Frothy Goodness [AU] (Complete)

[Taralover]

Another good chapter from you.

[Laragh]

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TITLE: Frothy Goodness

AUTHOR: Laragh

CHAPTER RATING: PG-13

DISCLAIMER: I don’t own any of the characters, Joss does. I may totally disagree with what he did with them, but alas, he still owns them.

SUMMARY: They meet. They fall in love...I’m really bad at summaries. Happy, light reading.

SPOILERS: None. No demons, no hellmouth.

FEEDBACK: Go for it.

AUTHOR'S NOTE: Okay I think that's the fastest i've ever been able to write a chapter. Hope the speedyness hasn't made it really bad or anything. Thanks for continuing to read!

Part 24


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“Willster!” Buffy jumped up when she saw her friend come in to the living room.


Willow put the drinks down on the coffee table and embraced the hyper blonde.


“Hey Buff,” the redhead said, gripping her tightly.


When they pulled apart, Willow went over to where Angel was now standing and hugged him as well.


“Good to see you Angel. And welcome to the house, I can’t believe I’ve lived here for so long and you’ve never seen it!”


“It’s a nice place. And it’s good to see you to, little red.”


Willow scrunched up her nose at the nickname he’d had for her since they were in college.


Oh god, if he calls me that in front of Tara she’ll never let me hear the end of it.


“Don’t let Tara hear you call me that. She’s, um, protective. She’ll, ah-”


“Tease you relentlessly?” Buffy interjected, grinning.


Willow shot her a look, then conceded defeat.


“Yea. And we just had a singing moment. And I messed up dinner. I don’t want to realise I’m a total spaz and break up with me.”


Angel nodded in understanding and Buffy gave her a curious look.


“If you’ll excuse me, ladies, I need to, ah, use the bathroom,” Angel said as he left the room and went up the stairs.


Willow grabbed a beer and held Buffy’s drink out to her as the both sat down next to each other.


“She’s not gonna break up with you,” Buffy said as she took a sip.


Willow smiled sheepishly.


“I know. But it’s still scary.”


“It is,” Buffy said as she looked briefly at the stairs.


“Hey, is everything okay with you two?” Willow asked when she saw the look.


“You know, it really is. Everything was so hard at first, it felt like the world was against us, there was the age difference and all, but now it’s good. We’re good. I keep expecting something bad to happen.”


“If you keep thinking like that, you might actually create a problem,” Willow said knowledgably.


“Have you been reading those magazine problem pages again?” Buffy asked teasingly.


“Hey! They’re…it’s a thing, okay?!”


“So…we kind of had to cut it short on the phone the other day – the chef had some crisis. Anyway…” Buffy said with a sly smile, “You two, ah…you know.”


Willow turned bright red and looked down into her beer bottle.


She gave a small smile and looked up.


“We did,” she said simply.


Buffy put her drink down and started clapping her hands excitedly.


“Buffy, stop!” Willow said, laughing along.


“How was it?”


“Buffy!”


“You promised me details!”


“It was amazing, mind-blowing, insert-chosen-synonym-for-wonderful-here, all-around fantastic. And that’s all you’re getting.”


Willow was saved from further scrutiny by the sound of the doorbell.


“Ah, that’s Anya,” she said, standing up.


Angel came back through the door as Willow was leaving it and retook his seat beside Buffy.


Willow answered the door to a bubbly blonde carrying a bottle of wine.


“Hi!” Anya greeted enthusiastically.


“Anya, hi, come in,” Willow said, taking the wine that was offered, “We’re just through here.”


Anya followed the redhead through to the living room, where Buffy and Angel both stood up in greeting.


“Hi,” Anya greeted, walking over to Buffy, “You must be Buffy.”


They shook hands.


“Yes, I’m Buffy. Buffy is me.”


Anya smiled and roamed her eyes up and down Angel.


“And, you, stud, must be Buffy here’s orgasm friend.”


Buffy’s eyes widened and she shuffled closer to Angel, wrapping an arm around his waist protectively.


“Yep, this is Angel. Angel and Buffy. Buffy and Angel,” Willow said nervously, trying to ease the tension, “Drink, Anya?”


Tara chose that moment to come in from the kitchen.


“Guys, dinner’s… Anya, what did you say?” she asked when she noticed the tension.


“Why does everyone always blame me first?” Anya asked.


“Anya, you do lack a certain, um, finesse when it comes to dealing with people.”


“I have finesse! I have finesse coming out of my bottom!”


“Can you please apologise for whatever it we can start over and dinner doesn’t get cold?”


Anya didn’t usually back down, but Tara was the only person who’d actually stuck around being her friend for more than a week and they actually did have a close friendship. Anya knew Tara wasn’t being demeaning when she asked her to apologise, and if she was honest, she knew herself that she did take a period of… adjustment to become friends with. She knew about Tara’s childhood, she had been told drunkenly one night, and for the first time, Anya had felt protective of someone. And Willow was making her friend happy, happier than she’d ever seen her, so in Anya’s book; she owed the redhead for that simple fact. She turned back to Buffy and Angel.


“I’m sorry I made inappropriate remarks and gestures around your boyfriend. You seem very nice and I look forward to getting to know you both.”


Buffy eyed her warily for moment.


“I know I speak with a strange evenness, and select my words a shade too precisely… I’ve been told some guys like that in a girl, but I digress. I really do mean what I said.”


Buffy heard the sincerity and gave her a smile.


“It’s nice to meet you, Anya. Any friend of Willow’s is a friend of mine. Or Tara’s for that matter, so I guess you’re both.”


She elbowed Angel, who still looked slightly shell-shocked at the entire exchange. He extended his hand, and Anya looked to Buffy for the okay. She nodded in acceptance and Anya grasped it, making sure not to hold on too long – at the very least she didn’t want to cause Tara any more drama.


“It’s nice to meet you, Angel.”


Willow looked at Tara with a ‘what now?’ look. She crooked her head in a ‘come here’ gesture and the redhead scurried over.


“Dinner’s ready,” Tara said, opening the double doors to the living room.


“Oh but first, we need to tell you all something,” Willow said excitedly.


The three guests looked at her expectantly. Willow continued nodding her head enthusiastically without saying anything. Tara grabbed her hand and squeezed it.


“Oh! Right. Sorry. I said it in my head and I thought I really said it. Which is silly. Clearly I know the difference between verbal speech and inner monologue, even if the two sometimes combine and I have an onslaught of words that just never seem to stop, but anyway, the point that I was thinking and not saying but what I’m saying now is that Tara moved in with me and we’re living together.”


Buffy started clapping her hands excitedly again and Angel gave a rare smile. Anya uncharacteristically lunged forward and embraced the two lovers.


“I am so happy for you guys!” she said as she hugged them tighter.


Willow and Tara looked at each other and Tara shrugged.


“Thank you, Anya,” Willow said as Anya let go.


She was surprised yet again when Anya pulled her into a hug by herself.


“Remember our agreement? The evisceration?” Anya whispered into her ear.


Willow nodded silently into the hug.


“Good,” Anya said and pulled back, “Let’s eat!”


Tara looked at Willow in question who just smiled back with a mixture of fear and reassurance.


“Food, this way,” the redhead said, pointing to the dining table.


Each plate had a serving of salmon placed on it, except for one with a serving of eggplant Parmesan on it. In the middle of the table there was a bowl with steamed potatoes and another one with a variety of roasted vegetables.


“This all looks amazing, guys,” Buffy said as she took a seat next to Angel.


Anya nodded in agreement as she sat at the head of the table and looked over to Willow and Tara, sitting opposite Buffy and Angel.


“I love fish. Well, not in the ‘you two’ sense,” she said, pointing at the two women, “I prefer penises to provide my orgasms, thank you very much, but this salmon looks great.”


“Thank you,” Willow said, taking the compliment and ignoring the rest, “Tara did it.”


“We both did it,” Tara corrected, taking Willow’s hand under the table.


They smiled at each other.


They all began eating.


“So,” Anya said as poured a glass of wine from the open bottle on the table, “How did you two meet?”


The question was directed at Buffy and Angel.


“Little red here introduced us actually,” Angel said as he speared a potato with his fork.


Willow kicked him under the table.


“Little red?” Tara asked her girlfriend, smirking.


Willow blushed furiously and stared at her plate, muttering curses under her breath.


“Yea,” Buffy continued, “Willow and Angel were in study group together and I was meeting her after a session with a couple of mocha’s and she introduced us. Sparks flew, we went out on a date and we’ve been together ever since.”


She smiled affectionately at her fiancé and he gave a small one back in return.


“So, if you two were in study group together, were you majoring in computer science as well?” Tara asked.


