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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: Howdy folks and happy hump day!
Speaking of hump, if anyone isn’t in the mood for smut, I’d give this chapter a miss (or maybe a quick skim) ’cause the whole ‘naked weekend’ concept got a little out of control.
Chapter 7 ********
Willow felt consciousness begin to seep into her brain, coupled with the very pleasant sensation of something soft running up and down her calf.
She fluttered her eyes open and was met with Tara’s smiling face, propped up on her elbow and indentified the feeling on her calf as that of the skin of her wife’s foot.
“Am I drooling?” she asked groggily, bringing a hand up to the side of her mouth and wiping it.
Tara just shook her head
“No.”
Willow dropped her hand back down at her side, above the covers and crinkled her brow.
“Then why are you staring?”
“Because you’re beautiful,” Tara responded, as if it was obvious.
Which to her, of course, it was.
“Oh.”
Willow blushed for a moment before getting a cheeky smile on her face and Tara suddenly found herself on her back with a very insistent thigh moving against her center.
“And what do you think you’re doing?” Tara asked, trying to keep her composure but unable to stop the soft moan leaving her lips as the redhead’s skin brushed over her clit.
Willow just smirked.
“Do the words “morning lovin’” mean anything to you?”
Tara adopted a sultry half-smile.
“Do the words ‘horny wife’ mean anything to you?”
“Oh yea,” Willow grinned, grabbing a hold of the blonde’s hips almost roughly, “It means I’m gonna make you scream my name.”
Tara inhaled sharply as a flood of desire coursed through her and moaned as she felt Willow’s lips against the base of her throat, slowly moving upwards.
She tilted her neck to the side as she felt the redhead start to move inwards and let out another moan as Willow’s hand slipped down between their bodies and quickly replaced her thigh by gliding two fingers into the blonde’s waiting wetness.
“Were you taking sneaky peeks under the covers before I woke up?” Willow asking in a playful whisper as she swirled her tongue along her wife’s neck, “‘Cause I’ve only started to touch you and you’re
very wet.”
“And that differs from usual how?” Tara asked breathlessly, fighting the urge to buck her hips, wanting to give total control over to her wife.
Which Willow sensed. And loved.
“You’re all mine, aren’t you, baby?”
Tara’s hand moved up to entwine in her lover’s hair, holding her firmly in place as she moaned.
“Always.”
Willow complied with her wife’s silent request, continuing to lavish kisses and attention all over the skin of her neck while fingers ever so delicately made their way between the blonde’s folds until she slipped inside her in one swift movement, feeling ripples try to pull her roaming digits as far in as possible.
“Oh...Oh, Willow...”
Tara couldn’t control it as her hips started moving of their own accord against her wife’s delving fingers, taking them all and demanding more by the sheer strength by which they were bucking. Willow, knowing Tara and her body better than anything, answered the non-verbal plea and added a third finger to her constant thrusting.
The ensuing tightness she felt around her and the incoherent moans leaving the blonde’s lips and falling straight into her ear as her mouth latched onto the taller girl’s pulsepoint proved too much for her own aching loins and without stopping the contact on her wife, threw her leg over Tara’s and moved around until she felt a steady friction against her clit.
Tara let out a delighted moan as she felt her wife’s heated flesh glide against her and could only let out a wordless cry as the redhead’s fingers began curling and hitting against her sweet spot.
She let the pressure build from everywhere, savouring every movement’s of Willow’s fingers, lips and body until she knew she needed to release the pressure inside her before she exploded and used her grip on the smaller girl’s hair to pull her up for a kiss.
Willow could only smile softly and let her eyes flutter open and closed as a mass of warmth spread throughout her body, the sensation of the blonde’s lips pushing her over the edge.
The only thing she was aware of was pleasure consuming her and the pleasure she could feel emanating from her wife, pooling together in a mass of ecstasy that both girls passed to each other as they kissed.
An eventual, but reluctant, need for oxygen broke them apart a few moments later but they kept their contact close, resting their foreheads together as the redhead gently extracted her fingers and rested them lightly against her wife’s mound.
“I don’t know how you do the things you do to me,” Willow said softly, her eyes smiling.
Tara just gave a low, momentary laugh, her eyes sluggishly closing.
“I do. Love.”
Willow gave a small laugh too.
“Well we do have a lot of that.”
“Yes we do,” Tara murmured in response before Willow saw the sides of her lips quirk up just slightly, “You didn’t make me scream your name.”
Willow’s own lips quirked upwards as she remembered her earlier pledge and before the blonde even registered the feeling of movement, the fingers resting on her mound had suddenly slipped between her lips and grabbed her clit in a tender but firm pinch.
Tara’s eyes flew open at the contact, her hands flailing for a moment before they clung onto Willow’s shoulders, her nails digging into the skin there as her voice rung out through the room in a surprised, but pleasure-filled squeal.
“Willow!”
Willow grinned smugly as she saw her wife’s sudden orgasm wash over her face and felt it ring throughout the trembling body beneath her. She gently lessened the pressure of her fingertips around her lover’s throbbing nub before easing off completely and bringing her hand up to wipe some of the taller girl’s sweaty hair from her brow.
“Never say I don’t keep my promises.”
“Oh Willow,” Tara panted, struggling to regain her breath.
Willow settled her body alongside her wife’s and threw her arm protectively over her waist with a satisfied sigh as she rested her head under the blonde’s chin.
“I love how you say my name.”
