College Confidential (Prequel to HC/FC) [AU] (Complete)

[willowtaralover]

YAY new CC:)

I do love your story Laragh, primarily as it appears to be one of the few that gets updated regularly but it's also a lot of fun to read.

Poor Willow not being allowed Oreos when she was younger. At least it explains the secret stashes she has of them in Family.

“Would I be going against my promise to try and eat better if I went and got another pack?”

“You can eat what you like,” Tara replied, settling her silverware down neatly on her plate.

“Okay!” Willow replied and jumped up to go buy another snack pack.

Lol, if I didn't know better I'd say this was a mother/daughter relationship.

"Nope, but I can always use a Tara-hug."

Everybody could use a Tara hug.

Cute W/T momentNo.7000,000,6000,592 Willow massaging Tara's feet and humming happily to herself.

“I’m sorry did you say ‘live that down’ or ‘feel me up?”

more evidence of Tara's wicked humour,though it does feel more like something that Amber might say than Tara.

“Hey…would you let me eat pizza off your pussy?”

I've heard of adventurous eating but this is something else lol

As Zampsa says this has been another awesome chapter celebrating the girls domestic happiness together. Can't wait till Tara starts her placement at the social services offices.

[Laragh]

zampas19752001 -

Dibs-y goodness...

You're on a roll!

Yay for excellent update-y goodness... Domestic happyness...

It is sweet as sweet can be!

Thanks for commenting

branny72 -

Another amazing update! Fantastic and creative use of the Oreo's.

I've been waiting to introduce Willow's love for Oreos for a while so I figured a little creativity was needed to really seal the seal

Poor Willow still hasn't lived down the Long Island Iced Tea situation. I have to say that I feel her pain, there are a few Long Island Iced Tea situations I'd love to live down as well. Damn dangerous drink.

I don't drink alcohol personally but I've seen my mom and a few friends get absolutely wasted on those things, so I have to agree with your assertion!

Thank you for making my Wednesday better!

Thank you for making mine!

Thanks for your feedback!

willowtaralover -

I do love your story Laragh, primarily as it appears to be one of the few that gets updated regularly but it's also a lot of fun to read.

Well thank you Rick that's sweet

Poor Willow not being allowed Oreos when she was younger. At least it explains the secret stashes she has of them in Family.

Yep you got it exactly!

Lol, if I didn't know better I'd say this was a mother/daughter relationship.

It sometimes has that element sometimes!

Everybody could use a Tara hug.

I agree!

Cute W/T momentNo.7000,000,6000,592 Willow massaging Tara's feet and humming happily to herself.

They love to be there for each other and I love that about them!

more evidence of Tara's wicked humour,though it does feel more like something that Amber might say than Tara.

I dunno, Tara's a pretty good teaser when she gets going!

I've heard of adventurous eating but this is something else lol

Sign me up for the package!

As Zampsa says this has been another awesome chapter celebrating the girls domestic happiness together. Can't wait till Tara starts her placement at the social services offices.

I do love the domestic stuff and placement is not too far away!

Thanks for the feedback!

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[Laragh]

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TITLE: College Confidential

AUTHOR: Laragh

CHAPTER RATING: NC-17

DISCLAIMER: Willow, Tara and any other characters from the Buffy the Vampire Slayer franchise belong to Joss Whedon, FOX, ME and a whole host of other entities, none of which are me.

SUMMARY: The first part of the prequel to Hacker Confidential and Family Confidential - the college years!

SPOILERS: Perhaps minor references to the show or stealage of dialogue, but nothing that would spoil the series.

FEEDBACK: Yes please

Chapter 65

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Willow was wide awake, watching Tara sleep, waiting for her to wake up.


She’d been like than for more than an hour and had started to gently poke her girlfriend under the blanket. There had been some stirrings but nothing concrete.


Willow was growing steadily more impatient and ultimately decided she couldn't wait any longer. She grabbed Tara, shook her, then flung herself on her side and pretended to be asleep.


Tara woke with a start and had a panicked moment of eyes darting from side to side. When that passed, she brought a hand up to rub her eyes, then stretched both arms out. She patted beneath the blanket to find Willow's hand, then shifted to spoon her.


As she started to settle there, her eyes landed on the alarm clock which displayed a number two hours past when it was due to go off. She sat straight up.


“Crap! Willow, wake up, we’re late!”


She scrambled out of bed, missing Willow's face and the grin she was trying to hide. Tara went and grabbed some clothes from the dresser, then made a beeline for the bathroom. Instead of skidding in though, her feet were tripped.


Willow watched in horror as she fell over, then felt a sickening drop in her stomach when she heard the thud.


“Tara!”


She jumped out of bed and ran over; stepping past the thick layer of plastic wrap she’d stuck either side of the door.


“Tara, Tara, are you okay!?”


She kneeled down and helped Tara sit up, while checking her head for lumps. Tara held the side of her head and looked around, confused.


“I’m late…”


“I set the clock forward, it’s still early,” Willow dismissed, relieved to find no blood, “Are you hurt?”


“What?” Tara asked in response to the first part, then looked to the door, “What is that?”


Willow glanced behind her, then back at Tara, though her eyes were down shamefully.


“It was a stupid April Fool’s prank, but I didn’t think you’d fall! Becky did it to me and I just kinda bounced. But you were running, and maybe I put it too low and it, it was just stupid okay! I’m so sorry! Are you hurt? Do I need to get a doctor?”


Tara took a second to get her head together.


“No, no, I’m fine.”


She started to stand, Willow holding her arm.


“Tara, I’m so sorry, I–”


“Ow!”


Tara almost fell again when she got a shooting pain in her ankle but Willow grabbed her first and eased her down.


“What, what is it!?”


“It’s okay, it’s just twisted,” Tara replied, taking the calm role despite being the one hurt.


“Twisted!?” Willow almost screamed, alarmed, “Are you sure it’s not broken?”


“I’ve had enough twisted ankles to know,” Tara replied in somewhat snappish tone.


Willow looked like a kicked puppy and turned away. She tore the plastic wrap from the door and bunched it all up in a ball before silently helping Tara back to the bed.


“I-I’ll call student health…”


Tara grabbed a pillow and put it under her foot.


“It’s okay, it just needs ice.”


Willow bit the skin around her thumb, hand shaking.


Knows exactly what to do. How many of these has she had? How many did her asshole father give her? And now she can add me to the list.


“…g-g-get you some!” she stuttered out, on the verge of tears, as an excuse to leave but just ran into the bathroom and started to cry.


Tara flexed her ankle a couple of times and thought she might need to get a support before she heard the sobs come through. She looked over, then to her ankle and back before calling out.


“Willow…Willow, please come out, I can’t come over to you.”


There were sounds of running water and nose blowing before Willow came rushing out, eyes and cheeks red.


“W-what’s wrong, are you okay?”


“Come here…” Tara said, holding out her arms, which Willow slowly came over to, “It was an accident, it’s okay.”


Willow buried her head in Tara’s shoulder.


“It wasn’t supposed to hurt you.”


“I know,” Tara soothed, “I know, but it was an accident and you obviously feel terrible about it. Hey, how many times have you tripped over my combat boots because I forgot to tuck them all the way in under the bed?”


Willow buried her head in more.


“You know, it is a little funny,” Tara said after a moment when Willow wasn't responding, “I was all in panic, bet that was funny.”


Willow’s head shot up.


“No, no, hurting you is never funny!”


“Okay, but…before that,” Tara countered, feeling more anguish from Willow’s grief than anything else, “Running around like a headless chicken. C'mon...”


“Why are you trying to make this okay?” Willow almost wailed, beating herself up ten times worse than any sprained ankle.


“Because it was an accident and I don’t want you to feel bad,” Tara replied, hands moving to Willow’s cheeks to caress her tenderly.


Willow moved away, feeling unworthy.


“It’s not an accident when you do it on purpose.”


