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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: You guys thought I forgot about the little thing that reappears in this chapter, didn't you?
AUTHOR'S NOTE 2: Okay, I don't speak yiddish and I don't know anyone who does, so I had to rely on the wonders of the internet for some of the terms here...so if they're completely inaccuarate, let me know and I'll fix them.
Part 42 ******
Buffy stood up and hit her spoon against her champagne glass, shocking the room into silence, which was filled with considerably more people than the ceremony, as basically every family member of the Rosenberg’s had arrived, as well as some work acquaintances of both girls, when the glass shattered, leaving the petite blonde holding just the handle.
“Um, sorry. I should probably lay off the weights… So, I’m Buffy, some of you Rosenbergs might know me as ‘Bunny’, and I’m Willow’s best friend. I’ve met her our first day of high school, she was sitting beside me in homeroom and I nudged her to ask for a pen. Of course, I got offered a whole range of pens, varying in colour and size and what I think she called ‘ink intensity’.”
This elicited a chuckle from the room and the start of a blush crept onto Willow’s face.
“And from then on, she was always there for me. There wasn’t one moment when I didn’t know I had a best friend, and that was a first for me.”
She turned to Willow, who nodded in understanding.
“When she met Tara, I saw this whole new bright and happy Willow come out – uh, come out again, ‘cause I knew she liked girls already, but anyway, um…right! Happy. Willow was grinning all the time and then I met Tara, and I totally got why. I made a whole new friend when she came on the scene, and then I met Anya…”
She nodded towards the other bridesmaid, who smiled back.
“And Nikki…and we all became like one huge, girl-power family. My fiancé, Angel being one of the honorary girls, of course.”
Angel downed his beer at this and smiled weakly from his table near the front, where he was sitting beside Steve, who was looking slightly uncomfortable in his full tux, but extremely happy nonetheless as he held his wife’s hand firmly.
“And I know this is an extra special day…so Happy Birthday, Mrs. Tara’s Mom. Um, now I’m gonna pass you over to Anya to finish up, so…Anya.”
Buffy sat down and Anya stood up, holding her glass. She noticed the nervous looks she was getting from the couple beside her and cleared her throat.
“I know a lot of you don’t know me. I’m Anya, and I’m Tara’s best friend. When we met, she was like my opposite, she didn’t worry about making money and or having great orgasms, but she understood me, and like Buffy said, I knew I had a friend. And then she introduced me to Willow, and I was just happy that it seemed like she was finally gonna get laid…”
Willow groaned and Tara dropped her head into her hands.
“But it was so much more than that. I knew good things could happen in life, ‘cause they had it. I mean, don’t get me wrong, I plan on enjoying as many studs as I can from this reception alone…but if I found what they have…well then, I know I can be just as happy. So, before the groom hits me for breaking my promise to not mention sex and also for calling her ‘the groom’, here’s to the happy couple. To Willow and Tara.”
“Willow and Tara.” “Willow and Tara.” “Willow and Tara.”
Their names reverberated around the room as everyone stood and clapped, sipping on their respective drinks.
Music started playing and Willow took her cue, standing up and extending her hand to Tara, who graciously accepted and they made their way onto the dance floor.
Both girls were wearing light summer dresses, Willow’s a pale blue and Tara’s, yellow. The taller girl wrapped her arms around Willow’s waist, who brought her own arms to her wife’s neck as they began swaying to the beat.
“Even in her own Anya way, that was a really nice speech,” Willow commented, surprising the blonde, “You know, when you were in hospital, she called us ‘her couple’.”
“Really?”
“Yep.”
“Wow.”
Willow rested her head against Tara’s chest, enjoying the steady rise and fall.
Other couples began to fill out the dance floor, but the two girls weren’t even aware, too caught up in their own love and happiness. They stayed like that, moving with each, neither speaking, neither needing to, until two slightly tipsy parents interrupted them.
“Willow, dear, we just wanted to say, we’re leaving. I have a lecture in the morning. But…I truly am happy for you…and I’m sorry if I ever made you feel like I didn’t want anything for you but to be happy.”
“Wow, mom…that’s…thank you.”
Willow embraced her mother for a moment. Despite the sentimental exchange they’d just had, prolonged hugging was still awkward.
“I was honoured to be here today,” Ira began, the alcohol loosening up both him and his wife, he knew, “I know you’ll make a great schnur, Tara. Even if you are a shikseh.”
He winked at the blonde, who smiled back in gratitude. She was pleasantly surprised when the man dragged both her and her wife into a hug, even if it was brief.
The older couple turned then and left the room, which, Willow was amazed, had a significantly smaller portion of people than the last time she’d looked around. A quick glance at the clock determined why.
“Whoa. We’ve been dancing for hours!”