Tara, slightly recovered, but still with a bliss-filled smile plastered over her face, used all of her strength to start softly stroking her wife’s hair.
“Willow, Willow, Willow,” she recited in an easy, loving tone, “So what are our plans for the day?”
Willow nestled her head further beneath her wife’s chin.
“Is there a problem with just this?”
Tara laughed again.
“Of course not.”
Willow smiled and tapped her fingers lightly against the blonde’s hip before raising her head, remembering what her wife had said the day before as they had been walking to their cabin.
“You want to see the grounds.”
“Not if you don’t,” Tara replied in a relaxed tone, “I’m very happy to stay in bed all day.”
Willow stretched her back muscles slightly and looked over her shoulder, towards the bathroom.
“Why don’t you go have a nice, hot shower and I will order us some breakfast and then we can go see what beautiful scenery this place has to offer.”
Tara looked off in mock-contemplation before giving a wry grin.
“I presume you’re going to join me in this shower?”
“Of course,” Willow replied, sticking the tip of her tongue out between her teeth, “You know I can’t resist the allure of a wet, naked Tara.”
Tara just continued to grin and rolled on top of her wife. She pressed her lips firmly against the redhead’s for just a moment before jumping out of the bed and sauntering towards the bathroom, an obvious swing in her hips highlighting her naked rear.
“I’ll be waiting,” she called out, over her shoulder in an alluring tone, “Don’t be long.”
Willow watched her wife’s retreating form with unadorned lust, mixed with pure and utter love, until she disappeared into the room and the sound of running water could be heard.
“I am the luckiest woman in the world.”
She started humming gently as she picked up the phone that lay on the nightstand next to the bed, the line instantly connecting to the reception cabin.
She asked for what she wanted to be delivered to their cabin before hanging up and quickly making her way into the bathroom too, not bothering to close the door as she slipped behind the curtain and encompassed her wife’s waist between her arms from behind underneath the steady stream of water.
“We have 20 minutes...” she whispered as she kissed her away across the back of the blonde’s neck, “Before our breakfast arrives. Twenty. Long. Minutes.”
“20 minutes, huh?” Tara asked, tilting her neck forwards just slightly, “Any ideas on how we can...fill that time?”
Willow scraped her teeth over the skin on the blonde’s neck.
“I have...a few ideas.”
Tara placed her hand over one of Willow’s on her stomach and gently started pulling it upwards, over her breast and up her collarbone before taking a firm hold of her wife’s wrist and sucked one of her fingers into her mouth.
Willow moaned softly as the blonde’s tongue bathed her finger in moisture and used her spare hand’s position on the taller girl’s waist to slowly spin her in place so they were facing each other.
She felt her knees go weak at the salacious smile plastered on her wife’s face as the blonde continued to gently caress the redhead’s finger with her mouth.
“I can still taste myself on you,” Tara whispered seductively, before dropping her spare hand and swirling it between her lover’s folds, then bringing it up to Willow’s mouth, “Turnabout is fair play.”
Willow closed her lips over the offered digit and dragged them up and down, swirling her tongue over her wife’s skin as she did so. Tara’s eyelids visibly became heavy as her normally cerulean-blue orbs darkened into deep arousal and she pulled her finger from her wife’s mouth and sucked it into her own.
“Yummy.”
Willow gasped as she suddenly found herself pushed up against the cold tile on the wall and let out a shaky breath when she glanced down and saw Tara had gotten herself on her knees in front of her.
“Oh boy.”
Tara chuckled as moved her head forwards to nuzzle into her wife’s curls.
“I’m not a boy.”
Willow felt her head loll forwards and let out a low whimper as she felt the taller girl’s hot breath on her needy flesh.
“Uh uh. No, you’re very much a woman. My woman. My perfect, sexy goddess of a wo-ohhh!”
She couldn’t complete her sentence as a throaty moan left her lips at the feeling of her wife’s tongue sliding into her intimate folds.
Her hand reached out, searching blindly for a few moments before she found the top of Tara’s head and began stroking her hair, giving her a soft but insistent push, moaning in appreciation when the blonde took the hint and she felt a warm tongue move down and inside her.
“Yes, baby...”
Tara could feel the steady beat of water falling onto her back from the shower head, mirroring the pulsation of her wife’s inner muscles around her probing tongue.
She dragged her wriggling muscle along her wife’s walls, reaching for her sweet spot and moved her hands to grip Willow’s hips firmly, not wanting her to fall and hurt herself against the slippery surface of the shower.
Willow wasn’t in the least bit concerned about the possibility of losing her footing, much too consumed with the unadulterated pleasure coursing through her.
Tara’s tongue was hitting against her in the most delicious of manners and the tip of her nose was occasionally hitting against her throbbing clit, giving her a jolt of pleasure that sent her closer and closer to the edge.
“Tara...baby...oh god...”
Tara felt another push against the back of her head and quickened the pace of her strokes. She could feel Willow becoming undone around her, thighs trembling and juices flowing until the hand on her head entwined to almost painful levels and heard a strangled cry reverberate against the walls around them.
“Tara!”
Willow knew her legs would have buckled beneath her from the sheer strength of her orgasm, had it not been for her wife’s firm grip on her waist.
A series of low moans escaped her mouth as the pleasure ebbed and flowed through her until she made a conscious effort to loosen the grip on the blonde’s hair and returned to softly stroking it.
Tara took that as a sign that Willow had recovered enough for her to stop her attentions and eased her tongue out of her lover’s body before straightening herself up, keeping her hold on the redhead steady.