“You wanted me to fall?” Tara asked softly, already knowing the answer.


Willow's eyes were wild.


“No! Of course not!”


“Then it was an accident,” Tara repeated, holding out her hands again, which Willow took, “It makes me feel bad when you feel bad.”


Willow wouldn’t meet her eyes, so Tara lifted her girlfriend’s chin and smiled.


“Hey, it’s not as bad as when you head-butted me.”


Willow looked so shocked for three seconds and ready to dissolve into tears again but instead burst out laughing, having to cover her mouth with her hands to try and conceal it.


Tara smiled and pulled her in close.


“That’s better.”


Willow finally accepted the comfort.


“I’m sorry,” she said, putting a hand under Tara’s shoulder.


“I know,” Tara replied, covering Willow’s hand and squeezing affectionately.


Willow let Tara hug her and gave back just as warm an embrace. She wouldn’t go as far as to say she forgave herself, but she decided not to dwell if it was just going to make Tara feel worse. She discreetly wiped the last of her tears from her eyes, then stood up.


“So um, you need ice, right?”


“Yeah and I think I need a support,” Tara replied, looking at the clock, “The student clinic opens at eight. What time is it really?”


“Right,” Willow said, picking it up to fix it back, “It's 7:30am. Okay, so we’ll ice for twenty minutes and head down. I’ll be right back.”


She went out to get an ice pack from the kitchen and came back to sit by Tara. She put it gently against her girlfriend’s ankle, who tried not to show the pain. Willow scooted up and comforted Tara with some kisses.


“We’ll get you some painkillers and stuff when we go to the clinic, okay?” she said, giving Tara’s neck a massage.


Tara turned her head to give Willow more access, appreciating the relief of some tension. After ten minutes she glanced down and realised she still had pyjamas on.


“Willow?” she asked shyly, “Will you help me get dressed?”


Willow took her hands away from Tara's neck.


“Oh yeah, of course,” she replied, standing up and getting the clothes from the bathroom, though noticed a pair of pants were in the mix, “It might be easier to get a skirt on.”


“Okay, you can pick one out,” Tara agreed, “You know where all my stuff is.”


Willow went over to the closet and picked out a long, red skirt to go with the yellow sweater Tara had hastily chosen earlier. She laid them all out neatly and helped Tara undress and redress.


“If you’re resting up for a few days I might have to give you a sponge bath.”


“Okay, Nurse Willow,” Tara replied, unable to help remembering the ‘sexy nurse’ outfit she’d heard about on Halloween, “Willow?”


“Yeah?” Willow asked, looking up from where she was putting a sock and shoe on the uninjured foot.


Tara blushed and chickened out of asking if she still had it.


“Never mind.”


Willow tied Tara’s laces and sat down on the bed again.


“Okay, you’re gonna have to put your arm around me and we’ll take it slow. Lucky it’s not too far away.”


Tara sat up and put her good foot down and used Willow to help her stand again.


“That’s it, use me as your second leg.”


They took a step forward together and another, very slowly making their way from the building to the student health centre nearby. It was already pretty full of people holding various parts of their body but there were two seats left and Willow got Tara into one quickly before going up to the reception desk.


“Um, my girlfriend twisted her ankle.”


A bored-looking nurse handed her a clipboard with a form to fill out on it.


“April Fool gone wrong?”


“How did you know?” Willow asked, eyes surprised.


The nurse just glanced over Willow’s shoulder to the room full of people and went back to typing on the computer. Willow looked around, quite surprised so many accidents had occurred before breakfast had even started, but it did help her feel less like a monster.


Willow filled the form out on the spot and handed it back, then stood on the wall next to Tara as the seat beside her had been filled by a guy with a black eye and cut cheek.


He had his arms over his chest but did notice Willow look at him and nodded at her nonchalantly.


“Bucket of water fell on my face.”


Tara looked over too and offered a smile of condolence.


“Tripped over plastic on the door.”


“Classic,” the guy replied, “You can use your time waiting here to plan revenge. I have to call the hardware store and order some rakes.”


Willow audibly gulped, so Tara took her hand and squeezed. People’s names were called by the three different doctors and the triage nurse until, finally, Tara was summoned. A nurse helped her into the treatment room and Willow waited patiently outside.


Fifteen minutes later, Tara came out with a bandage and black support boot around her injured ankle, and was getting around easier on crutches.


Willow’s stomach sank seeing she’d put her girlfriend on crutches but pushed it aside and approached.


“So…all seen to?”


Tara nodded.


“Yes. Got an x-ray, no fractures.”


Willow breathed a sigh of relief then nodded at the crutches.


“How long will you be on those?”


“5 days. I’ll be able to walk with the boot for my internship next week as long as I use the crutches until then and keep it rested and elevated this week.”


“Okay, good, that’s good,” Willow replied, going to put a hand on Tara’s shoulder but stopped short, not wanting to put her off-balance, “Um, so, home?”


Tara shook her head.


“No, I can go to class.”


Willow immediately opened her mouth to protest but didn’t think she had much to stand on.


“Okay, but I’m dropping off and picking up. No trying to lug your bag around. And breakfast first.”


Tara agreed so they went back to the dorm and got things for class, then headed for breakfast. On their way out, they ran into Becky who gestured wildly at Tara.


“Whoa, what happened to you!?”


Willow started to clam up but Tara just smiled easily.


“I tripped. Stupid. Just a sprain.”


“Oh, bummer,” Becky replied with a sympathetic nod, “Oh hey, I pulled off the annual roommate prank this morning on Kim. Crazy glue in the shoes. Can’t wait to see her try to take them off later. An oldie but a goodie. What about you guys?”


Willow opened her mouth but Tara got in first to save her.


“I think we’re a bit mature for pranks.”


“Yeah, totally,” Willow scoffed while trying to swallow a huge lump in her throat.


“Your loss, lovebirds,” Becky replied good-naturedly, “Hey I have a photo in an exhibition at the end of the week. The professor chose it as one of ten from my class. You guys wanna come along?”


“Sure,” Tara nodded and Willow bobbed her head in agreement.


“Awesome,” Becky smiled, “I’ll let you know. Well, off to class. Time and tide wait for no man. See ya.”


Willow waited until Becky was gone and swallowed.


“Thanks.”


Tara stopped and patted Willow’s shoulder, then resumed walking with the crutches.


“No one needs to know. It is true, I tripped,” she said with a genuinely warm smile, “So you and Becky did the pranks, huh?”


Willow nodded.


“We had just started dating last year so I was still on my best behaviour, but Becky and I always played pranks on each other…it was just supposed to be fun. Becky did it to me, the clock thing one year and the plastic the other…I didn’t think about how bad an idea it was to put them together.”


Tara nodded.


“Well, you know now and won’t do it again, so let’s forget about it.”


“‘Kay,” Willow nodded unconvincingly, holding Tara's books to her chest, “Um, where’s first?”


“Art,” Tara replied, watching the ground carefully to avoid any stray rocks.


“Art,” Willow responded diligently, “To art we go.”


She brought Tara to her art class and sat her down, then took a quick scribble of her girlfriend’s schedule to make sure she’d be there each time to collect her. It took some sneaking out of classes and missed notes, but she was there dutifully on time all day and to bring trays down for lunch and dinner.


When they arrived back at their dorm for the evening, Willow was quick to bring Tara over to bed and get her foot up.


“Okay, resting and elevate-y goodness to begin,” she said, fluffing the pillow delicately under Tara’s ankle, “Is that okay?”


“Uh huh…” Tara replied, keeping her crutches in reach, “Hey, could you go get me a soda?”


“Of course!” Willow replied, getting her wallet out and taking a dollar bill from it.


“Actually can you make it flavoured water?” Tara amended, smiling sweetly.


“Oh sure,” Willow replied, taking her whole wallet and her keys since she’d have to run to the convenience store and not down the hall to the vending machine, “Be back in five.”


