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TITLE: Family Confidential
AUTHOR: Laragh
CHAPTER RATING: NC-17
DISCLAIMER: Willow, Tara and any other characters from the Buffy the Vampire Slayer franchise belong to Joss Whedon, FOX, ME and a whole host of other entities, none of which are me.
SUMMARY: The promised sequel to
Hacker Confidential. How are Willow, Tara, JJ and all their family getting on 4 years into the future?
SPOILERS: Perhaps minor references to the show or stealage of dialogue, but mostly just spoilers for all of Hacker Confidential. If you haven’t read that...well, you really will have no idea what’s going on lol.
FEEDBACK: Yes please
AUTHOR’S NOTE: 
Sorry, had to get you in the mood for Halloween so early in the year! Un-regularly-timed update again today, and some have you have said I should stop apologising for it so, um, sorry to anyone who gets thrown off a victory path to dibs, but hopefully reading early makes up for it?
Chapter 11 ********
“Okay, the boys are getting ready,” Tara said as she walked into hers and Willow’s bedroom, sighing when she say her wife standing in front of the mirror at their vanity table, a tub of some green substance in hand, “Are we really doing this?”
“We promised Jake we’d dress up,” Willow answered as she continued to cover her face with the green face-paint in her hand, “Remember?”
Tara vaguely recollected the conversation where their son had said it would be ‘super, super, extra cool’ if they dressed up with himself and Alex for when they went trick or treating, and Willow's gleeful and enthusiastic agreement, but it had been a number of weeks ago and she'd been more focused on the hormone therapy since until Dr. Wells had brought in up in their appointment and she'd suddenly become aware of how all-out her wife was going.
She sighed as she walked over to where their costumes were hanging on the doorknob of their closet and sighed.
“But witches? The pointy hat kind?”
“Well, yeah,” Willow replied, “We tried on the in-plain-sight thing in that short film in college. This seemed more authentic. Plus we have brooms!”
Tara looked towards her wife quizzically.
“For extra sweeping?”
Willow gaped.
“For flying, Tara!” she replied, exasperated, before checking herself in the mirror and smiling satisfactorily, then pulling the chair out from beneath the table and tapping it lightly, “C’mere, I’ll do your make-up.”
Tara walked over to the table and sat down, though Willow noticed she did so quite gingerly.
“Hey, you’re sitting funny. Are you okay?”
“I’m fine,” Tara replied reassuringly, “It’s just getting two injections in my butt each night, then getting, you know...probed around the other side...it’s just making me a little tender.”
“Oh, baby...” Willow responded, kneeling down between Tara’s legs and cupping her cheek, before getting a somewhat-mischievous smile on her face, “I could give you a massage later.”
Tara raised an eyebrow suggestively, trying not to laugh at the fact that her wife’s face was bright green, keeping her tone low.
“An...internal massage?”
“Internal...external...” Willow whispered, trailing her hand down the blonde’s chest and stomach before letting it rest on her thigh, “Wherever you want, baby.”
“Provided we’re not completely exhausted from dealing with two 5-year-old boys on a sugar and excitement high...” Tara replied with a grin, “Then I am definitely holding you to that.”
Willow waggled her eyebrows before giggling softly. She then ran two fingers along the top of the face-paint and held them up to her wife.
“Okay, keep your chin up. I need to make sure I don’t miss any spots.”
Willow spent the next little while slathering her wife’s face and neck until she was a satisfactory eerie-green. She placed the tub back down and then picked up a small plastic item and went to attach it to Tara’s chin.
“What’s that?” Tara asked as she felt some kind of suction cup connect itself with her skin.
“A wart,” Willow explained, making sure the fake appendage was securely fastened on before picking up the second one she had bought and looking in the mirror as she placed it on her own chin, “No witch is complete without one.”
“That seems very stereotypical,” Tara replied with a grin, “I’m sure if you really were a witch you’d probably be quite offended if you saw someone dressed up like we are. Wasn't that the whole idea behind our film?”