“It was actually my second degree. I went to law school as well, but after a couple of years practicing I realised I was cursed with a soul and I just couldn’t do it anymore. It was my father’s dream, not mine. So I packed it all in to go back to school. I changed my major a few times, so it was computer science for a bit, fate I like to call it, otherwise I wouldn’t have met Buff, but I finally settled on business. I still didn’t know what I wanted to do, but it worked out when I bought the hotel. I can run the management section and I really enjoy it,” Angel answered.


Willow looked at him, mouth open.


“What?” he questioned.


“I – I just don’t think I’ve ever heard you say so much in one sentence,” she said, still stunned, “You have a nice voice.”


“Hey!” Buffy and Tara said at the same time, then looked at each other and laughed.


They all enjoyed their meal as they continued to converse. By the end of the evening, Buffy had even begun to like Anya, despite some of the things that were coming out of her mouth. Buffy, like Willow, could see that Anya was a great friend to Tara, and Buffy firmly considered Tara a friend now. Willow was just waving goodbye to Anya when Buffy came up behind her.


“So you guys are coming down for Christmas?” she asked Willow as she put her coat on.


“Yea. We’re doing dinner at Tara’s aunts, but we could have Christmas breakfast.”


“And our traditional indulgence on egg-nog?”


“Yep. But non-alcoholic for me. I cannot be drunk when I meet Tara’s family for the first time.”


“Well I’ll see you then. And I’ll call you during the week.”


“Thanks Buff.”


Tara walked up and wrapped her arm around Willow’s waist.


“Thank you guys for coming. It was really nice seeing you.”


Buffy walked up and poked Angel in the stomach.


“Come on, Pillsbury. You really need to start stopping by the fitness centre.”


Angel grabbed his fiancé’s hand and opened the front door.


“Willow, Tara, nice to see you. Oh and congratulations again.”


“Yes, congrats lovebirds,” Buffy said as she was dragged out the door.


“Bye!” Willow shouted to them as they got into their car and she closed the front door.


Willow leaned back against the door and pulled Tara to her.


“That went so much better than I expected,” the redhead said happily.


“Yes. It. Did,” Tara replied, punctuating each word with a kiss.


Willow looked at her with tired, loving eyes and stifled a yawn. Tara noticed.


“Go in and watch TV. Relax.”


“Come with me,” Willow said as she pouted.


“I,” she started and leaned in for another kiss, “Have to do the dishes.”


“I’ll do them tomorrow.”


“No you won’t. Besides, I said I would. I promise I’ll be in.”


“Okay,” Willow agreed half-heartedly, “But don’t be long. I need my Tara-snuggles.”


Tara gave her a half smile that made Willow melt and exited to the kitchen.


Willow watched her go and noticed the extra swing Tara put in her step, making her hips and ass sway deliciously. She absent-mindedly brought her hand up to her heart and felt it pounding beneath her palm.


Hopelessly in love, she thought as she went into the living room and began watching the news.


And I wouldn’t have it any other way.

[Taralover]

Lol at Anya backing down over anything.

[WillowRulez]

Cute that Angel has a nickname for Willow!
Nice use of the finesse quote.
Very sweet update

[Star Catcher]

I missed two updates. TWO UPDATES?! You gotta believe me, I'm hitting myself. I loved the updates. I also don't think I've heard Angel speak that much. I love Anya, she's very protective, but in a good way. Buffy's Buffy, and will always be Buffy. Great updates, I hope to see more.

[Taralover]

Laragh, you're a Fanfic Princess. Does your gf write as well as you do?

[Laragh]

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TITLE: Frothy Goodness

AUTHOR: Laragh

CHAPTER RATING: NC-17

DISCLAIMER: I don’t own any of the characters, Joss does. I may totally disagree with what he did with them, but alas, he still owns them.

SUMMARY: They meet. They fall in love...I’m really bad at summaries. Happy, light reading.

SPOILERS: None. No demons, no hellmouth.

FEEDBACK: Go for it.

AUTHOR'S NOTE: This continues maybe 5 or 10 minutes after the last chapter ends.

Part 25


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Tara was humming along to no particular tune when she heard her girlfriend walk into the kitchen.


“I hate Bush,” the redhead said as leaned against the island.


Tara turned around, soapy plate still in hand and quirked an eyebrow.


“Really?” she asked in mock-disbelief.


“Yes, real – oh!” Willow replied as understanding dawned.


“Did Bush do something stupid?” Tara asked, wiping the plate and putting it down to dry, still facing towards her girlfriend.


“Yea,” Willow responded as she walked towards the blonde, “He opened his mouth.”


Tara was about to grab another dish when Willow stopped her.


“Uh, Will? Kind of need my hands to clean.”


Willow responded by dropping to her knees.


Tara looked down at her in question.


“What are you doing?”


“Showing you how much I love bush.”


With that, Willow lifted her girlfriend’s skirt and put her head under, nuzzling against her panties.


“You don’t –oh! - have to do that.”


Willow appeared from under the skirt again.


“But I want to,” she said as she gripped the panties and pulled them down.


“You’re insatiable today,” Tara said throatily as she stepped out of the panties.


“You’re delicious everyday,” Willow replied as she caressed the blonde’s thighs.


“Better than my Toffee Mocha Sundaes?”


Willow fluttered her eyes closed at the memory of the heavenly desert Tara had made for them all that evening, the surprise of not knowing what they were until they were served making them taste even sweeter. She picked the discarded panties up off the floor and brought them to her nose, inhaling deeply, coming to fast conclusion to the blonde's question.


“Better. Now if you’ll excuse me, my mouth has other places to be.”


She slipped back under the skirt and spread her girlfriend’s lips with her tongue, instantly launching an attack on her clit.


Tara’s hands flew to the countertop to steady herself.


“Oh god, Willow!”


Willow continued lapping up the blonde’s juices, alternating long licks with sucking on her clit.


She heard her girlfriend’s moans becoming louder and louder and brought her hand into play.


She used one finger to circle Tara’s opening and felt the other girl push down, trying to take the entire finger inside.


Willow, needing more leverage, grabbed Tara’s hips and pulled one leg over her shoulder, leaving the blonde more open and available for her girlfriend’s touch.


Willow continued to tease both her opening and her clit, using her tongue to fuel the blonde's arousal, licking around the hard nub, but not actually providing any friction.


Keeping one hand firmly gripped on the countertop, Tara grabbed the back of Willow’s head through her skirt and pushed firmly, rubbing herself against the redhead’s face.


Willow took the hint and brought two fingers up to Tara’s opening, plunging them in as she licked the tip of her clit.


Tara needed her second hand to stabilize herself again at the double stimulation and brought it back up to grip the counter behind her. She bore down on the intruding fingers to take as much as she could and moved her hips in rhythm with the redhead’s thrusts.


Willow was lost. All she could taste, all she could feel, all she could hear was Tara. Tara everywhere, overwhelming her senses. And she loved it.


She felt herself the hand on the back of her head guiding her further into her girlfriend’s hot, wet core and gladly welcomed the push, using her entire face to pleasure the blonde. And she knew the best part was still to come.


Pardon the pun.


When Tara would reach the pinnacle of her pleasure, pleasure that she herself was giving her, that was the ultimate prize in the redhead’s book. Especially when she got to taste that release.


She felt a hand come to rest on her shoulder, then a few seconds later, a slight tugging. Worried that she’d hurt her girl, she stopped all her movements, but left her fingers in place, still inside blonde. She came out from under the skirt and looked up to see a very flushed Tara.


“Are you o-”


“Need…to taste…you…too,” Tara panted out.


Willow looked puzzled for a second before a huge grin broke out on her face.


“Same time,” she nodded.


“Lose the pants,” Tara said.


“Lose the skirt,” Willow replied.


Willow went to stand up and realised she’d have to remove her fingers from their warm cocoon in order to do so.


“I have to…okay?” she asked.


Tara nodded, but whimpered nonetheless at the lost contact when she felt them being removed. She quickly went about unclasping her skirt and was about to slip off her shoes when she was stopped.


“Leave ‘em on.”


Tara bit her lip to stop the groan from coming out and dropped to her knees, dragging the now-naked-from-the-waist-down redhead with her.


Their lips crushed together passionately, Willow’s hands instantly going behind to cup Tara’s ass.


Tara's mind went blank at the extra pressure and fell backwards. One of Willow’s hands subconsciously flew to the back of Tara’s head, stopping her from hurting herself on the hard tiled kitchen floor, never breaking their kiss.


They ended up with Willow lying on top of Tara, one hand still under the blonde’s head, while the other was stroking her cheek lovingly.


The redhead pulled back from the kiss. They looked at each other for a few long moments before Tara spoke, her voice a mixture of excitement and shyness.


“Turn around.”


Willow smiled.


“Watch your head, okay? I don’t want you to get hurt.”


Tara lifted her head slightly and Willow took her hand back. Tara put her head back down gently on the floor, which seemed to satisfy the redhead.