She left for the store and picked up a large bottled of the flavoured water her girlfriend liked and a few sweet treats to make Tara feel better. She remembered at the last minute to get some painkillers and walked back swinging the plastic bag beside her.


She arrived back and smiled at Tara, who was slightly red faced and her crutches were on the floor.


“You okay?” she asked, eyes narrowing slightly in concern.


Tara just nodded and Willow got the water out and the painkillers.


“It must really hurt, I got you these. The ones they gave you at the clinic must have definitely worn off.”


Tara took the painkillers as offered and drank the glass of water.


“Thanks.”


Willow kissed Tara’s forehead sweetly.


“So, get homework done and watch a movie? I got us some candy.”


“Sure,” Tara agreed, smiling.


Willow helped Tara set up some books on her lap then went to the desk and opened her laptop to start her own work.


She stayed hunched over, working; looking up every little while to check on Tara. Tara finished her homework first and started to read a book while she waited for Willow to come cuddle.


“Are you almost done?” she asked after a little while, growing impatient quicker than normal.


Willow turned in the chair and smiled at her.


“Why, do you miss me?” she asked, twirling a pen between her hands, “I’m only five feet away.”


Tara frowned sadly.


“But I can’t get up and come give you a little hug and kiss on the cheek whenever I like.”


“Oh, poor baby,” Willow replied, pulling the cord from her laptop and coming to sit by her on the bed, cross-legged, with it in her hands, “This better?”


Tara nodded and leaned over to press a kiss against her girlfriend’s cheek.


“Much.”


Willow continued to write her paper, but at some stage found herself typing one-handed as Tara had snuck the other down to hold. She didn’t mind, the payoff was worth the annoyance, but it got gradually harder to concentrate as Tara played with her fingers. Finally, she did a quick save and closed her laptop.


“Screw it, nothing is due tomorrow. I can read my notes in the morning.”


Tara put her hand on Willow’s shoulder and caressed down her arm.


“That’s two nights in a row you’ve chosen me over homework,” she said, leaning over and inhaling from Willow’s neck, “You sure know how to make a girl feel special.”


Willow loved the feel of the tip of Tara’s nose rubbing up against her skin. She sighed happily for a moment, then turned her head so their faces were close together.


“Want a kiss?”


Tara’s eyes glanced down to Willow’s lips and back to her eyes.


“Yes, please.”


Willow got even closer and their lips had barely a breath between them, then suddenly spun off the bed and produced a chocolate kiss from the bag of candy.


“Very funny,” Tara replied with a wry smile as she took it, then toyed with the cuff on her sleeve and tried to sound nonchalant, “So you’ve switched off your Oreo allegiance already?”


“No way, still got my babies here!” Willow replied, bouncing over to get her pack of Oreos.


She took the first one and offered it to Tara, who shook her head and avoided eye-contact.


“Um, no, no. It’s yours.”


Willow shrugged and bit it, but after a split second, went-wide eyed and started to gag. She rushed into the bathroom and there were sounds of spitting and rinsing before she came back out, wiping her tongue on a tissue.


“April Fool,” Tara said, moving her hands in awkward jazz-hands.


Willow looked utterly stunned for a moment or two, but finally smiled.


“I deserved that,” she said, getting a soda to wash the taste out some more, “That was pretty good actually. Toothpaste in the Oreo. One I’d play on someone else if I was ever going to play a prank again. Which I’m not.”


Tara pulled on Willow’s t-shirt affectionately.


“It’s not all bad. You can be my nurse Willow.”


“I am,” Willow replied, sitting next to her again, “Pill and water getting, pillow fluffing, sponge bathing and dresser galore.”


Tara put her hand on Willow’s thigh and rubbed just slightly; enough for Willow to know she was doing it without being too provocative.


“Y-you know what was funny? When Becky told us about that sexy nurse costume she tried to get you to wear,” she said, trying and failing to keep her voice level, “That was funny.”


Though Willow had a tendency towards cluelessness despite her intense study into the minds of people, Tara’s tone clicked in her head right away and she knew she had something she could start to make it up to her girlfriend with.


She covered Tara’s hand on her thigh, squeezed it, then jumped up.


“I’ll, uh, be right back.”


She ran out the door before Tara had a chance to answer and pounded the stairs to Becky’s room. She could hear yelling but knocked anyway and a bored-looking Becky answered.


“These are Ralph Lauren, Becky!” the shrill voice of Becky’s roommate floated out “What am I supposed to do with Ralph Lauren boots with socks stuck in it?”


“Um, maybe not the best time, Will,” Becky said, wincing at the venomous tone being shot in her direction.


“Please, this is important,” Willow begged.


Becky cast a glance behind her where Kim was still ranting and raving and just closed the door between them a bit to block her out.


“Okay, shoot.”


Willow stood up on her tippy-toes, landed back on her heels and bit the corner of her lips, embarrassed.


“That nurse costume you tried to get me to wear a couple of years ago…do you still have it?”


“Uh, yeah, it’s probably in my closet,” Becky replied, leaning against the door frame.


Willow waited for a moment then gestured with her hands.


“Can I have it?”


A small smirk played on Becky’s face.


“Oh Tara’s really playing up that foot isn’t she?”


Willow clasped her hands together in a prayer shape.


“I will be eternally indebted to you if you please just give me the costume and don’t say a single word about it.”


Becky straightened up and threw a wink Willow’s way.


“In the end, we will remember not the words of our enemies, but the silence of our friends.”


Willow’s brow creased.


“You’re not using that quote even remotely correctly.”


“Do you want my silence or not?” Becky asked, eyebrow quirked, “You can go look for it.”


“Yes, yes! Sorry!” Willow replied, rushing in, “And thanks!”


Kim had given up her tirade but was shooting Becky dirty looks as she pulled at her shoes. Willow started to try looking through Becky’s messy closet.


“God, Becky, how do you find anything?”


“Are you serious?” Becky scoffed, “Your entire side of the dorm used to be a closet.”


Willow shrugged one shoulder.


“Used to Tara keeping it neat now.”


“Tara does your laundry?” Becky asked, grinning, “Does she fold your panties up all nice and square for you too?”


Willow blushed and stayed quiet, finally finding a rolled up costume still in its plastic tucked into a corner. She snatched it under her arm and made for the door.


“Thank you, I owe you one!” she said, waving with her fingers as she left, “Uh, try nail polish remover for the glue, Kim. Bye!”


She yanked the door closed and skidded back down the stairs, holding the costume behind her back as she went back into their dorm. Tara was watching the door intently and caught Willow’s eye as she came in.


They both knew she had the costume but it was understood Willow was trying to make it a surprise.


“Do you, um, have to use the bathroom?” Tara asked, cheeks starting to flush already.


“Yes!” Willow replied, walking backwards towards it, “Yes, um…be out in a sec.”


She ran in and slammed the door closed, then ripped the packaging open. The ensemble fell out and she stripped down to pull the white dress on. She had to inhale in to get it over her chest and lined up the red cross symbol on her right breast.


She looked down, impressed with how her cleavage was amped up, even if she couldn’t quite breathe properly.


She sat on the toilet and pulled the knee-high, white, red-rimmed socks right up, then affixed the similarly-coloured hat on her head. She stood up and pulled the end of the dress as it rode up, barely covering her ass.


God damn it, as if someone would wear this in public. I’m not even that tall or busty!


She tried to smooth everything out but it was already tight enough to not need her assistance.


Okay…here goes…don’t feel stupid…she pretty much asked for this…


She puffed out a quick breath, then walked back out into the room. Tara’s eyes lit up as she raked her eyes over the outfit.


“Nurse Willow.”


Willow felt confident enough to try a little swagger as she walked over.


“At your service, ma’am. Ready for that sponge bath?”


Tara looked around and held her hands up.


“I don’t have a sponge.”


Willow pretended to lean down to fluff Tara’s pillows, whispering in her ear in the process.


“Don’t worry…I have a tongue.”