Willow sauntered over to where their costumes were hanging and held one up in front of her, tugging at the end of the frilled, black dress.
“Nothing that shows off your legs the way this is going to could
ever offend me.”
Tara blushed slightly and stood up, walking over to the dresser and retrieving something.
“Well I’m afraid my legs won’t be on display as much as you might like. It’s almost winter in New York, Willow, I’m wearing tights.”
Tara held up said tights and Willow pouted before sighing.
“Fine. But I’m not arguing only because I’m concerned about your circulatory system.”
“That’s very sweet,” Tara replied in a joking tone as she unbuttoned her pants and let them fall to the floor before dragging her tights up her legs, “We should really head out soon if we want to be home with enough time for the boys to watch their movies and still get to bed at a reasonable hour.”
Willow nodded in agreement and handed over the costume in her hand before undressing and getting into her own. The outfits had long sleeves, so they would keep both women warm and Willow decided to copy her wife and put on tights as well.
They completed their costumes with knee-high boots; Willow’s red and Tara’s black, as well as the requisite pointed hat.
“And now, the pièce de résistance,” Willow declared, rooting through the closet for a moment as she searched for what she was looking for. She had been the one to buy their costumes and had gone a little overboard in the party store, excitement getting the better of her, “Brooms! Told Ya.”
Tara let out a low laugh as she saw the redhead pull out two long brooms, the stiff straw endings trailing against the floor.
“You really do think of everything, don’t you?”
“You’ve been sharing my life, my bed and my heart for the past 10 years, Tara,” Willow replied with a smile, “You should really know this about me. We also have witch names!”
Tara looked amused.
“Okay...what are our witch names? Didn’t we have ‘witch names’ in our film?”
Willow pouted.
“No, we had normally names because we weren’t all 'toil and trouble'. This is different. Just play along, okay?”
“Okay, okay,” Tara agreed, “Tell me.”
“I’m Salix and you’re Stella,” Willow replied proudly before giggling, “I finished up work a few minutes before I could leave yesterday, so I looked up our names in Latin. I couldn’t find Tara, so I just translated ‘star’ since your name means star.”
“Resourceful as ever, that’s my...Salix,” Tara grinned, walking across the room and taking her broom, and continuing towards the door, “Come along, enchantress of my heart.”
“Yes, Miss Stella,” Willow answered with mirth, following behind her wife as they walked down the hallway towards JJ’s room, where loud shouting could be heard.
“Stop in the name of the law!”
“Nee naw, nee naw, nee naw!”
“The fire truck is coming, the fire truck is coming!”
The two women stood in the doorway as they watched JJ and Alex run around each other; JJ wearing the red shirt and pants with a large yellow strip going across them and hard red hat that was his firefighter costume, complete with a red backpack that had a toy hose attached while Alex wore a blue shirt and black pants with a hard black hat, a fake badge hanging from the belt buckle of his pants on one side with fake handcuffs hanging on the other side.
“You guys look great!” Willow said from the doorway, smiling at the obvious excitement the two boys were displaying.
Alex and JJ stopped in their play and looked towards the doorway.
And then both promptly screamed.
“Honey, it’s us,” Tara said, quickly thrusting her broom into Willow’s hands and taking her hat off before moving forwards and kneeling in front of the boys, “Just us.”
Both boys stayed wide-eyed for a moment because Alex turned to JJ and giggled.
“Your moms are witches!”
“They’re cool witches!” JJ retorted before looking at Tara excitedly, “Can we go trick or treating now?”
“You bet,” Tara smiled in response, “Have you got your buckets?”
The boys ran over to JJ’s bed and took the pumpkin-lantern shaped buckets, which they had for their candy, by the black plastic handle and swung them in front of them.
“Ready!” they both announced at the same time with cheesy grins on their faces.
Tara straightened up with a smile and all four made their way downstairs.