She was about to lean in to kiss the small girl when a loud banging made her jump back slightly.
“They’re early,” she said, giving her wife a small smile, “You get washed up. I’ll pour the tea.”
Willow watched Tara step out of the shower and saw her silhouette slip a robe over her shoulders and leave the bathroom, through the shower curtain.
She momentarily cursed not shutting the bathroom door, thinking it might of muffled the sound of the food arriving and she could have gotten the much-needed kiss she wanted at that moment but didn’t dwell on it, quickly soaping and lathering her body, then rinsing it off when she was clean.
She turned the water off and pulled the curtain back, taking the second white, fluffy robe offered in the room and wrapped it around herself, too antsy to even towel-dry herself first.
She peered out the door and saw Tara popping a strawberry into her mouth from the selection of dishes on a pull-away cart that breakfast had been delivered on, so she quickly scurried out and stepped in front of her wife, throwing her arms around the blonde’s neck and pressing their lips firmly together.
Tara murmured her approval into the kiss and placed her hands on Willow’s robe-clothed hips. She was just seconds away from pulling on the tie to let her hands caress her wife’s skin when the redhead pulled back with a mock-stern glare.
“You make a girl feel very vulnerable when you make her see stars like that then don’t even give her a little smooch afterwards.”
Tara brought her hand up and tucked a piece of her wife’s damp hair behind her ear before leaning over and placing two, soft but sweet kisses on her lips in quick succession.
“I’m sorry. There’s two to make up for it.”
Willow blushed and got a giddy smile on her face.
“Okay,” she replied, bouncing up and down on the balls of her feet, before looking over at the food, “Wow, this looks great!”
“Is there anything you didn’t order?” Tara questioned with a small laugh, looking over the array of hot and cold breakfast foods.
“Well we didn’t have a menu so I just told them to send whatever breakfast things they had up,” Willow explained as she pulled the cart over to the small table in the room, placing the two plates provided on either side of it before sitting on one of the chairs and smiling up at her wife, “Aren’t you gonna join me for breakfast?”
“Of course,” Tara answered, taking the seat opposite the redhead, “Hmm, I don’t know what to have...”
Willow reached over to retrieve her wife’s plate and put a halved bagel on it, with a couple of strips of crispy bacon and a small rounded dish that had a creamy white substance in it that Tara could identify as cream cheese by the look.
“Eat this, it’s nice and substantial since we’ll we walking around. Oh and have some fruit. Tea?”
Tara nodded with a smile as she took the bowl of mixed fruit Willow was holding out to her and scooped some onto her plate, putting it back down between them before one of the mugs of tea she’d made earlier while Willow was still in the shower was handed over to her, the redhead having added just the right amount of milk and small pinch of sugar that she liked.
“Perfect,” she breathed over the mug as she took a sip.
“I know you are,” Willow grinned across the table as she spread some scrambled egg over a piece of toast.
Tara blushed and ducked her head slightly at the compliment before snapping off a piece of bacon and chewing on it slowly. Without realising she was doing it, she started running her toes along her wife’s foot beneath the table.
Willow smiled at the contact and moved her own foot so her toes were tickling the blonde’s. Tara seemed to become aware of their game of footsie then and smiled too, happy to engage in the play as they both ate their fill of food and downed another cup of tea each.
“Eurgh, definitely need a walk after that,” Willow said, leaning back in her chair and putting a hand on her stomach, “Breakfast that good should be criminalised for crimes against your digestive system.”
“It was quite delicious,” Tara agreed, taking the final sip from her coffee and standing up, stretching her back until she felt a satisfying ‘pop’, “Would you like me to hand you some clothes?”
Willow was about to say yes when she thought better of it, the prospect of watching Tara getting changed much more alluring.
“I, um, haven’t decided what to wear yet,” she answered, hiding a grin, “Need another minute.”
She watched as Tara gave a small nod and relaxed even further into her seat, unable to hide her grin this time as the blonde slipped the robe over her shoulder and threw it onto the bed, leaving her nude.
“I think you dropped something, baby.”
Tara had no idea what she could have dropped considering the only thing she’d been wearing was spread out on the mattress, but bent over anyway to look for this mystery item.
Which was when she heard a stifled giggle and looked over her shoulder, straightening up and rolling her eyes when she saw her wife was quite obviously checking her out.
“If you wanted me to bend over, all you had to do was ask.”
“Okay,” Willow giggled before gesturing with her hand, “Bend over.”
Tara again rolled her eyes playfully and bent over to unzip the bag they’d brought with them, retrieving underwear and the clothes she wanted for the day, hearing a dissatisfied noise when she dragged her panties up her legs.
“I can hear you pouting,” she said in a mirth-filled voice as her black pants followed her panties and she started looking around the room, “Where did you throw my bra last night?”
“Somewhere you’ll never find it!” Willow declared in a defiant voice, crossing her arms over her chest and raising her chin, “We’ll live in a land where bras don’t exist and your boobs roam free for my eyes to devour whenever I like.”
Tara put a hand on the side of her hip, not caring how silly she looked doing it topless and quirked an eyebrow at her wife.
“Your eyes and everyone else's?”
Willow’s smug grin faltered as she thought of anyone else seeing her wife’s breasts and she pouted, knowing she’d have to admit defeat.
“Behind the nightstand.”
“Thank you, darling,” Tara replied, going over to the nightstand and seeing the strap of her bra sticking out from behind.