She used her now free hands to cup Tara’s cheeks and placed a tender kiss onto the girl, before lifting herself up and turning around, making sure both her head and core were in the correct positions.


Tara took a moment to just look at her girlfriend’s sex, her pink lips swollen and glistening with moisture. She licked her lips in anticipation.


“If I hurt you, ju-”


Willow couldn’t get the rest of her sentence out as Tara grabbed the back of her ass and brought her down to meet an eager tongue.


“Holy fucking god, Tara,” Willow squeaked out before lowering her own head and sucking on Tara’s clit.


Willow felt, more than heard, the answering moan that reverberated against her own bundle of nerves.


She held Tara’s clit in her mouth, running her tongue over and around it.


She could feel it jumping at every touch and doubled her efforts.


Tara, meanwhile, was exploring her lover’s wet folds expertly. She could feel her own clit being given generous attention and focused on bringing her tongue to Willow’s entrance.


Forgoing any teasing, as she could feel the juices flowing already, Tara thrust her tongue inwards, reaching as far in as she could.


She thrust in and out, curling her tongue upwards as she did so, and dragged it back down on her exit.


She knew where her girlfriend’s sweet spot was and aimed to reach it at every thrust.


She reached it on the next one and felt Willow start nibbling on her own clit in response.


Willow felt Tara reach her sweet spot and bit down lightly to control the series of groans that we’re threatening to erupt from her.


She felt herself teetering close to the edge was determined to bring Tara along for the ride. She released the hard nub and brought her tongue down to Tara’s opening, lapping there for a few seconds before pushing her tongue in and dragging it along the walls inside.


After a minute, she brought her tongue back out and brought her lips back up to Tara’s clit. She sucked it, hard, and it had the desired effect as she felt her girlfriend begin to come, thighs trembling beneath her.


She opened her mouth wide and welcomed the flow of juices, as she felt her own legs begin to tremble and a wave of orgasm flow through her. They continued to crash over her as Tara continued to lick up her juices.


Finally, both spent, they stopped their ministrations, neither making any effort to move as they fought to catch their breath.


After a few minutes, Tara spoke up.


“Don’t suffocate yourself down there,” she joked


Willow lifted herself up and turned back around, lying on top of Tara, face-to-face this time.


“Would that be suffocating or drowning? Either way, what a way to go.”


Tara giggled and Willow leaned down to kiss her.


“I’m not too heavy, am I?” the redhead asked, concerned.


“You’re perfect.”


They lay there in companionable silence, Tara stroking Willow’s hair for a few moments until Willow chuckled.


“What?”


“We didn’t even get our shirts off this time,” the redhead said, toying with the hem of Tara’s shirt.


“And whose fault is that? I didn’t exactly have much time to argue,” Tara guffawed jokingly.


Willow looked up seriously.


“I hope you don’t think…you don’t think that I all I want…or I expect…”


Tara silenced her with a soft kiss.


“I love all of you. Nervous Willow, Adorable Willow, Spaz Willow, as you call it, even though I think that’s just Adorable Willow, Programmer Willow, Goofy Willow, Serious Willow, Loving Willow, Reliable Willow, Wild Willow, Quirky Willow, Spontaneous Willow, and yes, Horndog Willow. All in one gorgeous package.”


“I just feel like I can’t keep my hands off you. Like I want you every second.”


“And that makes me feel incredibly loved and incredibly wanted.”


Willow contemplated all of this and smiled.


“There is no Wild Willow.”


“I seem to remember a particular redhead getting wild with me this afternoon with a certain apparatus…”


Willow blushed and buried her head in Tara’s neck.


“Are you cold?” she asked, aware that Tara was lying naked from the waist down.


“These tiles are pretty, but they’re not really designed for long term body exposure…”


Willow stood up.


“Wait here.”


Tara sat up and watched her girlfriend’s naked ass go into the hallway and open the linen closet, pulling something out. She came back into the kitchen and handed a pair of pyjama bottoms to Tara, before pulling on a pair herself.


Tara stood up, slipped off her shoes and put them on.


“I prefer you naked,” she said teasingly.


Willow held out her hand.


“We can sleep naked tonight, okay? But first, I think ‘TV and fire’ snuggles are calling us.”


Tara glanced back at the half-full sink of dishes.


“You are doing the dishes tomorrow, missy,” she said, taking the offered hand.


Willow beamed.


“Deal.”


They walked into the living room and cuddled up on the sofa. Willow grabbed the remote.


“Oh and Will? We’re not watching the news. My body can only handle so much.”

[Taralover]

sexysexysexy Thank you for still writing when in Sweden.

[WillowRulez]

For a second I expected Willow to propose lol!
Very hot update From now on I will call you smut master... mistress?

[taralicious]

Now that is a bumper sticker i can get behind i.e., " I Love Bush" and shows that Willow and Tara both have a firm handle on social issues as they out McGruff McGruff the Crime Dog in the way they take a bite out of, if not crime, then each other.

[Star Catcher]

I-uhh-uhhm-uhh. ......I think you've driven me speechless. One thing is for sure, I will never be able to look at Bush again without blushing. It just won't be possible. It's good that you don't encourage hitting of any kind, I rarely find people who doo (not in a good way). Bring on more update-y goodness, please!

[Laragh]

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TITLE: Frothy Goodness

AUTHOR: Laragh

CHAPTER RATING: PG-13

DISCLAIMER: I don’t own any of the characters, Joss does. I may totally disagree with what he did with them, but alas, he still owns them.

SUMMARY: They meet. They fall in love...I’m really bad at summaries. Happy, light reading.

SPOILERS: None. No demons, no hellmouth.

FEEDBACK: Go for it.

Part 26


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“Hey Tare, what’s in this box?” Willow asked, as she walked into their bedroom carrying a small box, sealed but with no indications of what was inside, “I thought we got you all unpacked weeks ago.”


Tara looked up from where she was packing clothes into a suitcase and saw the box in her girlfriend’s hands.


“Oh! Just some stuff I didn’t want to clutter your house with.”


“Tara,” Willow started with an exasperated tone, sitting on the edge of bed, “This is not ‘my’ house anymore. It’s ours. We eat together, we sleep together, we have a life together. Hell, you even pay half the mortgage, which I’ve told you, is completely unness- ”


“We’re not having this argument again, Will.”


“Baby-”


Tara stopped packing and sighed, sitting beside the redhead, who started talking again.


“Did I, or am I doing something to make you feel differently? I know I haven’t lived with anyone since college, and even then it was just Buffy, but I – living with you feels so right, and I know it’s been fast… Is that what it is? Do you feel like I pushed you into this? ‘Cause I’m so sorry if I did, baby, I didn’t mean to.”


Tara could see Willow was getting hysterical. She recalled, momentarily, one of the first time’s Anya had heard Willow babble, and had suggested slapping her. Deciding her fail-proof ‘Babble-Be-Gone’ method would probably work better, as well as making sure she wouldn’t end up sleeping on the couch with an angry girlfriend, she leaned in and captured the redhead’s lips with her own.


Willow could feel Tara’s lips on hers and thought about pulling back so they could continue talking.


Except we weren’t talking. I was.


She shut off her brain and concentrated on nothing but the kiss. She was mystified by the love and warmth Tara was conveying to her, until she felt, then tasted a salty wetness on her lips.


She contemplated pulling away again, when she felt Tara clutch at her back, pulling them tighter together. She didn’t know why Tara was crying, but she could tell her girl needed comfort, and she was going to give it.


She was going to express to the blonde how much she loved her with the simple intimacy of lips-on-lips. They didn’t need to go further, clothes didn’t need to be shed, they just needed to be kissing to communicate their emotions to each other.


Willow gently brought her thumbs up to Tara’s cheeks, brushing away the tears that were still flowing as they continued to kiss.


After a few minutes, Tara’s tears dried up and another couple of minutes later, she pulled back and buried her head in Willow’s neck.


“Lie down with me, honey,” Willow said tenderly.


Tara nodded into the redhead’s neck and Willow guided them both softly down on the bed.


Willow ran her hand up and down Tara’s back in silence until the blonde spoke.


“I’m sorry.”


“You have nothing to be sorry about,” Willow soothed, “I’m not sure what just happened, but we can just lie here ‘til you feel up to talking.”


They stayed quiet for another few minutes.


“I don’t deserve you,” Tara said in a hushed tone.


Willow just held her girl tighter and let the blonde gather her thoughts.


After a couple of moments, Tara pulled her head back so she could look Willow in the eye, but kept their bodies in close contact.


“You are so beautiful,” Willow said, tracing her features.


Tara snorted.


“My eyes are all puffy and my nose is running.”


Willow leaned forward and kissed each of Tara’s eyelids, and then her nose.


“And you’re still the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.”


