiss :flower


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Dibs-y Goodness! :banana :bounce


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Yay for excellent update-y goodness... I'm really glad that Tara was there for Abigail... Big yay for those Powers of Attourney's... I loved Willow's "proposal".


Glad you enjoyed it :)

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We have to wait sometime for the real one...


Technically it's already occurred :P

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Will’s redemption

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Happy Valentine's Day to all of you! :bigkiss :flower


Belated Happy Valentines to kittens everywhere!

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I'm glad that Tara is better and that she got to be there for Abby during her abortion procedure.


Me too. She needed the closure to move on and do better (Tara that is...obviously Abby needed it for a lot more reasons!)

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Yay for them giving the other power of attorney and a health care proxy - although it led to some uneasiness for Willow caused by the thoughts of the medical "worst case scenario".


It's an uncomfortable but necessary conversation to have.

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Willow's mock proposal was hilarious! I guess it could have felt mean if there wasn't the sure knowledge in both of our girls that Willow will propose to Tara eventually.


I think Tara's heart almost leapt out of her chest, but at least we know Willow will make it up to her in a year or so!

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I loved their scrabble match and big kid Willow making an appearance with the "victory dance". I had to look the word cabotage up myself, with Wikipedia informing me that "Cabotage /ˈkæbətᵻdʒ/ is the transport of goods or passengers between two places in the same country by a transport operator from another Country". Apparently it's "Kabotage" in german which I never heard of before, too. So thanks for increasing my knowledge, Laragh. :)



I have no idea how Willow knows the word - I'm guessing it was some kind of quiz answer she memorised!

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It's cute how Willow can switch from big kid to tender girlfriend so quick


I love that about her :)

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Yay for Tara gifting Willow with a brandnew X-Box!


Yay for Willow!

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:wtkiss

Hear, hear!


Some frivolity and spontaneousness never hurt anyone.

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Glad that Tara realized that she can't fall into old patterns when she returns to work:


It was an important realisation, one she needed to get kicked into her!

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I'm proud of Tara too! :heart


She will be pleased to know!

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And I loved this insight from Willow:

Awww... :wtkiss :flower


She's getting there. She really is.

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TITLE: Adult Confidential

WRITER: 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: They’ve graduated, now they’re faced with the big, bad world of adulthood…the second part in the prequel series of Hacker Confidential and Family Confidential (and follow-up to College Confidential)

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

FEEDBACK: Yes please

NOTE: Won't be around next week because I'm going on vacation tomorrow, but should be back the week after :)

Chapter 29

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Willow sat on the floor in the apartment, with an Xbox controller held firmly in both hands.


Every so often her hands had momentary separation from the device so she could swig some afternoon beer or crunch a few potato chips into her mouth. Mostly they were snatched and scoffed quickly, to avoid too much time away from the controller.


Brian was sitting on the other side of the bowl of chips, engaging Willow in the game of Halo 3 he’d brought over on his way home from his shift at work. It was on his way and saved Willow the transport costs of getting to Brian's place, so they'd shifted their gaming sessions to Willow and Tara's place and Brian just brought some games along to play on Willow's console.


They were both focused on the screen, but had been chatting throughout too.


“Been seeing any girls?” Willow asked.


“I have no time for that kind of stuff between work and school,” Brian replied, somewhat shyly, “It takes too much time and emotion.”


“No flings?” Willow asked chirpily.


Brian just shook his head, a short and embarrassed shake.


“I don’t really do flings.”


Willow nodded.


“I get that. I wasn’t either. Tara was always my one and only.”


Brian smiled; his attitude to relationships and personal dislike of one night stands was usually a source of teasing amongst his other friends. He appreciated someone who would not only refrain from making jibes, but who understood as well.


“You guys are pretty sweet together,” he said, then clarified with a scrunched nose, “I don’t mean that in a surfer bro ‘sweeeet’ kind of way.”


Willow looked at him with an arched eyebrow and Brian made a motion with one hand.


“You know what I mean…Californians.”


Willow smirked.


“Did I ever mention I’m from California?”


Brian’s eyes went wide, but Willow reprieved him with a smile.


“It’s okay, I get what you mean. Luckily I never encountered too many surfer dudes in my time there.”


Brian was blushing and his eyes bored into his on-screen actions to distract himself from his embarrassment.


“Do you go back?” he asked, with a slight crack in his voice betraying his discomfort about his faux-pas.


Willow just shook her head.


“My parents weren’t on board with the lady lovin’.”


Brian’s face softly creased and he lowered his controller to offer Willow the genuine solemnity he felt.


“I’m so sorry.”


Willow shrugged a shoulder.


“We weren’t ever super close so it wasn’t the biggest blow…once I got a new family in the form of Tara, that hole was pretty much filled.”


Brian got as close to a salacious look on his face as he would ever get and Willow fixed him with a scandalized look.


“You perve!”


Brian was shocked; both at himself and that he’d been caught out. His lower lip trembled as he fought for some excuse.


“I…I…”


Willow finally laughed and threw a potato chip in her mouth.


“You and Becky must get on great.”


Brian’s smile softened and there was a hint of a wistful look in his eye.


“She’s a really nice girl.”


“Yeah, once you get to know her,” Willow agreed with a nod, “Tara took a little while to warm, but they’re besties now. Don’t tell her I’m playing this game by the way, she can be sensitive about violence.”


Brian shook his head.


“This isn’t violent…really. Not compared to other games.”


“Like I said, sensitive,” Willow replied, then jumped up when she saw an enemy come onto screen and aggressively pressed buttons on the controller, “Die, die, die!”


She pumped the air victoriously when it died, then had to scramble to drop down and pause the game when she heard the rustling of the key in the door.


She put her finger to her lips to signal a shush motion and Brian gave a conspiratorial smirk and nod.


Tara came through the door with a plastic bag swinging off her wrist and had warm smiles for them both as she strode across to make her way over to the kitchen.


“Hi you guys.”


“Hi baby,” Willow greeted.


“Hi Tara,” Brian added, returning the smile, though shyer.


“Having fun?” Tara asked, making a nod towards the screen without paying too much attention to it, “I royally sucked when I tried to play that hedgehog game with Willow. Now I let her play and cheer her on.”


Brian nodded.


“Yeah, we were having fun,” he replied and grinned at Willow with the back of his head to Tara, “Lots of peaceful fun.”


Willow shot him the evil eye but Tara was busy taking out the fresh fruit and vegetables she’d bought on the way home to notice the exchange.


“I hope you didn’t ruin your appetites with those chips.”


“Sorry, baby, I lost track of time,” Willow replied quickly, happy for a change in subject, “I meant to have dinner ready for you.”


Tara dismissed her with a hand wave.


“It’s okay, you’ve cooked all week. Do you want to stay for dinner, Brian?”


Brian stood up and dusted himself off.


“I better go. I have an assignment to work on. It’s so tempting to call in here after work now that Willow has the Xbox. I always end up scribbling the last hundred words and practically drinking some ramen to get food into me.”


“How’s the master’s going?” Tara enquired, popping a grape into her mouth as she set them into the fruit bowl.


Brian made a so-so motion with his hands.


“It’s hard but it’s good. There's so few jobs out there, I really had no choice but to try and give myself more of an edge.”


Tara nodded along, then pointed the tip of the knife in his direction. She’d become quite fond of Brian in the time they’d spend together, after their initial unsureness. She found his humour quite like Willow’s and his easy-going nature quite relatable.


“We never did that poker night we talked about.”


Willow suddenly popped up excitedly.


“Hey! Brian and I were talking about Halloween earlier…what if we threw a poker themed Halloween party! Just the gang so it’s not really expensive. Beer and chips. Potato and poker variety.”


“Sure, why not?” Tara replied, tucking a stray piece of hair behind her ear, “Maybe we could pick up a proper kit cheap online?”


“You can borrow mine,” Brian offered.


“Great, thank you,” Tara replied sincerely, then rooted in the fridge for a moment and produced a Tupperware container for him, “Here, take this leftover lasagne. It was only cooked last night. Three minutes in the microwave.”


“Take it, she’ll be offended if you don’t let her take care of you,” Willow replied, her tongue poking out between her teeth.


Brian was blushing slightly but accepted the container.


“That’s really kind, thank you.”


He put his jacket back on, said his goodbyes and left with his game and dinner tucked under his arm. Willow closed the door behind him, and turned back around to Tara, the wheels already clearing turning in her mind.


“Well now I know what my next unemployed project is – cracking out a super Halloween party!”


“If anyone can, it's you,” Tara encouraged.


A big smile broke out on Willow's face.


“Thanks for the vote of confidence.”


Tara looked up for a moment to smile over.


“I really love seeing you have some social life.”


“So Brian gets the thumbs up now?” Willow asked hopefully.


Tara lifted her hands and gave two thumbs up. Willow lifted herself on the balls of her feet happily.


“Great. I know I pick odd friends but they're always good in the end!”


“Does that include me?” Tara asked as she brought some spinach under the kitchen tap to wash.


Willow grinned.


“You'd have to be a little bit strange to be attracted to me.”


Tara's eyebrow flicked upwards, accompanied by a playful smirk.


“I must be the strangest gal in the country.”


Willow absolutely beamed and quickly joined Tara in the kitchen.


“Let me help. I took chicken out but I hadn't contemplated what to do with it yet.”


“Let's keep it easy,” Tara suggested, “Garlic chicken with some greens and mashed potato.”


Willow nodded, then turned Tara to her and pulled her into a hug.


“I didn't give you one of these.”


Tara turned her head into Willow's neck and inhaled softly.


“All I want. All I need.”


They embraced for a moment, met for a kiss, then Tara turned back to continue preparing their dinner.


“Tell me about all these poker party ideas you have. I know that mind has started whirring…”


Willow's eyes flashed with excitement.


“Whizzing and whirring and humming and buzzing…you just wait and see the monster list I make for this!”





Tara peered at a picture Willow had on the screen of her laptop and compared it to Willow’s face.


The laptop was sitting in the bed, right beside Willow, and Tara was standing in front applying copious lipstick to Willow’s mouth and surrounding face.


The lipstick was becoming blunt and flaky as she continued to use it.


“I think this is the end of this lipstick.”


“Sorry, I couldn’t find red face paint,” Willow said apologetically, already with heaps of white face paint all over her face and deeply black eyes, “Much obliged, Queen of my Heart.”


Tara paused and adopted a dramatically stern look on her face.


“It’s Queen of ALL Hearts. Get my name right or it will be off with your head!”


Tara twirled in her black and white poofy dress that she’d sewn felt hearts onto and had added a short black jacket, fishnet stockings and an up-do to finish her costume for her portrayal of the Queen of Hearts. Willow, as The Joker, completed their card-themed tag team couples ensemble for their poker night. Much thought and preparation had been put into their outfits and the evening.


“Not a chance,” Willow scoffed, though it was terrifying with the Joker smile Tara had painted on her, “You’d miss it too much.”


Tara stood back and held the handheld mirror in front of Willow’s face.


“Enough red?”


Willow did her best scowl into the mirror, then looked up with a smile and nodded.


“Thank you! I’m almost done!”


She jumped up and dashed into the bathroom, slamming the door behind her. Tara went into the living room to arrange the snacks and get the table ready for them to play, for whenever their friends arrived.


There was a general black and red theme, with a few special decorations Willow had researched and put together thoroughly but cheaply to suit their budget.


She had two sets of sixteen white balloons, blown up and carefully stuck together in a rectangle shape to resemble a life-size playing card, with one black balloon in each corner of one and one red balloon in each corner of the other. A cut out heart on red cardboard and cut out spade shape on black sat in the middle to identify them clearly.


It had taken about a hundred balloons to get the finished effect and many jumps of terror as they burst, but Willow had been quite proud when they were completed; it coming as close to art as she’d ever accomplished.


She’d also strung a deck of cards along some string and hung it from the ceiling with falls, like a streamer. As well, she'd used the felt covering meant for the table-top, etched with card markings, to make a feature wall behind the table where they were set to play.


Alongside chips and beer, and a promise for pizza as the night progressed, Tara had decorated cookies to look like poker chips and they’d made strawberry vodka Jell-O shots with blueberries suspended in them to complete the look.


Tara noticed the life size cards swaying a bit and closed the window to stop them from falling over.


There was a knock on the door as she was gently stabilising them, and she took a minute to make sure they were okay before answering.


Alice was on the other side, wearing a tan-coloured adult onesie with black spots, with the hood up and pointed ears on top. She extended a bottle of red wine towards Tara.


“Happy Halloween!”


Tara let her in, but peered after her in confusion.


“Did you leave your costume to the last second?”


“I’m a cheetah,” Alice proclaimed proudly, in a full Bostonian accent to emphasise her gag, “Get it? Cheater?”


Tara silently snorted.


“The night is already off to a wildcat start,” she quipped as she walked into the kitchen to open the wine, “Nice play on the accent. Willow will appreciate it.”


Willow appeared from the bathroom, her hair a metallic green from emptying the contents of a can of hair spray on it. Tara gave her the thumbs up that she’d pulled off the Joker look perfectly and Willow smiled shyly back, then gave Alice the same look Tara had.


“What will I appreciate?”


Alice opened her mouth, but Willow jumped on the spot before words came out.


“Wait!” she said, grinning from ear to ear to have worked out the pun, “You’re a cheater!”


“That’s what I said, I’m a cheetah!” Alice retorted in her near-perfect accent.


Willow threw her head back with laughter, though it was far creepier than intended with her costume.


“Wicked cool,” she said, offering Alice the thumbs up too.


“Thanks, Joker,” Alice replied with a wink, nodding in appreciation to Tara as she returned with a glass of wine for her, “And to you, your highness. Great costumes. And this place looks great. Where’d you get all the decorations?”


“Willow made them,” Tara replied proudly.


“I got the idea off the internet, I didn’t make them up,” Willow replied bashfully, “Not like I’ve much else to do.”


“Well I’m impressed,” Alice replied cordially and lifted her glass in a salute.


She took a seat on one couch and Willow sat opposite. Tara joined her moments later with a glass of wine for herself and a cold beer for Willow.


They all chatted together for a short space of time until there was a second knock at the door and Willow answered it to Becky and Brian, who had shared a cab over.


Becky was dressed as a generic vampire and Brian had a sheet over himself with two eye holes cut out, though he had drawn different suites of cards and poker chips on it too.


“Boo!” he said as he jumped over the threshold.


Willow’s eyebrow arched.


“Who’re you supposed to be? Casper the cardy ghost?”


Brian wiggled his fingers ‘spookily’.


“I’m the pokergeist,” he said in a ghostly voice.


Becky rolled her eyes behind him, and the other three all groaned. Brian threw his hands up.


“Come on! That’s funny!”


Becky clapped a hand over Brian’s shoulder from behind.


“Sorry dude. Cringe city.”


Willow closed the door behind them and turned to Becky.


“What’s your excuse?”


Becky suddenly grabbed Willow, swooped her down and made a motion as if to bite her neck.


“I vant to suck your bank accounts dry,” she said in her best Transylvanian accent before releasing Willow and making a theatrical jump away, “And avoid the high stakes.”


Willow wiped at her neck and scrunched her nose in Tara’s direction as she passed to get the new guests drinks.


“We have the punniest friends,” she said mockingly, “And sorry, but there’ll be no sucking tonight.”


Becky smirked.


“Speak for yourself. I have an after party to go to.”


A bottle cap suddenly flew through the air as Willow’s hand slipped popping it off.


“Of the bank accounts!” she clarified, eyes wide, “Money! We’re not playing for money! Jeez!”


“No fun,” Becky replied and sat at a chair at the table so she could cross her legs at the knee, which were well below the hemline of her skirt, “But I have no money to lose anyway, so for the best.”


“None of us do,” Alice added in.


“Winner gets the first slice of pizza!” Willow announced, shoving bottles of beer at both Becky and Brian, then going back to hide in Tara’s shoulder.


“I can get behind them odds,” Becky replied, taking a long glug from the beer, “Only thing better than a cold one in the hand is a hot one in the–”


“Cookie!” Willow interjected loudly and jumped up to find the plate, “Tara made us special cookies. We should try them.”


Becky leaned forward, intrigued.


“'Special' cookies? I thought once was enough for you.”


Willow was turning red and getting quite flustered.


“Not special cookies. Just…just cookies! With chocolate chips and frosting and they look like poker chips and please shove one in your gob now okay?”


She all but shovelled one into Becky’s mouth and then offered the rest around.


Tara brought up a new conversational piece by discussing a Halloween party she’d been at, at a group home that day and all of the children’s creative costumes.


That detoured the conversation onto their own childhood Halloween memories and everyone relaxed with their first drink to listen and share.


When refill time came about, everyone gathered around the table and Tara produced the tray of shots. Becky excitedly grabbed the first one.


“Jell-O shots. Now it’s a party!”


They all toasted their plastic cups and took the shot before finding seats around the table.


“Texas Hold ‘Em all ‘round?” Becky asked, flicking the cards between her hands and shuffling them.


Alice nervously scooted her chair inwards.


“Am I the only one who has no idea how to play?”


Willow shook her head.


“I read the rules but I’m in virgin territory with you.”


“Maybe we could buddy up as one?” Alice suggested.


Becky eyed her, narrowly.


“She’s trying to be a cheetah already!”


“I think we should let them play together,” Tara intervened with a smile for her colleague and girlfriend.


“Whatever the Queen says,” Brian added with a playfully obedient smile.


Willow moved a chair around to sit by Alice and Becky started to deal them out. Brian split each denomination of the chips into four equal piles and they each threw in a 50 chip to get things going.


Everyone discreetly peered at their cards and they all called. Becky dealt the first community cards and Brian accidentally smiled at his hand.


“What have you got Mr Green?” Becky asked upon seeing it, “What’s your middle name anyway?”


Brian mumbled something, then eventually sighed.


“Ignatius.”


“Ignatius?” Becky asked through a snort.


“It’s a family name,” Brian replied awkwardly.


Becky pursed her lips to stop from laughing but she didn’t succeed.


“Wait, your initials are B-I-G?”