“Okay boys, make sure you don’t go any further than one house ahead of us,” Willow instructed as they walked out the front door and towards the street, which was filled with children of all ages and costumes laughing and running around, “And do
not talk to anyone you don’t know. And remember to say thank you.”
“We will!” they both promised before they ran down the pathway to the house beside them and rang the doorbell.
“I swear they’re like twins sometimes,” Willow commented with a fond smile as she took Tara’s hand.
“Best buddies,” Tara replied warmly as they stayed at the gateway of the house the boys were getting candy from, letting them have a little bit of independence while still keeping an eye on them, “You’d think the six months age difference would be a lot more obvious at their age.”
“Well, Alex is very smart for his age,” Willow responded as she saw the boys start to skip back towards them, “And JJ is very understanding. He gets that from you.”
Tara gave a small smile.
“You think?”
Willow bumped her shoulder against her wife’s.
“I know.”
They spent the next hour walking through a two-block radius of their own house, greeting and talking to some of their neighbours along the way, but mostly just watching the boys and the other children on the street as they excitedly went from house to house exclaiming ‘trick or treat!’ over and over again.
When both boys’ candy buckets had begun to overflow, it was decided it was time to head back to the house. JJ and Alex ran upstairs to change into their pyjamas, before returning to the living room where Willow had Ghostbusters set up and ready for them to watch.
They both sat down on the floor, legs crossed beneath them, and giddily watched the screen as they dug into their foraged candy from the evening.
“Will you guys be okay on your own for a few minutes?” Willow asked quietly and got two wordless nods in answer.
She laughed internally at their focus and made her way upstairs and into the bathroom, where Tara was already standing in front of the mirror, wiping away the face-paint.
“Can you hand me one of those, please?” Willow asked, referring to the face wipes the blonde was holding.
“Here you are, my sweet,” Tara replied, handing a wipe over, “The other kids had some great costumes out there tonight. Did you see those twins from across the street as Thing 1 and Thing 2 from the Cat In The Hat? Those blue wigs were quite impressive.”
Willow laughed as she pulled her fake wart from her chin and started wiping away her face-paint as well.
“You can’t beat the classics. This stuff comes off really easily, it was a good buy.”
“And I thank you for it,” Tara replied with a laugh, “The last thing I want to do tonight is spend hours trying to get green gunk off of my face.”
Willow threw the wipe in her hand in the trash and took another one, cleaning the last of remnants of green away from her neck and face.
“Whaddya think about joining the boys in some comfy jammies and watch Ghostbusters with them? We could probably even steal from candy if we’re sneaky.”
Tara laughed again.
“Stealing candy from children, have we really reduced ourselves to that? Besides I think we might have some more...adult luxuries around. I may have bought some Belgian truffles earlier. And we, of course, have–”
“Wine,” Willow finished with a jovial smile, “I like the way you think.”
They both finished removing their make-up and got out of the witches costumes, Willow hanging them in the back of the closet where they wouldn’t get in the way, in case the need for a costume ever came about again.
They then both changed into the warm pyjamas that they kept mostly just for cuddling in comfort, as their usual sleeping attire consisted of a tank top and underwear or sweat pants if it was cold.
“You get chocolates, I’ll get wine,” Willow instructed as they walked downstairs and into the kitchen.
Tara went over to her purse and retrieved the small box of truffles she’d bought on a whim on the way home from work earlier that day and waited as Willow poured two glasses of red wine into circular glasses before they walked into the living room and settled on the sofa; Willow cuddled into her wife’s side, a glass in each of their hands and the now-opened box of chocolates sitting between them.
All four stayed relatively silent as they watched the movie, except for the occasional gasp from one of the boys when they were surprised by something in the film. Tara finished her wine as the film was nearing it’s close and contemplated pouring another glass before deciding she was more in the mood to relax with some tea.
She went to ask her wife if she’d like a cup as well but just smiled when she saw Willow had fallen asleep beside her.