Tara got a generous view of cleavage as Willow fluffed and was unashamed in taking an eyeful. Willow knew exactly what she was doing and pulled away, making sure she pushed into Tara’s face first.


“So, Ms. Maclay…you must be tired of being on your back.”


“It’s not so bad…” Tara replied, eyes trying to glance behind Willow to get a view of her rear.


Willow grinned.


“Well then, let’s…plough ahead.”


She started to undress Tara, being careful with her skirt and panties. It was more of a practical than sexy undressing, as need dictated, and made Willow hyper aware of Tara’s injury.


“Oh baby, I don’t want to hurt you more…”


“Just don’t grab my foot,” Tara reasoned.


“Well, duh,” Willow replied, rolling her eyes, “But I can’t lie between your legs in case I hit it and you can’t really move either.”


“So you’re going to put on a sexy costume, strip me and leave me here?” Tara asked incredulously, “Is this another April Fool?”


Willow’s mouth hung open.


“No! I want to please you and give you lots of nice pain-killing endorphins! But I know if I’m anywhere near your foot I will spazz and make it worse, because that is what I do.”


Tara put a hand over Willow’s.


“Honey…”


Willow turned away and took her hat off, but Tara grabbed her wrist before she could go any further.


“No, don’t,” she said, pulling Willow back to her, “Please. I love it.”


Willow looked over her shoulder to Tara, who leaned over and kissed her.


“Mmmm…and I have an idea. Just lie on your side on my good leg side and you can…touch me…from there. You won’t be near my foot.”


Willow saw the simple solution and blushed.


“Oh yeah. Shoulda figured that one out.”


Tara put a finger under Willow’s chin.


“You promised a tongue bath first.”


Willow finally smiled.


“Yes…right. Nurse Willow here to tend to all your…needs.”


She eased Tara down onto her back and started a meticulously careful yet wonderfully playful journey of her girlfriend’s body; kissing every piece of exposed skin her lips touched.


Tara was almost asleep with the tranquil pleasure Willow was gifting her. She felt kisses on her neck and turned to whisper in her girlfriend’s ear.


“You’re a very good nurse.”


“Thanks…” Willow replied, nipping Tara’s lobe, “I love my job.”


She palmed one of Tara’s breasts gently, tweaking her nipple. Tara moaned lazily and softly arched her back into Willow’s touch. Willow replaced her hand with her mouth and moved her hand down Tara’s stomach and over her mound to slide between her lips.


Tara spread her good leg while leaving the other safely propped up on the pillow. She couldn’t respond as enthusiastically as she would have liked but she was able to set a very satisfying rhythm.


She moaned as Willow entered her and showed her appreciation loudly when her clit was tended to by the soft slide of her girlfriend’s palm.


She closed her eyes as she came with a quiet but powerful thundering of pleasure through her. Her toes curled, luckily just on her good foot and muscles trapped Willow’s fingers inside for a few seconds before releasing them.


Willow gently cupped Tara and left kisses on her shoulder.


“You look sleepy.”


“Mmm…yes…endorphins,” Tara replied with a lazy smile, but had to tug at the outfit, “Willow, take that off. Super for sexy, crap for cuddly.”


Willow sat up and started to toss it off but Tara stopped her.


“Don’t tear it,” she said, tapping the base of Willow’s spine, “Might want you to use it again.”


Willow grinned and took the outfit off with more care, then curled into Tara’s side.


“Love you.”


Tara used her good foot to play with Willow’s toes.


“I love you, too,” she said, smiling lazily, “My very own nurse on call.”

[branny72]

YAY!! UPDATE-Y GOODNESS

I don't drink alcohol personally but I've seen my mom and a few friends get absolutely wasted on those things, so I have to agree with your assertion!

I no longer drink (and yeah, the long island incidents helped me with that choice), but there needs to be a limit as to how long something can be held against you...right? Please? 15 years and counting seems a bit long. Right?


I love impatient Willow. I'd be smothered in my sleep if I did what she did, but it was truly hilarious. Poor Tara and her ankle, but YAY for Nurse Willow and her little white outfit!


I love your updates and always look forward to them.
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[zampsa19752001]

Yay for excellent update-y goodness... Poor Tara... I'm kinda glad that she did a April Fool's back on Willow...

[willowtaralover]

Yay new College Confidential

Holy Odin's beard (as Xander might say) this one frilly heck of a long chapter, it almost takes up the length of the page.

“It was a stupid April Fool’s prank, but I didn’t think you’d fall! Becky did it to me and I just kinda bounced. But you were running, and maybe I put it too low and it, it was just stupid okay! I’m so sorry! Are you hurt? Do I need to get a doctor?”

Holy crap Willow, what were you thinking????? and to your girlfriend as well!!!!!!!!!!! You're only lucky that I'm not Tara's brother or I'd be coming over there to kick your butt.

Yes I do realise that here I am talking to a fictional character in a fanfic story as if they are actually a real person but that Laragh is just how bat-shit crazy I am.

Tara and her experience of twisted ankles aka raising children the Mr. Maclay way.

I love the way that despite the accident Tara has so much compassion in her heart that it is easy for her to forgive Willow for this slight misdemeanour. It also shows again the mother and child relationship that the two sometimes step into.

Seeing Willow like this I can easily see why she and Jake have the fights that they do have in Family because Willow is at heart a very big kid and everyone knows how fractious little kids can be after so long together fighting and falling out with one another.

Willow went over to the closet and picked out a long, red skirt to go with the yellow sweater Tara had hastily chosen earlier.

Hmmm, red skirt and yellow sweater if I'm correct that's what Amber wore in OMWF after she had sang 'Under Your Spell'.

“You can use your time waiting here to plan revenge. I have to call the hardware store and order some rakes.”

Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha :Grin
This reminds me of the Simpsons episode 'Cape Feare' when Sideshow Bob walks into about a half dozen of them.

We have Tara going to art class but where did that idea first come from. Nowadays it's an accepted part of fanfic mythos that Tara usually studies art but what was she studying at UCSD? Does anyone know that too?

Tara red faced and crutches on the floor????? she's got to be pulling a fast one. So much for being too mature for jokes uh lol.

I knew it, toothpaste in the Oreo's. On the plus side you can have clean teeth and minty fresh breath as well as nummy chocolatey goodness. Who knows maybe they can play it on Jake.

YAY another great chapter, it was nice to see that despite having a really horrible start they finished the day with snuggles and loving and Willow in a really tight fitting nurses outfit, which just makes her even hotter than she already is. But remember Willow I'm watching you lol

[Laragh]

branny72 -

YAY!! UPDATE-Y GOODNESS

I love those bananas!

I no longer drink (and yeah, the long island incidents helped me with that choice), but there needs to be a limit as to how long something can be held against you...right? Please? 15 years and counting seems a bit long. Right?

I suppose it depends on the context. If someone held something over me for 15 years, threw it back in my face if we fought, said they were over it but weren't, then that's shitty. The occasional good-natured tease, on the other hand...those can go on for life

I love impatient Willow. I'd be smothered in my sleep if I did what she did, but it was truly hilarious.

I like a good prank, I must admit, but mine are (or were, I've unfortunately grown up a bit) of the bottle of tabasco in your food/prank call variety.

Poor Tara and her ankle, but YAY for Nurse Willow and her little white outfit!

When the nurse costume was first mentioned way back at Halloween it was kind of a throwaway line, but when an opportunity presents itself...

I love your updates and always look forward to them.
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Why thank you, I always love to get your feedback

Thanks for commenting!

zampsa19752001 -

Poor Tara... I'm kinda glad that she did a April Fool's back on Willow...

Willow deserved it

Thanks for your comment

willowtaralover -

Holy Odin's beard (as Xander might say) this one frilly heck of a long chapter, it almost takes up the length of the page.

Well that's because it was the first chapter of a new page. Pages get longer as comments are added.