Willow watched as Tara fitted her bra over her shoulders and smiled when she saw her slipped a low-cut shirt on as well, one that happened to amplify her cleavage greatly, even with the light pink sweater the blonde had decided to adorn as well. She quietly stood up and walked over, wrapping her arms around her wife’s waist from behind.
“You’re as sexy as the day we met. More so. Every day, you get more and more beautiful and I love you more than I ever thought possible.”
Tara leaned back into the embrace and put her hands over the redhead’s.
“I thought you had eggs for breakfast, not a bowl of Cheesy-O’s.”
Willow knew her wife was teasing and smiled for a moment before adopting a suitably offended tone.
“Geez, I try to be romantic...”
“And you succeed very well,” Tara responded warmly, “I love you too.”
Willow squeezed the blonde’s midsection for a moment before pushing off.
“Good. Now, I think I’ve decided what to wear...”
Tara rolled her eyes playfully and sat down on the edge of the bed to put on socks and the boots she’d worn the day before, deciding they were comfortable but sturdy enough to handle trekking around the grounds as Willow changed into a skirt and warm sweater.
“Did you steal my socks?” Willow asked as she rooted through the bag for a pair.
Tara quirked an eyebrow at her wife as she tied the laces on her boots.
“10 years, Willow. We’ve been sharing socks for 10 years. And many other items of clothing. The only thing we haven’t worn of each other’s are bras.”
“And only ‘cause my little apples are no match for your melons,” Willow giggled as she unzipped the front pouch of the bag, “You’re lucky the mother in me always packs extra.”
Tara laughed and stood up, straightening out all of her clothes and grabbing a hair tie to fasten her hair on top of her head.
“Your neurosis had you packing extras long before we became mothers.”
Willow narrowed her eyes and stuck out her tongue at her wife before slipping the socks over her feet and fitting herself into her shoes.
“Okay. I’m all ready.”
Tara held out her hand in offering which Willow gladly took as the blonde led them out the door of their cabin.
“Left or right?”
The surrounding grounds of the cabin were quite large but there were designated paths designed so that anyone walking them could always find their way back safely.
Willow remembered Becky telling her about a man-made lake area in the south part of the grounds that was apparently quite spectacular so decided they should head in that general direction.
“Right,” she said after a moment and pulled her wife in that direction and they started a leisurely pace, “It’s nice and sunny today.”
“It’s been a beautiful fall,” Tara agreed as the odd errant leaf crunched beneath her boots, “It’s supposed to be a harsh winter.”
Willow looked excited at that.
“That means snow!”
Tara laughed and shook her head slightly.
“It also means ice. And we don’t want a repeat of last year when our over-zealous son got hyped up by his even more over-zealous mother and almost broke his arm when he fell off a runaway sled.”
Willow grimaced as she remembered the winter before when she’d pushed JJ just a little too hard down a small snow-hill that had formed and the icy conditions meant the bottom of the sled didn’t grip quite as well as it should’ve.
“God, I still feel awful about that.”
Tara dropped the redhead’s hand to wrap it around her shoulder, giving it a squeeze.
“Don’t, honey. It was barely even a sprain. And if you hadn’t been there to grab the sled before it went too out of control, it could’ve been a lot worse. Okay?” she asked and saw her wife give a small, grateful smile, “Good. Now, that qualifies as kiddie talk, which we agreed to have none of.”
Willow’s smile got wider and she rested the side of her head on Tara’s shoulder, wrapping her arm around her waist as they walked. They strolled in relative silence for a little while, comfortable just to be with each other until the redhead noticed something just ahead and pointed with her spare hand.
“Look, baby, squirrels!”
Tara followed where her wife was pointing and smiled when she saw two squirrels running around just off the path.
“They’re playing together,” she commented with a smile, “How cute.”
Willow laughed and was about to remark further when she saw how the animals had suddenly moved and cleared her throat.
“Um, I think Mr. Squirrel has a certain kind of play in mind.”
Tara stifled a laugh and brought her hand up to her mouth when she saw that one of the squirrels, presumably a male, had moved himself behind the other and was gyrating his lower half in a particularly rhythmic manner.
“Squirrel babies have to be born somehow,” she said eventually, still trying not to laugh.
“I don’t think the girl is very receptive to this squirrel lovin’,” Willow replied, her tone full of mirth as she saw the other squirrel try to run away as the male continued to try and get on top of her, “Heh, maybe they’re married.”
Tara gave her wife a sidelong glance as they passed the animals and bumped her hip slightly against the redhead’s.
“You should know better than anyone, honey, that sex decreasing after marriage is just not true. In fact, I think we could argue that we have even more than when we were dating.”
“Ain’t that the truth,” Willow grinned, “Nothing beats some wifey lovin’. Mmhh...in fact...”
Tara yelped as she suddenly found herself pushed up against the large trunk of one of the trees surrounding them with Willow’s lips trailing across the skin on her neck.
She contained a small moan and instinctively tilted her neck before pushing the redhead back and giving her a half-joking smile.
“Um, Willow...you didn’t just get turned on by watching two squirrels going at it, did you?”
“No,” Willow replied, moving her body forwards so she was pinning her wife completely against the tree, “I got turned on by the thoughts of a naked you running through my head.”
Tara could feel the smaller girl’s heavy breath on her lips and felt a flood of arousal go through her in response. She gasped when she felt nimble fingers start to unbutton her pants and put a hand over the redhead’s to stop her.
“Willow, anyone could walk by.”