She moved Willow’s head off to the other side and gently extracted herself from the sofa, taking the redhead’s empty wine glass from her hand before it fell and smashed and quietly walked into the kitchen.
She put the glasses in the sink and turned the electric kettle on to boil while taking a mug down from the cupboard. She was just about to reach for the tea when she heard a small voice pipe up behind her.
“Aunty Tara?”
Tara turned and bent down to Alex’s level, smiling at him.
“Hey, sweetie. Are you okay?”
Alex looked down for a moment before shaking his head.
“I don’t feel so good.”
“Oh, honey,” Tara comforted, rubbing the boy’s back, “Is it your tum–”
She didn’t get a chance to finish as Alex suddenly dropped his head and threw up repeatedly on the floor.
“Hey, Tare, are you in he–” Willow cut herself off as she stepped into the kitchen and saw the scene in front of her, “Oh.”
“Come here, sweetheart,” Tara said lovingly as she scooped Alex up in her arms, “We’ll go wash you up, okay?”
“I’m sorry,” Alex mumbled as he dropped his head into Tara’s neck.
“Don’t worry, you didn’t do anything wrong,” Tara comforted before looking over at Willow apologetically, “Could you...?”
Willow nodded in understanding that Tara was asking her to clean up and walked further into the room.
“Yea, of course,” she said and moved to place a small kiss on the side of Alex’s head, “You’ll feel better.”
Willow gave her wife’s hip a quick squeeze before going off to gather things to clean the floor with while Tara carried Alex upstairs and into the bathroom, putting the boy on the floor as she turned the taps in the bath on.
“Let’s get you out of those pyjamas,” she said, keeping her tone light as she could see Alex was quite embarrassed, “Just had a little too much candy, huh?”
Alex nodded as he helped take his pyjamas off.
“That’s okay. It is Halloween, after all,” Tara smiled before turning the taps off and guiding Alex’s hand to the water, “Is this okay? Not too hot or too cold?”
“It’s okay,” Alex said quietly, “Will I get in?”
Tara nodded and Alex climbed into the tub, sitting down in the warm water. Tara grabbed a washcloth and started gently washing him.
“Is the water making your tummy feel better?” she enquired as she rubbed the wash cloth over his stomach in circles.
“Yea,” Alex replied and a small smile appeared on his face, “That feels nice.”
Tara smiled down at the boy.
“Ah, my famous tummy rubs. JJ and Aunty Willow like them too.”
Alex giggled and Tara moved the cloth over his back and then along his legs.
“Do you feel nice and clean now?” she asked and Alex nodded, “Good. Okay, well how about we brush your teeth to get the icky taste out of your mouth and then get you into some new pyjamas and we can go back downstairs and watch the movie. I think it’s almost time to put The Addams Family on, what do you think?”
Alex nodded eagerly.
“That’s the one with Cousin It! He has hair everywhere!”
“He does,” Tara agreed with a laugh as she lifted Alex from the tub and grabbed a towel to wrap around him, then carried him into JJ’s room and over to his dresser, “Okay, JJ has pj’s with dogs, footballs or oh, these ones have ghosts on them. Would you like those?”
Alex again nodded enthusiastically and happily pulled on the pants while Tara buttoned up the shirt.
“Now you’re a cool monster fighter,” Tara said, motioning throwing fists with her hands.
Alex blushed and looked down before gingerly throwing his arm around Tara’s neck and nestling his head against her shoulder.
“I love you, Aunty Tara.”
Tara felt her heart burst with emotion and she squeezed the little guy back.
“I love you too, Alex. You’re a very sweet boy.”
Alex clung to his aunt for a few moments before pulling away shyly.
“My mouth feels yucky.”
“Of course,” Tara replied, standing up and taking Alex’s hand, “Let’s go brush your teeth.”
Tara led him back to the bathroom and helped him brush his teeth before bringing him back downstairs and into the living room, where the opening theme of The Addams Family could be heard as the movie started playing on screen. Alex walked over and sat back down beside JJ.