Holy crap Willow, what were you thinking????? and to your girlfriend as well!!!!!!!!!!! You're only lucky that I'm not Tara's brother or I'd be coming over there to kick your butt.

It was all meant in good fun, just went wrong!

Yes I do realise that here I am talking to a fictional character in a fanfic story as if they are actually a real person but that Laragh is just how bat-shit crazy I am.

Don't worry, I do it daily!

Tara and her experience of twisted ankles aka raising children the Mr. Maclay way.

Unfortunate truth.

I love the way that despite the accident Tara has so much compassion in her heart that it is easy for her to forgive Willow for this slight misdemeanour. It also shows again the mother and child relationship that the two sometimes step into.

Tara is a natural nurturer and will almost always default to that, I think.

Seeing Willow like this I can easily see why she and Jake have the fights that they do have in Family because Willow is at heart a very big kid and everyone knows how fractious little kids can be after so long together fighting and falling out with one another.

Willow certainly frustrates easily. She is very smart and I think bores quickly.

Hmmm, red skirt and yellow sweater if I'm correct that's what Amber wore in OMWF after she had sang 'Under Your Spell'.

It was more of a brown-y skirt I think but yellow sweater, yes

Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha :Grin
This reminds me of the Simpsons episode 'Cape Feare' when Sideshow Bob walks into about a half dozen of them.

I remember that one.

We have Tara going to art class but where did that idea first come from. Nowadays it's an accepted part of fanfic mythos that Tara usually studies art but what was she studying at UCSD? Does anyone know that too?

Tara in ‘Life Serial’ in Season 6: “My art appreciation class doesn't start for another twenty minutes”

Tara red faced and crutches on the floor????? she's got to be pulling a fast one. So much for being too mature for jokes uh lol.

That was mostly an excuse to throw Becky off the scent.

I knew it, toothpaste in the Oreo's. On the plus side you can have clean teeth and minty fresh breath as well as nummy chocolatey goodness. Who knows maybe they can play it on Jake.

I don't know if they goes too nicely together

YAY another great chapter, it was nice to see that despite having a really horrible start they finished the day with snuggles and loving and Willow in a really tight fitting nurses outfit, which just makes her even hotter than she already is. But remember Willow I'm watching you lol

She'll be on her best behavior

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[Laragh]

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TITLE: College Confidential

AUTHOR: Laragh

CHAPTER RATING: PG-13

DISCLAIMER: Willow, Tara and any other characters from the Buffy the Vampire Slayer franchise belong to Joss Whedon, FOX, ME and a whole host of other entities, none of which are me.

SUMMARY: The first part of the prequel to Hacker Confidential and Family Confidential - the college years!

SPOILERS: Perhaps minor references to the show or stealage of dialogue, but nothing that would spoil the series.

FEEDBACK: Yes please

Chapter 66

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“I got it, I got it!”


Tara paused outside the entrance to the building and let Willow open the door for her. She would have been fine backing into it, even with the crutches, but knew it made Willow feel better to help.


“Thank you,” she said as she moved through the doorway, “This top looks okay, right?”


“You look beautiful,” Willow replied promptly with a proud smile.


Tara shook her head but was smiling too.


“You’re so biased.”


“Doesn’t mean it’s not true,” Willow quipped, peering around to figure out where they were going, “I think it’s down this hallway.”


“How come you never had one of these photo exhibits at the end of your classes?” Tara questioned as they slowly made their way.


Willow shrugged.


“They probably do a condensed class during the summer seeing as most people are just trying to scrape a credit.”


“I loved your photos, they should have been displayed for everyone,” Tara replied, seeing signs now directing them to the space where Becky’s (and other’s) photographs were displayed.


“Now who’s biased?” Willow asked with a grin.


She opened another set of double doors and they walked into the exhibition. It was laid out quite professionally with plenty of eager students and their proud parents already around to show off the work. There were no waiters carrying around trays of champagne and hor d'oeuvres, but there was a table set up with a bowl of punch and cheese cubes on Ritz crackers.


Tara balanced herself on one crutch and pulled uncomfortably at her shirt.


“I knew I should have dressed up more.”


Willow turned and put her hands on Tara’s shoulders gently.


“You. Look. Beautiful,” she said, pecking her quickly, “I’m going to get in on some of that cheese action. Want some?”


“I’ll take a punch,” Tara replied and Willow skipped off to get their refreshments.


Tara felt awkward just standing around, so went over to the display and checked out the first photo. After just a minute, she heard someone sidle up next to her and was being hugged moments later.


“Tara, hi, you made it!” Becky said brightly, holding onto Tara’s arm to steady her when she wobbled from the hug, “Still on those crutches, huh? Is Willow here?”


Tara nodded towards her girlfriend.


“Raiding the snack table.”


“Ah, of course,” Becky replied with a grin, then squeezed Tara’s upper arm affectionately, “I’ll catch up with you guys, no parents here for me so I need to do my own pimping.”


Tara nodded for her to go ahead, then waited patiently for Willow to return. She realised she wouldn’t be able to hold her cup but Willow offered to hold it for her instead.


“Is that a photo of a painting?” Willow questioned the piece Tara was looking at.


Tara considered it a moment, then nodded.


“Yes.”


Willow couldn’t hide some bewilderment.


“At least mine were actually of something,” she said but quietened under a look from Tara, “Um, I’m going to go say hi to Becky.”


Tara agreed.


“Okay, I already did, so I’m going to work my way down, okay?”


“Sure,” Willow replied, then glanced at Tara’s crutches, “Damn those things should come with a cup holder. Um…”


Tara waved her fingers.


“It’s okay, I’ll have some when I catch up.”


Willow nodded and went down to where Becky was standing, talking to a man with a soul patch. She waited until he moved on, then approached, glancing ahead to see where he was going next.


“Who was that? He looked very stuffy and important.”


“Hardly; arts contributor for the school paper,” Becky replied with a roll of her eyes, “But it looks good if I can get included in a write-up.”


“Tara asked me why we didn’t do this stuff during summer classes but I’m soooo glad we didn’t,” Willow replied, shuddering at the thought of displaying her stuff like that, “So this one is yours?”


Becky pointed to the laminated sign under her photo displayed her name. Willow nodded, impressed, then took in the photo of the two sets of feet tangled up in bed and poking out the end of the blanket. She couldn’t help smiling at one set in particular.


“Those look like Tara’s toes.”


Becky nodded.


“Oh, they are.”


Willow stared at the painting for a moment, then snapped her head around to Becky.


“Excuse me?”


Becky tapped above the glass covering her photo so as not to smudge it.


“Tara’s. Yours,” she explained, pointing at each, “Or maybe it’s the other way around…I never looked at your feet too much.”


Willow’s mouth was agape and she struggled to remain quiet.


“Um, why the frilly heck do you have a photograph of us in bed?”


Becky shrugged one shoulder.


“I thought it was cute.”


Willow almost crushed the cup full of punch in her hand.


“That doesn’t answer the question!”


Becky took a step back and held up her hands defensively.


“Chill out, it’s not like I snuck into your room. It was when you guys stayed over after me and Lucas broke up.”


Willow scoffed.


“So you decided to photograph us in our sleep.”


“It was a cute scene, so I snapped it. Everyone thinks it’s adorable,” Becky defended, “Top 10, in an exhibition… It’s not like your names are on it.”


Tara walked up in the middle of the awkward lull in the air.


“Hi…you guys okay?”


Willow was shooting Becky daggers, who gulped and had the decency to look contrite.


“Hi again, Tara,” she replied warmly, “Hey, I should point out, I took this of you guys last time you stayed in my dorm. I didn’t think you’d mind. I didn’t think. Sorry if I messed up.”


“Oh,” Tara replied, taking that in for a moment, then looked at Willow, “Did you know about this?”


“No!” Willow replied, adamant.


Tara nodded and contemplated the photo for a moment, then offered Becky a smile of forgiveness.


“You should probably ask us next time.”