“We haven’t met anyone yet,” Willow replied as she batted the blonde’s hand away, too consumed with her own desire to think of anything but going with, “You got a taste earlier, now it’s my turn.”
Tara watched in shock as Willow yanked down her pants and panties before getting on her knees in front of her. The heat coursing through her body stopped any chill in the air from reaching her and an inescapable, loud moan left her lips when a wet tongue slipped into her core before she even realised what was happening, a hand either side of her naked buttocks to protect her from the harsh bark of the tree trunk.
“Oh god, Willow,” she moaned, looking all around her to make sure nobody was around, “Willow, we can’t...you need to stop...oh god, you need to...oh...don’t stop.”
Tara’s body quickly took control of her mind, shutting off the small portion of her brain that was resisting and focusing on nothing but the quickly mounting pleasure. Her mind was careful enough to make sure she kept her tone low, however, as quiet, almost incoherent moans left her mouth.
“Ugh...oh...ummm....oh!”
Willow felt her wife’s hips bucking into her face and delighted in the sensation for a moment before wrapping her lips around the blonde’s clit and sucking with gusto – it was always a sure fire way to get Tara to release quickly and while Willow had been the one to start this endeavour, she was quite aware that it was no time for dilly-dallying.
It took barely a minute before Willow heard a hitched breath that she knew indicated her lover’s impending orgasm and opened her mouth to accept the onslaught of juices that Tara released a moment later.
Tara managed to contain the cry that wanted to erupt from her chest as her whole body burst in pleasure. She let her mouth hang open instead, only vaguely aware of a few soft licks to her sated core and the feeling of clothing being refastened around her before her body slumped against the tree.
Willow grabbed the taller girl’s waist to keep her steady and pressed her lips tenderly against her wife’s to bring her back into the realm of consciousness.
Tara responded after a few seconds and they kissed lazily for several long minutes until the blonde pushed Willow back just slightly and quirked an eyebrow.
“Against a tree? Really?”
“You were enjoying it a second ago,” Willow grinned, “Now we can add ‘forest’ to the list of places we’ve gotten naughty.”
Tara grinned too.
“You keep a list?”
“Only in my head,” Willow laughed, “I think any of our male friends would have a heart attack if they ever got a hold of an actual list. Are you able to walk? Apparently there’s a really beautiful lake on the grounds and I don’t think it’s far from here.”
Tara reached down to entwine her fingers with the redhead’s.
“I’ll need you to hold my hand.”
Willow brought her wife’s hand up to her mouth and kissed her knuckles.
“Not a problem.”
They set off again, though at an even more sedate pace than before as Tara’s relaxed muscles didn’t want to move much and leisurely chatted as they strolled down the different, twisting paths until they eventually walked behind a clearing of trees and came across a large half-circled shape area of grass that lead directly onto a shimmering lake of water.
The backdrop to the lake was by far the most spectacular part of the area though, rolling hills surrounding the water that stretched out for miles.
“Who knew a little piece of heaven existed in upstate New York?” Willow asked in awe as she looked around.
“How is this place not crowded with people?” Tara questioned, also taking everything in, “I’m sure they advertise this area in the little pamphlets in the room.”
“This place is marketed at couples. Couples like us, who just want some time alone. Most probably don’t even leave the cabin,” Willow replied softly before grinning, “Besides, you didn’t even look at those pamphlets and you actually wanted to see the grounds.”
Tara had to concede that point with a smile.
“Well that’s true,” she said before her smile turned into a grin and she turned to face her wife, “You know...I’ve always wanted to try skinny dipping.”
Willow’s eyes bugged out of her head and she almost choked on air.
“What?!”
Tara got a mischievous glint in her eye; she was feeling emboldened by their little stint in the forest. She trailed a finger down her wife’s chest, over her sweater and adopted a low, sultry tone.
“You’re all for the exhibitionism when you’re taking me against a tree but now you’re feeling shy?”
Willow’s eyes got impossibly wider as Tara didn’t wait for a response and started walking backwards, slowly unbuttoning her sweater as she did so.
The blonde’s clothing continued to be shed as she made her way towards the bank of the lake until a final tug against each of her shoe strings enabled her to kick off her boots and socks and she sank back into the water so it covered her up to just above her breasts.
She gave Willow her best alluring look.
“I thought you couldn’t resist a wet, naked Tara?”
Willow couldn’t argue with that logic and the last of her modesty swiftly evaporated as she stripped off faster than lightening and almost ran into the water and up to Tara, where the blonde cupped the redhead’s buttocks beneath the water.
Willow took the hint and wrapped her legs around her wife’s waist, the buoyancy of the water allowing their position to be held with ease.
“10 years and you’re still surprising me,” Willow said adoringly as she affectionately massaged the back of her wife’s neck, then trailing one hand along the top of the water, “Surprisingly warm, huh?”
“The sun’s beating down on us,” Tara smiled, swaying their bodies around in the water.
Willow put her hands just below the blonde’s shoulders and slowly inched them down until the base of her palms were resting on Tara’s breasts.
“I know we’ve been acting like a couple of horny teenagers today,” she said quietly, her gaze dropped before she raised it to meet her wife’s eyes, “But would you hold it against me if I asked you to make love with me right now?”
“The only thing I’m going to hold against you,” Tara replied with a loving but somewhat-cheeky grin, “Is my body.”
Willow’s face lit up.
“That works for me,” she replied softly before looking around them, “Do you need something to lean against?”
Tara shook her head.