“I-”


“Sshh. I didn’t say it to hear it back. I said it because it’s the truth…you up to talking? We could sleep for a little while if you need. Talk later.”


“We can talk now.”


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


“I feel silly. I just got…overwhelmed,” Tara started, a slight blush rising in her face.


“What overwhelmed you?”


Tara reached down and grabbed the box the redhead had brought in earlier.


“These are, um, photos. O-of me. And my mom. I didn’t…I didn’t want you to feel like I was…being too…pushy? I don’t know. And then we were talking and all the wrong stuff was coming out and I was kissing you. And…it was different. I felt so…loved and cherished. Not that I don’t normally, but it was really intense.”


“I felt it too,” Willow interjected softly.


“Before you, I hadn’t felt anything like that since mom. And when we were kissing, I got the overwhelming flood of love from both of you.”


“Tara, I’ll understand if you want to keep these photos private, but if you’re only doing it because you think I wouldn’t want them around…”


“I don’t want any part of my life private from you.”


“Wanna go put them up?”


“Really?” Tara asked, to be sure.


“As long as none of your mom are facing the bed. I don’t think I could do the dirty with you if she’s watching.”


Tara laughed out loud.


“We’re gonna be hard pushed to find somewhere in this house where we haven’t, ah, ‘done the dirty’.”


“Can I see them?” Willow asked, running her hand over the box that was now between them.


“Of course.”


Tara ripped the tape from the box and opened it, revealing framed photographs piled on top of each other.


“Wait,” Willow said, suddenly, scooting closer to the blonde, “I wanna get comfy first.”


She put her head on Tara’s chest and reached into the box, pulling out a black frame with a picture of two girls, both brunette’s, one about 30 and one about 10.


“Oh my god, Tara, you were adorable!” she said as she looked at the young Tara, being hugged from behind by her mother and missing her two front teeth.


“That was my tenth birthday,” Tara said, smiling fondly at the memory.


Willow put it down on the bed beside her and pulled out the next one, this time a much younger Tara with half a birthday cake on her head. She started giggling.


“And that was my first birthday,” Tara said, blushing slightly.


The redhead’s giggling got louder as she continued to stare at the photo.


“I was one, okay? My logic and reasoning skills were not exactly finely tuned yet,” the blonde continued in mock-indignation at her girlfriend laughing at her, “All I knew is that it was pink and fluffy and I wanted it on my face.”


The smaller girl turned to her, biting her lip to contain the full-scale giggle-fest that was threatening to erupt.


“Did I really just say that?” Tara asked again, biting her own lip, more in embarrassment than to hold in laughter.


“Wait right here,” Willow replied, getting off the bed.


She walked over to the closet and Tara saw her rummaging through a shoebox and then pulling something out. She walked back over to bed and bounced onto it, reclaiming her position on the blonde’s chest. She held up the object, which turned out to be another photograph.


Tara looked at the picture, which had a smiling baby redhead, in a very similar position to one-year-old Tara, birthday cake running through her hair and down her face.


She started laughing all over again.


“I’m glad we don’t eat like that now.”


“You’re telling me. Laundry would be a bitch,” Willow said, chuckling.


She brought Tara’s hand up, holding the picture and held the two photo’s side-by-side.


“Feel free to say no, baby, but do you wanna…maybe, frame these together?”


Tara bent her head down and kissed the smaller girl.


“I would love to.”


“Awesome. Hey! If we had a baby, how funny would it be if she like ended up in the exact same position? Cake on her head and…” Willow trailed off as she realised what she’d said, “I, um, I didn’t mean-”


“We’d have to make sure we had spare clothes handy,” Tara interrupted, smiling at the idea.


“Yea,” Willow said, beaming from ear to ear, “Yea we would.”


Tara showed her the remaining three frames, two with photos of Tara and her mother at six and fourteen, and one of the two of them with another woman who looked similar to Tara’s mom.


“Who’s this?” Willow asked, curious.


“That’s my aunt Nikki…the one you’re meeting in a couple of days…”


“Tara, what if she hates me?”


“She won’t.”


“How do you know?”


“Because you’re much too loveable. Now I believe we have frames to put up. And I have to finish packing.”


They both sat up and Willow gathered the frames in her arms. They went downstairs and placed the frames around the house, putting the one of Tara, her mom and her aunt in a prime location on top of the fire, the baby photo’s hanging above the table in the hallway


Tara went back upstairs to finish packing and Willow joined her moments later with two glasses of wine. She handed one to the blonde.


“Did you want to do something special for tomorrow? I know I should’ve asked earlier, but, ya know, Jewish and all. I kind of forgot about Christmas Eve. And you did Hanukkah dinner with my parents and everything. Which I promise I won’t subject you to again.”


“Willow, dinner with your parents was fine. The phrase ‘nice Jewish boy’ didn’t even come up this time. And we don’t have to do anything tomorrow. Besides we have to get up early Christmas Day to drive down. What time are we at Buffy’s for?” Tara asked as she put the last of her underwear in the suitcase and put her glass down on the dresser.


“Breakfast at nine. And we’re at your aunt’s place for 1. Say, do you want to drive down there?” Willow asked casually.


“You’d let me drive the Merc?”


“Of course. You’ve driven it before.”


“You just want to sleep on the way there, don’t you?” Tara accused playfully.


“Tara, please? Sleep-deprived Willow is not a Happy Willow.” Willow pouted.


“You could go to sleep early the night before…”


Tara had every intention of driving and letting her girlfriend sleep in the car, if that’s what she wanted, but she so enjoyed teasing her.


“Remember the last time I went to bed early…?” Willow asked with a coy smile, putting her glass down beside Tara’s.


Tara blushed and started randomly adjusting the clothes in her suitcase.


Willow went and sat on the bed next to the suitcase.


“I was woken up by a certain blonde…”


Tara avoided the redhead’s gaze.


“She, um, required certain… assistance that only I could help with…”


“Okay, okay,” Tara conceded, then decided to play the game, “I could always sleep on the couch.”


“No! No! I’ll make love to you all night and drive to LA and be completely non-grumpy,” Willow rambled quickly.


Tara sniggered and placed her open palm on the redhead’s cheek, before leaning in for a kiss.


“I’ll drive. Like I’d sleep on the couch anyway.”


Willow smiled before answering.


“You can’t sleep without me beside you? ‘Cause I know I can’t. Without you I mean.”


“No,” Tara said with a straight face, “I’d make you sleep on the couch.”


“Oh.”


Tara zipped up the case and put it on the floor. She stood in front of her sitting girlfriend. Willow looked up with sad eyes.


“I’m joking, my love. Remember when you had to go away for that conference in San Francisco a couple of weeks ago? I tossed and turned the whole night you were gone, then almost fell asleep on a conference call with Legal the next day. I didn’t have my Willow-Pillow.”


Willow eyed her for a moment before pulling her down on the bed and straddling her.


“This calls for a tickle fight,” she said as she began tickling the blonde’s sides.


Tara started squealing and flailing her arms, which just gave the redhead more area to cover. After a few minutes, Willow paused momentarily and Tara took the opportunity to flip them. She looked down and quirked her half smile.


“Now I’ve got you right where I want you.”


Willow looked at the blonde’s heaving chest and licked her lips.


“So what are you gonna do with me?”

[Star Catcher]

yay for !!! they're so cute together! and so sentimental, it's the perfect relationship. over all this is one of your best updates, keep 'em coming!

p.s. i agree, Bush was the worst President.

[Zampsa1975]

Great update-y goodness... Can't wait to read about their visit to Tara's aunt. I hope Willow doesn't spaz about it too much...

[WillowRulez]

Anya didnt have such a bad idea there, with slapping Willow if she babbles *g* But of course I prefer Tara's method.
Done the dirty... *snorts* I love how they can be silly with each other, having a tickle fight and so on.
Can't wait for Willow to meet the famous aunt

[Taralover]

Those two are so cute.

[arsyadriani]

you are sooo mean..
don't leave me hanging missy
so
more pleaseeee
RC

[taralicious]

The raw feral need to satiate the lust for one's lover has its place but this update makes a very strong and convincing argument for the calming effect and reassurance of security which a simple caress and the mere presence of the other person can have.
The simplest act of just being together and exchanging loving strokes of the hand or gentle kisses speaks volumes to the committment and tenderness of their love.

[Laragh]

******


TITLE: Frothy Goodness

AUTHOR: Laragh

CHAPTER RATING: NC-17

DISCLAIMER: I don’t own any of the characters, Joss does. I may totally disagree with what he did with them, but alas, he still owns them.

SUMMARY: They meet. They fall in love...I’m really bad at summaries. Happy, light reading.

SPOILERS: None. No demons, no hellmouth.

FEEDBACK: Go for it.