“I borrowed some of your jammies,” he said quietly and JJ looked over, then smiled.
“They look cool on you!”
Alex smiled back before they both started squealing and laughing as an image of Cousin It flashed across the screen. Tara smiled at their interaction before walking towards the kitchen, almost colliding into Willow who was walking out, carrying two mugs.
“Whoa,” Willow said, stepping back to avoid the collision, “Sorry, didn’t see you there. I saw you had a mug out, I presumed you were making tea.”
“I was,” Tara replied, gratefully taking the mug that was being offered to her, “Alex is feeling better but I think he’s still really embarrassed so maybe don’t bring it up. Especially in front of JJ.”
“I figured that,” Willow smiled, “JJ came looking when Alex was gone for a while, I just said he spilled something on his pj’s and had to get changed.”
Tara smiled before looking over her wife’s shoulder with apology.
“Sorry I left you with the mess.”
“It’s fine,” Willow replied with a wave of her hand, “Besides, there was no way I could’ve denied Alex the magic cure of Tara-hugs. I’m even betting he got a tummy rub or two.”
Tara gave her wife a quirky half-smile and shrugged one shoulder.
“They are proven to cure stomach ailments of any variety.”
Willow laughed and held her mug between her two hands, then nodded towards the living room.
“Shall we go watch Wednesday and Pugsley be their adolescent, cruel selves and hope our children never turn out like that?”
It was Tara’s turn to laugh this time as they walked back into the living room and settled back into the cuddling position they’d been in before. Willow felt her wife wrap a warm arm around her shoulder and turned to whisper in her ear.
“Hey Tara?”
“Yes, beautiful?” Tara whispered back, careful to keep her tone low so as not to disturb the boys.
Willow just looked at Tara for a few moments before she placed a small kiss on her wife’s neck.
“You really are my star.”
“Hey Tare.”
Willow nodded in the direction of the armchair as she whispered for her wife’s attention. Tara followed the redhead’s eyeline and grinned as she saw Alex and JJ curled up alongside each other on the chair, their eyes closed and breath even as Alex had the tip of his thumb between his lips.
“Take a picture,” she whispered back and felt Willow disentangle herself from their embrace and stand up, disappearing from the room momentarily and returning with a sleek black digital camera.
The redhead played with the camera for a second to turn off the flash before snapping a few pictures of the adorable two.
“They can sleep there,” she commented as she turned the camera off and placed it on the coffee table, “They have plenty of room and it’d be a shame to wake them.”
Tara grabbed the blanket that was hanging on the arm of the sofa and stood as well, walking over to the boys and carefully covering them, tucking the blanket into their sides.
Alex stirred slightly but didn’t wake up, instead just sucking his thumb for a few seconds before becoming completely still again.
“They look even more like twins now,” Tara remarked softly with a smile.
“They do,” Willow replied fondly before turning to meet her wife’s gaze and offering her hand, “Upstairs?”
Tara nodded slowly and reached across to turn the television off before beginning to lead them out of the room. She moved to turn the lightswitch off their way out but Willow pulled on her hand to stop her.
“Leave it on. In case one of them wakes up and aren’t sure where they are.”
“Of course,” Tara replied, turning to face the smaller girl and walking backwards towards the stairs with a grin, “That wine clearly went to my head.”
“Oh yes, a whole glass, I don’t know how you’re even standing,” Willow teased playfully before turning Tara around and wrapping her arms around her waist from behind, “I better help you up the stairs, just in case.”
Tara gave a quiet giggle as they half-walked, half-swayed up the stairs and down the hallway, straight to the bathroom.
They both brushed their teeth and went about their nightly routine until Willow suddenly threw her arms over the blonde’s neck and placed a gentle kiss against her wife’s lips before giving a somewhat embarrassed smile.
“Can I...get the room?.”
“Got ya,” Tara replied with a sly wink, kissing the smaller girl again for a moment before backing out of the bathroom, “You know where I’ll be.”