She winked at him.


“Hello Mr. Big.”


Brian blushed and immediately, reluctantly, folded.


Willow kicked Becky under the table to stop teasing Brian and then had a hushed discussion with Alice about whether they would call or not. Eventually they did, as did Tara and Becky.


The next card was laid out and Tara bowed out. Willow was pumped up in the excitement of the game, so she raised. Becky, a born competitor, called it.


She threw in the chip and showed her hand.


“Flush.”


Willow had to think for a moment, then got even more excited.


“Ha!” she said, revealing her cards, “Full House!”


She smugly gathered the chips in.


“I remembered that one because of the TV show.”


Tara smirked.


“Willow had a crush on D.J.”


Willow looked up, wide-eyed.


“Tara!”


Tara stuck out her tongue and Willow returned the gesture.


“Ladies, flirt in your own time,” Becky said as she set up the next round, “There’s pizza on the line here. Anywhere around here do one of those jumbo pies?”


“I’m not sure,” Tara replied with a shrug, “We’ve never gotten one.”


Becky flicked her head in a nod.


“Google it.”


Tara glanced over to her girlfriend.


“Willow, can you check on your phone? Mine doesn’t do the internet thing.”


“You don’t have a smartphone?” Brian asked in disbelief, “What do you do it bed?”


All four women stared at Brian with arched eyebrows, and he almost disappeared behind his blush.


“She reads,” Willow answered wryly as she tapped on her phone, “How many inches do you want?”


Willow received the next set of stares and she pushed her phone away, embarrassed.


“Oh, screw it! We’re getting normal pizza! Somebody deal.”


Over a couple of hours, they played their hands, alternating who was the dealer. Willow was pretty impressed with how well Tara played and admired her growing pile of poker chips.


Brian and Becky were decent players too, though Brian seemed to have extra luck on his side that night. He and Tara had the biggest pots, followed surprisingly by Willow and Alice, which frustrated Becky greatly.


Tara offered to give up her prize to Becky, as she had the biggest pot at that point and that, along with another Jell-O shot, seemed to placate her. Willow offered to order the pizza, but as she reached for her phone, some cards slid out of her sleeve.


Becky gasped and stood to point dramatically at both her and Alice.


“Lie! Cheat! Steal! A plague on both your houses!”


Brian shook his head, smirking.


“She lured you in with her cheetah ways.”


Willow snatched her arm back and held her sleeve close to her.


“It was your own lousy faults for taking a beer break and leaving the table and us with the temptation!”


Alice turned around to shake her butt and the tail coming out of it.


“Never trust a crafty cat.”


“Everybody calm down,” Tara said in a stately manner, “Willow and Alice can forfeit their pot if they would like to continue to play.”


Willow pouted but agreed and they all took another break to go to the bathroom, order the pizza and get new drinks. The table was manned this time and everyone had to empty pockets and shake sleeves before sitting back down.


Pizza arrived and they all ate from paper plates as they resumed the game.


After another stretch, by which point people were getting to the tipsy point of not being able to play properly, the last round was down to Tara and Willow, since Alice still had little clue what was going on.


“Raise you 50,” Willow said, throwing in yet another chip and eyeing Tara defiantly.


“Raise you 100,” Tara countered and Willow’s smile almost faltered.


She had a lousy hand but she considered herself the master of the bluff and she thought she could outsmart her girlfriend.


Willow had one single 100 chip left, and she knew Tara had challenged her with that on purpose. But she liked a challenge.


“Call,” she said, lifting her chin confidently, “Whatcha’ got?”


Tara turned her hand over.


“Three of a kind.”


Willow’s brow creased and Tara wiggled her fingers towards the cards.


“Show ‘em.”


Willow tossed her cards and grumbled.


“What was that?” Tara asked, grinning.


“Pair of sixes,” she repeated grumpily.


“You raised twice on a pair of sixes?” Becky asked in disbelief.


Willow kicked the leg of the table.


“I thought she was bluffing!”


Tara blew a kiss across the table.


“I know your tell, Willow Rosenberg, just like I know everything else about you.”


Willow couldn’t help a little smile, but still tried to appear sulky. Everyone disbanded for another toilet break, as the alcohol swam through their bloodstreams and landed in their bladders.


Tara poured herself a glass of water to counteract all the wine and Willow came in to have a moment with her in the kitchen.


Willow put her arms around Tara’s waist and pulled them close.


“How did you know my tell?” she asked in her sweetest voice.


Tara rubbed her thumb over Willow’s lips and spoke quietly.


“Because you get the same look on your face when you’re horny. I know that little nose wiggle means you think you’re onto something.”


She plugged Willow’s nose affectionately, who scrunched it up in delight.


“Am I in for a happy Halloween?”


Tara leaned in and offered a slow kiss.


“Play your cards right and you just might be.”

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Dibs-y Goodness! :banana :bounce

Yay for great update-y goodness... Big yay for nice Halloween party...

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This was a great light hearted group get together chapter. Which means there's an awesome post party sex chapter coming up next, followed by up to two chapters of surprise angst coming out of left field... Oh no! I've stayed up till 4 am to write this reply and the sleep deprivation has given me a glimpse behind the matrix.

Seriously though great chapter. I especially liked the reveal that Willow's "I'm lying about my average to sub-par poker hand" tell face is the exact same one as her "Ha, ha, I'm gonna get laid!" face. A most vital moral of the story if ever there was one. "Don't play poker with someone who spends all their free time looking at your real life emotes," kids at home.

Though to be honest some of those puns were painful. No. Wait. I misspoke. All. All of those puns were painful. But some were painful in a good way.

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A nice Halloween evening for our circle of friends! Impressive burst of creativity from Willow with the costumes and decorations. I guess she will soon get over loosing all her cookie-chips to Tara - I'm pretty sure Willow will be the one to eat them, anyway...

I'm really looking forward to our couple's private celebration later in the night... :wtkiss I recommend to take the costumes off first or it might get messy, though.

That we have to wait another week for the next update is tough, but you really deserve a wonderful vacation, Laragh. Enjoy your time and come back safely!


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Been reading random chapters of your story. Any idea when you will be able to start posting again? My Wednesday noon lunches are getting quite boring without a new chapter!


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Been reading random chapters of your story. Any idea when you will be able to start posting again? My Wednesday noon lunches are getting quite boring without a new chapter!


I'm hoping next Wednesday, Wednesday week at the very latest! (I lost some work when my computer broke down and just got the computer back)

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I will definitely be back on the 23rd!

Sorry to everyone, ended up being gone way longer than I anticipated!

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Yay for great update-y goodness... Big yay for nice Halloween party...


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Seriously though great chapter. I especially liked the reveal that Willow's "I'm lying about my average to sub-par poker hand" tell face is the exact same one as her "Ha, ha, I'm gonna get laid!" face. A most vital moral of the story if ever there was one. "Don't play poker with someone who spends all their free time looking at your real life emotes," kids at home.


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A nice Halloween evening for our circle of friends! Impressive burst of creativity from Willow with the costumes and decorations.


I think she probably scoured Pinterest...it's like creativity in a can!

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I guess she will soon get over loosing all her cookie-chips to Tara - I'm pretty sure Willow will be the one to eat them, anyway...


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I'm really looking forward to our couple's private celebration later in the night... :wtkiss I recommend to take the costumes off first or it might get messy, though.


You might have to imagine it...trying to lose some predictability here!

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Thank you! I had a blast (and met Amber Benson :D)

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TITLE: Adult Confidential

WRITER: 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: They’ve graduated, now they’re faced with the big, bad world of adulthood…the second part in the prequel series of Hacker Confidential and Family Confidential (and follow-up to College Confidential)

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

FEEDBACK: Yes please

Chapter 30

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Tara tapped the last button to turn her work computer off and spun her chair around to stand.


She donned her jacket and buttoned it up to protect herself from the blustering winds outside. She was one of the only ones left in the office, and was about to join her colleagues in leaving it behind for a few days to enjoy the holidays.


She put her phone in one pocket and her T pass card in the other so she wouldn’t have to expose her hands for longer than necessary on her journey home. Finally, her computer screen went blank and she made her way out of the office for the well-needed break.


Her foot was on the threshold when Alice came rushing around, all in a fluster.


“Tara. Thank god I caught you.”


Tara glanced down and saw Alice was holding one of the ‘on call’ cell phones, which were the direct line for the after-hours service.


She tensed.


She hoped she wasn’t about to be asked what she thought she was about to be asked.


“I’m not rostered on for Christmas.”


Alice looked both apologetic and desperate.


“Someone bailed, they’re snowed in. I’m in a bind.”


Tara’s face flickered with frustration.


“I took Thanksgiving. I was in the hospital the whole time and only got about 20 minutes with Willow the whole weekend.”


Alice put her hands together in a prayer pose.


“It’s 2IC, so you’ll only be called in if there’s overflow. I have to have everyone confirmed before I leave and I’m getting on a flight to Minnesota in an hour. We’re doing Christmas in Duluth with my brother and it’s the last flight out. Please, you’ll be doing me a huge favour.”


Tara sighed and shoved the second phone in her pocket.


“Someone has to do it.”


Alice hugged Tara gratefully.


“Thank you.”


“Have a nice time with your family,” Tara said, managing to just about keep the grumble out of her voice, “Happy Holidays.”


“Are you coming to my New Year’s party?” Alice asked kindly, “I was a convert after your party last year. Never had one before, thought I'd throw my hat in the ring.”


“Guess that depends on if I’ll be working,” Tara replied, a little clipped.


“I promise I won’t schedule you for New Year’s,” Alice said, still apologetic in her tone, “And I can give you an extra vacation day.”


Tara considered it.


“Is that in lieu of overtime pay?”


Alice shook her head.


“No, it’s a non-official ‘I’ll cover your ass if you cover mine’ kind of offer.”


“It would be nice to have an extra day free,” Tara admitted.


Alice squeezed Tara’s shoulder.


“You are a lifesaver,” she said, then embraced Tara again, “Enjoy your Christmas and I’ll see you next week.”


Tara gave a pursed lips smile and headed out before anything else was landed on her.


She kept her head down as she walked out into the blistering cold, flecks of slushy snow hitting her face and getting in her eye.


The streets were pretty in the darkness with twinkling lights and that festive spirit hanging in the air. The cold, however, detracted from all of it and Tara barely looked up between her office and the T station.


The station was more crowded than an airport on Christmas Eve and Tara was stuck standing around for twenty minutes before they made the announcement that a lot of lines were discontinued because of ice.


There was a collective groan, louder than the would-be rumble of the train that wasn’t showing up and people starting pulling out phones to check bus timetables or hail cabs.


Tara walked out and rounded the corner to the bus stop, but once she saw the mass of people gathering around it, she just continued walking past. A cab would cost a fortune in this bumper-to-bumper traffic and they were broke anyway. She’d appreciate the salary bump in the new year with the holiday overtime, even if she was silently cursing Alice’s name under her breath still.


With little other option, she began a careful trek home, watching her feet with every move to ensure she didn’t go flying across the ice.


It was a messy and at times precarious trip, with wheels skidding past her and endless beeping of horns by frustrated drivers. She was close to flipping some of them off as they drove past her with no consideration of stoplights or her right of way.


Finally she turned the corner onto her street and saw the sweet snow-covered steps leading up to the building.


Her boots made heavy prints in the snow as she ascended them and she shook herself off before slipping inside the building.


The heat rushed at her red cheeks and made her get that freeze-burn feeling. She patted them a few times as she made her way up to the second floor and got some feeling back.


Her key went in the door and was delighted to feel the apartment even warmer from whatever Willow was cooking in the oven.


“God, It’s like a Beijing traffic jam out there.”


“There you are!” Willow said from the kitchen, lifting her phone and waving it around, “I’ve been calling!”


Tara took her cell phone out of her pocket and noticed the missed calls.


“I’m sorry, I didn’t hear it. The winds are howling,” she apologised, “The T is shut down, I had to walk.”


“Jesus,” Willow replied, coming over and shutting the door behind Tara, “Come in, you must be freezing.”


Tara emptied her pockets and started to take her jacket off, but Willow picked up the work phone immediately.


“And what is this?” she asked accusingly, before her face turned angry when she saw the contrite look on Tara’s face, “You did Thanksgiving!”


Tara hung her jacket up, rubbed her hands together for warmth, then took Willow’s hands in hers.


“I’m sorry, honey. There was no choice. But I’m getting another day off instead, so…”


She pressed herself close to Willow and eyed her seductively.


“We can have a long weekend sometime…just the two of us…with no reason to go to sleep…”


Willow’s cheeks flamed to match Tara’s cold ones and plenty of very warming images played through her mind. She leaned in and kissed Tara’s icy lips but had to pull away for fear they’d stick together like a tongue to a frozen pole.


She put the work phone back down on the table and sighed.


“I know it’s not your fault. Just…blah. You’re getting paid, right?”


Tara nodded.


“Holiday pay. Time and a half.”


“Well that’ll set off our new year right,” Willow conceded.


Tara smiled.


“My thoughts exactly.”


Willow brushed her fingers against Tara’s cheek, which sent a shiver down her spine.


“That cheek is like ice. I’m running you a hot bath.”


“For two?” Tara asked invitingly.


Willow grinned and winked.


“If you’re lucky.”


“It can be my Christmas gift,” Tara suggested.


Willow offered her hand to Tara to lead the way.


“Trust me, the gift is all mine.”


They giggled their way into the bathroom and got undressed while the tub filled.


Willow got in first and Tara sat in opposite, hissing slightly as the warm water so radically consumed her frozen skin. She settled her legs, scooted her butt until she was comfortable, then relaxed back.


“Now this is heaven.”


She reached up and took her hair down, letting fall past her shoulders, just above the water line. Willow’s hips squirmed beneath.


“Hey, are you trying to turn me on?”


Tara folded her arms behind her head, alluringly.


“Might be.”


Willow couldn’t help but notice Tara’s chest pop up.


“You’re very good at it.”


Tara just smirked, then leaned her head back and inhaled softly from the warm air, which had a sweetness to it.


“You know there’s a really nice smell around. Did you light a Christmas candle?”


Willow shook her head.


“I’m cooking gingerbread.”


Tara’s eyebrow arched.


“Wow. You are?”


“Don’t sound so surprised,” Willow replied good-naturedly, then turned shy, “I actually thought maybe we could make a house together. I bought gum drops and mini marshmallows and liquorice and peppermints and all kinds of stuff to decorate.”


Tara smiled softly.


“I’d love to make a gingerbread house with you. That’s such a sweet idea.”


Willow returned the smile.


“At least we’ll get to do one festive thing together,” she lamented with a soft sigh, “And we did get Hanukkah.”


Tara lifted her foot and used her big toe to draw circles on Willow’s chest. She sent a sultry smirk across the tub.


“Dreidel, dreidel, dreidel…”


Willow’s cheeks flushed some more.


“You seem warmed up.”


Tara pushed her back off the bath and started to crawl over to Willow.


She pushed her face up closed to Willow, her eyes falling between Willow’s eyes and her lips.


“Very.”


Willow started to close the gap, but as their lips were on the verge of touching, the timer started going off in the kitchen.


Willow’s nose scrunched.


“Hold that thought?”


Tara lounged back with a sigh.


“You torture me, Willow Rosenberg.”


“But I do it out of love,” Willow replied as she hopped out.


Tara watched Willow’s butt shimmy into a robe, then held her breath and dunked herself under the water to refresh herself. She decided to wash her hair while it was wet and then joined Willow five minutes later in her robe.


Willow was organising the candies and frosting and smiled over when Tara appeared.


“Good timing. I need your steady artist’s hand.”


Tara’s sash was loosely tied and Willow got an eyeful as she sat down.


“Um, I…um…” she stumbled, before blinking repeatedly and sitting down too, while clearing her throat, “I have baked ziti in the oven. Was just waiting for the gingerbread to cook.”


“I love, love, love your baked ziti,” Tara gushed.


Willow smiled. She was turning into a moderately okay cook, she thought.


“All the down time has some benefits.”


Tara scooted her chair closer.


“We should use the white frosting to form the house, so it looks like snow on the house.”


“Yes!” Willow replied eagerly, “And the peppermints for the windows and door and gumdrops for the roof. Then we can line the ground with mini marshmallows to be pillow-y snow and I have some green frosting to have the grass be poking through.”


“You’ve thought this through,” Tara complimented, “And I have no doubt this gingerbread shapes have been formed with perfect geometric equation so as fit together, as your lovely brain dictates.”


Their shoulders rubbed together.


“You’re sweeter than pi,” Willow replied, grinning, “Geddit?”


Tara shook her head with a smile and held up the first two sides of the house for Willow to paste together with the frosting. They laughed as they continued building it, tossing candies into each other’s mouths and dabbing one another’s cheeks and noses with the frosting.


Tara smeared some frosting all over Willow’s lips, then caught her cheeks and pulled her in to kiss it all off.


Willow giggled against Tara’s lips and gave her an Eskimo kiss. Tara licked the excess frosting from her own lips that had transferred.


“I like playing house with you.”


Willow smiled, then went into the kitchen and quickly returned with two gingerbread people, one with blue dabs of frosting for eyes and one with green.


“Hey, look, look,” she said as she brought them over and made them ‘play’ in the gingerbread yard, “I made gingerbread us-es!”


Tara watched them for a moment, then leaned over and bit the green-eyed cookie’s head off.


Willow’s mouth dropped and she gaped at her girlfriend in shock.


“You ate my head!”


“You’re delicious,” Tara said as she swallowed.


“Oh you be careful, I’ll eat you up!” Willow threatened playfully.


Tara’s eyebrow rose challengingly, while her lips quirked sideways.


“Come and get me.”





Tara woke naturally for the first time in a while; uninterrupted by cell phones, alarms or snoring.


She immediately made a grab for her cell, anticipating a torrent of missed calls and a mess to tidy up. She found it fully charged, working functionally and without a single message or alert.


She very carefully put it down lest it suddenly bombard her with a torrent of communications, took in the time flashing on the clock and the fact she got so much interrupted sleep, and cast her eyes towards the sleeping Willow beside her.