Part 27


******


Tara felt a sudden rush of arousal at the redhead’s words and the look on her face.


“Get your clothes off,” she growled.


“Take them off,” Willow said in an equally authoritative voice.


Tara leaned down and met Willow’s mouth in a desperate kiss, bringing her hands down to the button of the redhead’s jeans. She popped the button and dragged down the fly, before gripping the fabric and pushing them down to her knees where Willow kicked them off, thankful that neither of them were wearing shoes to impede their efforts. Tara sat up and broke the kiss.


“Going commando? Naughty girl. Sit up.”


Willow complied and sat up, where Tara swiftly divested her of her t-shirt and bra.


“Your turn,” Willow said, reaching for Tara’s shirt, but she was swatted away.


“No. It’s your turn.”


Tara slid down the smaller girl’s body and knelt between her legs. She opened her thighs roughly and Willow groaned. The blonde cupped her girlfriend’s mound and ran her fingers through the fine red hairs.


She dipped a finger inside and gathered some of the wetness. She brought the finger up to her mouth and licked it, closing her eyes at the sweet taste.


“God I love how you taste, Willow.”


Willow was enthralled watching her girlfriend and felt her clit begin to throb mercilessly.


Tara dipped her finger inside again, but this time brought it up to Willow’s mouth.


“Wanna try?” She asked with heavy-lidded eyes.


Willow sucked the finger in her mouth and ran her tongue all over it. She released the finger and Tara brought it down to the redhead’s rosy nipples, coating them with saliva.


She leaned her head down again and caught one nipple, sucking it. Willow groaned and bucked her hips subconsciously.


Tara switched nipples and pinched the abandoned one between her thumb and forefinger.


“Oh god baby, use your teeth. Bite me.”


Tara obeyed and bit down hard on the nipple in her mouth.


“Fuck yes! Just like that,” Willow said, her back arching into Tara’s touch, “Please, baby, skin, I need to see…just your shirt, please.”


Tara released the nipple with an audible pop and sat up, whipping her top off. The redhead was pleased to see that Tara wasn’t wearing a bra and her nipples were already rock hard.


Tara brought her hands back to Willow’s inner thighs and massaged them.


“What do you want?” she asked, fixing her gaze firmly on Willow’s sex.


“Eat me,” Willow said throatily.


Tara looped Willow’s legs over her shoulders and felt the redhead’s heels cross around the back of her neck.


“Whatever you want.”


She bent her head and extended her tongue, running it over the smaller girl’s mound, before moving further inwards and exploring the hot folds.


“Do the thing with your tongue, baby.”


Tara brought her tongue up to Willow’s clit, gently encouraging the hood back. She flicked her tongue over the tip of the hard nub three times in quick succession, before wrapping her mouth around it and sucking. This elicited a series of moans and grunts from her girlfriend.


She continued this process, as Willow’s moaning got more and more unrestrained.


“Fingers, Tara.”


Tara moaned at the demanding tone, which sent shockwaves straight through Willow’s bundle of nerves and she gripped the sheets tightly.


Tara let her girlfriend’s legs fall back onto the bed. Willow instinctively let them fall open, offering all of herself to the blonde.


The taller girl brought her thumb to her girl’s clit and circled it gently, lifting her head to look at the redhead.


“How many?”


Willow looked down at Tara, saw her own juices running down her girlfriend’s chin and felt her need for the blonde to be inside of her intensify. She bit her lip.


“Four.”


Tara’s eyes widened slightly. The furthest she’d ever gone was three and she remembered Willow being deliciously tight at that. Then again, the girl was incredibly wet. Even so, she needed to be sure.


“Are, are you sure?”


Willow nodded and kept her eyes transfixed on Tara’s. The blonde didn’t look away as her mouth reclaimed Willow’s clit, sucking softly.


She brought her hand to the redhead’s opening and felt again just how wet she was. Without waiting, she plunged 4 fingers inside and felt Willow’s hips instantly come up to meet them.


“Hard, Tara. Really hard,” Willow rasped out, her eye-lock with Tara broken as her head rolled back and her back arched.


Tara started a hard and fast rhythm; Willow meeting her stroke for stroke, never stopping her oral assault on the jumping bundle of nerves in her mouth.


The redhead had her eyes closed and could feel nothing but the white-hot pleasure radiating from her centre. She could feel the pressure building as her hips continued to gyrate in time with Tara’s thrusts. She tried frantically to keep her grip on the sheets as the sweat dripping from everywhere on her body threatened to loosen her hold.


“So close…so, so close.”


She was amazed that her body was holding on this long, that she hadn’t already exploded from the intense bliss that was being given to her. She could feel the muscles in her stomach jumping and the knot of tension growing even tighter.


She was sure with every thrust that it would be the one that she would break through to utter completion.


Tara could feel Willow becoming frantic in her efforts, could see the muscles through her entire body growing taut. She moved faster, giving as much pressure and friction as she could to try and bring her girlfriend the release she needed.


Willow gradually became aware of what her body needed and tried to moisten her mouth to articulate her need.


“Tar,” she panted out quietly, “Tara.”


Tara lifted her head, but didn’t stop her thrusts.


“I need…”


“Anything, honey. Anything.”


“All…of you.”


Tara gulped and nodded, trusting her girl to know her own body. She went to lower her head again but Willow stopped her.


“Stay there. Please? Look at me?”


She took a deep breath as she tried to get the words out, the tension still growing as Tara continued to thrust.


“Even if I have…if my eyes close. I want you to see me.”


Tara’s eyes filled with tears and her heart swelled with love.


“You ready?” she asked gently.


“Always for you,” Willow responded quickly, repeating Tara’s words from the first time they’d made love.


Tara tucked her thumb into her fist and pushed upwards slowly. She was watching Willow’s face intently for any sign of pain. When she saw nothing but a look of love shot back at her, she pushed all the way in.


Willow gasped suddenly, but the split second of pain was instantly replaced by the most intense pleasure she’d ever experienced. Her eyes shut tight.


“Fuck! Oh my god, oh my god!”


Tara was worried she’d hurt her girl when she heard the gasp but saw her features quickly change to rapture and relaxed. She immediately became aware of her own hand again and the hot and tight cocoon it was now nestled in.


She looked down and saw her hand going in and out of her girlfriend’s body, with little to no effort on her own part, and was entranced.


“You are so beautiful.”


“Oh Tara! I feel so…”


“What? Tell me, Willow. What do you feel?”


“You’re so deep in me,” Willow started, forcing her eyes open to meet Tara’s and letting a few stray tears out, “I feel like you’re touching my soul.”


“Ohh…oh my god…Willow!” the taller girl gasped.


The blonde’s orgasm shocked them both, Tara more so as she felt it rise and break within her simply from the redhead’s heartfelt admission.


Watching her girl come made the knot stretch tighter inside Willow. Tara, still shuddering and still in shock, felt the redhead’s walls begin to clench and saw a deep flush race across her chest


“Tara, I’m gonna come.”


Tara felt the walls tighten even more and knew Willow was on the brink.


“Come for me, sweetie.”


This was all Willow needed to finally crash over the abyss and her whole body began convulsing.


“FUCK! TAAARRRAAA!”


Willow kept screaming Tara’s name over and over again as the taller girl felt the redhead’s juices running down her wrist and licked her lips in anticipation of tasting them, as the walls kept clenching around her fist.


Willow ran out of breath to scream after a few long moments and Tara felt the intense spasms quiet down a couple of minutes later.


“Stay in me. Just for a minute. Please?” Willow said, her chest still heaving and her eyes still tightly shut.


Tara said nothing and stayed still inside her girlfriend.


A moment later, Willow opened her eyes.


“You can pull out now,” she said softly.


“I’ll go slowly.”


Willow just nodded.


Slowly, Tara extracted her hand from inside the still-quivering girl, until she was fully out. She stared at her hand for a second, before meeting the smaller girl’s eye and sucking each finger into her mouth individually.


Willow looked on, spellbound, until Tara lay down beside her.


The redhead pulled her girl in for a deep kiss, enjoying the taste of herself on Tara’s plump lips. She pulled back after a minute.


“Thank you,” Tara said, suddenly.


“Thank me? ‘Cause baby, the phrase ‘the pleasure was all mine’ has never been more true.”


Tara grinned.


“I meant for trusting me so much. I’ve never experienced anything like that, Will. And, uh, I came too,” she said, bashful at the end, despite her usual ability to be outspoken during their lovemaking.


“I noticed. Were you, um, touching… I didn’t see… And you still have your pants on…”


“No. You, missy, got me there with those words of yours. And speaking of my pants, I think it’s time they came off,” Tara said, standing up and slipping off her pants and panties.


“Oh. Yea. No, totally, baby. Just give me a minute and I’ll…”


“Not for that, silly. But we have a tradition of afterglow naked snuggles and I don’t like to break tradition.”


