TITLE: Baby Makes Three
AUTHOR: Finey_McFine
RATING: PG13
DISCLAIMER: Willow, Tara and any other BtVS characters, as well as some random dialog, belong to Mutant Enemy. ALL other original characters belong to me! Mention of any ‘real’ people in this fic is brief and pure fantasy.
SUMMARY: Totally AU! Willow Rosenberg is a senior at Sunnydale High. She and her friends are bullied relentlessly until Willow stumbles upon a huge secret and decides to take matters into her own hands. There is no Hellmouth, just lot’s of teen angst, self discovery and of course Willow/Tara goodness...eventually.
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AUTHOR’S NOTE: Hi all…here is your next chapter. No beta, so all mistakes are mine; PM if you catch something. Enjoy!*********************************************************
Chapter 32
Willow stood in front of her full-length mirror in a pair of cute monkey-covered pajamas and turning from side to side. She pushed out her chest and sucked in her stomach several times before giving up and slouching in defeat.
“What does she even see in me?” Willow mumbled out loud, to the reflection in the mirror.
Earlier in the evening, when the girls finally returned from the trip over to Tara’s house, they found Sheila feeding Chelsea some smashed up sweet potatoes and peas. The infant was tired, hungry and had become a bit fussy. Tara apologized profusely, but Sheila merely waved her off; she thoroughly enjoyed caring for a baby again. Deciding to forgo a bath, Tara cleaned up Chelsea with a wet cloth while Willow set up the playpen and prepared the upstairs guest bedroom to accommodate the youngster.
Chelsea nursed for about fifteen minutes before passing out in her mother’s arms. Tara tucked her in and made sure she was sleeping soundly before returning to Willow’s bedroom. As Tara turned to enter Willow’s room, she stopped in the doorway when she saw the redhead posturing in front of the mirror. She laughed inwardly when the girl stuck out her chest and then frowned as she took in Willow’s self-deprecating words. It hurt Tara to know that Willow thought so little of herself.
Doesn’t she see how wonderful she is? Tara knew what she needed to do ans stepped fully inside the room; quietly pulling the door closed behind her.
Willow was still lost in thought when Tara slid up behind her; causing her to jump slightly when Tara’s arms snaked around her waist. Willow closed her eyes and silently prayed Tara had not over heard.
“Sorry I startled you.” Tara whispered, pulling Willow close and resting her chin on the girl’s shoulder.
“It’s okay, I um, I didn’t hear you come in,” Willow replied. She was apprehensive, but soon melted into the heavenly embrace. Tara’s tender touch always had a calming effect on Willow and she sighed contentedly when she felt Tara start to slowly rock them from side to side.
Tara looked up and caught Willow’s eyes in the mirror with a knowing look.
Willow tensed, immediately realizing Tara had indeed heard her. “I-I-I was just…” Her face burned with embarrassment as she tried to pull away.
As Willow squirmed trying to pry herself loose, Tara just held her tighter. “Look at me Will.” The redhead stopped moving but refused to look up. “Willow,” Tara said more sternly, “Look at me.” Finally doing as she was asked, Willow slowly met Tara’s eyes in the mirror. “Why don’t you let me tell you what
I see…” Tara whispered in Willow’s ear, “…I see a kind, thoughtful and
beautiful girl that’s completely captured my heart. I see my best friend and the person I’ve fallen madly in love with…I see my Willow.”
By the time Tara finished speaking, Willow felt like she was going to hyperventilate or perhaps her heart would just explode with all the erratic pounding in her chest. She turned in Tara’s arms, sliding her trembling fingers into the dark blonde hair, leaving her thumbs to gently caress Tara’s perfectly sculpted cheeks. Willow opened her mouth to speak, but to her surprise, nothing came out. There were so many things she wanted to say, wasn’t there? She thought there was, but seeing the sincerity in those bright blue eyes made it all disappear; the doubts, the fear and the
niggling…all gone.