She reached up and brushed some hair off Willow’s cheek, then tickled it lightly with her finger. Willow’s eyes flickered open and stared up at the ceiling for a few moments, then her head fell towards Tara. She smiled.


Tara returned it.


“Hey gorgeous.”


“Hey yourself,” Willow greeted back sleepily, her long lashes slowly blinking over her eyelids, “Hey…did we cuddle all night?”


Tara nodded.


“It was very nice.”


“You didn’t get call–” Willow started but Tara silenced her with a finger against her lips.


“Don’t jinx it.”


Willow’s eyes widened and she nodded solemnly. Tara leaned in to press a long smooch against Willow’s cheek while putting an arm around her waist and snuggling in.


“Merry Christmas.”


Willow stroked the arm around her waist.


“And to you. Looks like it’s snowing again.”


They looked out the window together and watched the flakes fall, though it seemed less aggressive than the blizzard like conditions of the few days previous.


Tara inhaled a breath of the warm air, grateful not to be out in that snow again, and sat up to stretch.


“Why don’t I make us some hot chocolate and we can do presents by our little tree.”


Willow watched Tara’s pyjama top ride up and expose her back. She resisted brushing her hand against that bump at the base of her girlfriend’s spine and cast her eyes upwards to Tara, who was looking over her shoulder at her.


“…that sounds lovely.”


Tara just shot Willow an ‘I know what you were doing’ smirk and shuffled off the bed to head out into the kitchen.


Willow rolled onto the other side of the bed and inhaled softly from Tara’s pillow as she luxuriously stretched. When she was ready, she swung her legs over the bed, pulled her comfy robe over her body and padded out of the bedroom in her fluffiest socks.


She heard the spurting sound of an aerosol can and approached Tara in the kitchen eagerly.


“Do I hear whipped cream?”


Tara held the can at Willow’s mouth and squirted some in. While Willow was swallowing it all, Tara shot some onto her nose and kissed it off.


Willow giggled and stuck her tongue out to try and reach an errant bit of white on the end of her nose.


Tara added some cream to their steaming mugs, put the can back in the fridge and offered Willow her hot chocolate. They made their way into the living space by their mini-tree Tara had picked up their first Christmas together and sat on the floor, opposite each other with their legs stretched out.


Willow held her mug in both hands and inhaled the steam.


“SuperTara’sMagicChristmasMadeByDrinkingSwissMiss,” she sang, off-key, then continued humming as she took a warming sip, “This is yummy.”


Tara dragged a present from under the tree and passed it over.


“If it’s ‘yummy’ you’re into…”


Willow held the heavy gift in her hand and looked at it peculiarly. She ripped it open and her eyes grew wide when she saw the five pound gummy bear.


“Oh my god!” she said as she freed it from its packaging and began nibbling on its ear, “Amazing! Thank you!”


She tore the ear clean off and used her foot to nudge the other gift under the tree towards Tara.


“Open yours, open yours.”


Tara picked out the bulky, square gift from under the tree, feeling its softness beneath the wrapping paper.


Willow watched intently as Tara peeled back the wrapping, hoping it would be well-received.


She’d been scouring those discount voucher sites in her quest to get Tara something nice and nabbed a deal to create the personalised gift.


Tara finally freed the contents and revealed a cushion embossed with pictures of them on the front and back. Tara’s smile lit up her whole face.


“It’s a Willow-pillow!”


“You’re in there too,” Willow replied sheepishly.


Tara hugged the cushion to herself, then launched herself at Willow, kissing and hugging her and only narrowly missing making Willow spill her hot chocolate.


“I love it so much. Thank you.”


Willow put her mug down and closed her arms around Tara.


“I’m so glad you like it.”


“I love it,” Tara clarified precisely.


She leaned in, swooping in for a smooch with her hands splayed on Willow’s thighs.


Willow placed her hands delicately either side of Tara’s face, gently pulling her closer.


Tara pushed her tongue against Willow’s teeth, then retracted it teasingly the moment it entered her girlfriend’s mouth. She felt Willow pull at her cheeks again, but she just sat back, holding her pillow to her chest. She smiled down at it happily, then transferred her smile to Willow.


“I’m going to have a shower.”


“Okay…” Willow replied, trying not to show her disappointment.


Tara stood and left her gift down on the couch, in a prominent display. She took two steps towards the bathroom, then looked back over her shoulder at Willow.


“Are you going to join me?” she asked expectantly.


Willow grinned, jumped up and all but shoved Tara into the bathroom.


“The bathroom is becoming my favourite room in the apartment!”


She turned the water on to give it a moment to heat up whilst they speedily undressed.


Willow pressed her front to Tara’s back as they climbed into the shower, locked together.


Tara tilted her head back under the spray and Willow took advantage, softly nuzzling her nose into her girlfriend’s parting.


“How do you smell so good when you haven’t even washed your hair yet?”


Her hands curved around Tara’s hips, fingers splaying over the prominent bone and lightly teasing the corners of her mound.


Tara placed her palms over Willow’s hands, holding them in that spot. Her hips squirmed slightly, pushing her butt back into Willow, who pressed forwards insistently.


After a few moments, Willow took some shower gel in her hands and did Tara the great service of washing her breasts for her. Tara lathered her own hair with shampoo, then took some soap too and turned to get her hands around Willow’s ass.


It happened quickly and Willow jumped in surprise, but was soon grinning and turned her head in to capture Tara’s lips.


Suds rushed past their faces as the shampoo was stripped from Tara’s hair, finally replaced again with just the clear, warm water.


Tara was getting nice, full handfuls of Willow’s butt and a nice, deep tasting of her tongue. Her knees had just begun to bend in a crouch, when a faint but painfully disruptive and annoying ringing trickled through the shower curtain and into her ears.


Willow knew the ringtone well and stepped away from Tara, though not without a sigh.


“Bathus interruptus yet again.”


Tara was less courteous about it all and rolled her eyes violently.


“I knew it was too good to be true.”


She placed her hands over Willow’s shoulders and squeezed softly.


“I’m sorry, honey.”


“I understand,” Willow said without verbal complaint, though with an unmistakable exhalation of frustration, “Work is work.”


Tara pecked Willow’s lips apologetically and stepped out of the shower.


Willow washed her hair without much enthusiasm and opted not to dawdle or enjoy a long shower now the fun had been taken away.


She turned off the water, stepped out and wrapped a towel around herself and walked into the bedroom.


Tara was standing by the closet, buttoning up a shirt with her cell phone caught between her ear and her shoulder, clearly frustrated.


“We’re at zero. We don’t have anyone that can come out.”


Tara got a pained look on her face as she listened to whoever was on the other end and she physically moved her head against the wall and gently banged her forehead.


She straightened back up, resigned.


“Okay, look. I can come down. Yes, alright. Goodbye.”


Tara hung up the call, shook the phone and dramatically dropped onto the bed to pull her boots on.


“I have to go out to the suburbs, I’m sorry. They’re a carer down and we’ve exhausted all of our fall-backs.”


Willow was acquiescent and just nodded.


“How are you going to get there?”


“I’ll have to go to the office and get the car,” she said, puffing out a breath, “So I’ll have to open up the office, start up my computer, log the car out, find the keys wherever they are in the front desk, close up, find the car and drive out there.”


“At least get a cab to the office. Don’t walk in this cold again,” Willow said with concern, “I’ll call one so you don’t have to roam the streets.”


Tara blew Willow a kiss, who accepted it with a smile, despite being disappointed about their day being cut so short.


Tara gathered her things and donned a jacket before approaching Willow to give her a kiss goodbye.


“I’m so sorry.”


Willow waved a hand.


“Forget about it. I’m still looking forward to that night of no sleep.”


Tara offered a promising, sly wink, embraced Willow quickly and went downstairs to wait for the cab.


Though snowy, the streets were relatively clear and she got to the office without too much delay. There was the odd light shining from a window outside the building, as other companies with workaholic employees spent their holiday labouring away.


She had the key ready for the front doors of the DCFS offices and opened up silently, seemingly the only person on that particular floor. Her computer took an age to start up, so she made and drank a cup of coffee as she waited.


The caffeine stimulated her brain and she suddenly got an idea.


She took her phone out and dialled home.


Willow picked up after two rings and Tara forwent any pleasantries.


“You were background checked before starting at the senior centre, weren’t you?”


Willow sat on the couch, an eyebrow arched.


“Yes…”


“Do you want to come with me?” Tara proposed, “You don’t have to, but if you want to…”


“Of course I want to come, can I?” Willow asked, excited to have a second chance to spend the day with Tara, “I’ll bring them the gingerbread house!”


“That’s so sweet, I’m sure they’ll love it,” Tara replied happily, “Okay, I’ll collect you in fifteen.”


She hung up and found herself less frustrated with her slow computer. She just hummed to herself as she waited. She made quick work of registering Willow on the volunteer’s list with clearance from the relevant agency and approval from a social worker; her.


She found the car keys easily, in a little box on the front desk and locked the office up again. In the elevator, she met a weary-looking man in a shirt and loose tie, carrying a large coffee.


“No rest for the wicked, eh?” he commented tiredly.


“I’ll need to start being bad if I’m going to be punished like I am,” Tara replied jokingly.


The man eyed her with more interest than before.


“I could spare 10 minutes…”


“Sorry,” Tara said, clearing her throat and staring ahead, “I’m in a relationship.”


“Come on, nobody who works on Christmas has a boyfriend,” the man objected.


“Just a very understanding girlfriend,” Tara replied, grateful when the elevator doors opened and she could step out, “Happy holidays.”


The man grumbled and Tara sighed.


“Can’t even joke anymore without the creeps coming out,” she muttered, before finding her way around the large parking lot to the state car.


She sat in, adjusted the seat from the last person in it and locked the doors just to be on the safe side. She pumped up the heating, checked the fuel gage and got a pleasant surprise to see the last person had filled it up.


She turned the radio on and hummed to Christmas tunes as she drove back to their street. She’d planned to call Willow when she arrived, but Willow was already waiting on the steps.


Tara unlocked the car and Willow jumped in, rubbing her hands together.


“Toasty in here. Wish we could afford a car,” she said and joined Tara in the humming, “Jingle-bell, jingle-bell, jingle-bell rock!”


She strapped in and held the gingerbread house very carefully on her lap.


“Watch the pot holes, chauffeur.”


“Yes, m’lady,” Tara answered diligently, carefully pulling off the curb.


“So what should I expect?” Willow asked with a hint of nervousness to her voice.


“Just stick with me and don’t do anything you’re not expressly told to do,” Tara advised easily, “We’ll just be doing things like supervising play outside, getting everyone to sit down to eat. No specialised care or anything like that...”


“I think I can handle that,” Willow replied with a slow nod “You’re not going to get in trouble from bringing me, are you?”


Tara shook her head.


“No, we’ve had last minute chaperone changes and stuff before. It’s just a matter of registering your name and you’re cleared automatically if your name is in the database for background checks. It’s already done and dusted. At least we’ll be able to see each other this way.”


Willow reached over and briefly squeezed Tara’s hand on the wheel.


“I’ll take that over a lonesome day in the apartment any day.”


They shared a smile and Tara turned off for the exit out of the city.


When they got to the group home, the noise could be heard from outside and Willow got an apprehensive look on her face. Tara rubbed her back for a moment, then rang the doorbell.


A male carer answered and the noise increased tenfold and he did seem rattled by it, which was unusual. He seemed relieved to see them, or Tara at least.


“Tara, thanks for helping us out.”


Tara just nodded that it was okay, and gestured towards Willow.


“I brought a volunteer. She’s not a professional, so volunteer status only.”


“She cleared?” the man asked and Tara nodded, “We’ll take all the help we can get.”


He welcomed them in and brought them into the living space where 15 kids were running around, varying in ages from 5 to 16.


Everyone stopped when they saw the gingerbread house, then just launched themselves at it, grabbing at it and shoving whatever they got in their mouths.


Willow was left moments later with a shell of the house and the occasional lonesome mini-marshmallow, falling along the base like tumbleweed.


“Jesus,” she said, then cleared her throat after a look from the carer in the room, “I mean, um…Jeez.”


“Get used to it, sweetheart,” Tara whispered into her ear with a grin, “Here, if you don’t eat fast, you don’t eat.”


“Right,” Willow nodded, blinking a few times, “Got it.”


She hung back while Tara was debriefed and watched how all the children interacted. There was lots of pulling and stealing, but also camaraderie and a gentleness towards the very young kids.


It broke Willow’s heart a little to think this was their home but she knew she had to snap out of that if she was going to get through the day.


Tara came back to her after a minute.


“Like I thought, we’re just needed to supervise so the carers can get on with the specialised care. Can you handle that?”


Willow nodded surely.


“You bet.”


She abandoned the stand for the now-demolished gingerbread house into the trash, while Tara gathered the masses.


“Who wants to go outside and play on the sleds?”


Everyone made a scramble for the door, but Tara was quick to demand order.


“Make a line, no skipping!”


There was a chest outside with the outdoor toys and Willow stood to hand out the sleds while Tara supervised the rides.


“Who’re you?” a suspicious eight year old boy with hair as red as Willow’s asked.


“I’m Willow,” Willow said, offering a warm smile.


“You have a funny name,” he said bluntly.


Willow nodded, not taking offence.


“I know. Who’re you?”


“Brayden,” the boy answered.


“Here you go Brayden,” Willow replied, handing out the sled and jumping the gun by introducing herself first to the next little girl, “Hi, I’m Willow.”


Most of the kids were used to people coming and going, so they paid Willow little attention, until a snowball fight broke out and Willow became chief coordinator of the attack against the grown-ups.


Tara took a few to the back in order to give Willow status amongst the kids and Willow shot her an ‘I’ll make it up to you later’ wink.


Lunch was crazy and chaotic affair with people, adults and children, running about, things getting thrown and general loud chatter.


Willow ate two, dry, biscuits and three sliced carrots as quickly as Tara managed to put them on her plate, shooting her an appreciative look for even getting that much. She was entirely grateful her girlfriend was there to rein everyone in and stop fights before they started, because she was completely overwhelmed.


She knew this wasn’t a regular aspect of Tara’s job, but also that Tara did help out when she could as well. She made a note to offer extra foot rubs anytime Tara told her she came home from a day at the group homes again.


The afternoon ended up quieting down as a lot of kids had hours out or supervised visits with family. There ended up being just one young girl, no older than six, left with apparently no one to go to and no one who came.


She had blonde hair, bright eyes and was cute as a button.


She liked playing princesses and Willow felt so awful to think she had no one in the world that she happily let her tie her hair up in lots of ponytails and make her face up like a clown with the little make up kit she’d gotten as her Christmas gift.


Tara smiled as she approached and knelt down beside Willow.


“They’ve quietened down, don’t need our help anymore.”


Willow looked at the little girl holding her make up like an artist’s palette and back to Tara.


“Can we stay until she goes to bed?”


Tara was touched that Willow wanted to.


“Of course we can.”


Willow smiled gratefully and looked back to the girl.


“Layla, have you met Queen Tara?”


Layla regarded Tara carefully, then put her hands on her hips.


“She’s notta kween!”


“Oh yes she is,” Willow replied theatrically, “She rules the Queendom of Willowdonia and has special authority in the Heartshire Territory. Her name even means queen in an ancient language.”


Layla’s big eyes cast over Tara, then she toddled off and returned with a plastic crown, which she placed on Tara’s head.


“Thank you, princess,” Tara replied regally, “And who do we have here, the crown jester?”


Layla didn’t understand but still giggled. Tara cast an authoritative hand over the scene.


“Dance for us, jester!”


Layla jumped up, laughing and clapping her hands.


“Dwance, dwance!”


Willow shot Tara a sarcastic ‘thank very much’ look and stood up. She did her Snoopy Dance, as it was Christmas after all, and Layla lapped it up.


They played in the Queendom of Willowdonia until little Layla was all tuckered out and only able from a story from her big book of Fairytales. She fell asleep on the couch, sucking her thumb and one of the carers came to bring her up to bed.


She thanked them quietly for the help and disappeared out of the room, carrying the little girl. Willow was glad she went to sleep happy and also glad to be able to get out of there before the manic rush of kids came back.


She pulled the passenger side door of the car closed behind her as she sat in and huffed out an exhausted breath as she pulled her hair free.


“Well. That was…wild.”


Tara was more used to the chaos and didn’t seem as worn out as she drove out of the driveway.


“Our holidays keep getting turned upside down. Last Thanksgiving at the senior centre, this year I was working, now Christmas here. I’m glad we have that extra day coming up.”


Willow bobbed her head along, but her mind was still on the experience of the day.


“It’s…crazy there. Batshit crazy. But those kids…” she stopped and smiled, “Makes me look forward to our own family someday. Makes that desire…really real.”


Tara grinned.


“If you still want kids after dealing with that, then nothing will stop us.”


Willow turned her head to meet Tara’s eye.


“I do,” she said softly, “I want us to be a family. I want…the whole shebang. I want to make that happen.”


Tara returned the look and when they came to a halt at a stoplight a few moments later, they met in the middle for a tender kiss.


The drive home was icier than the morning, and Tara decided to keep the car for the night because it was late and cold and she was sick of spending money on cabs for late-night call outs that would take weeks to be reimbursed.


She made them up a snack of flatbreads cut into Christmas tree shapes, spread with guacamole and topped with diced tomatoes, as their dinner had been very grab-and-go.


Willow laughed when she saw it.


“Cute. They look like they’ll go perfect with A Wonderful Life.”


“Our traditional first holiday movie,” Tara replied softly, remembering, “We haven’t watched it all season.”


Willow smiled.


“Let’s rectify that now.”


They cuddled up on the couch with their snacks, a glass of wine after the long day and began the movie.


When it was over, Tara went to have a bath and take care of some general night time ablutions that she’d been neglecting with her busy schedule. She loved standing in a steamy bathroom, running a comb through her hair and lotioning up every inch of her skin.


She walked back into the bedroom in a towel and saw Willow emptying her pockets into a jar she’d put in the corner with a homemade label saying ‘coins’.