She closed the door as she left and made her way to their bedroom, quickly applying some lotion to her arms before going over to lie on the bed and picking up a magazine that was lying on her nightstand and flicked through it until Willow appeared through the doorway, stretching her back out and sighing slightly.
“I need to get out of these jammies, I’m overheating here.”
Tara held the magazine against her lap and quirked an eyebrow.
“Are my hot flashes passing? It’s barely 50° out there.”
“Yea, but it’s like an easy-bake oven in here,” Willow replied as she pulled the pyjama bottoms down her legs and let the top follow, “What’s the thermostat at?”
“I turned it down when I had a flash the other day,” Tara responded, “I must’ve put it up too high when I put it back.”
Willow nodded as she rooted through the drawers of their dresser in just her panties, trying to find a t-shirt to wear.
“I’ll fix it tomorrow,” she muttered before her eyes landed on an item in the opened drawer in front of her and she grinned before looking over her shoulder at the blonde, “Close your eyes.”
Tara looked puzzled.
“Why?”
“Close your eyes!” Willow insisted and the blonde complied with a sigh, “Thank you.”
Keeping a look over her shoulder to make sure Tara didn’t sneak a peek, she slipping her panties down her legs and replaced them with the pair that had caught her eye, letting them fall snugly around her waist before turning around so she was facing the bed, and Tara, and pushed out her naked chest while placing a hand either side of her hips.
“Okay, open.”
Tara opened her eyes and burst out laughing as she saw her wife in the classic ‘superhero’ pose, with only the novelty Wonder Woman, golden-rimmed, red-and-blue-with-white-stars-decorated panties that had been bought on a whim on her body.
“What?” Willow questioned playfully at the laugh, “Dressing up isn’t just for the kids.”
“Oh definitely not,” Tara agreed with a sober grin, before batting her eyelashes, “I’ve always wanted to meet a real, live superhero.”
“Well today’s you’re lucky day, ma’am,” Willow replied as she jumped onto the bed and straddled her wife.
Tara inhaled slowly as she let her eyes roam up and down the redhead’s lithe form.
“Is it true you have super-speed and... super stamina, Wonder Woman?”
“All attributes I’m blessed with,” Willow replied with mock-haughtiness before puffing her chest out some more, “I also have my own Wonder Twins, whose perk and bounce have stopped many a villain in their tracks.”
“I’m not surprised,” Tara muttered as she openly leered the redhead, “Is that how you catch them in your Lasso of Truth?”
Willow waited until the taller girl’s wandering eyes locked with hers before she began speaking again.
“I only use The Lasso of Truth when it’s absolutely necessary. That rope is so hard to wield,” she replied with a wry grin before slipping her hands beneath the blonde’s pyjama top, placing them flat on her stomach, “ I have another...weapon at my disposal that I find to be much more... useful in getting what I want.”
Tara’s breathing visibly quickened and she let out a sharp gasp as the redhead raked her nails down her torso beneath the fabric of her top, all the while managing to speak in an even tone.
“You see, I have the Hands of Desire. All I have to do is place them on bare skin and the person can do nothing but give over to my every touch.”
“That sounds about right,” Tara replied as an errant moan escaped her lips and her back arched as she tried to get Willow’s hands higher towards her chest.
“Can you feel them working?” Willow asked as her fingertips barely grazed the top of her wife’s breasts, “Pressing into you, turning your blood into molten heat?”
“Yes,” Tara croaked out, her voice a quiver.
“That’s how it works,” Willow continued, her tone getting lower and lower with each passing word, “They take such control that I can literally get inside the other person. Own them.”
Tara nodded and mumbled ‘own me’ a few times as the redhead’s hands inched higher and higher at an agonisingly slow pace until Willow suddenly pulled her hands away, just shy of making contact with her straining nipples, accompanied by an indifferent shrug.
“But that’s probably enough of that. I’m not supposed to show my powers to just anyone.”