Without a word, Willow pulled Tara close and gently brushed their lips together. The silky feeling of Tara’s lips and the obvious love in their connection, sent shock waves coursing through Willow. It was all she could do to remain upright and soon slid her hands from Tara’s face; wrapping them around her back and pulling their bodies even closer.
When Willow deepened the embrace, Tara couldn’t help but marvel at how perfectly they fit and unconsciously arched her body, pressing their breasts together. The sensation making her feel dizzy and causing her entire body to feel like it was on fire as Willow’s hands roamed hotly across her back.
The thin cotton tank Tara was wearing gave her little protection against the heat radiating from Willow’s hands. Tara felt Willow squeezing her tighter and she soon began to feel light headed as the intense kissing continued.
Willow couldn’t seem to get enough of Tara. She wanted the girl, all of her and right now. She pressed their bodies tightly together and became acutely aware of Tara’s breasts; pressed firmly against her own. Still breathing heavily, Willow suddenly broke the kiss.
With Willow’s abrupt stop, Tara was thrust back to reality and she eyed her curiously. The girl was completely entranced and staring openly down between them. Tara smirked when she saw that her chest was the object of Willow’s desire.
“See something you like?” Tara teased.
Willow, to Tara’s surprise, simply smiled as she raised her eyes to meet Tara’s. “You’re um, you’re not wearing a bra.” Willow knew she was stating the obvious, but she couldn’t help herself. Willow had a feeling Tara’s current extra large breast size was mostly due to nursing, but she decided to enjoy their milk-laden beauty nonetheless.
The sexy undertone in Willow’s voice nearly melted Tara into a puddle and in a moment of weakness, she reached for Willow’s right hand. Without breaking eye contact, Tara slowly slid Willow’s hand up her side and then daringly pressed the redhead’s palm flat against her breast.
At first, Willow wasn’t sure
what Tara was up to, until she felt the soft mound and erect nipple press into her palm. Willow was still staring intently into Tara’s smoldering blue eyes and frozen with fear. She had no idea what to do next, but the panic soon began to wear off as Tara leaned into her touch and moaned softly. When Willow felt Tara’s hand slowly begin to drift away, she swallowed hard and glanced downward.
“Wow…” Willow whispered, surprised to find that her hand was indeed actually cupping one of Tara’s voluptuous breasts. She squeezed softly several times, enjoying the feel of its weight and significance of what she was doing.
Willow was fascinated and brushed her palm lightly across the pebble hard nipple; eliciting another soft moan from Tara. Her mind was hazy and the only thing that registered was how wonderful it felt and how excited she was to discover new things about her girlfriend. Especially things that caused her to make those kind of noises.
“Willow…” Tara breathed. She desperately needed more contact and wasn’t disappointed when Willow hungrily captured her lips in a passionate kiss.
Spurred on from Tara’s reaction and feeling a burst of confidence, Willow slowly slid her free hand up Tara’s stomach and was now gently massaging both breasts as the intense kissing continued.
Neither girl was sure how it happened, but they suddenly found themselves falling into Willow’s bed.
“Mmmph,” Willow grunted, surprised to find herself draped over Tara’s body. With her elbows on either side of Tara’s head for support and their lips seemingly fused together, Willow slowly began to rock her hips when she felt Tara’s muscular thigh press firmly against her center.
As much as she knew they were probably moving too fast, Willow also realized her willpower was completely gone. She couldn’t stop; didn’t
want to stop. The feeling of Tara’s exquisite body beneath her and the soft moans escaping every time she rocked forward were addicting.
Tara’s sense of reality was gone as soon as she descended into Willow’s bed. She couldn’t get enough of the girl, her lips, her tongue and her body pressed close. The combination only added fuel to the fire burning within. Tara had never been so aroused and that arousal had taken control as she felt Willow begin to rock against her.
As they rocked in unison together, Tara longed for more contact; grabbing the back of Willow’s thigh for support and grinding it harder into her already drenched center.