She lay back down beside her lover.


“That’s probably good. Not that I’m not super eager to reacquaint myself with one of my favourite parts of you, but I don’t think I can move yet. I can’t believe how incredible that was. I kind of feel bad, though. That I can’t return the favour.”


“Our lovemaking shouldn’t be about gratitude. And it doesn’t always have to be about release. The intimacy, the connectedness…”


Willow nodded.


“You’re right. As ever, Ms. Maclay. But um, you always…I mean, you’ve never…faked it, have you?”


Tara giggled, but stopped when she saw the slightly worried face on the other girl.


“No, beautiful. You are the most amazing, fantastic lover. You’re generous and loving and you know every inch of my body and where I need to be touched. Usually without me even saying. Although,” she said smirking and leaning in close, “You make me say it anyway. And when you’re inside me, I feel like we’re the only two people in the world. Even that time you took me in the bathroom at the Bronze and there was a whole queue of people just outside the door. We could have been in the middle of the dance floor, but it still would have only been you and me. ‘Cause that’s what you do me, Willow. You make me…complete. So, no, love, I have never, ever had to fake it. And I know I never will.”


“G-good,” Willow replied, her voice shaking with emotion, “Me too. To, um, everything.”


Tara snuggled closer and absently stroked Willow’s hair.


“So what’s your favourite?” she asked, confusing the redhead.


“Uh…”


“Part of me. You said my, um,” she coughed slightly, blushing, “Was one of your favourites. So what’s your favourite part?”


“Oh that’s easy,” Willow said, bringing a hand up to Tara’s chest.


Tara, smirked, knowing she had an out and proud breast gal in her midst. She was therefore taken aback and moved to tears for a second time that evening when she heard her girlfriend’s answer.


“Your heart.”

[Star Catcher]

that has to be one of your most emotional updates ever. i loved it! i mean, the beginning sure had me speechless, but as it went on, i started to actually get connected to them and the intamacy. you can not only feel the moment, but the emotion. i love how they surprise even themselves with the depth of their love. and, i have to say, the last paragraph had me running for my money (not literally). that was a very nice update and i expect to see more tomorrow. ^^ thanks!

[Taralover]

That is both sweet and really sexy. Those two lovers are perfect for each other.

[Nue]

wow... this was so beautiful... I mean, nice smut and all... but it was so emotional and soul-touching... really beautiful...

thanks ^^ now I can go to work smiling ^^

[GirlOnDeathRow]

Really liked this chapter...looking forward to reading more. Thanks for all the updates!

[arsyadriani]

Tara, smirked, knowing she had an out and proud breast gal in her midst. She was therefore taken aback and moved to tears for a second time that evening when she heard her girlfriend’s answer.


“Your heart.”

aaww...that was sweet

and what would the reward be for the great answer?
more please
RC

[Laragh]

******


TITLE: Frothy Goodness

AUTHOR: Laragh

CHAPTER RATING: PG-13

DISCLAIMER: I don’t own any of the characters, Joss does. I may totally disagree with what he did with them, but alas, he still owns them.

SUMMARY: They meet. They fall in love...I’m really bad at summaries. Happy, light reading.

SPOILERS: None. No demons, no hellmouth.

FEEDBACK: Go for it.

Part 28


******


“Willow, honey, wake up,” Tara said, gently shaking the smaller girl’s shoulders.


“Not the frogs! Save Princess Tara,” the redhead mumbled in response, pulling the blanket tighter around her body.


Tara’s heart swelled and she lay back down on the bed, stroking Willow’s cheek.


“Princess Tara is safe. She needs a kiss from her knight in shining armour though.”


Willow seemed to almost contemplate this while still sleeping until her eyes fluttered open.


“My Princess,” she said sleepily.


“My hero.”


Tara leaned in and kissed her gently.


“What time is it?” Willow asked when they broke the kiss.


“Early, sweetie.”


“Oh. Oh! Merry Christmas!”


“Merry Christmas, my love. We don’t have to leave for another hour, but I made coffee and pancakes. Can’t have my girl’s tummy rumbling.”


“Pancakes? Funny-shaped or rounds?”


“Funny shaped of course. I even managed a Santa. Well, if you squint it’s a Santa.”


“I’ll get changed and meet you downstairs,” Willow said, getting up and stretching.


Tara sat up too but made no efforts to get off the bed.


The redhead went over to the dresser, pulling out clothes and underwear and started unbuttoning her pyjama top. She glanced back around and saw Tara staring at her intently.


“Um, baby? You okay there?”


Tara smiled a half-smile.


“You really think I’m gonna leave the room when my hot and sexy girlfriend is stripping?”


Willow blushed and turned towards her.


“We went three times last night, without sleep in between, then again when we went downstairs to get water so we didn’t die of dehydration. I don’t know what it with you and that kitchen floor… when I woke up in the middle of the night, your hands had somehow managed to end up under my shirt… and you’re still not satisfied?” she said in mock-exasperation


“If we didn’t have a time constraint I’d have your legs in the air, screaming my name.”


Willow bit her lip and held onto the dresser. She took a few deep breaths to calm the stirring in the pit of her stomach and went over to her girlfriend, walking her towards the door.


“You cannot make me all horny today, okay? At least not anymore than you do by just being you. We have important family things and its Christmas and really, I think it says something about our relationship if we can’t go one day without sex.”


“We went three days once,” Tara pointed out.


“That was when that work crisis was happening.”


“Okay, okay,” Tara conceded. She smiled sheepishly, “I will keep my hands and words to myself.”


Willow smiled gratefully, but it quickly turned into a frown.


“Um, only for today and tomorrow right? ‘Cause I’m gonna need your lovin’ after that long. That three-day thing almost killed me.”


Tara narrowed her eyes at her.


“Okay, fine, my name is Willow Rosenberg and I’m a Horndog. But you bring it out in me.”


“C’mere for a sec.”


Willow complied and stood in front of the taller girl who swooped down and kissed her passionately, exploring her mouth thoroughly.


She pulled away and rested her forehead against Willow's.


“If we only did that for the rest of our lives, I would be satisfied. Everything else is a bonus.”


Willow was still breathing hard from the kiss and smiled.


“I love you.”


“I know. I love you too. Now get changed. Pancakes are getting cold.”


Tara turned to leave the room, giving Willow a playful swat on the behind before she left and went downstairs.


Willow finished getting dressed and arrived in the kitchen with a goofy smile on her face and one arm behind her back.


She sat on a stool at the island and Tara put a plate of pancakes in front of her and a mug of coffee.


“Hey, you’re right! It does look like Santa!”


Tara smiled and sat across from her with her own pancakes and coffee.


She reached behind a plant that sat at on the island and pulled out a small wrapped box.


“Um, Merry Christmas honey,” she said quietly, pushing it towards the redhead, who was shovelling pancakes in her mouth.


Willow looked up and swallowed her food. She saw the present and her face lit up.


She took Tara’s hand and squeezed it.


“Presents! I love presents!”


She ripped at the paper and opened the velvety box to reveal two shinning earrings with a deep green emerald stone gleaming in them.


“Oh Tara…” she said as she touched them lightly.


“I-if you don’t li-”


Willow silenced her with a finger on her lips leaned across to kiss her.


“I love them.”


“Our, um, first date, you wore-”


“My emerald necklace.”


“Yea. And I saw them and realised they matched.”


“Tara, this is the nicest present anyone has ever given me. Well, the second nicest.”


“The car,” Tara said, nodding in agreement.


“No, doofus,” Willow replied, cupping Tara’s cheek and looking in her eyes, “Your love.”


Tara sniffed.


“You’re gonna make me ruin my make-up, Will.”


“You’ll still be gorgeous.”


Tara turned her head and kissed the palm that was cupping her cheek.


“I got us something for the house too.”


“I knew I kept you around for a reason,” Willow quipped, “What is it?”


Tara took Willow’s mug, which hadn’t been touched, and brought it to her girlfriend’s lips.


Willow looked confused but took a sip of her coffee and her eyes lit up.


“That’s…Tara, you better not be toying with my emotions!”


Tara gestured over her shoulder with a half-smile to where a brand new coffee machine was sitting beside the toaster.


“It does everything. Mocha’s whenever you want.”


“You are absolutely amazing. Hey! This means we’ve got an extra 15 minutes in bed in the morning if we don’t have to stop by Emma’s…I wonder what I could do with you in that time…” Willow smirked and took another sip of her coffee.


“I have a few ideas.”


“Your present!” the redhead blurted suddenly.


“Uh…”


Willow grabbed the shiny-wrapped present on the stool beside her and thrust it into Tara’s hands.


“Merry Christmas, honeybun!”


“Will, you didn’t have to…”


“Tara, I’m just sorry I can’t give you the world. It’s what you deserve.”