Becky nodded twice, quickly.


“I will,” she said, grateful she wasn’t about to fight with her friends again, “I’ll be right back, I need some punch.”


She left and Willow looked at Tara, whose head was turned towards the photo.


“That lotion I’m using is really helping my heels. Maybe it’s the light…”


Willow quirked an eyebrow.


“You’re honestly okay with this?”


Tara inhaled slowly and released while considering the photo, then shrugged.


“Our names aren’t on it and she said she’d ask next time.”


“Yeah, but…!” Willow started to protest but Tara cut her off softly.


“Yeah, but, Becky has different notions than us and wasn’t being malicious. You were the one who told me that when we started dating.”


Willow deflated a little.


“I know. I’m mostly defensive for you. If you feel at all, at all violated or anything, I’ll make her take it down.”


Tara shook her head.


“I’m pretty embarrassed that a moment like that was snapped without us knowing but did you see the title of the photo?” she asked and gestured to the title card Willow had only glanced at before, “Love. She saw us and saw love. It’s a compliment. And we’re the only people that know. Let’s let it go.”


Willow finally smiled and rested her head on Tara’s shoulder.


“You’re wonderful.”


Tara turned and kissed the top of Willow’s head.


“I’d put my arm around you if I could.”


“There in spirit,” Willow replied, smiling now too, “Guess we are pretty cute, huh?”


“Your little toes are the cutest thing ever,” Tara replied, giggling quietly.


“Hey, I have mighty wo-man toes,” Willow replied staunchly, “You looove playing footsie with those toes.”


Tara blushed but was saved from further teasing as Becky came back and stood nervously between them.


“So, um, what do you guys think?”


“I think you hit the light real nice,” Tara complimented.


“The sun did most of the work,” Becky replied, uncharacteristically modest, “It wasn’t really planned or anything, mostly a lucky shot.”


All three looked at the photo for a minute before Willow piped up.


“Can I ask you something?”


Becky nodded so Willow continued.


“Did the topic fit the photo or did the photo fit the topic?”


“We got the assignment and I had a vague idea of a mom and baby or something,” Becky answered honestly, feeling like she owed them at least that, “But I dunno, it struck me seeing you guys all happy to be around each other even when you were asleep. Deep love territory.”


She was staring at the photo, while Willow’s eyes cast sidelong to her girlfriend’s and her hand snuck over Tara’s on the handle of the crutch.


“Alright, you’re off the hook this time, Beck,” she said, putting her other hand on her friend’s and squeezing, “Do you want us to stay? We were going to get dinner.”


Becky smiled and waved them off.


“No, go ahead, have a good night. Thanks for coming. And for everything. You guys are the best friends.”


She threw an arm over Willow’s shoulders and the other carefully over Tara’s so as not to make her fall, then kissed each of their cheeks. She released them and they all smiled, then said their goodbyes and Willow and Tara set off.


“Let’s just get to the road so we can grab a cab,” Willow said, walking on the grass so Tara could have reign on the sidewalk.


“We can just order a pizza if you want,” Tara replied, carefully watching out for any tricky stones that might get in her way.


Willow shrugged.


“Well, it’d be nice to continue our date night but if you’re tired we can totally bail.”


Tara smiled across.


“No, I’m fine. But we can get the T.”


“Not with that ankle, no way, no how,” Willow replied firmly, “Wanna head down to Chinatown?”


Tara nodded.


“Sure. I’ve never been.”


“Really?” Willow asked, a skip forming in her step, “I would’ve brought you sooner! I only went a couple of times but it beats take-out any day. Great atmosphere.”


They got in a cab and were quiet during the 15 minute ride to Chinatown as the driver waxed lyrical about the Sox and the game they’d blundered the previous weekend. Willow rolled her eyes at Tara a few times, but Tara was enjoying the experience and just smiled.


“That didn’t bore your soxs off?” Willow asked as the cab drove off, then grinned, “Pun intended.”


“It was very Boston. I like Boston,” Tara answered, then stopped as she looked up at the Chinatown Gate, “Wow.”


“Cool, huh?” Willow asked, enjoying her awe, “There’s a lot of people around so be careful, okay? I’m gonna stay close.”


Tara nodded and was cautious as they walked through the gate. The signs and buildings were large and some were flashing, which fascinated Tara, who got caught up in the bright lights of it all.


Willow acted as a buffer a few times between the bustling people and her distracted, injured girlfriend until she decided it was probably best they get to a more secure place.


“Wanna try this place?” she suggested as they passed a place that looked a bit nicer than some of the fast food establishments, “I’ve never had Vietnamese actually.”


“Me either,” Tara replied, angling herself towards the door, “Looks nice.”


Willow held the door open, then looked around and pointed to a nearby free booth. The walls were a deep red with yellow uplighting on the walls and flat lanterns for lampshades above. Each table was a polished mahogany, with matching chairs in the middle of the restaurant and booths to match the walls on the sides.


Willow helped Tara sit in and angled the crutches on the side safely. She then slid in beside Tara instead of going to the other side.


“Oh, hello,” Tara greeted with a smile.


Willow smiled back and picked Tara’s hand up between both of hers.


“Can’t hold your hand with the crutches, gotta steal these opportunities while I can!”


A smiley, middle aged Vietnamese man came up to them almost immediately.


“Hello! Drinks for pretty ladies tonight?”


Willow laughed and Tara found that smile utterly infectious, so much so, she blushed.


“Um, can I get a lemonade?”


“Actually can we have a pitcher?” Willow added, “With two glasses, please.”


The man nodded cheerily.


“You try chanh muối. Salty lemonade. Very good.”


“Salty?” Willow asked, quirking an eyebrow, but the man didn’t seem deterred.


“Very good.”


“Okay, we’ll try it,” Tara agreed, much to the man’s delight who scurried off, and Willow’s grimacing look, “We’ll give it a shot. It’s authentic.”


Willow picked up the menu to read, a bit grudgingly.


“I generally enjoy my lemonade with the absence of salt.”


Tara rubbed Willow’s back.


“Baby, if you don’t like it, order a regular one.”


Willow couldn’t help perking up at the pet name and even smiled when a nice icy pitcher filled with translucent yellow liquid and fresh sliced lemons was placed down along with two nice long glasses with black straws.


Tara filled their glasses and took the first brave sip. She let it settle over her tastebuds and looked amused taking another sip. Encouraged, Willow took a nice big glug of hers, then had to make a concentrated effort not to gag.


“Tastes like sweat,” she spat, wiping her napkin over her tongue.


“Willow, shush,” Tara replied, worried the other patrons or their nice server would hear, “It’s fine, I’ll drink it. Go get yourself something else.”


Tara dragged the pitcher over to her side and poured what was left of Willow’s glass into her own.


“You really like it?” Willow asked, perplexed as how the odd taste could have been pleasant to anyone.


Tara nodded and enjoyed swirling another sip around her tongue.


“Yeah, it’s like Sprite with a kick. Kinda addictive.”


Willow shook her head as she stood up to order a new drink.


“Crazy.”


She came back with a new glass of ice and small bottle of Coke.


“Anything taking your fancy?” she asked as she opened the bottle and took a sip, then filled her glass.


“Pho,” Tara replied, pointing to an item on the menu with an accompanying picture, “I saw that advertised all over. It must be popular. I think I’ll try it.”


Willow looked with her and nodded to herself, thinking it sounded tasty and ‘safe’ compared to some of the more obscure stuff on the menu.


“I might too actually, sounds nice.”


Tara glanced over to her girlfriend.


“Wanna share?”


Willow nodded happily; she liked having plenty to eat, but her love for sharing anything with Tara completely overruled it.


“Okay. Do you want chicken or beef?”


“Chicken, but I’m fine with beef if you want it,” Tara replied, relaxing back into the booth.


Their jaunty server came back to them and Willow had the menu ready to point lest she horrible mispronounce something.