To say Willow wasn’t thinking coherently was an understatement of epic proportions; her body was on fire and instinctually reacting to the myriad of wonderful sensations. Tara’s expert tongue wrapped around hers, their breasts pressed firmly together and legs entwined. When she felt Tara grab the back of her thigh, she rocked even harder. It wasn’t until she felt her girlfriend’s abundant wetness seeping through the leg of pajama pants, that she realized what was about to happen and with her parents just down the hall.
It was a sobering thought and one that eventually gave her the strength and willpower to finally drag her lips away from Tara’s and push herself off to the side.
Both girls panting and whimpering with the loss of contact, but it was Tara who instantly felt guilty about letting things get so out of hand. She didn’t know what had come over her. One minute they were sharing a very sweet and emotional moment and the next, locked in the throws of passion. She was quickly realizing the depth of her feelings for the redhead went well beyond a simple high school romance. When it came to Willow, all bets were off. The girl was gorgeous and sexy and Tara wanted her; all of her.
“Oh God Tara, we almost…” Willow was completely out of breath and unable to even finish her sentence.
“I know and I’m so sorry,” Tara whispered, unable look her girlfriend in the eyes and thoroughly embarrassed by her actions.
“Sorry?” Willow asked curiously.
Tara nodded, “I um…I shouldn’t have done that.”
“You regret it?” Willow squeaked.
“I d-don’t know…maybe…a l-little?” Tara replied, now wishing she hadn’t said anything when she felt Willow start to pull away. The girl looked like she was about to burst into tears. “Oh n-no sweetie, I don’t m-mean like that, I just m-m-m-mean…” Tara sighed heavily and squeezed her eyes shut.
When Tara started to stutter, Willow instantly leaned forward and kissed her gently. She couldn’t handle seeing her beautiful girlfriend in such distress.
Willow’s kiss did the job it intended and instantly calmed the blonde. Tara took a deep breath, gathering her thoughts before she continued. “I don’t ever regret d-doing anything with you, I love you, remember? I just shouldn’t be pushing you when you already said you weren’t ready and here I go and…” Tara’s words trailed off when she felt Willow take her hand and press it to chest.
“There, now we’re even.” The words were barely out of Willow’s mouth before she felt Tara try to pull away, but Willow would have none of it and held her hand in place. It was only a matter of seconds before Tara succumbed to the incredible feeling of intimately touching her girlfriend and began her tentative exploration. “Mmmm,” Willow moaned; pulling Tara into another heated kiss.
“Don’t be,” Willow whispered against her lips. She looked at Tara, whose eyes were only half open and hazy with desire.
“What…don’t be what?” Tara asked through her thick and foggy lust filled brain, thinking she had missed something Willow said.
“Don’t be regretful or sorry or anything. I wanted to touch you as much as you wanted to be touched. You didn’t see me pulling away, did you?”
“No,” Tara half smiled and looked down at her hand that was still resting on Willow’s breast. She exhaled sharply and pressed her thumb to Willow’s nipple; evoking a soft moan from her girlfriend. She marveled at how Willow’s nipple reacted to her touch and how it strained against the tight fabric of the girl’s pajama top. Willow’s breasts were smaller than her own, but they fit perfectly in the palm of her hand and Tara couldn’t seem to stop herself from touching them. Now Tara knew exactly what Willow was thinking and feeling several minutes ago.
Tara leaned forward and kissed Willow deeply before reluctantly pulling her hands away from Willow’s chest. “Willow that was…”
“I know baby…I know.” Willow smiled kissing Tara again and running her fingers through Tara’s long silky hair.
“I love you Tare.”
“Ummm, I love you too Will,” Tara said as she looked up demurely through thick eyelashes; locking eyes with Willow. “You said you loved me.” Tara said with a giddy grin gracing her lips.
Willow returned the grin, practically glowing. “And you said it back.”
“Because it’s I do....” Tara whispered, her expression suddenly turning serious and a light rosy cast starting to cover her cheeks. “And I…I’ve never been in l-love before…until now.”