Tara ducked her head and started unwrapping the gift. She pulled out a polished wooden box with celtic designs embossing it, standing on four legs.


“Willow, it’s beautiful,” she said sincerely.


“Um, Tara? That's not...I mean...You might wanna open it…”

"Oh."

Tara smiled sheepishly and opened the lid, pulling out the contents.


“Will…this is…”


“I had the inside done too.”


Tara looked inside the box and saw a plaque on the felt lining that had an engraving on it.

Willow + Tara
Forever

She picked up the first item, a photo she’d taken of the two of them at what they had christened ‘their place’, the area of the park where Willow had asked her to be her girlfriend. Willow was looking at the camera with a goofy smile and Tara was kissing her cheek. It had been cut out into the shape of a heart.


“I, I remember this. We had a picnic, even though it was freezing out. I made you a daisy chain…” she looked at the pile and picked up something else, "This daisy chain. You kept it?”


“Of course.”


She put them both back in the box and picked up the next item, a ticket stub.


“Our first movie date. Love Story. You cried.”


“Hey, keep that quiet. Can’t have my good reputation ruined,” Willow said in mock-seriousness.


Tara put it back and continued, picking up a flattened forget-me-not. She twirled it in her fingers and a single tear ran down her cheek. She laughed at the memory that was running through her mind.


“Late night grocery shopping,” she said, and met Willow’s eye, “The car park was deserted. I was loading the shopping into the trunk and you put on the radio.”


Willow giggled and Tara joined in.


“I was yelling at you to quit messing around and help me. Then you grabbed my hand and we danced around the parking lot. You picked this flower and put in my hair.”


“Remember what I said?”


Tara choked up.


“That the flower was perfect because you could never forget how beautiful I looked in the moonlight.”


Willow took her hand and kissed each knuckle.


“And I never will.”


Tara put it down gently in the box and picked up a carefully peeled off bubble bath label.


“Our first bubble bath?”


Willow nodded.


“But certainly not our last,” she said, giggling again, enjoying the reminiscing with Tara even more than when she was compiling the materials herself, “I was so nervous.”


“So was I. I knew you’d seen me naked and everything, but it was different.”


“And it was such a weekend of firsts. First major holiday together, first time you met my parents, first time we made love, first time I got to play with – uh, never mind.”


“Did you just turn a romantic memory into a fantasy about my breasts?”


“But then once we got in the tub, all my nervousness melted away,” Willow said, purposely ignoring Tara’s earlier statement.


“Mine too,” Tara replied, happy to let the redhead’s verbal slip slide, “And I washed your hair. I remember thinking you looking so radiant. Just lying in my arms, letting me take care of you.”


“So that’s why you moved your hand lower a few minutes later?”


“I had to make sure all of your hair was washed,” Tara smirked.


“I’m pretty sure you caressed every inch of me. I thought that if I died right there, I’d die happy.”


“Well I for one want a long life of caressing.”


“Count me in. There’s just one thing left.”


Tara put the label in the box and picked up the last thing – a smoothed shell.


“Only you would want to go to the beach in the middle of December.”


“It was sunny. And we had coffee. And…we had the place all to ourselves.”


“And you tripped over a rock. That makes two dates you cried on.”


“Tara, I did not cry over a cut knee. The sea air made my tear ducts all flow-y, is all.”


“Honey, you blubbered until I kissed it better.”


“That part was nice. And if I didn’t fall I wouldn’t have found that shell.”


“In the shape of a heart.”


“You put it against your own heart and mimicked it beating to cheer me up.”


“Willow, this is the most special thing anyone has ever done. I can’t believe you kept all of this.”


“I was kind of worried, to be honest. I didn’t want you to think I was a baby or something.”


“I don’t even know what to say. I love you seems redundant.”


“It could never be redundant when you’re the one saying it.”


“Well then I love you.”


Willow leaned forward and nuzzled her nose against Tara’s.


“We have to leave in five,” Tara said softly.


“I’ll get our bags.”


“Already in the car.”


“I always thought that when I’d get into a relationship that I’d be the organised one.”


“You are the organised one. I know, for one, it’s much easier to find the right mug ever since I moved in.”


“A simple colour/height structure inside the cupboards is all it takes.”


“I was just up earlier this morning. Had to make sure everything was okay for my Sleeping Beauty. Speaking of, there’s a pillow and blanket on the passenger seat for you.”


“You sure you don’t mind driving?” Willow asked, standing up. Tara followed her lead, and they headed to get their jackets and handbags.


“I’m under strict instructions from Buffy to not let you arrive grouchy. She told me to use whatever means necessary to do so. She even suggested we have a quickie in the car before we go in to ensure happiness,” Tara said, then frowned, “I’m regretting introducing her to Anya.”


“She-she said that?” Willow asked, shocked.


“I can show you the text message…” Tara responded, taking Willow’s woolly blue hat and putting over the other girl’s head.


Willow looked thoughtful for a moment before shaking her head.


“If I see it, I’ll have to confront her and there’ll be a whole thing. You know, a quickie would guarantee my happiness…”


Tara opened the front door and ushered Willow outside. She put the key in the door and locked it. She fixed her girlfriend with a steady gaze.


“If there’s no traffic and we make good time, you can get to second.”


Willow grabbed Tara’s hand and led them towards the car, grinning from ear to ear.


“Put the pedal to the metal then, baby. We've got traffic to beat.”

[Zampsa1975]

Yay for great update-y goodness...

[WillowRulez]

Hihi, those two are sexmachines. Awww... I love thoughtful gifts.

“A simple colour/height structure inside the cupboards is all it takes.”

Thats a bit too crazy even for my tastes! I like to rotate my mugs.
Lol... Buffy suggesting the quckie is priceless!

[Taralover]

Merry Christmas, Willow and Tara.

[Laragh]

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TITLE: Frothy Goodness

AUTHOR: Laragh

CHAPTER RATING: PG-13

DISCLAIMER: I don’t own any of the characters, Joss does. I may totally disagree with what he did with them, but alas, he still owns them.

SUMMARY: They meet. They fall in love...I’m really bad at summaries. Happy, light reading.

SPOILERS: None. No demons, no hellmouth.

FEEDBACK: Go for it.

Part 29


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Tara squealed when she felt Willow’s hands firmly squeezing her breasts and pinching her nipples. She pulled back from the steamy lip-lock her and Willow were currently engaging in, in the backseat of the car.


“Willow! Hands!”


“Baby, we have fifteen minutes!” Willow complained, keeping her grip on the firm flesh.


“How did you even get under both my shirt and bra without me noticing?”


“Practice. Now, you said if we made good time…”


Tara looked pensive for a moment then sighed dramatically, unbuttoning her shirt and undoing the front clasp of her bra, revealing her hand-covered breasts. She pulled Willow in for a kiss then pushed the back of her head into her chest.


“You’re just lucky you have tinted windows.”


“Thank you, baby!” Willow said excitedly before latching her mouth onto a nipple.


Just under fifteen minutes later, Tara had a tight grip on Willow’s hair as the redhead paid generous attention to her two favourite playthings. She continued on, oblivious, as her cell phone began beeping, indicating their time was up.


Mmmmmhhhh… Tara-breasts. Heaven. Beeping…? Don’t care. Tara-breasts.


She has the most amazing mouth. So warm and inviting. Oh, god. I love it when she uses her teeth. What’s that sound? Beeping…? Oh crap.


“Will,” she squeaked out, her head knowing they had to straighten themselves out and head into Buffy’s, but her body refusing to co-operate.


Willow mistook the strangled plea-like tone in Tara’s voice and bit down on the nipple she was sucking on.


Tara groaned and closed her eyes to try and focus her mind.


“Will!” she said in a more commanding tone, opening her eyes and looking down at her girlfriend.


Willow looked up from where her mouth was currently engulfing Tara’s entire right breast, but didn’t release it.


“Time’s up. We have to go in,” Tara said sorrowfully.


Willow had her resolve face on, though Tara only knew by the look in her eyes as the redhead's features were hidden by the hold she refused to give up on the flesh in her mouth.


Tara cupped Willow’s cheeks and slowly pulled her upwards until her breast was completely free.


Willow looked her in the eye, somewhat sheepish.


“Why do you have to be so jiggly and delicious?”


“I do not jiggle,” Tara said, indignant.


“Oh baby,” Willow said forlornly, dropping her head to rest on one breast while her hand came up to cup the other, “You do. And it’s spellbinding. You witch, you.”


“I’m the one who’s under a spell. I don’t just take my top off in the back seat of a car for any girl.”


Willow snorted.


“I should certainly hope not. Then we’d have issues. Tara-boobs are all mine.”


“We’re really not doing well with the whole ‘not teasing’ thing.”


Willow extended her tongue and licked the swell of Tara’s breast before sitting up and covering her eyes with her hands.