“The bedroom isn’t the best place for a swear jar,” Tara commented with a sideways grin, “We’ll have to empty our wallets every time we have sex.”


Willow smiled over her shoulder.


“Not for swearing, but I’ll take a little profanity-laden Tara any day.”


Tara untucked her towel and sat on the bed, back against the headboard and legs stretched out in front.


“Why don’t you come over here and see what you can get out of my mouth?”


Willow’s eyebrows rose, she turned, and grinned wildly when she saw Tara how she was. She climbed into Tara’s lap and pressed their faces close together.


Tara grabbed Willow’s ass through her pants and squeezed. She pretended to nip at Willow's bottom lip before finally pulling it between her teeth.


She watched Willow's eyes grow aroused and flipped her quick as a flash. Willow landed with a bounce and Tara hovered over her, slowly pressing her body into Willow's. She teased Willow's breath into short gasps, then really made her body known in a grind.


Willow whimpered.


Tara smirked.


“Merry Fucking Christmas.”

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Yay for excellent update-y goodness... I'm really glad that Tara took Willow with her to the group home visit, so Willow could see what she has to deal with...


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TITLE: Adult Confidential

WRITER: 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: They’ve graduated, now they’re faced with the big, bad world of adulthood…the second part in the prequel series of Hacker Confidential and Family Confidential (and follow-up to College Confidential)

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

FEEDBACK: Yes please

Chapter 31

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Tara adjusted the bottle of sparkling wine in her arm so she could knock on the door of Alice’s apartment.


Willow fidgeted beside her, rocking her tongue from side to side in front of her teeth like a metronome.


“Do I have something in my teeth?”


Tara did a thorough check, seeing nothing but softly sparkling whites.


“No, they look fine.”


Willow closed her mouth, frowning.


“I feel like I have something in my teeth.”


“It’s probably sugar from all the Coke you were drinking earlier,” Tara commented.


“I brushed!” Willow protested, but quietened as the door began to open.


Alice greeted them with a warm smile.


“Willow, Tara! Come in!”


Her red dress swished behind her as she stood aside to let them in. Willow was careful not to stand on the trails, while Tara offered the bottle she was holding.


“Oh thank you,” Alice replied kindly, while shutting the door again, “Actually, I have something for you.”


Willow looked around the room and took a step back. She'd never been to Alice's apartment before and was pretty impressed. It was very open plan with lots of room for people to stand and sit, all of whom looked very elegant. That part wasn't as comforting.


“Okay, everyone looks ten times fancier than us,” she whispered, but frowned even more when she realised Tara actually was quite sharply dressed in her little black dress, in contrast to Willow’s black slacks and purple blouse, “Well…me anyway.”


Tara turned and pressed a quick kiss to Willow’s cheek.


“You look lovely.”


Willow smiled gratefully, if not totally convincingly, and linked her fingers in with Tara. At least her shirt matched the colour of the necklace Tara had chosen to wear. She'd stick close by so she seemed like she blended in better.


She did her usual food check like she did every time she entered a party or function-like event and noticed lots of canapés. She’d have to do a few fly-bys so as not to seem like a greedy pig, but she didn’t mind. It gave her something to do at a party where she didn’t know many people.


Alice returned holding an envelope, which she passed over to Tara.


“For your birthday and for covering for me over Christmas. I know it was crazy.”


Tara turned the envelope over and pulled out a gift card for a boutique hotel downtown, spa treatments and dinner included. She looked back to Alice, surprised.


“Oh, wow. This is too much.”


“No it isn’t. You worked your ass off,” Willow interjected, taking the envelope to take a look, “Let’s go for our anniversary. Take that day off you were promised…”


Alice smiled and offered a sly wink.


“Just let me know a few days in advance.”


Tara cleared her throat and gave Alice an appreciative look.


“Thank you so much, this is very generous.”


Alice squeezed Tara’s shoulder kindly.


“I’ll make sure your overtime pay is sorted quickly,” she promised, then fell back into hostess mode, “Can I get you a drink?”


“I’ll have a red wine if you have it,” Tara requested, determined not to mix her drinks, unlike last year.


“Me too,” Willow added, wanting to add some elegance to herself that she didn’t think a beer would pull off, “Please.”


Alice nodded and went off to get them a glass. Tara took the gift card back from Willow and tucked it into her purse.


“Willow, that was rude.”


“How was it rude?” Willow asked, eyebrow arching, “Stop underplaying your value or people will take advantage. Besides, it’s for your birthday too. You got her nice perfume for hers.”


Alice returned with two full glasses of red wine, timely stopping a bickering before it could get going.


“Tara, I want you to meet my friend Sarah. She just became Head of Nursing over at St. Elizabeth’s so it’s good to make the introduction.”


Willow shot a look at Tara’s back as she was abandoned but dropped it after a moment when she realised it was fruitless. She looked around awkwardly once, then moved off to go and give the canapés the once-over.


There was smoked salmon and asparagus wrapped in parma ham and lots of other decadent delights that weren’t entirely to Willow’s taste. She was able to nab a few mini-cheesecake bites though, which were quite delicious.


After a few minutes, Tara returned and sampled a crab parcel.


“These are yum.”


“Thanks a lot,” Willow replied sullenly, “I wish Brian or Becky was here. Stupid other parties they had to go to.”


Tara sighed.


“Mingling is good for your social skills.”


“My soak-ill skills are fineb!” Willow said through a mouthful, then swallowed and looked sheepish when a fleck of pastry landed on Tara’s dress, “Point taken.”


Tara looked around the room, spotted someone she knew it the corner and discreetly pointed him out to Willow.


“That is Matt. He’s a carer and a gentle giant. I once heard him talk to the kids about some person named Bill Nye—”


“THE SCIENCE GUY?” Willow asked excitedly that someone else even knew of her childhood hero.


“That’s the one,” Tara confirmed, then brought Willow over to him, “Hi Matt.”


Matt nodded his head in a friendly greeting.


“Hey, Tara. Good to see you.”


Tara gestured towards Willow.


“This is my girlfriend, Willow. She’s feeling out of the loop.”


Willow’s eyes bore into Tara for betraying her, but instead Matt seemed to relax and smile even more.


“Thank god I’m not the only one. I’ve been sucking in my stomach and tying my top button every time someone comes close,” he said, popping his button open again, “I’m no good at these things.”


Willow relaxed too.


“I’m fine if I have lots of alcohol…but there’s no way I’m getting drunk in this crowd. I feel as out of place as an electron in a nucleus.”


“Science!” Matt exclaimed, and they both started laughing.


Tara slowly inched away when she saw Willow had assimilated into the conversation.


Tara got talking to a guy that turned out to be a college ex of Alice’s that she apparently had maintained a friendship with. They had quite an engaging conversation about books and their favourite authors. Tara could see why Alice had remained friends with him; he was polite, charming and interesting.


On her way back from refreshing their drinks, Alice skid past her, whispering in her ear as she did so.


“Heads-up, Avery just asked me to put in a good word with you.”


Tara paused, watching Alice leave and felt like Willow had earlier. Abandoned and stuck in awkward position. She decided not to leave Willow like that again.


She considered her approach for a few moments, then sat back on the seat and handed the glass of wine over to Avery while retaining her own.


“It’s nice to talk to someone who reads the things I do,” she said, trying to seem conspicuous as she nodded in Willow’s direction, “My girlfriend is big into the science fiction and fantasy.”


Avery followed Tara’s eyeline and spent a moment processing what she said.


“Right,” he said, deflating for a moment, before finally just smiling again, “Yeah, it is. Sometimes these parties can be all small talk. Nice to meet a like mind. Hey, what do you think about the whispers of that King novel becoming a TV show?”


Tara smiled back, appreciating that he still wanted to talk to her and relaxed into her seat.


More time passed until Alice stood in the middle of the room and got everyone’s attention to announce party games were about to begin. Willow slunk over to Tara with raised eyebrows.


“Party games? There’s a surprise. I thought I’d been transported into The Great Gatsby for a while there.”


“The Great Gatsby, now there’s a book,” Avery interjected, “‘No amount of fire or freshness can challenge what a man will store up in his ghostly heart’.”


Willow grinned at him.


“You’d like my friend Becky.”


“Well, hey, give her my number,” Avery replied, and winked, “‘It takes two to make an accident’.”


She handed her phone to him to put his number in, while Alice went around with a book of post-its and a pen and asked everyone to write a celebrity.


“Celebrity,” Willow whispered as she noted the names being stuck onto people’s heads, “I've never played celebrity.”


Tara ended up in a team with Avery and Willow with the women next to her, who didn’t even offer her name when they were teamed up, so Willow didn’t either.


People went around the room in their teams, trying to guess their celebrities in as little guesses as possible. Most were the celebrities of the moment, with the occasional Joan of Arc or Albert Einstein thrown in there by those Willow could tell were the pretentious lot of the group. Willow unusually hoped she got someone like that but hoped it didn't make her pretentious too.


Avery guessed his first celebrity, Mark Twain in three clues – author, moustache, Tom Sawyer. He high-fived Tara, and they went again until it was time to switch. He grinned when a name was planted on Tara’s forehead.


He stretched out his fingers like he was about to get to work and leaned in conspiringly, getting straight to the point with a more theatrical clue than others had offered in their games.


“Shoot all the blue jays you want, if you can hit ‘em, but remember, it’s a sin to kill a mockingbird.”


“Harper Lee,” Tara replied graciously.


Avery leaned in and hugged Tara triumphantly, while someone else called out from the crowd.


“Who picked the boring ones?”


There was a giggle around the room and Avery threw his eyes to heaven in Tara’s direction.


Willow was next up to guess and got her celebrity on her forehead. She looked at her teammate, who smirked and looked off happily.


“Rugged. Slick dark hair. Beautiful green eyes, deep like the ocean.”


When Willow was silent the woman seemed mildly annoyed, but went with more specific clues.


“Actor. Race car driver. Father, husband…” she tried, “People’s second sexiest man alive. Twice.”


Willow was blank and the woman felt the pressure of the sand timer and people beginning to make ‘tick tock’ noises.


“Seattle Grace! Grey’s Anatomy! Merder!”


Willow’s eyes were wide with cluelessness and the woman’s hands were frantic trying to impart the name.


“McDreamy!”


Someone made a buzzer sound to indicate the time had run out. Willow was baffled.


“Who the hell is McDreamy and why do you want to murder him?”


The woman furtively swiped at her phone and pulled up a picture of Patrick Dempsey, which she shoved in Willow’s face.


Willow reeled back from it so she could actually see.


“Oh. Isn’t he the guy from Enchanted?”


The woman puffed out a breath and if it had been possible, steam would be coming out of her ears. Willow didn’t know why she was getting all bent out of shape for a game, but decided she’d do her best to help her win the next round.


Her intention was short lived as she took in the name presented on the lady’s forehead.


“…I don’t know who that is.”


The woman snatched the post-it from her forehead, looked at it, then glared at Willow incredulously.


“Do you not live on Earth? How do you not know who Patrick Dempsey or Eric Dane are?”


“A woman who doesn’t care about McDreamy or McSteamy,” some guy called out, “Wanna marry me?”


There were more laughs and Alice looked like she was losing control of the crowd.


“Okay, okay. Let’s move onto something more fun!”


She pulled out a wicker basket that seemed to be filled with blown-up balloons. She picked one out and shook it, revealing something rattling inside.


“You have to pass this around with your mouths and try not to pop it. If you do, there’s a saucy question inside you have to answer.”


There were ‘oohs’ and ‘aahs’ around the room as people gathered in more of a circle shape.


Alice started and passed the balloon off to the next person successfully. It only lasted two people before it snapped, causing fright and laughter all around. The questioned were expected, but still caused some blushing. Some were vague like ‘boobs or ass?’ and some more specific like ‘where’s the naughtiest place you’ve ever had sex?’


Willow and Tara got through two passed each successfully, but on the third try they both inadvertently tried the same technique of biting at the tie. Willow’s teeth pressed too far in and it burst, causing their lips to smush together from proximity.


There were cheers and they both parted, blushing, though Willow turned her head in to whisper quietly in Tara’s ear.


“Do you think they know we’re already a couple?”


“Don’t ruin their fun,” Tara whispered back, giving Willow a knowing grin.


“What’s your question?” was shouted out and Willow had a look around for the piece of paper.


She unfolded it and turned it right side up to read.


“What’s the most intimate thing you’ve ever done?”


Her cheeks reddened and she shrugged one shoulder, embarrassed.


“Talk. Share. Open up.”


A snort kicked off a whole bunch of laughter, which made Willow flame even more.


“Leave her alone,” Matt interjected, asserting himself loudly despite being uncomfortable about it.


“Where’s the next balloon?” Avery asked, trying to help out.


Tara shot them both grateful looks, but when she looked back noticed Willow was gone. Alice ushered the next balloon around while looking at Tara apologetically and making a ‘drinking’ motion with her hand.


Tara knew people were obviously drunk this close to midnight but still didn’t forgive them for humiliating her girlfriend. She went off to find Willow and found her curled up by the linen closet, ripping the piece of paper into a hundred pieces.


Tara sat with her and put an arm around her shoulders. Willow didn’t object and leaned her head in against Tara.


“I thought these people were sophisticated. They’re just as immature as any college party we went to.”


“We never went to a college party,” Tara replied softly.


Willow couldn’t help a small smile.


“Well. We went to parties while attending college. That counts.”


Tara rubbed Willow’s arm.


“I loved your answer.”


Willow looked up and met Tara’s eye.


“You did?”


Tara laid her palm flat against Willow’s heart.


“I don’t want to be with you because I know what you feel like inside. I want to be with you because I know what you look like in here.”


Willow held Tara’s hand on her chest, squeezing it gently.


“At least I didn’t babble for once.”


“I love your big mouth,” Tara replied with a grin, which softened, “And your big heart.”


They cuddled together while the sound of more bursting balloons rang out from the living room. After a few minutes, there were sounds of bustling about and then shouts of people ringing in the countdown.


Willow and Tara didn’t move from the spot, content to be alone for it. They kissed while the rest cheered.


“Happy New Year,” Tara said softly.


“Happy Birthday,” Willow returned in the same tone.


Tara tucked a piece of Willow’s hair behind her ear affectionately.


“I hope your year brings great things.”


Willow leaned into Tara’s touch and gazed at her adoringly.


“It’s already brought me the greatest.”


Tara leaned in and kissed Willow again, but they were disturbed this time by a woman stepping over them to get to the bathroom. They pulled away with a mutual blush.


“Wanna get out of here?” Tara asked.


“We don’t have to leave if you don’t want,” Willow replied, more cheerful again, “I shouldn’t have sulked off.”


Tara glanced out into the party but it wasn’t very enticing to her. She’d enjoyed the earlier part of the evening but there was a point where inebriation took over and left a sour taste in the mouth of those sober, or relatively so.


“I think we’re at max capacity for dealing with drunkenness, what do you think?”


Willow smiled sheepishly.


“I think I want to get into my jammies and have a hot chocolate.”


Tara smiled and offered her hand. They stood up together and went to find Alice, who was hiding out in the kitchen re-filling her wine glass.


“Hey, Alice,” Tara greeted warmly, “Thanks so much for inviting us. We’re going to head home.”


Alice looked at them apologetically.


“I’m sorry things got out of hand.”


“Oh, no, it’s fine, honestly,” Tara replied with a wave of her hand, “Party games, we get it.”


“Yeah, it’s no big deal,” Willow added with a shrug, “We just don’t feel like getting too wasted tonight.”


Alice nodded gratefully and leaned back against the counter, clearly slightly frazzled.


“I think I invited a few too many people. Didn’t quite intend for it to get so rowdy.”


“Let people have a few more drinks, then suggest you all go out to get pizza,” Willow proposed, “You’ll clear the place quick.”


Alice smiled wryly.


“Good advice.”


Willow smiled back, shyly.


“Lived with Becky. I’m the master of drunken manipulation.”


Alice took in a soft breath and prepared herself to re-enter the party. She offered them both a hug on the way.


“Well I’ll see you both soon. Tara, I’ll see you in work and Happy Birthday.”


“Thank you,” Tara replied appreciatively.


“Thanks Alice,” Willow added in, popping up her hand in a wave.


They got their jackets and purses and said quick goodbyes to Matt and Avery and thank them for their chivalry earlier.


Once out on the street, it became quickly obvious that the city was taken over by New Year’s shenanigans. Empty and broken bottles were strewn around the place and people were stumbling around and eating messily on the street, despite it being quite a residential area.


“No way will we get a cab,” Tara commented, thinking even if one chanced driving by the chaos, someone else would already have nabbed it.


“Guess we’re walking,” Willow replied, tying her jacket tighter.


Tara linked her arm with Willow’s.


“Stay close to me.”


Luckily Alice didn’t live on the totally opposite side of town, but there was still 1.5 miles between their place and her place in South End. A nice stroll on a sunny day, but a bit of an obstacle course in the wee hours of New Year’s Day.


Willow huddled close to Tara and they walked briskly though the well-lit streets.


As they passed a bar with lots of activity outside, someone flung themselves at them, but to their relief it was just Becky, albeit a very drunk one.


“It’s my looovvveeebirrrrdsssssss!”


“Hey, Beck,” Willow greeted cautiously, unsure if Becky would throw up from the sudden movement, “What are you doing here?”


“Hey Becky,” Tara added in an antsy tone, then turned to Willow, “Are you okay if I run into the bathroom? I should’ve gone in Alice’s before we left.”


Willow looked around at her surroundings and decided she was safe enough but didn’t want to be dragged into having a drink with Becky.


“Just…hurry.”


Tara nodded, then quickly disappeared into the bar. Willow shoved her hands in her pockets and shuffled closer to Becky.


“I thought you were at a party downtown.”


“Barrr crawwwllll,” Becky replied, swigging from her wine cooler, “You should-”


“I have a guy’s number for you,” Willow interrupted quickly.


Becky looked intrigued.


“Is he hot?”


Willow had no idea. Becky had a very broad ‘type’ that included just about anyone with a six pack, and Willow hadn’t gotten close enough to know that.