“But, Steven and you said…”
Tara scooted closer, absently combing her fingers through Willow’s auburn locks. “I said I
thought I loved him, but God…was I ever wrong.”
“How do you know, that you were wrong?”
Tara lovingly cupped Willow’s cheek, “Because I’ve
never, ever, felt this way before. Not about Steven, not about
anyone…except you.”
Willow’s breath caught in her throat as she bridged the gap between them and gently pressed their lips together. The kiss wasn’t meant to intensify, just seal their love and after a few seconds Willow slowly pulled away. She didn’t go far; resting their foreheads together and giving Tara several soft pecks on her already kiss swollen lips.
“I was so proud of you today,” Willow whispered.
Tara half smiled, pleased she’d done something to elicit those feelings in Willow, but then the more she thought about it, the more her expression turned to a frown. She shook her head and leaned back. “You shouldn’t be.”
“Hey, don’t do that to yourself. You came out, twice…sort of, which is more than I’ve done.”
Tara couldn’t help but smile at the somewhat goofy expression on Willow’s face, watching as she puffed out her cheeks and exhaled deeply. “Yeah, but if Buffy hadn’t walked in-”
“But she did and you didn’t have to tell her about us, but you
did.” Willow smiled, idly running her hand over Tara’s hip.
Tara shook her head again, “No, I didn’t. I mean I didn’t actually say…
it.Willow was puzzled. “Huh?”
“Yes, I said that we’re in a relationship and that it was serious, but s-she asked if I was…y-y-you know…” Tara squirmed uncomfortably.
“Oh…” Willow finally got it, “…um, what did you say?”
“I said yes, but then it dawned on me that I’ve never actually said it, out loud. Not even to myself.” Tara was starting to feel embarrassed and she could feel the heat burning her face. She definitely didn’t want to give Willow the wrong impression; didn’t want to make her feel insecure.
“Tare, if it makes you feel any better, I haven’t either… okay, maybe once to myself.”
Tara sighed, “I never thought about if I was or I wasn’t, but being with you just feels so…”
“Right…” Willow whispered, receiving a nod from Tara. “Tare, I know how you feel. I never even considered it a possibility before I started having feelings for you, but it kinda
opened the flood gates. That’s when I realized that I’d been having ‘thoughts’ off and on for awhile.”
“Really?”
Willow blushed, “Yeah, I sorta remembered a crush I had on a teacher once. My um, third grade teachers aid to be exact. I was smitten and then one day I saw her kissing her boyfriend…total devastation.”
“Awww, poor baby,” Tara teased playfully; running her fingers through Willow’s hair and receiving a smirk in return. “My first girl crush was a librarian.” Willow grinned widely at her girlfriend’s confession. “What?”
“Mmhmm, the librarian…you’re a girl after my own heart!” Willow quipped.
Tara produced a lopsided smile in return, “I thought I already had your heart?”
Willow was blushing and grinning once again, but stopped abruptly. “Wait, it wasn’t Mrs. Brundle was it?”
“Um, no. She was like, a hundred and six and a cross between the Wicked Witch of the West and Frau Farbissana. Gosh Will, give me a little credit.” Tara said, playfully rolling her eyes and lightly smacking Willow’s arm.
Willow tapped her index finger on her chin. “Hmm, then that only leaves…Miss O’Brien!” They both said in unison, causing a case of the giggles. “God, she was cute, but Miss Cooper was
way cuter.”
“Hey!” Tara exclaimed in mock indignation and busting out her best frowny face.
Willow grinned, sticking her tongue out between her teeth. “Jealous?”
“Should I be?” Tara teased back.
“Hmmmm…” Willow pretended to think about it, rubbing her chin.
“Well, she can’t have you, because you belong to me now.” Tara leaned forward, conveying the sincerity of her words and claiming Willow with a soft kiss.
The kiss didn’t deepen or last very long, but to Willow it was maybe the most important one they’d ever shared. Willow pulled back enough to make solid eye contact with Tara. “I am, you know.” The redhead whispered.
“What?”
“Yours.”