“I’ll keep us steady.”
Willow closed her eyes for a moment.
“You always keep me steady.”
She fluttered her eyes open to an adoring look on her wife’s face and moved forwards so their lips began to caress each other lightly.
She felt one of Tara’s hand move off her buttocks and between their bodies, so let one of her own fall further down while her second hand went to grip her lover’s shoulder.
She moaned into the kiss as her fingers swirled into the blonde’s folds, wet with so much more than just water and bucked her hips when she felt Tara copy her actions.
She crossed her ankles against her wife’s lower back to tighten the hold they had on each other as, as if in one mind, both women entered each other simultaneously.
The position was easier to hold than either had anticipated as they fluidly moved in and out of one another, their kisses getting deeper but staying at a sedate, relaxed pace.
While both had been overcome with passion in their trysts so far that day, it was love that was pushing them forwards in this instance, but with the passion still burning like an inferno deep inside them, quelled by the emotions both women were passing to each other through their lips and bodies.
“I love you, Tara,” Willow breathed against her wife’s lips as they broke for oxygen for just a moment.
Tara responded by capturing the redhead’s lips again, kissing her with gusto for the next several long minutes before she knew they were both on the edge of climax and pulled away to stare into the green depths she adored so much.
They stared into one another’s eyes are their bodies became awash with heat. Tara’s toes curled into the sand beneath her feet and she felt Willow’s heels dig into her for a few moments before they both relaxed and rested their foreheads against each other.
“I love you too,” Tara said eventually, a serene smile plastered on her face.
Willow’s lips quirked into a smile and she dropped her head, resting her cheek against her wife’s shoulder. Tara started to sway them just slightly as they embraced until Willow pulled back and looked thoughtful.
“I have an idea. Why don’t we go visit that little town we passed on the way in? We can browse the boutiques and I’m sure they have a nice, little, intimate, Italian restaurant we could eat at. And maybe we could buy some candles in one of these little boutiques to bring back after and we can...maybe...take our time?”
Tara could only nod, her smile widening.
“I think that sounds like a wonderful idea,” she replied before indicating towards the grass, “We should probably put some clothes on before we get caught and kicked out.”
“That would be awkward explaining to Dad while we’re collecting JJ early,” Willow giggled and then pointed towards a large hedge that was along the grass, “We could probably hide out behind that for a few minutes and dry off so our clothes don’t get all wet. Up for a bit of naked sunbathing?”
“We’ve lost all our other inhibitions today,” Tara grinned, “Why not?”
Willow smiled and placed a final loving kiss on her wife’s lips before releasing her limbs so they fell down. She took the blonde’s hands beneath the water and walked them both out of the lake where they both quickly gathered their discarded clothing and made their way behind the hedge, hiding them from anyone who made their way to the area from the only path that led there.
“This is not normal behaviour for a pair of 30 year old, employed-by-the-government, tax-paying, mothers,” Tara commented as they both lay down on their backs, looking upwards.
Willow turned her gaze to her wife’s with a smirk.
“We’re not a pair of 30 year old, employed-by-the-government, tax-paying mothers, remember?” she asked, squeezing the hand still entwined with hers, “We’re just two people in love.”
“Ah, of course,” Tara replied, matching the redhead’s smirk, “In that case, this is completely normal.”
Willow chuckled and shuffled slightly so her body curled into her wife’s naked side.
“Pretty much.”
They cuddled in silence as the sun beat down on them, drying them completely in only a few minutes, after which they decided to get dressed straight away, figuring they’d tempted fate enough for that day.
They strolled back along the pathway, still not meeting anyone along the way until they arrived back at the cabin, staying only a moment to grab their purses before making their way to where they had parked the car. Willow drove the short 5 mile journey to what was the nearest neighbouring town and parked along the street, putting enough coins in the meter to last them the evening.
“Well, look at that,” Willow smiled as she looked at the establishment they’d happened to park in front of and read the sign hanging above it, “La Dolce Vita. I think you’ll find, my love, that that is a nice, little, intimate, Italian restaurant. Was I right or what?”
“As ever,” Tara replied lovingly as she walked onto the sidewalk and linked arms with her wife, “Do you think we need to make a reservation?”
“Nah, this is a small town, I think we’ll be fine,” Willow responded as she started walking them down along the street, “Would an early dinner work for you? I know we had a late breakfast but I think I’ll be hungry in an hour or two.”
Tara nodded in agreement.
“That sounds just about perfect.”
Willow smiled and leaned over to place a quick kiss on the blonde’s cheek before stopping to admire some dresses in a store window. The couple walked around the very few, but select, shopping streets that the town offered for the next while, stopping in some to appreciate a certain item of nice clothing or to look at artwork that local merchants were selling.
“We could probably get some candles in here,” Tara said as the passed a boutique home store, “Then we could go for dinner? I’m getting pretty peckish.”
Willow nodded with a smile, she’d been going to suggest they stop off for food soon as well as it was swiftly getting dark and she figured the stores would be closing soon anyway. They walked through the door of the store and were instantly hit by the scent of sandalwood incense.
Tara walked over to where there was a display of jewellery and Willow perused the aisles for a few minutes, internally laughing at some of the kooky lamps and statues that were on sale before joining her wife at the counter, seeing her looking intently at a solid silver, inch-wide band with a circular red gem joining the sides together in the middle.
“That’s pretty,” she commented and saw Tara give a fond smile before looking over to her.
“Yea. Did you pick up some candles?”