“We’re going to share some chicken pho.”


“Pho Ga, yes,” the man said, writing it down, “Big bowl?”


“Um, yes, please!” Willow replied, eager at the thought of more food, “And can we get some egg rolls too? There’s no shrimp in those, right?”


The server shook his head.


“No shrimp, just pork.”


“Not about to go kosher now!” Willow replied, then quickly added on before Tara could give her a look, “Um some of those. Thanks.”


He left and Tara rested her head on Willow’s shoulder. Willow smiled and reached her other arm in to take Tara’s hand.


“Cuddler.”


“Complaining?” Tara asked, already knowing the answer.


“Never,” Willow supplied anyway, “It’s nice sitting next to each other. And the mood lighting in here is great.”


Tara glanced up at the wall.


“I love those light fixtures.”


“You love your light,” Willow replied affectionately, “Fairy lights, candles…”


“You,” Tara replied softly.


Willow turned Tara’s chin up to her and smiled.


“Sweetheart…” she said, brushing her fingers against Tara’s cheek, “You’re a light to the whole world, not just me.”


They stayed close, enjoying the intimacy of their surroundings and shared loving exchanges without being too overt. Tara inevitably starting playing footsie with her good foot and Willow was all too happy to let her.


They had to shift apart slightly when a huge bowl was set down between them, as well as a plate stacked with egg rolls and two Chinese soup spoons and two sets of chopsticks.


Willow eyed the eggrolls like candy, then spotted the chopsticks and picked them up with a smile.


“Remember teaching me?”


“Sure do,” Tara replied, gently bumping their shoulders together, “On our not-a-date.”


Willow stared at the wall for a second.


“Seems like a lifetime ago…”


She was lost in a momentary trance but pulled out hearing a quiet moan vibrate past her girlfriend’s lips. She loved that sound, but knew her hands weren’t on her girlfriend.


“Willow, taste the broth, it’s so tasty,” Tara said, drinking two more deep spoonfuls down in quick succession.


Willow got a spoonful with a couple of beansprouts and tasted it. She licked her lips and quickly went back for more as Tara did.


They were both hungry and dug in, Willow consuming most of the egg rolls, though Tara enjoyed a couple dipped in the accompanied sauce. She got some on the corner of her mouth which Willow took great pleasure in kissing away with no one to protest tucked away in their little corner with their backs to everyone.


Willow had become quite adept at using the chopsticks from the take-outs they’d shared since that first one and found the noodles in the dish quite easy to pick up. She was feeling very suave using her utensils correctly and showed off a little picking up the smaller pieces of onion and chili in the broth.


They smiled at each other every time their chopsticks hit off each other. It happened again as they were picking up noodles, and lifted to their mouth at the same time. There was a slight, unusual tug for each of them at the start but Willow’s eyes lit up as she spotted a common noodle between them.


She became deathly still lest it accidentally break, then started a gentle sucking motion. Tara cast her mind back to her childhood and realised what Willow was doing, so followed suit.


Much to Willow’s utter delight, their lips met perfectly in their middle and they kissed sweetly for just a few seconds. When they parted, Willow’s smile could have lit up the room and she was bouncing on the spot.


“I didn’t think that could actually ever happen. I wanted to do it ever since I saw Lady and the Tramp when I was seven.”


“Glad to make a dream come true,” Tara replied, patting her mouth with her napkin.


“Make all my dreams come true,” Willow replied, pressing a kiss to Tara’s cheek and lingering.


They finished the whole bowl, which was easily enough for three. They had barely pushed the bowl away when another, albeit normal-sized one with three perfect scoops of white ice-cream topped with halves of small juicy white fruit and sprigs of mint.


“Um, we didn’t order this,” Willow said, though did eye it longingly.


“On house, on house for pretty ladies,” their nice server man said.


He clasped his hands, smiled and ran off again to another table, busy as a bee.


“He’s so sweet,” Tara said, looking after him with a fond smile and saw him being as joyful with other tables.


“Mmhhmm,” Willow replied, already spoon-deep into the ice-cream, “‘ave some, it’s ay-chee.”


“It’s what?” Tara asked, peering into the bowl.


Willow swallowed what was in her mouth and scooped another spoonful.


“Lychee. Delicious. Here.”


She offered the spoon to Tara, who closed her lips around it and dragged it into her mouth. Willow couldn’t help feeling a little turned on and quickly offered her another.


Tara knew the affect she was having and made a show of dragging her lips along the second offering. They finished it all, Willow taking speedy bites between giving some to Tara.


They spent five minutes just resting and letting the food settle in their stomachs, though Willow’s hand was creeping further up Tara’s thigh as seconds passed.


Eventually Willow was ready to move their amorous mood to a setting more conducive to smoochies.


“Wanna get the check and grab a cab home?”


Tara nodded, so Willow scooted out and grabbed her purse. Tara reached for hers too, but Willow covered her hand.


“On me tonight, okay?”


“Okay,” Tara agreed with an easy smile, “Thank you. I’ll leave the tip.”


“‘Kay, you got a deal,” Willow replied with a smile, “Can you get up on your crutches yourself?”


“Uh huh,” Tara replied, already scooting out and reaching for them.


She left a nice tip on the table, then stood and got her arms into her crutches, waving to their server when he passed. He smiled and waved with both hands and Tara could feel the exuberance catching.


She was all smiles heading back out to the street and back out the impressive gate to catch a taxi.


“That was such a nice meal. Can we come back here?”


“You bet we can, the whole bill was less than 20 bucks!” Willow replied, holding Tara’s hand to ease her into the cab and grabbing the crutches to come with her, “Boston College please.”


They took off, but after a couple of minutes, Willow noticed Tara squirming slightly.


“What’s wrong honey?” she asked, putting a hand on Tara’s knee.


Tara turned her head in to whisper in Willow’s ear.


“I have to pee.”


“Shouldn’t have drunk that pitcher of sweat,” Willow replied, clicking her tongue, then grinning.


Tara squeezed her legs together and sweated out the ten minutes until they were home. She left her crutches angled against the desk and hobbled straight into the bathroom.


She returned two minutes later buttoning her pants back up and Willow chuckled.


“Must’ve been a really good pee, you look more satisfied than when I make you come.”


Tara blushed and limped over to the bed to put her foot up. Willow came up and sat on the edge and took the good foot in her lap.


“It’s time for your daily foot rub.”


Tara smiled at the gesture.


“You don’t have to do this every night, you know.”


Willow stripped Tara’s shoe and sock and bent down to kiss her toes.


“Giving this foot extra love makes up for the ouchy I caused the other one,” she said, then grinned across, “Don’t fight my Willow logic.”


She put her fingers between Tara’s toes and stretched them out.


“Can’t blame Becky for wanting a pic of these cuties.”


She moved her hand down and rubbed her thumbs into the soles, while Tara relaxed back.


“I think I’ll have to sprain my ankle more often…”


“Don’t say that,” Willow replied, voice soft and tender, “Hate seeing you in pain.”


“Crutches will be gone in a couple of days,” Tara assured lovingly, “Don’t even need them around the dorm anymore.”


Willow nodded, glad she was healing.


“You can still have as many foot rubs as you want.”


“Any time I want?” Tara asked, smiling again.


“Any time you want,” Willow answered diligently.


Tara closed her eyes and sighed softly.


“I might need them when I start my internship on Monday.”


Willow tickled and rubbed Tara’s feet just the way she knew her girlfriend liked.


“Then, my love, you will get them, along with any other help I can provide.”


Tara cracked an eye open and pointed a finger to the corner of her mouth.


“Provide one of these.”


Willow grinned and, carefully, climbed over Tara. She bumped their noses then kissed her soundly, body gently falling onto Tara’s. They kissed softly for several minutes until Tara let a little moan out during a quick reprieve.


“Your lips are still nice and spicy from dinner, even after the ice-cream.”


Willow kissed Tara’s lips again, really tasting her.