Tara looked at the clock and smiled slightly, realising just how absorbed they’d been in each other.
“This has been the most amazing day.”
“Wanna make it an amazing night?” Willow asked, raising an eyebrow.
Tara nodded demurely; suddenly shy, for reasons completely unknown to her. She could tell the redhead exactly what she wanted to be done to her in the middle of making love, in very explicit detail sometimes and could use spicy talk to get the girl in a completely aroused and totally flustered state, but right now, she felt coy, almost nervous about their first night as a married couple.
Deciding to avoid the tears that would probably come if they said goodbye to Nikki and the inappropriate comment would inevitably come out of Anya’s mouth, the couple slipped out of the banquet room quietly and went up to their suite.
Tara gasped when she walked in, a trail of rose petals leading to the bed, where they made the shape of a heart on the sheet.
“I, um, got the concierge to do a few things…”
“Willow, it’s beautiful.”
“There’s…I thought we could have a bath first?” the redhead said, nodding towards the bathroom where Tara saw there was a bath already drawn, surrounded by candles with and with a few stray rose petals soaking in the bubbles.
Tara led her in to the bathroom silently. She moved to take off her dress but was stopped.
“Let me…please.”
Willow dropped to her knees and gently took Tara’s shoes off, caressing her ankle with feather-light touches. When they were both off, she bent her head and kissed the newly-revealed feet, caressing each toe individually with her lips, as her fingertips moved upwards, continuing their light touches on the back of the blonde’s calves. Her mouth followed the direction her fingers were going, ascending up her lover’s legs, determined that her lips would touch every piece of flesh available.
When she got to the knees, and the hem of the dress Tara was wearing, she slowly began rolling the fabric up, rubbing her cheek against the soft skin of her wife’s inner thigh, darting her tongue out to taste. When the material was bunched up around the blonde’s hips, Willow brought Tara’s own hand to it, encouraging her to take it off.
The other girl complied, pulling it off slowly, as Willow sat back on her ankles, watching in awe as Tara revealed herself. The redhead brought her hands up and rubbed them up and down the taller girl’s sides, her mouth kissing the flat stomach, feeling the muscles there jump at the simple touch.
Tara desperately wanted to feel those plump lips moving against her own, that tongue caressing hers, but she couldn’t bring herself to stop the attention her mid-section was currently getting, her legs still tingling from the loving touches she’d gotten.
Willow started to stand as she continued her ministrations, now kissing between the valley of Tara’s breasts, resisting the urge to pull at the fabric of her bra and taking a nipple, which she could see was already hard, in her mouth. No, they would get to that later. They had all the time in the world. They had the rest of their lives.
Moving up her collarbone and over her neck, the redhead, now standing up straight, sucked an earlobe into her mouth and nibbled on it. Tara moaned softly and used one hand to stroke the back of her lover’s neck, needing to feel some skin herself.
Willow released the ear and placed butterfly kisses on the other girl’s eyelids and nose, locking eyes with taller girl for a moment before finally tasting the lips she had been working towards.
Tara pushed her tongue forwards and pulled at the back of the redhead’s neck, deepening the kiss.
The smaller girl again brought Tara’s hand to some fabric, this time to Willow’s own dress. The blonde made no effort to slowly divest her wife of the material, instead choosing to quickly whip it over her head, their lips breaking for less than a second in the process.
As their kiss got more and more heated, Willow became aware that the water was getting more and more cold.
“Honey,” she started, then went back for another kiss, far too reluctant to have let go in the first place, “Bath. Brrr.”
Tara understood and lowered Willow’s underwear, only now realising she had neglected to wear a bra when they’d gotten changed out of their wedding clothes.
She licked her lips subconsciously when the red curls came into view. So engrossed at looking at her naked wife, she didn’t even notice her own underwear being lowered or her bra being taken off until she felt a chill go through her.
Willow noticed the accompanying shiver and ushered them into the bath, the water still surprisingly warm. They sat facing each other, smiling shyly, sneaking quick glances, almost as if they’d never been intimate.
“Can I wash you?” the redhead asked quietly after a few minutes.
Tara nodded and handed her wife a washcloth from the side of the large tub. Willow gathered some soap on the cloth and dampened it, before running it all over the blonde’s body, mimicking the slow, sensual trail her lips and fingers had done earlier. She briefly moved over her lover’s centre, eliciting a quiet gasp and a soft ‘Willow’.
When she was done she shyly handed the cloth back to the taller girl, wordlessly requesting the same treatment, a treatment the other girl was more than happy to give. By the time Tara was done, both women were feeling particularly aroused. Willow pulled the plug, letting the now-tepid water flow down the drain and stood up, taking her lover with her.