Tara’s head shot up in disbelief and she opened and closed her mouth a few times in shock before she realised the game the redhead was playing and took a few calming breaths , then batted her eyelashes again.
“But Wonder Woman...” she protested, adopting a delicate tone, “I’m your biggest fan.”
“My biggest fan?” Willow asked, her voice equally inquisitive and alluring.
“Oh yes,” Tara replied quickly, her breath still heavy, “I’d do anything for Wonder Woman.”
“Anything?” Willow questioned, her eye twinkling, “You know, now that you mention it, I do have something I need some help with. You see, The Wonder Twins have to be checked regularly. To confirm they’re...as effective as ever.”
Tara licked her lips and moved to rest her hands on the redhead’s hips.
“How does one go about the...checking process?”
Willow grinned.
“Thoroughly.”
She grabbed Tara’s hands and placed them on her breasts, dropping her arms back by her sides as the blonde kneaded her flesh.
“Uh huh,” she moaned out audibly, “Yes, just like that.”
Tara squeezed and toyed with her lover’s breasts, digging her fingers into the warm skin and running the pads along the puckering flesh surrounding her nipples before finally pinching the tightening buds. Willow threw her head back and moaned as the blonde pulled and grasped at her; the contrast of hard and soft against her wandering hands making shivers shoot down Tara’s wrists and along her spine.
“Definitely...effective.”
Willow fluttered her heavy-lidded eyes open at Tara and moved her body down so she was lying flush on top of her as she smirked.
“I’ll, ah...need proof.”
Tara took her hands from where they were compressed against the redhead’s chest between their bodies and reached down to entwine their fingers, taking Willow’s hand and pushing into her pyjama bottoms, along the unobstructed downy hairs of her mound to cover her core before taking her own hand away.
“Do you need more?” she asked, her voice coarse as she took Willow’s other hand and brought it under her top, rolling the redhead’s palm along her rock-hard nipple.
Willow moved both of her hands in circular motions, feeling Tara’s taut nub get incredibly tighter as wetness seeped from her core to coat her other fingers. She moaned through a shaky exhalation as she moved so their noses were nuzzling as she spoke up in a whisper.
“Wanna be my Super Girl?”
“I wanna be your only girl,” Tara replied before leaning up to crush their lips together ardently.
Willow groaned into the kiss as her hand roughly grabbed the blonde’s breast in response and her fingers sank further into Tara’s wet heat. She pushed her tongue forward into the taller girl’s mouth and swirled it around its twin before pulling away for a quick puff of air.
“You are.”
“Oh god, I know,” Tara replied in a breathless gasp, pulling Willow’s head back down to her with both hands and kicking her legs in frustration at the clothing barrier still present, “Willow, please.”
Their lips met with a zealous passion as both sets of hands worked to rid every piece of material that was getting in their way, Tara’s pyjamas thrown to the floor, forgotten along with the underwear that had started the whole affair, their physical presence not required to continue the fervour stemming between them as Tara rolled the redhead onto her back and moved her lips from her wife’s plumped ones down her chest, placing wet kisses in circles around her breasts and bathing her nipples in wetness.
“Tara...” Willow groaned as her back arched into the touch, “Oh baby...”
Tara switched sides and brought her hand up to massage the breast she’d just abandoned, rolling the saliva-coated nipple between her fingers as her mouth worked the other until Willow was nothing but a writhing mess beneath her.
“Tara...Tara...Oh my...Tara...”
The redhead twisted and turned as her body turned to molten mush in the face of the sweeping desire coursing through until she felt ready to explode and grabbed her wife’s cheeks from around her breast, pulling her swiftly up to her mouth and attacking the blonde’s lips with her tongue.
Tara moaned as Willow sucked on her bottom lip as she felt the smaller girl’s hands roam up and down her back before settling on her hips and starting an upwards pushing motion. She let her body follow her wife’s hands, moving up on the bed until her she had to hold her palms out flat to keep her steady and her breasts were hovering above the redhead’s face.