“Um…his name is Avery?” she offered.


Becky considered that seriously, then nodded.


“I can work with that.”


Willow took her phone out and forwarded on the number, just as Tara bustled past people and returned to them.


“Come on, let’s go.”


“Okay,” Willow said, and Tara was pulling her away before she had a chance to say anything else.


“Byyyyeee!” Becky shouted after them cheerily, “Hey, Happy Birthday! It’s her birthday!”


She started a clap and Tara was serenaded down the street, off-key by a bunch of drunk strangers.


Willow thought it was hilarious and oddly sweet, but Tara didn’t seem so impressed.


“What’s wrong?” Willow asked.


Tara kept her eyes on the ground.


“Some guy grabbed my ass.”


Willow spun around with deadly eyes towards the bar, which was disappearing in sight.


“WHAT!?”


Tara tugged on Willow’s sleeve.


“Forget about it. Please.”


Willow continued walking, but not without a stern crease in her brow.


“Stupid drunk jerks. Are you okay?”


“Yeah, I just wanted out of there,” Tara replied, though could still see the anger in Willow’s eyes.


She took Willow’s hand and put it on her butt, rubbing it on the spot.


“Now you reclaimed me.”


Willow couldn’t help but smile.


“It wasn’t about that.”


“I know, I was just trying to make you smile,” Tara replied, her own lips quirking on one side, “I don’t want hot chocolate with a side of grump.”


Willow smiled more and bumped her shoulder against Tara’s.


The last few blocks home were thankfully uneventful and both were relieved to walk into their warm apartment and let their cold hands and faces absorb the heat in the air from the heater timer Tara had thoughtfully put on before they left.


“So toasty,” Willow commented, very grateful to be able to duck out of her dress and into warm pyjamas without freezing in between.


Tara chose sweats and an old t-shirt and just threw her party clothes in the hamper before heading into the kitchen, as she was chief hot chocolate maker in the house.


She warmed the milk and added all of her special ingredients while Willow turned on the latter half of New Year's Rockin' Eve.


Tara brought over their two biggest mugs, topped with whipped cream, crushed Oreo and mini marshmallows. Willow took her mug between both hands and inhaled the steam with a satisfied smile.


“I’m only with you for the cocoa, you know.”


She took her first luxurious sip, letting the warm liquid slide down her throat and of course, leaving a blob of cream on her nose.


Tara took her place beside Willow on the couch, folding her legs beneath her. She looked at Willow alluringly.


“You’re too sexy to me to care.”


Willow started to have a smug look on her face, then her peripheral vision caught the cream on her nose and she wiped at it sheepishly. She closed her mouth around the biggest bit of cream in her mug, so she could continue sipping without embarrassment.


She felt Tara’s arm stretch around her shoulders and cuddled in contentedly.


“We have no plans for your birthday.”


Tara shrugged.


“We don’t need plans. I’m just happy to have the day with you.”


“We can laze in bed in the morning,” Willow suggested.


Tara nodded.


“We can and we will.”


Willow cast her eyes sidelong towards Tara.


“…and be not so lazy.”


Tara smirked.


“We can…”


She gave Willow the bedroom eyes full of promise that made them both eager to go to bed, just to wake up again.


“…and we will.”


Willow leaned in and pressed kisses to Tara’s neck.


“That sounds like a plan to me.”


Tara turned her head and kissed Willow’s lips.


“This is how every year should always end… and start. And all the stuff in the middle.”


Willow smiled.


“You read my mind.”


She looked at Tara for a moment and cupped her cheek softly.


“You’re all I want in the world.”


Tara pressed her cheek into Willow’s hand. She kissed her girlfriend’s palm.


“Honey…”


She inhaled softly and enjoyed returning Willow’s gaze. It was an intimate a moment as any could be and she felt it as deeply in her heart as any other feeling Willow could physically invoke in her.


“I love you so much.”


Willow leaned in to press their foreheads together.


“I love you, Tara.”


They cuddled together again; as always, happier to be in each other’s arms than anywhere else.

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She's clearly not a Callie/Arizona shipper!

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TITLE: Adult 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: They’ve graduated, now they’re faced with the big, bad world of adulthood…the second part in the prequel series of Hacker Confidential and Family Confidential (and follow-up to College Confidential)

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

FEEDBACK: Yes please

Chapter 32

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Tara swung one leg over the other as she tried to get comfortable on the little stool she was sitting on.


The stool was in a fitting room in a department store downtown and she'd been sitting there for several minutes watching Willow try things on. Willow was currently buttoning up one of the many shirts hanging up waiting for her to sample.


Willow fixed the collar on the green blouse settling over her frame and stood sideways at the mirror to check herself out.


“Remind me why we’re shopping for me on your birthday?”


Tara looked at Willow with that withering affectionate look she reserved just for her girlfriend.


“Because you need some new shirts and there’s a sale on,” she replied, reaching out to smooth a corner on the hem of the shirt, “Your boobs look great in that.”


Willow patted her chest, pleased.


“They do?”


Tara grabbed Willow’s hips, which were eye-level with her face and pulled her close.


“Mmhhmm. Wonder how easy it is to rip off?”


Willow giggled and pulled herself away.


“I’m gonna keep needing new shirts if you keep ripping them off.”


“Small price to pay,” Tara replied with a crooked grin.


“Until we can't afford our electric bill,” Willow replied wryly.


She tried on a new, black shirt, which she thought looked nice with her jeans.


“What do you think of this one?”


Tara nodded appreciatively.


“Tight. Yummy.”


Willow put her hands loosely on her hips.


“Sometimes being a great girlfriend interferes with your ability to be a regular old clothes-appraising girl.”


Tara sat up straighter on the stool.


“Okay, taking the girlfriend goggles off.”


She folded her arms across her chest and cocked her head as she made Willow do a turn. She finally nodded.


“It’s very smart. Well-fitting. Good for interviews.”


“Well, good, because my year of online recruitment was a massive failure so I’m moving on to pounding the streets,” Willow replied firmly, “New Year’s resolution!”


“You know I’ve got your back, baby,” Tara reassured sweetly, but couldn’t help eye Willow as she stood there in her bra, “And I’ll happily take your front if it’s on offer.”


Willow put a finger against Tara's lips.


“You’re gonna get us kicked out of here,” she whispered, grinning as she threw on the t-shirt she’d worn in, “Why are you so frisky today?”


“I can’t be frisky on my birthday?” Tara asked, hooking her fingers into Willow’s belt loop.


Willow leaned down and pressed her lips to Tara’s.


“Yes, but hold the thought until we're not in the very accessible cramped space,” she said, pecking Tara again and pulling herself out of her girlfriend’s grip, “Come on, I have enough options here.”


Tara followed Willow out of the fitting room, carrying both their purses. She spotted a few men in the same position as her as she passed by, though they didn’t seem as pleased to be bag handlers. She gave them sympathetic looks and took a grateful moment to herself that she actually enjoyed experiencing all aspects of life with another woman.


She waited on Willow while she went through the checkout.


She had a smile for her girlfriend when she came back from the register and Willow returned it just as brightly. Willow linked Tara's arm with hers and brought them out the door while her shopping bag hung off her other wrist.


“I’m so happy we got a nice day. Cold but sunny and none of that ice I’ve fallen on my ass on at least six times.”


“I’ve enjoyed kissing it better,” Tara replied, giving Willow a small hip bump.


Willow blushed and hid her face for a moment, but couldn’t help showing off her smile to Tara. Tara leaned over and kissed Willow’s cheek, who was just beaming from ear to ear.


It had been one of those days where they were all over each other, right from the lazy and 'not-so-lazy' parts of their morning, the intimately shared brunch in bed and now just walking down the street. They really had time for nothing and nobody else, but Willow thought it was important to mark the day.


“I know you kept saying you don’t want to do anything for your birthday, but we should do something. Just something fun we don't normally do.”


“Well, since we’re in the city anyway…” Tara replied agreeably, really happy to do whatever, as long as it was together, “What do you suggest?”


Willow had a list in her head of a few possibilities of things in the city she'd like to see and do. As she did a quick assessment of where they were, how much time and money they had and remembering Tara had mentioned going to this place before, she made a decision.


“We could visit the aquarium and eat on the waterfront. There's some nice restaurants out there, cheap too.”


Tara just smiled; she knew she could trust her girlfriend to come up with something whimsical and fun to do for an afternoon.


“That actually sounds really lovely.”


“If we get there on time we can watch them feed the penguins,” Willow replied excitedly, “Train or walk?”


“Walk there, train home,” Tara replied surely, “It’ll be packed at this time with people coming home from sales.”


“I’ll never object to a stroll with my love,” Willow replied sweetly.


She released Tara’s arm only to take her hand, interlocking their fingers as they set off in the right direction.


It was less than a mile, so they got there in good time. The sun was shining even brighter over the water and it even felt a degree or two warmer. Tara looked forward to having a meal looking out on the wharf in a bit, but was excited for the aquarium too.


She had only been once as a child, but loved walking in the glass tunnels with the colourful aquatic life swimming above and around her. She knew Willow loved the penguins too, so this was an all ‘round crowd pleaser to spend their day.


They paid the admission and Willow folded out the map they received.


“Should we start with the Amazon Rainforest exhibit or the Giant Ocean Tank?”


“Giant Ocean Tank,” Tara replied eagerly.


They went to the giant four-story tank and Tara pressed herself right up close to the glass to watch all of the tropical fish, sea turtles, stingrays and eels swim around. She didn't look unlike some of the other actual children there, which was a treat for Willow to see, as she was usually more of the childlike one in the relationship.


She watched as something new caught her girlfriend's eye every second and how she got lost in their hypnotic movements.


“The exhibit goes down 26 feet, it is 40 feet wide and holds 200,000 gallons of salt water,” Willow read from the map as she sidled up close to Tara, “This exhibit is so big that it was built first, and then the rest of the Aquarium was built around it.”


“Wow,” Tara replied in awe, “It is pretty amazing.”


Willow stood with her and a few moments later, pointed excitedly.


“It’s Myrtle the turtle!”


The kids in the area all came around to look as the famous green sea turtle swam by in all its majestic glory.


Willow was sure Myrtle shook her flipper in her direction and became giddy on her feet. She pulled at the hem of Tara’s shirt with an animated smile, quickly shifting the childlike balance in her favour.


“She waved at me.”


“I’m sure she did,” Tara replied kindly.


Myrtle swam off again and Tara brought Willow over to a corner to show her some pretty parrotfish.


They spent two leisurely hours browsing the coral tank, the seadragons, the marine mammal centre and the rainforest exhibition.


They walked through the interactive centre on their way to the penguins, not intending to stop as it seemed geared mostly towards children. Willow, however, couldn’t resist the opportunity to stroke the sharks and rays in the touch tank.


She brushed the backs of her fingers against them and smiled widely.


“Cool!”


Tara joined her and ran a delicate finger along a passing ray so as not to disturb its day too greatly.


“The ocean is amazing.”


Willow nodded in agreement and they spent another few minutes observing the tank before they decided to move on.


They arrived at the penguins just as feeding had begun and both got great joy watching the penguins sliding and diving for their fish.


Willow imitated their waddle, making Tara laugh, and a penguin to come near to the enclosure wall and investigate.


“Hello Mr Penguin,” Willow greeted.


The penguin made a squawking sound and went off again. Willow clutched Tara’s arm excitedly.


“The turtle and the penguin talked to me!”


“You’re like aquawoman,” Tara replied, her lips sloped on one side.


“Laugh at me now, but you’ll be grateful when the ice caps melt and you have someone to help you survive,” Willow replied with mock huffiness.


Tara just leaned over and kissed Willow’s cheek until she was grinned. She pulled away, rubbed the spot on Willow’s cheek lightly and took her hand.


“I’m getting hungry.”


Willow nodded.


“Me too. Let’s go find a restaurant.”


Willow waved goodbye to the penguins and they took the long trip back through the aquarium to see everything again, but without stopping this time.


The waterfront was just around the corner and there were a few options to eat. They finally settled on a bistro place because it had outside seating with heaters.


Willow held Tara’s chair out for her to sit, then pushed her in chivalrously.


“Thank you,” Tara replied as Willow sat opposite her.


A waiter dropped off some menus and went to grab some bread, but Willow and Tara were hungry so they were ready to order in that space of time.


“I’ll get the chilli burger with extra cheddar and fries, with a Sam Adams, thanks,” Willow said, folding her napkin into her lap.


Tara took Willow’s menu and handed it, and hers, to the waiter.


“I’ll have the fish and chips and a glass of your house white, please.”


The waiter wrote it down and left again.


“Good choice. I bet the fish is so fresh,” Willow said, then pursed her lips and put on a bad English accent, “‘Fish and chips’.”


Tara shook her head playfully.


“I’m glad you’re not trying to get a job that requires you to put on an accent.”


“Hey,” Willow replied indignantly, “I will have you know I’ve immersed myself so fully in Doctor Who and Whovianism that my accent is perfect.”


“Keep believing in yourself, sweetie,” Tara replied in that special way that managed to be sincere and tongue-in-cheek at the same time.


Willow responded by sticking her tongue out and Tara shoved a piece of bread in there. Willow just tore some from her mouth and chewed the rest.


“I was hungry anyway.”


They had a very laid-back meal, sipping on their cold drinks and taking their time to eat while the sun set over the water.


They had a coffee and shared an indulgent slice of triple chocolate cheesecake for dessert. Willow sliced the end with a fork and held it over the table for Tara to eat.


“Happy Birthday to you…Happy Birthday to you…Happy Birthday dear Tara…Happy Birthday to you…”


Tara closed her mouth around the fork and smiled across the table at Willow.


“You will love this.”


Willow took the next bite and her eyes rivalled the ones she made when Tara’s mouth was somewhere else.


“In-cred-ible.”


There was only one other couple sitting outside and they were two tables and a heater behind them, so they took the opportunity to feed each other the rest of the dessert without being self-conscious.


With full bellies and an after-dinner mint dissolving on their tongues, they caught the T home.


There was unwrapping of jackets and scarves when they got in, but Tara was quick to sidle up to Willow and hold her by the hips.


“I want to go to bed.”


Willow glanced at her watch in confusion.


“It’s early.”


“I know what time it is,” Tara replied, her eyes glancing to Willow’s lips and back up to her eyes.


“Oh!” Willow replied, getting it, “Yes, yes. We should go to bed.”


Tara led Willow into the bedroom, sat on the edge of the bed and pulled her close. She leaned up just as Willow leaned down to meet in the middle for a kiss.


Tara pulled on the strings of Willow’s hoodie, then slid the zipper down until it sprang free. She pushed the material back off Willow’s shoulders and let it fall, sliding her hands down to Willow’s hips as it went.


She pulled Willow forward that last inch and started to slide the belt out of its loop. She popped the button on Willow’s jeans, then abandoned Willow’s lips to fall to her knees and drag the zip with her teeth.


Willow tried not to squirm as Tara’s breath hit the front of her panties and stepped out of her jeans as they pooled at her ankles. Tara kissed below Willow’s bellybutton, pushing the fabric of her shirt up on her way as her mouth sought softer pastures in the same direction.


Her lips enjoyed the exposed parts of Willow’s breasts and she could see her nipples hardening behind the fabric of the bra. It sent jolts between her legs and she straightened up to pull Willow’s cheeks forward, kissing her soundly.


Willow felt the fire in her belly ignite and pushed Tara back on the bed. She climbed over her, found the side button on Tara’s skirt and delicately freed it with two fingers.


“Amazing what you can do with a couple of fingers,” Tara commented with a sultry smile.


Willow’s eyes flamed with lust and she yanked Tara’s skirt straight off. Before it even landed on the floor, her mouth was on Tara’s thighs; lips brushing her tender skin and nose hitting against even more tender areas through her panties.


Tara’s eyelids fluttered closed as she felt the first throb of excitement deep inside her. Her hand pressed Willow’s head gently into her panties, then pulled her up again, unable to resist the allure of her lips.


She held Willow’s face gently while Willow suckled on her bottom lip.


After a minute or two, Willow pulled back with flushed cheeks and dark eyes.


“I have something to wear…but it’s not like we normally get. It’s…silly.”


Tara just smiled coquettishly.


“I like silly.”


Willow nervously stood up and walked into the closet.


Tara snapped her own bra off but left her panties off for Willow to take off later. She heard some shuffling and jostling, then Willow poked her head out of the closet.


“I changed my mind. I look stupid.”


“Oh, just let me see,” Tara said, crossing her arms behind her head so her chest thrust out more alluringly to coax Willow out.


It worked, and Willow made her way out in nothing but a candy g-string.


She’d had to get creative in finding an inexpensive treat.


Tara smirked.


“You look good enough to eat.”


She motioned a blushing Willow over and into her lap, then leaned over and broke one of the candies into her mouth.


“It tastes like those candy necklaces you get as a kid.”


Willow’s flush spread to her chest.


“I think the, um…structure is the same.”


Tara licked her lips and played with the elastic surrounding the candies.


“Sugar, sugar…” she sang teasingly.


Willow’s brow creased.


“Don’t.”


“Honey, honey…” Tara continued, grin ever increasing.


“Tara…” Willow whined.


“You are my candy girl…” Tara sang, her voice dropping provocatively, “And you got me wanting you.”


Willow was caught up in the look of Tara’s eyes too much to continue to annoy being teased. Tara leaned in so their lips brushed.


“Bad,” she whispered, breath becoming slightly laboured, “I want you bad.”


Willow’s stomach flopped and she crushed her mouth against Tara’s, pushing her onto her back again.


Tara cupped Willow’s butt cheeks, her wrists hitting against the candy shells as she did so. They got into an enthusiastic grinding a little too quickly, and it wasn’t long before the thin elastic snapped under the friction and made the candies pool around their hips.


“Shit,” Willow said, breaking the kiss to investigate, “Some treat that was.”


“They haven’t disappeared,” Tara replied, slipping out from under Willow, “Lie on your front.”


Willow obliged and Tara began lining the candies along Willow’s spine. She slowly ate her way down, kissing each away with a generous press of her lips.