Willow shook her head and bit the side of her lip.
“Uh no, I forgot.”
Tara chuckled and gave the redhead’s shoulder an affectionate squeeze.
“I’ll go find some.”
Willow watched Tara disappear behind a row of shelves and discreetly got the attention of the woman sales clerk who had been standing not far away, behind the counter.
“Can I get that one there?” she asked quietly, pointing to the bracelet her wife had just been admiring.
“This one?” the woman, whose name tag said ‘Olivia’, asked, keeping her tone as well.
Willow nodded with a smile, looking over her shoulder to make sure Tara was still occupied and got her wallet ready as Olivia retrieved the bracelet and placed it in a black, silk box.
“I don’t need a bag,” Willow said quickly, handing over her credit card and taking the box in her hand, opening it for just a moment to look at the bracelet up close.
“It’s a real garnet, you know,” Olivia commented as she ran the credit card through the system.
Willow smiled warmly.
“Perfect. That’s her birthstone.”
Olivia handed a receipt with a pen over the counter and Willow quickly pocketed the box and signed the receipt.
“Is it your anniversary?” Olivia enquired as she tucked the receipt away and handed Willow her card back with another receipt.
“No,” Willow shook her head, pushing the receipt into her pocket as well to hide any evidence of her purchase, “I just love her.”
Tara appeared back around the aisle at the moment, holding two wide, circular, purple candles and one of similar size that was just plain white.
“I got lavender and vanilla,” she said softly as she walked up to Willow, “Is that okay?”
“Of course,” Willow smiled as Tara put the candles on the counter.
Olivia held back a grin and rung up the candles, placing them in a small, red plastic bag with the store name embossed on it and handed Tara the change from the $20 she had handed over.
“Thank you for your purchase.”
“Thank you,” Tara smiled politely and took Willow’s hand as she led them out of the store.
Willow mouthed a ‘thank you’ to Olivia just before they left and shut the door behind them when they did.
“So...food?” Tara asked.
“Yes, food,” Willow replied as her stomach rumbled, “I think my belly agrees.”
Tara smiled as they made their way down a side street and crossed the road over to the restaurant, which was just over half-filled with other patrons.
“Hello and welcome to La Dolce Vita,” a youngish man with a name tag that said ‘Vinnie’ greeted them, “Table for two?”
“Please,” Willow answered and they were led to a table beside the window, where they sat and Vinnie handed them each a menu.
“Can I get you ladies some drinks?”
“Have a drink if you want, baby,” Willow smiled across the table, “I’m driving.”
“Um, I’ll have a glass of the house wine,” Tara said to Vinnie who smiled in response.
“And I’ll have an Iced Tea with a slice of lemon, please,” Willow said.
“I’ll be right back with those,” Vinnie responded before disappearing.
Both women opened the menu and started to look through the selection but Willow spoke up after only a moment.
“Well I don’t need to see the rest of the menu. Clam linguine, I’m sold.”
Tara laughed and continued to look at her menu.
“I think I may be in a pasta mood myself. Would you like to share a Portobello mushroom to start?”
Willow gave a small murmur of approval.
“Mmhh, I love those things, yes please.”
Tara smiled and looked over the menu for another few moments until Vinnie appeared with a small circler tray. He placed their respective drinks in front of them and a bowl of bread in the middle of the table.
“Are you ready to order?”
Willow shook her head.
“I think we need another minute.”
“No, I know what I want,” Tara replied, closing her menu, “Can we get the garlic encrusted Portobello mushroom to start and I’ll have the chicken and mushroom fettuccine.”
“And, um, clam linguine for me,” Willow added, “Light on the sauce.”
Vinnie nodded and smiled.
“Excellent choices. I’ll be back with your food as soon as it’s ready.”
He went off again and Tara took a sip of her wine.
“That’s it,” Willow said in a mock-evil tone filled with mirth, “Get nice and drunk so I can take advantage of you later.”
Tara swirled her wine in her glass, an amused look on her face.
“If alcohol is the only way to have your way with me then how do you explain, hmm, how about...the entire day?”
Willow blushed and grinned.
“Oh that’s simple. You were drunk. Drunk on love.”
Tara let out a low laugh and reached across the table to entwine her hand with her wife’s.
“I love you, my sweet, silly Willow.”
Willow blushed again and squeezed the blonde’s hand before dropping it and reaching into pocket and producing the box she had stashed in there, setting it down in front of her wife.
“Got ya something.”
Tara picked up the box curiously.
“What’s this?”
“Open and see,” Willow responded, moving so her chin was resting on her palm.
Tara rubbed the silky fabric beneath her thumb for a moment before popping the box open. She stared at the bracelet for a moment before looking up at the redhead with smiling eyes.
“Never let it be said I don’t treat my woman right,” Willow said chirpily, “You like it, right?”
“I love it,” Tara replied, taking the bracelet from its box and slipping it over her wrist, “I love you. Thank you.”
“You’re very welcome,” Willow smiled, reaching out and tracing the pattern of the gem on the bracelet, “It looks great on you.”
Tara blushed and admired her new jewellery for a few moments before a large plate was being placed between them.
“Garlic encrusted Portobello mushroom with a balsamic vinegar dressing,” Vinnie rattled off with a smile, “Enjoy, ladies.”
“Mmhh, looks yummy,” Willow said as she cut the large mushroom into 4 pieces and speared one piece into her mouth, almost moaning at the silken feel and sharp taste, “Very yummy.”