Willow wasted no time in latching onto her lover’s nipple when she had her in the position she wanted, letting her hands follow the curve of the taller girl’s spine down to her buttocks and back along her back, repeating the pattern as she nipped and sucked, alternating between the blonde’s nipples and letting the melodic sound of Tara’s moans float down to her ears.
In the midst of the sensory overload she was experiencing, she didn’t even notice Tara’s hand snaking between their bodies until two fingers were already deep inside her, making her throw her head back and let out a guttural cry loud enough that it would have woken the boys had then been on the same floor.
Tara shuffled her body back down and covered Willow’s lips again to swallow the subsequent moans that escaped her as she curled and stretched her fingers inside her lover, using every bit of bodily and intellectual knowledge she had to draw every ounce of pleasure her wife was capable of experiencing.
Willow was all too aware of the pleasure coursing through her as continuous ecstasy rushed through her and made every nerve ending in her body stand on end.
“Tara...” she groaned between a broken kiss, her mind flashing with each jolt that went through her, “Baby...oh god, so good...I...mmhhh...ohhhh...I need...you...baby...please...help...”
Tara made sense of her wife’s almost incoherent mumbles and used her spare hand to take the redhead’s and guide it to her own core, slick with arousal.
At the first touch of the warm wetness against her fingertips, Willow’s body finally managed to free itself from the rigidity of overwhelming pleasure and she found the blonde’s clit in less than a second, teasing it from its hood and stroking her thumb back and forth the sensitive tip.
“Oh Willow,” Tara moaned as her whole body shook with tingling vibrations, “Inside me...”
Willow kept her thumb expertly in place and twisted her hand around so she could delve lower and slip a finger inside. Tara groaned in her ear and the smaller girl quickly added a second and third digit.
“Oh yes,” Tara groaned again as she dropped her forehead against the redhead’s shoulder and pumped her hips forwards in response to each of her wife’s thrusts, which propelled her own fingers deeper inside the smaller girl in a continuous cycle of movement and feeling.
After several minutes, both women’s hips and fingers moving faster and faster with each passing second, Willow moved her spare hand up to the blonde’s head and gripped her hair as she felt the impending eruption she knew was coming near ready to explode inside her.
Tara felt her wife’s nails tighten slowly in her hair until deep, resonating contractions reverberated around her fingers and her own body was engulfed with white-hot pleasure ricocheted through her and her mind filled with a sense of euphoria and elation.
Their spent bodies collapsed together in a heap of tangled limbs and heaving chests, not a word spoken between them until quite a while later when Willow piped up in an almost delirious mumble.
“Dibs not getting the blanket.”
Willow heard her wife let out a small groan before she felt a kicking motion at their feet as Tara attempted to get the blanket up from the end of the bed with as little movement as possible.
Eventually the blonde managed to cover them and they began to shuffle into a comfortable snuggling position, during which Tara felt herself lying on something bulky. She reached beneath the covers to find the cause of the uncomfortable bulge and pulled it out, grinning sluggishly when she saw it was the Wonder Woman panties that clearly hadn’t made it to the floor in their earlier tussle to rid each other of their clothing.
She threw it over her shoulder to let it join the other discarded garments and moved her rest her cheek on Willow’s shoulder, her arm thrown around the redhead’s waist.
“We should get you the headband. You’d be cute.”
Willow gave a small chuckle.
“So you liked me as Wonder Woman?”
Tara sighed contentedly.
“Mmhh, yes. Very sexy.”
Willow smiled and started playing footsie with the blonde under the covers.
“I can be all large with the wonder-ness whenever you want.”
Tara turned her head further into the redhead’s neck and placed a kiss below her ear.
“You don’t need star-spangled panties to be my Wonder Woman.”
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You’re so sweet 
I was at work and the last time I read one of your NC17 updates at work...you broke me, lol. 
and less 
not really all that ashamed that I keep picking out the set-up lines for a me and Tara reference.