Willow tried not to shudder in pleasure and dislodge the candies, but it proved difficult. Tara’s mouth was hot on her skin, searing her with desire.


When Tara took the last one right on the crack of her ass, Willow swung her legs around and landed Tara face to face with a sweeter treat.


Tara glanced up at Willow, grinned, and ducked her head to enjoy the offering.


The mess of broken candies surrounded them and every so often Tara would pick one up on her tongue and lick it through Willow’s length before swallowing.


Willow found the sensation utterly erotic. Her hips lifted into Tara’s mouth and sought as much contact as possible.


Tara caught another candy, but between her teeth this time. She dragged it between Willow’s lips, then lifted it up to her girlfriend’s mouth and kissed her.


Willow felt the candy melt on her tongue with the added tang from Tara’s lips. She slipped her tongue past her girlfriend’s teeth, where it played with Tara’s until the candy dissolved between them.


Willow’s hand fell to Tara’s chest, sliding her palm against her girlfriend’s nipple to feel it harden. She pinched it between two fingers, making Tara’s hips jolt into her.


She rolled Tara over onto her back and made a grab for her panties.


Tara bent her knees up to help, and caught Willow with her legs when they were free.


Willow giggled as she fell forwards onto Tara again. Tara squirmed as she candies gathered under her butt and she batted underneath her to get rid of them.


Some rolled onto the floor and others crushed into the bed. There would be a good vacuuming needed later, but it wasn’t on either of their minds.


Willow’s hand curved around Tara’s hip and rubbed down her outer thigh. She felt Tara shiver under her touch as she moved inwards and grew closed to the spot between her legs Tara wanted her to be.


Tara needed more contact; so she got Willow on her side and lowered her mouth to her girlfriend’s chest. Her lips wrapped around a nipple so she could feel the skin pebbling on her tongue. She felt Willow’s hand cup and squeeze her rear as little moans floated down to her ears.


She switched breasts to give the other side the same treatment and used her hand to tweak the wetted one. Willow’s hips pushed forward and Tara felt her girlfriend's arousal spill on her thigh. She dropped her hand between Willow’s legs and found her clit quickly, offering some friction by the pads of her fingers.


Willow’s head lolled back, elongating her neck.


Tara moved her mouth up into Willow’s neck and throat, gently scraping her teeth over the sensitive patches of thin skin. She could feel the heat coming from Willow’s skin and dipped her middle finger inside Willow to get to her hottest recess. Her thumb took over Willow’s clit and Tara used a curling motion to hit her sweet spot at the same time.


Willow’s hands moved from Tara’s ass up to her shoulders, hanging on. She’d fallen half onto her back and was enjoying Tara’s weight on top of her and how it added drive to her thrusting hand.


“Baby…” she panted breathlessly, eyes closed.


She licked her lips to get some moisture, but it flooded south again with each pound of Tara’s skilled fingers. She felt that fireball in her belly start to spread and had just enough time to grab the sheet and twist it in her hand before it broke and made her convulse.


Tara added another finger inside Willow to stroke her through the contractions. She stilled after a minute or so but stayed inside for the occasional squeeze she got while Willow caught her breath.


Willow absently smoothed out the sheet under her hand and wiggled her fingers free of the tension. Her eyes blinked open and she smiled bashfully under Tara’s gaze.


“Wow.”


Tara leaned in and pressed her lips to Willow, who loosely grabbed Tara’s cheeks and kissed back insistently. It wasn’t long before Tara was the one on her back and Willow was grinding on top of her.


Tara spread her legs to get some contact and Willow couldn’t resist; she was down there in seconds, opening Tara’s thighs and kissing between her legs.


Tara’s neck arched into the pillows as she felt Willow’s tongue glide through her. Her hips gave little jerky movements as Willow teased her clit, until finally a long groan was pulled from her as lips wrapped around it.


Her hand found Willow’s head and held her there, wanting more of her. Willow obliged and made good use of her lips and tongue to drive Tara towards the edge.


She had Tara twisting and turning in no time. Her lips were her secret weapon, able to offer large open-mouth kisses to Tara’s length while offering a particular quick burst of pleasure to her clit through a well-timed suck. They were plump from Tara’s kisses which only added to the effect.


Tara’s breath hitched and she grew tense for that split second before her body filled with the nerve-tingling pleasure that Willow was working so hard to give to her.


She covered her face with her hands and closed her legs to contain that little throb still pulsing through her clit. Willow joined back at the pillows and they laid close together, catching their breaths.


Tara was close to dozing off when Willow rolled onto her stomach and kicked her legs up behind her.


“I never gave you your present.”


Tara blinked a few times, smiled lazily and turned her head towards Willow.


“I think you did…”


Willow blushed, then leaned in and placed a lingering kiss on Tara’s lips. When she broke off, she bumped her nose affectionately against Tara’s, then shuffled over to the other side of the bed to open her nightstand drawer.


She returned with something closed in her palm and a square jewellery box in the other hand.


Tara took it with a grateful smile and popped the lid. Inside was a silver chain with a small, silver pendant shaped like a puzzle piece hanging off of it.


“Put it on,” Willow encouraged.


Tara sat up a bit and tied the chain around her neck. When she looked up again, she saw that Willow had a similar chain on too.


Willow brought their pendants close and locked them together.


“Get ready for the cheese…” she warned, then her smile softened, “You complete me.”


Tara was touched.


“I love it.”


She leaned over and cupped Willow’s cheek, bringing them close to kiss. They laid their head down on the same pillow, still locked by the necklace.


“I love you,” Tara finished, kissing Willow again.


“I love you,” Willow added softly, nuzzling against Tara’s neck, “You know I have to ask…good birthday?”


Tara curled the ends of Willow’s hair around her fingers, releasing it every so often to find a new strand to play with.


“Best birthday,” she replied emphatically, tilting Willow’s chin up to look at her, “They keep getting better with you.”


Willow closed the gap and kissed Tara again; each press of their lips tasting like she’d been in drought for years and Tara’s kisses were the freshest water on earth.


They cuddled into each other, barely moving for the rest of the night.


Always fitting together perfectly to be each other’s missing puzzle piece.

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TITLE: Adult Confidential

WRITER: 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: They’ve graduated, now they’re faced with the big, bad world of adulthood…the second part in the prequel series of Hacker Confidential and Family Confidential (and follow-up to College Confidential)

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

FEEDBACK: Yes please

Chapter 33

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Tara stepped into the elevator in her work building and pressed the button for the lobby.


She put her hands in her pockets to fetch her gloves before she walked out into the cold, but before she could get them on, she heard a voice call out.


“Hold it for me!”


Tara poked the door open button quickly and they sprung apart. Alice jogged in and smiled gratefully.


“Thanks.”


Tara smiled back and began pulling her gloves back on.


“I was speaking to Becky,” Alice said right as the elevator dropped into descent, “She’s going out with Avery this evening.”


“Are you okay with that?” Tara asked, smoothing out the material over her fingers.


Alice nodded easily, with an added dismissive wave.


“We were a fling, in very different times. I was a Sigma Kappa and he was Pi Kappa,” she replied with a wistful smile, “Anyway, I’m taking a salsa class tonight. I’ll have at least one hot Latin man in my clutches. The last thing I’ll be thinking about is Avery Easton.”


Her eyes seemed faraway for a moment, then she focused back on Tara.


“Are you up to anything tonight?”


Tara shook her head.


“No…no plans.”


“Quiet nights in are nice,” Alice replied warmly, then stepped out first when the elevator doors opened, “See you tomorrow, Tara.”


“Bye,” Tara replied with a wiggled of her gloved fingers as she left the building and turned in the opposite direction.


It was already dark, as it was every evening in the winter, but Tara still enjoyed the fresh air. She checked her watch and picked up her step so she could catch the T before the big rush hour push came about.


She just managed to slip through the closing doors of a train and caught her sleeve in them in the process.


A few people glanced away from their phones to watch her yank it free, but Tara was back to being happily ignored again by the time she found a seat. She watched people absorbed in their screens for a while, then just closed her eyes and leaned her head back against the windows.


The ride seemed to go on forever and Tara eventually abandoned ship, getting off a few stops early to walk the rest of the way. There was no ice or snow, so it was safe and at least the air would be less suffocating than the compressed, recycled air going around the train.


She met the first bustle of impatient commuters pushing through on her exit and had to take a breath and remind herself she loved her job enough to make the shuttle to and from worth it.


The stores on the street were starting to close up, but there was a market still open as Tara passed, so she decided to make a detour in. Willow did most of their grocery shopping, though they did sometimes head to the farmer’s market near their place together when the weather was pleasant enough for Willow not to complain.


Willow tended to be a creature of habit with purchases, unless there was a special offer on and then she’d try something new. This led to Tara suggesting she be in charge of buying their fruit and vegetables, since she was more aware of what was in season.


Willow would buy ‘standard’ fruit and veg like apples, oranges, potatoes and peas, and Tara would get the rest fresh, from the outdoor market when she could. She didn’t mind selecting from the produce section in the market though, and had a good eye for picking out the nicest things on offer.


She took a basket and had a browse around. She found some nice pears, kiwi fruit, grapefruit and a butternut squash. She then checked out the clearance section for vegetables, a tip she’d learned in high school to get veggies for soup. It didn’t matter what they looked like and she’d be able to use them up straight away.


She picked up some leeks for some leak and potato soup and some celery to add to a pot of tomato soup – it was a sneaky way to get Willow to eat it. There were some carrots she could throw into anything and a pack of green beans that were on their sell-by date but she would happily eat that evening with whatever was for dinner. For 17 cents she could hardly put them back and let them be thrown in the trash.


Happy with her buys, she went through the checkout and put everything in the reusable bag she carried in her satchel.


It swung off her wrist the rest of the way home and she was much happier than she had been just stepping off the train. She planned to bring a pear to eat on her commute to work the next day, to at least put a nice taste in place of the often foul one the train gave her.


She arrived home and the apartment was dark and empty. She flicked on the light and checked for a note, but there didn’t seem to be one. She brought the groceries into the kitchen and unpacked them, then had a good look in the fridge for what she might be able to make for dinner.


There was no meat or sauce thawing so Tara figured Willow hadn’t specifically taken anything out. There was a pack of bacon that needed to be used up and she wanted to use the squash she got while it was still so fresh.


She chopped that up first and got it in the oven to soften. She then got a pan out and started to prepare the rest of the meal.


Twenty minutes later, Willow came through the door, plucking gloves from her fingers.


“Baby, hi,” she said, shivering for a moment as she closed the door behind her, “Got stuck on a commuter train. Couldn’t push through the crowds at our stop and had to walk back from the next one. Five extra minutes on the train could be used as a torture technique.”


“They’re worse in the winter, aren’t they? It’s like you walk in from dreary to drearier,” Tara replied with a sigh, “I was planning on beating the bleak tomorrow with some fresh fruit during the commute to brighten my spirits.”


Willow grinned and produced a candy bar wrapper from her pocket to indicate she’d done similar in her own way. Tara smiled back.


“What were you up to?”


“I was handing out my résumé,” Willow replied as she took her jacket off and hung it up.


Tara looked up from where she was grating the carrot she’d bought over the salad she’d prepared.


“Oh, how did you get on?”


Willow made a so-so motion with her hand.


“Nowhere has anything, but they said they’d keep it on file. It’s something, at least.”


“Well done, I know it’s intimidating,” Tara replied encouragingly.


Willow smiled appreciatively and came to lean over the breakfast bar.


“What smells so good?”


Tara cast her eye towards the oven, where a pan was bubbling away inside.


“I made risotto with butternut squash, bacon and some Jack cheese. If you’re not full of Baby Ruth, that is.”


“That sounds so good,” Willow replied longingly, with hungry eyes, “I realised on my way home I forgot to take anything out. I was going to make up some pasta but yours sounds so much better.”


Tara had the table already set, so handed Willow the salad over the bar, then prepared the buttered green beans and gave them to her too. Willow didn’t scrunch her nose; she’d actually learned to enjoy the way Tara made them with the butter, fresh black pepper and a sprinkling of parmesan cheese.


Tara got the oven glove and brought the pan of risotto to the table, leaving it on the wooden board she’d left there to absorb the heat.


Steam was rising and Willow was salivating.


Tara served up the risotto with the green beans and the salad and they both tucked in.


Willow told Tara about the places she’d dropped her résumé to and how she was worried about her reference from Starbucks. Tara reassured her and promised a distraction later. Willow perked up at that and finished her meal with a smile again.


Willow helped clear the dishes, but Tara encouraged her to sit down.


“Go and relax, I want to hang out in the kitchen anyway.”


“You cooked,” Willow protested, but not too heartily.


Tara just patted Willow’s back, so she shrugged and went off to turn on the TV.


A while passed and Willow craned her neck back to see what Tara was up to, as more than enough time had passed to clean up after dinner.


“What are you doing?”


“Making soup,” Tara answered, stirring her broth as it defrosted in a pot.


“That last batch of tomato you made was delicious,” Willow complimented.


Tara just grinned to herself.


“I was going to ask you to teach me the finer particulars of soup once, but then I thought why risk it when yours is so good?” Willow continued, smiling and hugging a cushion to her chest.


Tara hummed to herself as she chopped the tomatoes and celery together.


“It’s okay, I like to make it.”


She did. She enjoyed having something to do.


An hour later she had numerous rectangular Tupperware ready to stack in the freezer, and more in portion-sized plastic cup-shaped containers she’d found in a dollar store that were perfect to take to work.


She wiped down the counters, washed her hands and joined Willow on the couch. Willow cuddled into her with her eyes remaining on the television.


Tara had her arm around Willow and was very comfortable, but also had an odd sensation of antsiness inside. As one TV show ended and another began, she let out a big sigh.


“We always watch the same shows.”


“That’s generally how TV works, hun. They show them in seasons,” Willow replied jokingly, then turned to offer Tara the remote, “Did you want to watch something else? I thought you liked these cop shows.”


Tara nodded.


“I do.”


Willow looked at a loss.


“So what’s the problem?”


Tara shrugged, then shook her head.


“Nothing.”


“Convincing,” Willow replied, pushing herself up, “You don’t want to watch TV?”


“I do,” Tara answered, unsure how to voice how she was feeling, “I just think we could do more.”


“More?” Willow asked, scratching her head, “Our DVR is pretty full and I have a bunch of boxsets.”


Tara made indistinguishable motions with her hands.


“We should do things.”


Willow blinked unsurely.


“Things…?”


“Get out in the evening,” Tara clarified.


Willow tried to think, but was coming up blank.


“Tickets to shows are expensive and we already meet the gang at the bar.”


“We could do a pottery class or something,” Tara suggested.


Willow’s eyebrows rose up into her forehead.


“Pottery?”


“Are you going to repeat everything I say?” Tara asked, though not impatiently, “Pottery ‘or something’.”


“…we could watch movies instead,” Willow offered, but quickly backtracked after she saw the look on Tara’s face, “Okay, okay, we’ll do something.”


She started to settle back into the couch, but Tara continued to stare at her.


“What, now?”


“We can at least see what’s around,” Tara reasoned.


Willow grudgingly got up to get her laptop.


“No exercise. It’s still winter. I’m in exercise hibernation.”


“That’s fine,” Tara replied easily.


“Or art,” Willow added, “I suck at art.”


“Okay, no art,” Tara agreed.


Willow tapped the touchpad while she waited for the laptop to load up.


“We could always stay in and have lots of sex.”


Tara put a finger under Willow’s chin and turned her head in.


“We do that anyway,” she replied with a sideways smile.


Willow smiled back.


“No such thing as too much.”


Tara brushed her thumb against Willow’s lips.


“Find something romantic to get my juices going.”


Willow’s eyes widened and she turned back to her computer much more eagerly.


“…now there’s an incentive I can work with.”





Willow waded through some tables that were arranged at odd angles with each other, making it difficult to carry their drinks without spilling.


They were in a jazz bar downtown, so while not quite the same as their usual quiet neighbourhood haunt, it was comfortable and the music was low enough to maintain a conversation.


Finally Willow completed the obstacle course of tables and set their drinks down on their own table. It was a small wooden square on a long black pole, with plush leather chairs that had a back but no arms, so you had to keep yourself upright.


Willow tried to sit and began to slide right off, but covered by jumping up before she tumbled down.


“I like the sax,” Willow commented to distract as she sat down properly this time, “Always did. Wanted to do it in band but I wasn’t musically talented enough to last more than one semester.”


“Band cost money,” Tara replied as she slid her wine glass towards her by the stem, “I did classes that were free.”


“What about field trips?” Willow asked, feeling sad for Tara’s schooling and general misfortune during those years.


Tara shrugged.


“Missed out. I didn’t mind really. Gave me longer to get chores done.”


“Well aren’t you glad you have a helper-outer now?” Willow asked while flashing her teeth to lighten the mood.


“Very,” Tara replied emphatically, tilting her glass so it knocked gently on the neck of Willow’s bottle, “You are a machine with the vacuum.”


Willow smugly motioned vacuuming.


“It’s all about the angles.”


Tara’s head tilted back with laughter, and in the process she spotted Becky arriving. She wiggled her fingers in a wave and Willow held up the second bottle of beer to indicate she’d gotten her a drink already.


Becky spotted them and weaved her way over to them. She almost slipped out of the chair too, but gripped the table and kept herself up.


“Thanks,” she said when Willow handed her the beer and leaned each way to offer brief hugs, “Good to see you two.”


“You too,” Willow replied.


“Nice to see you,” Tara added softly, “We haven’t seen you since we bumped into you on New Year’s.”


“You guys bumped into me on New Year’s?” Becky asked, confused, “Man I really was wasted that night.”


“I gave you Avery’s number…” Willow prompted, “Tara said Alice said you were going out with him.”


“Oh,” Becky replied, trying to think back, “I didn’t recognise the name the next day so I rang the number and he mentioned Alice and we started talking. I didn’t really think about how it got there.”


Willow rolled her eyes and Tara just smiled affectionately at their friend’s antics.