“If you sit up and I see them bounce, we’ll be lucky to even make dinner, never mind breakfast. So let me know when it’s safe.”


Tara chuckled and sat up, re-clasping her bra and buttoning her shirt.


“You can look.”


Willow pulled her hand away and smiled at Tara. She leaned in for kiss, content with just their moving lips, neither girl needing to deepen it. Tara felt a movement off to the side and brought her own hand up, grabbing Willow’s arm.


They pulled apart and opened their eyes, looking at where Tara had a firm grip on the redhead's hand, which was just centimetres away from reclaiming her hold on the blonde’s chest.


“Don’t even think about it,” Tara warned.


“I just wanted to say goodbye,” Willow whined.


“They’ll miss you too, I promise. But we’re already ten minutes late.”


“Don’t worry, that’s still early to Buffy.” She saw Tara’s look and relented. “But we should be going in. For yummy Christmas breakfast.”


“Good.”


“Had all the yumminess I needed in my mouth a minute ago,” Willow mumbled as she opened the car door.


“What was that?” Tara asked, stepping out of the car and popping the trunk.


“Nothing, honey.”


Tara grabbed the bag that had Christmas presents in it and closed the trunk.


Willow took her hand and opened the gate that housed Buffy’s front garden of her small townhouse. They arrived at the front porch and Willow rang the doorbell.


“Sweetie, remember, you have to be perky.”


Willow turned to her girlfriend.


“Tara! You can’t remind me of perky things!”


“Okay, here,” Tara said, rolling her eyes and grabbing Willow’s hands and putting them over her breasts, “Take a last squeeze.”


Just then the door swung open to reveal a snickering Buffy.


“Okay guys, tell the truth. You’re extermanists aren’t you?”


“Exhibitionists, Buffy. Extermanists isn’t even a word. And no, we’re not,” Willow said, pulling her hands back and blushing.


“Good job, Tara. I knew you’d have a way to make her Cheery Willow when she had to get up early.”


“I, um-”


“Merry Christmas, Buffster!” Willow interjected, “I come bearing gifts.”


“Well then you better come in. Mom’s waiting in the living room. I’ll bring you guys in egg-nog.”


“Cool. Oh and Buff?”


“I know, no alcohol.”


Willow led Tara into the living room while Buffy went into the kitchen.


“Hi, Mrs. Summers,” Willow greeted as they walked in.


“Willow…”


“I’m sorry. Joyce. Merry Christmas.”


“And to you, Willow,” Joyce said, hugging the girl.


“Oh! Joyce!” Willow said, pulling back, “This is Tara, my girlfriend.”


Tara extended her hand and shook Joyce’s firmly.


“It’s nice to meet you, Mrs. Summers.”


“You too, dear, I’ve heard a lot about you. It’s nice to finally put a face to the name. Buffy seems to really like you.”


“She better not like her too much, or we’ll have to have words,” Willow quipped and they all laughed.


Buffy walked in then, carrying a tray with four cups of eggnog.


“Share the joke.”


“We were just discussing you trying to steal my girlfriend.”


Buffy looked Tara up and down and handed her a cup with a coy smile. She winked at her.


“Well you are very pretty, Tara.”


Willow watched the exchange and got a sudden wave of protectiveness. She rushed over and wrapped her arm around Tara’s waist. Tara looked at her face, which was turning slightly red and looked back at Buffy. They both burst out laughing and Joyce tittered at the interaction.


“God, Will, your face…” Buffy said, still laughing.


“Wha…? You…Guys, you can’t gang up on me!”


“But it’s so much fun,” Buffy reasoned, straight-faced.


She put the tray down and offered a cup to everyone.


“Merry Christmas!” Joyce said, raising her cup.


There was a chorus of answering ‘Merry Christmases’ and everyone sat down.


“Where’s Angel?” Willow questioned.


“Liam was called to the hotel,” Joyce answered, and Willow smiled at the woman still calling her future son-in-law by his real name, despite numerous protests from Buffy.


“He should be back any minute,” Buffy said, “Then we can do presents!”


Ten minutes later, Angel walked through the door as Buffy was admiring Willow’s new earrings.


“They look incredible. They really bring out your – honey!”


“They bring out my…Oh! Hi, Angel! Merry Christmas!”


“Merry Christmas, Willow. Tara.”


“Merry Christmas, Angel,” Tara replied.


“Okay, tiny Jewish Santa. You’re up,” Buffy said pulling the bag of gifts towards her.


“Buffy!” Joyce chastised.


“Mom, they wouldn’t have brought presents if they didn’t want to give them to us!”


Willow grinned, pulled out the first gift and handed it to Buffy.


“I don’t know whether you deserve this after you tried to seduce my girlfriend.”


“Uh, what was that?” Angel asked.


“Hey guys, you’ll never guess what I saw when I opened up the door this morning…” Buffy said, eyeing the couple.


“Look, Buff, shiny wrapping paper!” Willow said quickly, both her and Tara turning a matching shade of red, “Rip it open!”


Buffy tore at the paper and pulled out a blue peasant top.


“Ladies…” Buffy said in approval as she turned and inspected the garment fully, “This is gorgeous. I’m surprised you didn’t keep it for yourself, Will.”


“Oh I wanted to,” Willow admitted, “Tara had to hide it and wrap it.”


“Well then thank you, Tara,” Buffy said, getting up and giving Tara a hug, then embracing Willow, “And you too my little redheaded friend.”


Willow pulled the next present out and handed it to Joyce.


“Willow, you shouldn’t have.”


Joyce unwrapped the present and uncovered a book. She turned it over and smiled broadly.


“Girls, this is wonderful. I’ve been meaning to get a copy. It really is fantastic,” she said sincerely.


“What ya get, mom?” Buffy asked, trying to make out the title.


Joyce held it up for her to see.


“Theories of Modern Art: A Source Book by Artists and Critics,” Buffy read aloud, “That really is your cup of tea. Willow, you’re a lot better at present buying this year.”


“It’s easier when you have help,” Willow responded, clutching Tara’s hand, “And finally, for the man of the house…”


She handed Angel an envelope with a red ribbon tied around it.


“This one really was all Tara.”


“N-no, really, it was a, um, joint effort,” Tara said, surprised at her own shyness.


Willow looked at her curiously and dropped a kiss onto her cheek. Tara blushed and Willow smiled as she realised what was happening.


She’s shy…She can be all confident and have me in the palm of her hand one minute, then she gets all shy. God, I love this woman.


She rubbed her thumb over the other girl’s knuckles in comfort.


“You can brood over the pretty ribbon later, Angel! Open the damn gift, I wanna see!”


Everyone looked at Buffy strangely.


“Present-giving makes me jumpy,” she explained sheepishly.


Angel carefully took the ribbon off the envelope and opened it, pulling out the contents. He stared at it and his eyes widened.


“This is…how did you…?”


“Are you actually showing excitement?" Buffy asked, "What did you guys give him, a voucher to watch you two go at it?”


“Buffy!” Joyce said in horror.


“No!” Willow said at the same time in equal horror, “Definitely regretting introducing you to Anya.”


Tara stayed quiet and turned the colour of Willow’s hair.


“It’s a corporate box for any Kings game I want this season,” Angel explained, “How did you get this? These are impossible to find.”


“Not when the love of your life is a super-important Department Head,” Willow boasted proudly.


“Thank you both, very much. These seats are so good I’ll practically be able to taste the blood.”


“Ice hockey,” Joyce said, shaking her head, “Such a violent sport.”


“Now it’s my turn to be tiny Jewish Santa!” Buffy said excitedly, before frowning, “Except not Jewish. This is from all of us, Anya too. She said something about expanding her gift choices for you Tara?”


Tara looked like a deer caught in the headlights and she felt Willow’s grip on her hand tighten. The girl’s uneasy nature was lost on Buffy.


“Anyway, Merry Christmas from all of us,” she continued, handing Willow a plain blue presentation folder.


Willow opened it and looked at the various papers inside. Tara peered over her shoulder.


“Guys…this is too much,” the redhead said in awe as she looked through the documents, outlining an expenses-paid three-day spa break.


“We got a really good deal ‘cause we recommended them to some of our clients. And it’s only twenty minutes outside Sunnydale, so you can go whenever you want. It’s valid for a year,” Buffy explained.


“Thank you,” Tara said, rubbing the small of Willow’s back.


“Yea. Thank you, all of you, this is amazing,” Willow agreed, turning to Tara, “We can call Anya on our way across town.”


Tara nodded and gave her a warm smile.


Joyce stood up.


“Now, who’s ready for breakfast?”

[Zampsa1975]

Yay for great update-y goodness... Buffy really can get "little bit" excited when there are presents... Good that Tara didn't get her usual gift from Anya this year...