Their bodies came together like two ends of a magnet, attracting the other with such force that neither would be able to resist. Neither wanted to.
“Bed,” Tara said, they stepped out, walking her lover backwards towards said piece of furniture.
They collapsed onto the sheets in a mass of limbs, both girls’ knees pushing upwards to connect with moist centres, wet with much more than just the water they had bathed in. They groaned into each other’s mouths.
“We’re getting the sheets wet,” Willow said, pulling back and looking into heavy-lidded eyes.
“I think that was inevitable.”
Willow flipped them so she was on top and brought her lips down to wrap around one of Tara’s nipples, pulling it with her teeth. She switched breasts and gave that one similar attention. She started moving downwards and was just inches away from her goal when she felt a tugging on her shoulders. She moved upwards and lowered her body so she was lying fully on top.
“What’s up, love?”
“I, um, brought something,” Tara replied, somewhat timidly.
Willow raised her eyebrow in question.
“Reach down. Front pocket of my bag.”
“Is that some sort of innuendo for-”
“My actual bag, Will.”
“Oh.”
The redhead blushed and reached down, thankful the bag was beside the bed and she didn’t have to give up any of the skin contact she had. She fumbled with the zip for a moment, eventually getting it across and reached in, pulling out the object and holding it in front of them both. Her eyes widened slightly.
“It’s…it’s big.”
“Remember my birthday? It’s for, um, both of us.”
Realisation dawned on the redhead and she grinned from ear to ear.
“So, you’re telling me,” she started, leaning down to lick Tara’s lips sensually before bringing her mouth to the blonde’s ear, “That I get to fuck you by fucking myself?”
Tara could do nothing but nod and groan as Willow sat back between her legs, pushing them open. The redhead put one end in the other girl’s wetness, lubricating it as much as she could. Tara bucked her hips involuntarily as the toy briefly hit against her clit.
Willow brought the tip to the blonde’s entrance and pushed it in, the sounds of Tara’s moaning only heightening her own arousal. She brought herself over the other end of the device, hovering for a moment, savouring the feeling of anticipation.
She lowered herself, bringing their centres together, the added pressure pushing the toy further inside Tara, who cried out in pleasure.
“Ohhh! Oh god!”
Willow started moving her hips, loving the look of rapture on Tara’s face as much as she was loving the delicious friction that the blonde’s answering hip thrusts were causing in her.
“Touch me, baby.”
Tara eagerly complied, bringing her hands up to cup her lover’s small breasts, pinching her nipples between her thumb and forefinger. She felt one of Willow’s fingers draw back the hood of her clit and begin to expertly provide just the right amount of pressure, making one hand fly to the sheet, gripping it tightly.
“Touch yourself,” Tara said, knowing her wife would need the same kind of stimulation to get the point she herself was swiftly moving towards.
Willow’s eyes fluttered opened and she saw the love and adoration reflected back.
“Watch me,” she requested, bringing her hand down to her own clit, “Watch me come for you.”
The blonde brought both her hands around to hold Willow’s hips, watching her intently as bolts of pleasure continued to shoot from her own centre and around her body.
She let her eyes fall shamelessly to her lover’s sex, her pink lips, looking swollen and delicious in Tara’s mind, her wetness spilling out onto both of their thighs and her scent, that wonderful musky scent that she loved so much filled her nostrils. Then there was the little nub that Willow’s fingers were currently rubbing over furiously as both their hips continued to move the toy inside of them. Her gaze was propelled upwards when she heard the hitched breath that signalled the redhead’s impending orgasm.
“I’m…I’m…TARA!”
Tara watched Willow’s back arch, pushing her breasts forward and felt, more than saw her hips begin to jerk almost violently in response to the waves of pleasure she knew would be shooting through the girl.
She wasn’t expecting the redhead’s fingers to begin moving deftly against her own clit again, while still in the throes of her orgasm. A couple of seconds of fast rubbing was all she needed as she joined her wife in the abyss of what seemed like never-ending bliss, her toes curling and nails digging into the flesh of Willow’s hips.
“WILLOW!”
It was a couple of minutes later when she became aware of her surroundings again, a spent redhead lying on top of her.
“You okay, sweetie?”
“Mhhrrph.”
Tara took that as a ‘yes’ and softly stroked her wife’s hair, waiting for her to recover.
Willow took a few deep breaths and lifted her hips slipping the toy from both of them and moved sluggishly from her position on the blonde’s breasts so that they were face-to-face.
"I love you, Mrs. Rosenberg-Maclay."
"Always and forever."
by love_2003 » Sun Aug 09, 2009 6:27 pm 
a lot... I hope that there not too many Anya moments during the actual wedding...
Dia
Kinda reminds me of our wedding brava, brava