“How is the dating going?”


Becky let out a long sigh.


“He’s amazing in bed, but he’s soooo annoying. Always quipping and quoting.”


Willow’s eyebrow quirked.


“You do realise he’s basically the male version of you, right?”


Becky’s brow creased in thought for a moment.


“…ohhh,” she said, then shrugged and took a swig of beer, “Yeah, that sounds about right.”


Willow just shook her head, but Becky didn’t seem too perturbed by the revelation.


“What are you guys doing this side of town anyway? I was surprised when you said you wanted to meet here.”


“We’re doing a candle making class and we needed to kill an hour before it starts,” Tara explained, “It’s on in the education centre down the street.”


“You two sure are adrenaline junkies,” Becky commented wryly.


“What are you doing that’s so exciting?” Willow asked.


Becky smiled to herself.


“Seeing Avery.”


“You just said he was annoying!” Willow countered huffily.


Becky winked.


“I also said he was good in the sack.”


Tara laughed and Willow shot them both a ‘seriously’ look, but there was a grin tugging at her lips too.


“You are unbelievable, but that’s why we love you.”


“I am…what I am…” Becky sang, swishing her long hair from side to side and getting annoyed glances from the other patrons in the bar trying to enjoy the jazz.


“Well, you always entertain, Beck, I’ll give you that,” Willow said, shifting uncomfortably in the chair, “These feel like one of those therapist chairs was cut in three and arranged around a table. And this was the least trendy bar we could find in the area!”


“You haven’t seen uncomfortable chairs until you’ve sat on a giant ice cube,” Becky advised, “I put my hand down for a sec and it froze on! Lost a layer of skin getting it off.”


“Why would you even go to a place like that?” Willow asked with a shudder.


“Because it was super cool,” Becky replied casually, then smirked, “Get it? Super–ow!”


“Willow, don’t kick Becky under the table,” Tara interjected, like she might with two toddlers.


“I slipped, I swear!” Willow said genuinely, pulling herself up again, “Sorry.”


Becky waved it off and Willow kept one hand gripping the table for the rest of their time there.


They all stood to leave when their drinks were finished and Willow and Tara said goodbye to Becky, who was on her way to Avery’s place, probably only for long enough to get what she wanted and leave again. It wouldn't be long before that fizzled out; that much was obvious already. Becky hadn't been serious with anyone since Jack, and appeared not to have an interest in it either.


Willow and Tara made a stop off at the bathroom on their way out. Whilst Willow was in the bathroom, Tara patted some powder on her cheeks in the mirror, though it was hard to gauge her complexion under the ‘cool’ blue lighting.


She fixed her hair instead, which had become a little windswept on the way over. Her comb lightly grazed her hair back into submission and she fixed her parting so it fell into the zigzag she liked to do for some pizazz. She had a hair tie ready on her wrist should her hair become an obstruction during the candle-making.


Willow came out to wash her hands and requested Tara’s comb to get out little knots she could feel at her ends. She was an on-the-hour kind of brusher when she could help it, otherwise her hair became a mane of knots, especially when she wasn’t bothered straightening it.


“Let me,” Tara offered, standing behind Willow and gently de-knotting her, “You get so aggressive with your hair sometimes.”


“I have to or it won’t brush through!” Willow defended, “Sometimes when I go down on you under the covers, I wake up the next morning with Fort Knot happening.”


“Willow!” Tara hissed, right as the flusher in another cubicle sounded.


Willow’s eyes widened and stayed fixed ahead as a woman in a trilby sauntered out with a smirk on her face, winked at them and left again with a very apparent swaying ass.


Willow looked at Tara in the mirror apologetically.


“…sorry.”


Tara’s red cheeks were thankfully hidden in the lighting, so she stroked out the last of the knots and went to splash her face.


“Willow, Willow, Willow…what will I do with you?”


Willow looked sheepish.


“Love me forever?”


Tara sighed with a smile and offered her hand.


“I think I might have to.”


Willow accepted Tara’s hand with a smile and linked their fingers. They walked back through the bar, passing their pal from the restroom on the way, who tipped her drink towards them.


More blushing ensued, but it was easily hidden as a result of the cold once they got outside. The centre was just at the other end of the street, and when they got in there was a list of classes pinned to a board, showing which room they were taking part in.


Candle-making was listed as being in one of the art rooms and Willow got a chill down her spine. She hadn’t considered it would be thought of as ‘art’.


“…is this art?”


“You chose it, Will,” Tara replied with a tone obviously trying not to sound clipped, “I gave you full control and you chose this.”


“I thought it would be like a science experiment,” Willow grumbled, “Come on.”


Tara stayed on the spot and crossed her arms across her chest.


“Willow, if you’re going to be grumpy we may as well just leave.”


Willow turned back around and took Tara’s hands.


“I’m not,” she said softly, “I promise. Just help me out if there’s sketching or something involved.


Tara squeezed Willow’s hands gently.


“Of course I will. We’ll do it together.”


Willow perked up again, linked her arm into Tara’s and they found their way to the appointed room. It was a sculpting room with plenty of stains on the floor and tables. They chose a table at the back.


“Like being in high school again,” Willow whispered, running her hands along the wood, “Look, there’s even graffiti.”


Other people milled in, some obvious couples, some looking more like friends and one almost certain mother and daughter. The instructor was at the top of the class and when it hit the hour, she closed the door and introduced herself.


She explained they’d be starting with basic candles and working their way up through the length of the course. She wrote down the different types on the board, which Willow diligently took down in the notebook she’d brought.


They were all invited to come and pick out scents they wanted for their first try, and to collect equipment.


To Willow’s delight, there was measuring, melting and even a Bunsen burner involved.


“It IS like a science experiment!” she whispered to Tara, who smiled back, sharing her joy.


“Lilac or jasmine?” Tara asked, taking sniffs from each.


Willow did the same.


“Jasmine.”


They brought everything back to their table and Willow set it up with delight. Tara set the wick in the small circle candle tins they were using to mould.


Together they measured the wax and purple dye chips and began to melt it. Willow kept a careful eye on the thermometer as they had strict instructions not to let it go past a certain point.


“You’re sexy when you’re being a scientist,” Tara whispered in her ear, “Maybe we could find you a white coat to wear at home…”


Willow’s cheeks flamed.


“My cheeks will be hotter than the wax if you keep this up,” she said, though she did seem intrigued.


Tara just smiled and measured out the fragrance. They mixed it all together thoroughly so it was well-distributed. Together they poured it into the tin until just below the line.


It needed to set before they trimmed the wick properly, so they had fun washing up the bowls together; so much fun that they got a look once or twice from the instructor to quieten down.


Willow reverted to her high school self and shut up immediately, though did swap mischievous smiles with Tara.


They packed away the equipment and finished off their candle, then waited for the instructor to come around and inspect their work.


When she got to them, she picked it up and sniffed it.


“Very nice. Good balance with the scent and nice colouring.”


Willow bounced on her seat and beamed at Tara, who gave her a pat on the back.


The instructor finished up the class and advised what they would be doing next week.


Willow wrote down what she said so she could research ahead of time. Tara waited patiently for her to finish and when Willow did, she grabbed their handle and practically cradled it the whole way home.


“I had fun, did you?” Tara asked while she let them into the apartment.


“I did!” Willow replied happily, “You’re right, it’s nice to get out in the evenings.”


“And even nicer to get home again,” Tara replied sweetly.


Willow got on her laptop when they went in and browsed for a while, and Tara got her lunch and other things prepared for the next day. Tara was in bed first, but Willow wasn’t far behind her.


As Willow slid under the sheet, Tara held their candle between them.


“What do you say to trying it out?”


Willow’s eyes grew wide.


“You can’t burn it! We made this. It’s our baby.”


Tara put the candle back on her nightstand, next to a little box of matches.


“Shame. Jasmine kinda turns me on.”


Willow paused.


She looked at Tara for a long second, then immediately rolled over her and struck the match.


“Burn, baby, burn.”

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I liked the nice relaxing turn this chapter took. It was nice to see a bit of Tara decompressing and reminiscing over doing "couple stuff".

I also loved the New England Aquarium scenes in the last chapter. Your description instantly reminded me of the time I went there on vacation just about a decade ago. Fun times.

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Hey there, I wasn't able to read the updates for a few weeks because I had to learn for my notary exam. I took the written part last week and have to wait until september for the oral exam, so I have at least 2 months free of learning and am now able to catch up on some very important things: reading the last 4 Confidential chapters was one of them.
I loved that our couple made the best of the not so ideal circumstances at Christmas Day and didn't let the not so nice guests at Alice's party ruin their night.
Their trip to the Aquarium was fun, I always adore big-kid-Willow making an appearance:

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Willow was sure Myrtle shook her flipper in her direction and became giddy on her feet. She pulled at the hem of Tara’s shirt with an animated smile, quickly shifting the childlike balance in her favour.


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“Hello Mr Penguin,” Willow greeted.


The penguin made a squawking sound and went off again. Willow clutched Tara’s arm excitedly.


“The turtle and the penguin talked to me!”


Interacting with kid-Willow is always a good training for Tara's future motherhood, lol!
Speaking of which, is Myrtle the turtle the same turtle Willow and JJ are so excited about after their visit to the Aquarium in Family Confidential?

I loved their private birthday celebration in the bedroom and the good use Tara put the candy-G-string to... :drool

Those chains with the puzzle-piece-Pendants are a very romantic gift, good pick from Willow!

This candle-making course they joined in the last chapter sounds like fun.
But I've got to say I'm shocked how easily Willow was persuaded to sacrifice their newborn baby just to satisfy their lust... :grin :kdevil


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No one wants to get into a TV rut (except me. I love TV ruts)

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I also loved the New England Aquarium scenes in the last chapter. Your description instantly reminded me of the time I went there on vacation just about a decade ago. Fun times.


That's a huge compliment because I've never been and had to rely on pictures and descriptions! I do love aquariums in general though.

Thanks for your feedback :)

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Yay for excellent updat5e-y goodness... I really liked their quiet time and candle making...


Glad you liked it :)

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Hey there, I wasn't able to read the updates for a few weeks because I had to learn for my notary exam. I took the written part last week and have to wait until september for the oral exam, so I have at least 2 months free of learning and am now able to catch up on some very important things: reading the last 4 Confidential chapters was one of them.


That's exciting and frustrating at the same time. Do you get the results or do you have to wait all those months??

Glad to see you back!

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I loved that our couple made the best of the not so ideal circumstances at Christmas Day and didn't let the not so nice guests at Alice's party ruin their night.


You make the best when you're with the best person for you :)

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Their trip to the Aquarium was fun, I always adore big-kid-Willow making an appearance:


Me too. I'll always maintain it's one of her best qualities.

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Interacting with kid-Willow is always a good training for Tara's future motherhood, lol!


How do you think she's such a good one??

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Speaking of which, is Myrtle the turtle the same turtle Willow and JJ are so excited about after their visit to the Aquarium in Family Confidential?


Well she was, like, a hundred years old!

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I loved their private birthday celebration in the bedroom and the good use Tara put the candy-G-string to... :drool


Tara's good at making the most out of a resource :wink

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Those chains with the puzzle-piece-Pendants are a very romantic gift, good pick from Willow!


The cheesier the better!

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This candle-making course they joined in the last chapter sounds like fun.


Better than sitting around doing nothing!

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But I've got to say I'm shocked how easily Willow was persuaded to sacrifice their newborn baby just to satisfy their lust... :grin :kdevil


Are you...really? Really? :P

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TITLE: Adult 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: They’ve graduated, now they’re faced with the big, bad world of adulthood…the second part in the prequel series of Hacker Confidential and Family Confidential (and follow-up to College Confidential)

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

FEEDBACK: Yes please

Chapter 34

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Tara walked through the elegant glass doors of the entrance of the hotel and paused to take in the lobby’s elegance.


There were lots of blacks, silvers and oranges in the décor, with plush leather couches and hanging chairs. Feature art pieces of all descriptions were tacked on, or hanging from walls, while others were free-standing in place. Some were indistinguishable as art or furniture.


Behind the reception desk was a giant fish tank embedded into the wall with multi-coloured tropical fish swimming around inside. The people manning the desk were wearing black slacks and each had a different coloured shirt to match the fish.


The other guests around the lobby and in the nearby bar had perfectly manicured nails — men and women, were wearing trendy clothing and most were continuing to wear their sunglasses indoors.


“Whoa,” Willow said as she came up behind, wheeling an overnight bag, “Alice thinks we’re this fashionable? Has she not peeked inside our closet?”


She glanced down at her print leggings and long grey sweater and hoped it was ‘neutral’ enough to get them through the check-in without a haughty sneer. She followed Tara over to the desk but hung back and waited just in case.


After a few minutes, Tara turned back with the room key, which was an old-fashioned, large gold keychain, like a janitor might have, with a modern key-card attached via a small hole punch.


“That’s…unnecessarily awkward,” Willow commented as they walked to the elevator.


The elevator had mirrors on each wall, with silver borders. The buttons had the numbers written in cursive instead of in figures.


Tara pressed ‘twenty’ and Willow quirked an eyebrow.


“We’re high.”


“Does that bother you?” Tara asked, “I can go ask to change rooms.”


Willow shook her head.


“No, it’s okay. I always liked going up to high rooms as a kid. I felt like I could keep going and fly like in Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory. Plus it’s fun to peer out the windows in the room knowing you’re safe. Hope this room has a decent window.”


The doors opened at their floor and a male voice spoke smoothly through speakers.


“Welcome to the twentieth floor. Enjoy your stay.”


Willow looked up, impressed.


“Virtual elevator operator. Cool.”


They followed the wall signs to end of the hallway where their room was. Tara flashed the card at the sensor on the door and she opened the door fully. She held it open for Willow to wheel in their bag behind her.


The main door opened into a small L-shaped cubby that had a closet to hang your clothes or leave your luggage in. You could continue through another door straight into a grand marble bathroom, or turn right into the main bedroom.


They went into the room, which featured a sleek king-sized bed with black leather headboard and crisp white linen, a slim rectangular cabinet at the foot of it and an oak desk beside it, back against the wall that led to the bathroom. A black leather work chair was tucked under with the hotel’s logo in orange embossed on the back.


They were walking on soft, grey carpet that cushioned them even in their shoes. The lighting features, both lamps on the desk and uplighting on the wall, were orange, which matched the décor of the lobby.


They were in a corner room and the only concrete wall was behind the bed, where they’d walked in from. All the others were floor-to-ceiling windows with white pillars between for support. They had remote-controlled black-out blinds and absolutely breath-taking views of the city since the hotel was just on the outskirts.


“You definitely got your window,” Tara commented as she closed the door behind them.


Willow dropped the handle on the bag and wandered over to the windows, stunned.


“Woah,” she said, placing her palms and nose flat against the glass as she stared out.


Tara was equally impressed and came to stand beside Willow, placing a hand on the small of her back.


“You’re saying that a lot.”


Willow peeled her face away to cast a glance at Tara.


“I better save my last one for getting you naked later,” she quipped with a grin, then felt a little unsteady as her eyes tried to focus two windows at once, “You wouldn’t want to have vertigo in this room. I love it.”


She sat onto the bed with a bounce and laid back.


“Now this is comfort. Come check out the mattress.”


Tara sat on the side of the bed and pressed her palm into the mattress. She swung her legs up and cosied up to Willow.


“That’s one way to trick me into bed.”


Willow hooked a finger in Tara’s belt loop and nudged their hips a little closer together.


“You’ve always come willingly.”


Tara threw a leg over Willow’s waist and pressed her stomach against her at an angle.


“Well, when such beauty awaits me…”


She leaned in and Willow pulled her the last few inches by way of a finger beneath her chin. When their lips met, Willow’s fingers fell into Tara’s neck and she grasped the back of it to tug her girlfriend fully on top of her.


She felt Tara’s thigh slide between her legs and her thin leggings didn’t leave much restriction in sensation. She made a muffled, surprised sound against Tara’s lips.


Tara pulled back for a moment and grinned at Willow, who blushed.


“What was that?” Tara asked teasingly, tickling Willow’s cheek with her finger.


“That was ‘please keep going’,” Willow replied breathlessly, her hips squirming under Tara, “Emphasis on the ‘please’. And even more on the ‘keep going’.”


Tara pressed her middle finger against the seam of Willow’s pants and found the outline of her lips. She rubbed up and down, slowly.


Willow bit her bottom lip as a moan vibrated past. She could feel her dampness emerging and her clit beginning to twitch. She felt that pop in her abdomen to signal the first rush of lust.


Tara’s hand cupped Willow fully, who gasped unexpectedly. Tara took the opportunity when Willow’s back was arched to lift the sweater over her head.


Willow had nothing on underneath, so Tara drew small circles on her girlfriend’s nipples.


“We came to a fancy hotel and you didn’t even wear a bra.”


Willow caught her breath but it was increasingly becoming laboured again under Tara’s touch.


“I’m not Juggzilla like you.”


Tara’s hands curved around Willow’s breasts and squeezed.


“Who wants monsters when you have perfect little pixies to play with?”


Willow’s hands lifted and she began to quickly unbutton Tara’s shirt.


“Me.”


She dragged the shirt down Tara’s arms and sat herself up to reach behind and unsnap Tara’s bra. It fell between them and Willow flicked it away.


As soon as Willow’s hands touched Tara’s breasts, Tara moved away, much to Willow’s chagrin. Tara grabbed a pillow and held it to her chest.


“Hang on.”


She crept over to the door, opened it a crack and ducked her head around. She closed it again a moment later and crossed the bolt bar over the door for good measure.


“Do not disturb sign,” she said as she appeared out from the cubby again.


“Right,” Willow replied with a sage nod of her head, “Don’t want to get walked in on again.”


Tara climbed back onto the bed and left the pillow back in its spot. She placed her hands back on Willow’s hips, but Willow was looking sideways out the window.


“…do you think people in other buildings can see in?”


Tara glanced around. While there were other high-rise buildings nearby, they were on the far side of them.


“Not from this angle. Maybe if we were in a room on the opposite side of the hotel,” she said, then pointed to the nearest building, which also had long windows, “Can you see in there?”