Both women enjoyed the rest of their appetizer and chatted happily through their main course as well, gushing about how delicious their pasta dishes were and singing the restaurant’s praises even further when their bill came along and it was exceptionally low for the quality food and ambiance their evening had entailed.
“Do you have the candles?” Willow asked as they pulled up back in the parking area of the cabin lodgings.
“I do,” Tara replied, holding up the bag with the items in question as she opened the car door and got out.
“Excellent,” Willow responded, taking something quickly from the glove compartment before following her wife out of their car and towards their cabin.
When they arrived, Tara went to set the candles on the dresser across from the bed but Willow walked over to her and put a hand on her wrist to stop her.
“We should put them on the nightstand. That way we won’t have to get up to blow them out later. And, um, if I have my way, you won’t be
able to get up.”
“Well, then,” Tara smirked, “Nightstand it is.”
She walked over to one of the nightstands and placed one of the purple candles down before making her way around the bed to the other one and placed the remaining purple candle and while one beside each on that. Is was then she realised they had a small problem.
“Um, sweetheart,” she said, spinning around to face her wife, “We don’t have anything to light them with.”
“Damn,” Willow cursed under her breath before brightening up and walking over to where she’d dropped her purse, rooting through it for a second before producing a box of matches, “Voila! I confiscated them off JJ yesterday.”
Tara’s eyes widened in horror.
“He was playing with matches?!”
“Actually,” Willow grinned, “Apparently, he took them from another boy in his class, because ‘since he’s going to be a firefighter when he’s all grown up, he knows how dangerous fire is’. His words.”
Tara looked both impressed and proud.
“That’s our boy.”
“That he is,” Willow replied, throwing the matches across the room, which Tara caught with both hands, “Get lightin’, baby.”
She saw Tara turn back to the candles to light them before she reached into her own pocket and took out the Ipod and small, flat travel speaker that she’d taken from the glove compartment earlier.
She plugged the speakers into the music device and turned it on, scrolling until she found an appropriate song and smiling as the soft tune of Melanie Doane’s
I Can’t Take My Eyes Off You started ringing throughout the room.
Tara turned around, surprised at the sound of music and was met with Willow holding her hand out in invitation.
“Care to dance, m’lady?”
“I would love to,” Tara replied, taking the offered hand and giggling as she was spun around and pulled into the redhead, “Ever the astute on her feet.”
Willow settled her hands on her wife’s waist and felt Tara’s wrap around her neck as they started to sway.
“More like ever the spaz who’s prone to tripping up,” she answered before adopting a softer tone, “Except when my Tara’s there to keep me steady. Like, as previously discussed, she always does.”
Tara smiled lovingly for a second before moving to rest her head against the redhead’s shoulder. Willow copied the action and both women moved around to the tune of the music in silence until Willow felt the need to speak up again, in a quiet whisper.
“You make me feel like I’m floating on air.”
Tara audibly inhaled the scent emanating from her wife’s hair before also speaking in the same hushed tone.
“And you make me feel like I’m a goddess.”
They lapsed into silence for a moment before Willow spoke up again.
“You know this song was written about a television?”
Tara let out a low laugh.
“Way to ruin the romance.”
Willow placed a soft kiss against her wife’s neck.
“Nothing could ruin our romance.”
The song came to an end then and when no new music followed, Willow lifted her head up and used her grip on her wife’s waist to pull her towards the bed. They fell back onto it and began to leisurely kiss until Willow put a hand on the blonde’s shoulder to stop them, smiling up at her.
“Clothes are just going to get in the way.”
Tara sat back on her heels so she was straddling the redhead and held her arms up.
“Well then, I think we need to get rid of them.”
Willow lifted the hem of her wife’s shirt and pulled it over her head, throwing it somewhere on the floor. She then pushed herself up into a sitting position between the blonde’s legs so Tara could undress her as well.
When all their clothing had been removed, both girls peppering the other’s newly-revealed pieces of skin with wet kiss, they fell back onto the mattress again, Tara’s body covering the redhead’s as she gazed down at her wife, her eyes filled with love.
“I want to kiss every inch of your beautiful skin, my sweet.”
Willow let out a low moan and relaxed back into the bed as Tara’s lips began trailing across her chest.
“Every inch of my skin wants to be kissed by you.”
Tara spent the next indeterminate amount of time pressing her lips against every inch of her lover’s skin, as promised, before Willow gently turned them and gave the blonde the same treatment.
When both women’s bodies were tingling with need and desire, they settled into a comfortable position and let their hands find their way into familiar wetness, thrusting and dragging their fingers until both cried out their release and collapsed into each other, completely spent.
“I had the best day, Tara,” Willow said sleepily as the blonde gathered the blanket around them and took the redhead in her arms, “The best.”
“Me too, sweetie,” Tara replied, smiling as Willow tucked her head beneath her chin and wrapped an arm around her waist, “Would you like to maybe get up early tomorrow? I know we had a very...strenuous day, but I was thinking we could watch the sunrise down by the lake.”
Willow’s lids were heavy with exhaustion but she managed to cuddle into her wife even more.
“That sounds wonderful. Only if you wake me up with kisses though.”
Tara reached out with one hand and turned the dial on the small travel alarm clock that was on the nightstand to the appropriate time before blowing out the flickering candles, then wrapping her arm back around Willow’s body.
“Kisses. I promise.”
It didn’t take long for them both to succumb to sleep, their slumber relaxed with the peace of mind that only holding and being held by your soulmate can bring.
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