Willow couldn’t see anything, especially with the bright sun.


“No.”


Tara smiled.


“Then they can’t see us.”


Willow nodded, but didn’t seem convinced.


“I kinda feel like I’m in a showroom.”


“I can pull the blinds,” Tara offered, and reached for the remote on the nightstand.


Willow shook her head.


“No, I love the light…”


Tara turned the remote and saw a note stuck onto the back. She grinned and waved it at Willow.


“The windows have privacy tinting.”


Willow grinned back and pulled Tara to her again.


“Perfect.”


She stroked her girlfriend’s hair, shining brightly with the sun rays behind her.


“Then I’m taking full advantage of haloed Tara.”


Tara dropped the remote and leaned back over Willow.


“You can take all the advantage you want.”


Willow giggled and they fell back onto the bed together. Willow’s fingertips brushed Tara’s cheeks as she kissed her; the pads tracing the curve of her jaw.


Tara’s hand easily grabbed a handful of Willow’s stretchy leggings and yanked them past her knees. Willow brought her legs up to wrench herself free and while she was doing so, Tara slipped off the end of the bed to drop her skirt and panties.


Willow ended up swinging back on her elbows and stared at Tara, stunned.


“There is something so incredibly sexy about you standing there exposed at all angles…even though I know no one can see in. Like I can show you off to the world while still being all mine, mine, mine.”


Tara pretty much jumped back onto the bed and crawled over Willow in that slow, seductive way that hit Willow bang between the legs every time.


Tara’s thighs skidded past Willow’s and she pressed a kiss under one of Willow’s ears.


“Yours.”


Her stomach brushed Willow’s and her mouth went to the other ear.


“Yours.”


Finally Tara slid up flush with Willow and kissed her in the sensitive skin at the hollow of her throat.


“Yours.”


Willow was near the most distressed she’d ever been that she hadn’t taken her own panties off yet, such was the allure of the sweet press of Tara’s body. She made a push at them, but Tara was pinning her in place.


Tara knew impatient wiggling when she felt it, so she trailed her lips down past Willow’s bellybutton and took the little bow that fronted Willow’s panties between her teeth.


She looked up to catch Willow’s eye, quirked her parted lips on one side in a smirk and tugged the panties down.


Willow flooded on the spot, as any baring of Tara’s teeth made her.


Tara returned up to Willow and again pressed their now thankfully both nude bodies into each other. Willow’s hand palmed beneath Tara’s shoulder, then caressed downwards until it curved over Tara’s rear. She took a generous handful and had a squeeze.


Tara glanced over her shoulder, then back at Willow with a smile as she grinded her hips down into her.


“I hope one of those news choppers with the ultra-bright lights doesn’t pass by.”


Willow dug her fingernails into Tara’s butt, dimpling it.


“Sexiest ass in the world discovered. Film at 11.”


Tara rolled her chest so their breasts and nipples brushed together.


“That would put my unwitting sex tape number at: two.”


Willow kept Tara’s gaze, though breathlessly.


“Can’t blame me this time.”


“You made me be on top,” Tara replied, making full use of the position to rub Willow from every angle.


Willow was going red just about everywhere and losing moisture in her mouth, but was determined to retort.


“I may have put you there, but you demanded you stay.”


Tara could see the state Willow was getting in to and she wasn’t far off it herself. She pressed their faces together and shared breath with Willow.


“I demand that you kiss me.”


Willow gratefully took the out and pulled Tara into a deep, messy kiss.


Neither sought to separate, in fact staying as locked in with the other as possible. They did use the large space of the bed to roll around and take turns being in the dominant position.


Hands groped and fondled everywhere but Tara was the first to take it further. She got Willow beneath her, pinned an arm above their heads and used her other hand to brush against Willow’s curls.


Willow’s abdominal muscles jumped and she felt herself begin to trickle. Her thighs rubbed together but they were quickly parted again as Tara’s hand slipped between Willow’s legs and stroked her lips.


Willow moaned softly, then a little louder as Tara’s finger twirled past her clit. Willow bucked up and Tara sank her fingers deeper, probing her opening for a moment before sliding inside.


Willow’s body arched and she took them deeply, squeezing Tara inside to fill her completely.


Tara thrust inside Willow while their bodies slickly skid together. Continuing to hold Willow’s arm above her head, she kissed her deeply, pulling Willow’s tongue into her mouth.


Willow’s head was physically lifted off the bed and she used the force of the kiss to pull Tara back down. She broke the restraint and turned Tara on her back, much to her girlfriend's surprise.


Tara felt Willow’s lips fall into her neck and her eyelids fluttered closed with pleasure. She started to move her hand back between Willow’s legs, but Willow joined her this time and their wrists crossed as they entered each other.


Willow felt the vibrations of Tara’s moans through her lips pressed to Tara’s throat. Her tongue fell out to taste her girlfriend’s salty, sweet skin.


“Mmm,” she moaned as she tongue dipped under Tara’s ear, “You taste good from top to bottom.”


Her mouth moved down to Tara’s breasts, tonguing her nipples greedily.


Tara was finding her mind starting to cloud, so dragged her fingers out of Willow and slid them up to rub her clit. Willow was shaking moments later, groaning out a release with her teeth still lightly pulling Tara’s nipple.


Tara lifted her wet fingers to her breast and gently coated the other nipple and areola with Willow’s excitement. Willow watched it glisten at her invitingly and latched on immediately. It was exciting, but not as exciting as tasting Tara and she was soon continuing down to sample her directly.


Tara’s bottom lip quivered with pleasure as Willow’s mouth and tongue bathed and soothed her sensitive flesh.


Her hips rolled around the bed and took Willow’s head with her, locked tightly to offer everything she had. The silken sheets were caught in her hands, bunched between her fingers as her body strained with the promise of orgasm.


Finally it broke, to a long moan lost to the headboard and a body arched completely off the bed.


When Tara’s body settled again, Willow kissed her way back up and rolled her palm one last time against Tara’s still rock hard nipple.


“Nothing like some anniversary afternoon delight.”


She smirked, claimed Tara’s lips for several moments, then fell back onto the comfortable mattress beside her.


“We should stay in bed all day. This room is stunning and you’re even more so.”


Tara was suitably flattered but had to disappoint.


“We have facials booked.”


“Oh, right,” Willow replied, sighing softly, “I completely forgot.”


Tara brushed her fingers against Willow’s arm, then swung her legs off and went into the bathroom.


Willow stretched out across the large bed and noticed a TV remote sitting on the nightstand. She picked it up, confused.


“Why is there a TV remote with no TV?” she asked out loud, then pressed the red button, which caused a large television to appear up from the cabinet at the end of the bed, “Holy shit, that’s cool!”


The toilet flushed and Tara returned, gathering up her clothes.


“We can watch TV at home.”


“Not on one that appears from nowhere!” Willow countered animatedly.


Tara picked up Willow’s shirt and tossed it at her.


“Put some clothes on.”


Willow grumbled as she caught it.


“That’s my least favourite thing you’ve ever said.”


Tara just hummed to herself as she dressed.


“Nice bath in there. We should make the most of it later.”


Willow grinned.


“That’s better.”


They finished getting dressed and made their way back through the crowd of hipsters in the lobby to get to the spa. The windows on the way in were double-panelled and had water trickling between like rain. There was a half-moon desk that had a petite woman in linens sitting behind, tapping away at a computer.


“Hi, we have an appointment,” Tara said as they approached, “It’s probably under Maclay.”


The woman typed the name in and smiled pleasantly.


“I see you’re booked in for facials and an additional half-hour treatment,” she said, reading from the screen before looking up at them. “Would you like a seaweed wrap or Indian head massage?”


“Alice told me that seaweed wrap is very invigorating,” Tara said, turning over a leaflet on the desk to read about it.


“Well I’ve never had any desire to be wrapped in algae, so I’ll take the head massage,” Willow added.


The woman typed and gestured towards a door off to the side.


“Great, if you’d like to walk through your facial technicians are waiting for you.”


They walked into a treatment room with white walls and soft, brown furnishings. Music filled with rhythmic bells played softly over a speaker, supplemented by wind chimes hanging near the open window.


There were two leather treatment tables laid out with a woman standing by each, organising various creams and balms.


They greeted Willow and Tara warmly and guided each to a table and encouraged them to get comfortable, providing extra pillows and a blanket to drape across them.


“Do you have any allergies or skin sensitivities I should know about?” Tara’s technician asked in a soft, muted tone that was melodious with the music.


Tara shook her head as the technician used a head band to cover her hairline.


“Do you prefer mango or papaya scent?” she asked.


“Mango, I think,” Tara decided and heard Willow answering the same way.


The scent quickly filled the room as the mask was rubbed into each of their faces. They both felt a gentle tingle in their cheeks, then a washcloth was placed over their faces.


The technicians left through a door, dimming the lights on the way.


Willow pulled the corner of her cloth down, peeked out and made sure they were alone.


“Tara?” she stage-whispered.


“Yeah?” Tara asked from under the cloth.


The room was quiet for a moment before Willow spoke again.


“Is your one…a little handsy?”


Tara’s cloth moved as her nose scrunched beneath.


“What?”


“I’m getting a bit of a neck massage,” Willow answered.


Tara settled her head again.


“That’s part of it.”


“Are you sure?” Willow questioned doubtfully.


“Yes,” Tara answered assuredly “But if you’re uncomfortable just tell her.”


“I’m not…” Willow replied cautiously, “If you’re not.”


“No, I’m not jealous if that’s what you’re asking,” Tara replied, smirking slightly, “Unless she creeps down to your boobs.”


Willow flicked her cloth back onto her face.


“Okay, good, because it’s super relaxing.”


Their tables were close together, so Tara was able to reach out and poke Willow in the side.


“Hey!” Willow replied through a giggle.


She intended to poke back but the door swung open again and she had to keep her hands to herself.


Their masks were rubbed off and moisturiser applied liberally. When they finished up, they were brought to different rooms for their second treatment.


Willow sat in a comfortable chair to wait on her masseuse while Tara was brought into a cubicle to change into paper underwear and then to a new table by herself. A new technician came in and introduced herself and quickly got down to covering Tara’s body in a heavy paste. It was pungent but there were other, fruitier smells in the room to take the toxicity of the scent away.


She was then swaddled in a thermal blanket and told to lie back and relax.


The heat did help her muscles relax and she felt her pores opening through the sweat. It put her in a pleasant, semi-unconscious state and it felt like 5 minutes, not 30 when the technician returned.


Once unswaddled, Tara had a warm shower to wash the mask away and then she was covered top to toe in more moisturiser. She wasn’t sure it had actually done anything, but she sure felt great and that was gratifying enough.


She dressed again, brushed her hair through and left it down. She smiled at herself, feeling light and refreshed.


She waited for Willow in the lobby, who was out to her minutes later, smiling too.


“You’re glowing.”


Tara offered her arm.


“You’re just happy because of all the hands you’ve had on you today.”


“What can I say, I’m easily pleased,” Willow replied, blushing.


They returned to the room and changed into evening dresses for dinner – Tara’s knee-length and blue, while Willow’s had long sleeves and was a complimentary soft purple.


Tara put the hair clip Willow had gotten her for their last anniversary in her hair and touched up her make-up.


She came out of the bathroom and Willow dropped what was in her hands in surprise. She flushed and bent to pick them up before straightening up again.


“You look lovely,” she said softly, “Four years and you still stun me.”


Tara pressed her fingers to her lipstick-covered lips, then pressed those fingers to Willow’s lips. Willow smiled and dangled a necklace from a hand on each finger.


“I couldn’t decide which one of these I wanted to wear but this one got all tangled in my bag,” she said, wiggling the tangled necklace on her left hand.


Tara put her palm under the necklace and gathered it up.


“Lemme see.”


She took it and gently de-knotted the chain until it hung free. She tied it around Willow’s neck and left her admiring it in the mirror before returning moments later with a gift in tissue paper.


“Now it won’t get tangled again.”


Willow’s brow creased curiously and she opened the tissue. Inside was a wooden jewellery box with a little wooden heart glued to the front and Willow engraved in cursive across the top.


“Tara, it’s beautiful,” Willow said, popping the top to store her second necklace away safely.


“Well I’ve gotten you a lot of jewellery over the years…I thought I should get you something to put it in,” Tara replied shyly, “I may have added a little flair.”


“I can see. It’s perfectly Tarafied,” Willow replied fondly as she put her arms around Tara, “Thank you so much.”


She leaned back and pecked Tara gently so as not to disturb her lipstick.


“You have to wait for yours.”


Tara smirked seductively.


“I don’t mind a little anticipation.”


Willow exhaled, carefully set her gift down and took Tara’s arm.


“Dinner?”


“Love to,” Tara replied with a charming smile.


They walked down to the restaurant and were seated immediately despite the place being quite full. Most of the other patrons were men in fedora style hats and women with lots of differently coloured hair. It was all very vibrant and fun.


Tara looked at the upturned wine glass at their table acting as a candle holder and smiled.


“I have always liked quirky.”


Willow was perusing the menu and her brow was creasing often.


“What the hell is ‘russet potato mousseline infused with organic Rhode Island red egg, shaved celery and ground mustard’?


Tara lightly shrugged her shoulders.


“Sounds like potato salad.”


“Why can’t they just say that?” Willow asked incredulously.


“Because they have to justify it costing $15,” Tara replied with a grin.


Willow shook her head.


“Thank god this is paid for.”


A waiter came over to them with a spherical carafe of water and poured them each a glass.


“And how can I meet your culinary needs tonight?”


Willow shot Tara a look, but Tara managed not to break into laughter.


“I’ll have the roast chicken with chorizo stuffing and wilted kale and hasselback potato, please.”


Willow closed her menu and went for her old reliable.


“I’ll have steak and fries. Medium-rare. Thanks.”


The waiter arched his perfectly sculpted eyebrow.


“Do you mean the Rain Crow Ranch grass fed tenderloin filet with triple cooked pommes frites and poêlée de champignons des bois?”


Willow looked at Tara helplessly.


“Is that what I mean?”


“Do you want mushrooms?” Tara asked softly.


“Sure,” Willow agreed.


“Yes, that’s what she means,” Tara said politely, “Thank you.”


The waiter gathered the menus.


“Will you be ordering from our list of select wines tonight or can I offer you a locally sourced craft beer?”


“I’ll have a glass of the house red,” Tara answered.


“And I will have one also,” Willow added quickly, then waited until the waiter was out of hearing distance, “I was afraid to order anything else. I wonder what the hell they call a vodka and coke? Internationally sourced fermented grain liquor with caramel-coloured, caffeine-infused sugar water, swirled together by child Buddhist monks and served in an artisanal boot!”


Tara pursed her lips to keep her amusement contained.


“I can try the bar if you want something different.”


“Thanks, but it’s okay,” Willow replied, folding her arms gently on the table, “Red goes nice with steak anyway.”


“You’re becoming quite the wine connoisseur,” Tara noticed.


“Enough with the French!” Willow exclaimed with mock-annoyance before smiling softly, “I had a good teacher.”


Their wine was brought to them and they clinked their glasses together.


The food followed and despite all the pompousness, was quite delicious. Not worth what they would have had to pay for it if it wasn’t covered by the gift card, but very enjoyable for their special occasion.


As the plates were taken away, Willow leaned over the table and took Tara’s hands.


“I have dessert for you,” she said, suggestively arching her eyebrow, “But it’s upstairs.”


Tara leaned in.


“Why don’t we splurge on a couple of glasses of champagne seeing as we haven’t had to pay for anything else?”


Willow winked.


“That sounds great. Meet me upstairs with them?”


“Sure,” Tara agreed.


Willow went off and Tara went up to the bar to order their glasses. It took ten minutes but she tried to let it slide off her and not set the best part of their evening off to a bad start.


Finally two long flute glasses were presented to her and she tried not to baulk at the price as she paid. She rode the elevator back up to their floor, shook her hair out at the door, then rapped her knuckles against it carefully so as not to spill any champagne.


Willow opened it a moment later, wearing a hotel robe very loosely tied and visibly opened at the chest.


Tara immediately felt a stirring down south.


“Oh, hello.”


“Hello to you, too,” Willow replied seductively, stepping aside to let Tara in, “I ran us that bath you talked about.”


She closed the door behind Tara, took the glasses and led her into the bathroom. The bath was run with bubble bath and had three rose-shaped candles lighting along the side. On the shampoo shelf was a box of chocolate covered strawberries.


“These are your presents,” Willow said with a tad bit of nervous lilt in her voice.


Tara picked up one of the candles and lifted it near her face. She felt the flame’s warmth and got the light scent emanating from it.


“Did you make them?” she asked, impressed.


Willow nodded keenly.


“Uh huh, and I made the chocolate covered strawberries with the fondue set you got me.”


Tara left the candle back down, took the glasses and put them with the strawberries and took Willow’s hands.


“This couldn’t be more perfect.”


Willow approached Tara and pulled on the neckline of her dress.


“It could be a little more perfect…”


Tara pulled the tie on Willow’s robe the rest of the way free, then lifted her own dress over her head. Willow shrugged off the robe while Tara shrugged off her bra and shimmied out of her panties.


They sat into the tub on opposite sides, took a glass of champagne each and set the strawberries on the little jutting out piece of ceramic between them.


“Happy Anniversary,” Willow said, raising her glass.


Tara tilted her glass.


“Happy Anniversary, my love.”


They clinked their glasses and Willow washed hers down with a chocolate-coated strawberry. She saw Tara watching her eat, so did it slow and really wrapped her lips around it.


When she finished, she reached over with one to feed Tara, wiping away some errant chocolate as it flaked off against her lips. As her thumb brushed past Tara’s bottom lip, she closed the rest of the gap and kissed Tara soundly.


Tara suckled Willow’s lip and when they parted, Willow stayed close.


“Where do you think we’ll be on our next anniversary?” she asked softly.


Tara found Willow’s lips again and enjoyed their fizziness from the champagne.


“I don’t know…and I don't care…as long as it's together.”

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