“Whereas you, Ms. Maclay, are just always hot stuff.”

[GreenEyes]

Dibs!?

[zampsa19752001]

Yay for excellent update-y goodness... I really liked their vietnamese dinner....

[willowtaralover]

YAY updatey goodness

“I got it, I got it!”

Well don't give it to me, it could be contagious

I do like the continuity here with Tara still on crutches after last episode...I mean chapter lol.

“Tara, hi, you made it!” Becky said brightly, holding onto Tara’s arm to steady her when she wobbled from the hug...

YAY more Becky, at last our three fave gals are back together

“Um, why the frilly heck do you have a photograph of us in bed?”

I can understand Willow being a bit miffed that Becky took a pic of her and Tara as they hadn't given permission but it is only their tootsies and they do have nice feet. How I know this I cannot say, only that they don't mind me looking.

“Guess we are pretty cute, huh?”

Which is why they're both so beloved by everyone

Laragh, I've heard you say that you've spent time living in New York so did you try this chanh muoi and is it any good?

Awwwwwww, the Lady and the Tramp moment was so cuuuuuuute

“Whereas you, Ms. Maclay, are just always hot stuff.”

That she is for sure :smile

Another awesome chapter and one so full of sweetness I'm just bouncing with joy 'squeeeeeeeeeee' and soon Tara starts her internship. Is Willow going to start one at the same time though I wonder.

[JustAKitty]

Thank you Laragh for yet another wonderful chapter! I'm very much enjoying catching up on the confidential series (after having been away from KB for too long), and am always eagerly awaiting the next installment (like the greedy kitten I am!).

Thank you again :-)

[branny72]

YAY UPDATE!!

I like a good prank, I must admit, but mine are (or were, I've unfortunately grown up a bit) of the bottle of tabasco in your food/prank call variety.

I think we all eventually grow up, I'm in denial that it is happening to me.

I love that Willow and Tara were there to support Becky for her show. I thought the picture of Willow and Tara sleeping from the night they stayed and helped Becky when Lucas broke up with her.

The date in Chinatown was so sweet! And who doesn't love a good foot rub!

Thank you for the amazing updates! I am looking forward to the next one.

[kimmy_s]

Hi Laragh

Wow it's been a while I can only apologise for the lack of feedback. <- this has been me at work the last few months along with ipad breakdown, illness and life in general on the sucky side!

So I'm back and determined to read and feedback all chapters that I've missed so bear with me...

Chapter 62
Willow's such a geek, I love it! I've just started watching Rizzoli and Isles (which just happens to be set in Boston) and Maura reminds me of Willow a little bit because she is a fact machine (Jane calls her googlemouth).
I feel for Tara, she associates alcohol with bad things but didn't let the past ruin the moment with her girlfriend.

Chapter 63
Oh my I did not expect the Shamrock shave from Willow what was she thinking lol! And then Tara does the same with a heart. OMG so sweet and very sexy along with Willow's little role play story, then the adorable Willow babble about going back to normal.



TBC.....

[Laragh]

GreenEyes –

Dibs!?

Well done!!

zampsa19752001 -

I really liked their vietnamese dinner....

They did too!

Thanks for commenting

willowtaralover -

YAY updatey goodness

Well don't give it to me, it could be contagious

Haha!

I do like the continuity here with Tara still on crutches after last episode...I mean chapter lol.

How fun would it be if fanfics were TV episodes? I had a dream about this the other night.

YAY more Becky, at last our three fave gals are back together

She was due a mention!

I can understand Willow being a bit miffed that Becky took a pic of her and Tara as they hadn't given permission but it is only their tootsies and they do have nice feet. How I know this I cannot say, only that they don't mind me looking.

I think it was shock more than anything else. She did appreciate how cute Tara's toes were.

Which is why they're both so beloved by everyone

That and how much they love each other.

Laragh, I've heard you say that you've spent time living in New York so did you try this chanh muoi and is it any good?

I have tried it, but not in NY. I agree with Willow's assertion that it tastes like sweat

Awwwwwww, the Lady and the Tramp moment was so cuuuuuuute

I've been wanting to do it since I first starting writing fanfiction!

That she is for sure :smile

No argument here!

Another awesome chapter and one so full of sweetness I'm just bouncing with joy 'squeeeeeeeeeee' and soon Tara starts her internship. Is Willow going to start one at the same time though I wonder.

Not at the same time, nope. Tara's is a requirement for her classes.

Thanks for your feedback

JustAKitty -

Thank you Laragh for yet another wonderful chapter! I'm very much enjoying catching up on the confidential series (after having been away from KB for too long), and am always eagerly awaiting the next installment (like the greedy kitten I am!).

Hi! Welcome back to kittenhood! Glad you're still enjoying the fic

Thank you again :-)

Thank you!

branny72 -

:banana YAY UPDATE!!

That kinda enthusiasm is so good for my soul!

I think we all eventually grow up, I'm in denial that it is happening to me.

I've tried to be in denial, it hasn't worked! Tell me your secret!

I love that Willow and Tara were there to support Becky for her show. I thought the picture of Willow and Tara sleeping from the night they stayed and helped Becky when Lucas broke up with her.

They're good friends, for sure.

The date in Chinatown was so sweet! And who doesn't love a good foot rub!

I always think a foot rub is really intimate, because (and this is probably just me) but feet are kinda gross, so it's big if you're fine with touching someone else's or letting someone else touch yours!

:sigh Thank you for the amazing updates! I am looking forward to the next one.

Thank you so much for the feedback and I hope you continue to enjoy it!

kimmy_s -

Hi Laragh

Hi Kim!

Wow it's been a while I can only apologise for the lack of feedback. <- this has been me at work the last few months along with ipad breakdown, illness and life in general on the sucky side!

No apology needed, I know that feeling! I got bogged down in stuff last year and I couldn't even write for a few months. I hope things are easing off for you and you get some relaxation and better things happening

So I'm back and determined to read and feedback all chapters that I've missed so bear with me...

Nice to have you back

Chapter 62
Willow's such a geek, I love it! I've just started watching Rizzoli and Isles (which just happens to be set in Boston) and Maura reminds me of Willow a little bit because she is a fact machine (Jane calls her googlemouth).

I love Rissoli and Isles and I've always gotten a Willow-vibe to Maura too. I could imagine Willow being an ME. I'm sure given the gay fans there could be a W/T-Rizzles crossover at some stage. (I just realised I have W/T in Boston here...maybe I could throw in a cameo at some stage, but then again, a detective and medical examiner aren't who you want showing up at your door!)

I feel for Tara, she associates alcohol with bad things but didn't let the past ruin the moment with her girlfriend.

It's a process, she's slowly getting to the point where that association will lift.

Oh my I did not expect the Shamrock shave from Willow what was she thinking lol! And then Tara does the same with a heart.

I think she was thinking it was a funny joke that got way too real too fast! But good ole' Tara, always wants her to feel better...

OMG so sweet and very sexy along with Willow's little role play story, then the adorable Willow babble about going back to normal.

Glad you enjoyed it, it was bit of fun, senseless frivolity!

Thanks for your feedback

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Update Directly Below

[Laragh]

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TITLE: College Confidential

AUTHOR: Laragh

CHAPTER RATING: PG-13

DISCLAIMER: Willow, Tara and any other characters from the Buffy the Vampire Slayer franchise belong to Joss Whedon, FOX, ME and a whole host of other entities, none of which are me.

SUMMARY: The first part of the prequel to Hacker Confidential and Family Confidential - the college years!

SPOILERS: Perhaps minor references to the show or stealage of dialogue, but nothing that would spoil the series.

FEEDBACK: Yes please

Chapter 67

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Tara stared up at the ceiling, as she had been doing in the hours since they’d gone to bed.


While Willow was fast asleep and snoring softly into Tara’s neck, slumber had evaded Tara as worries for the next morning plagued her mind.


Her first internship in the foster home started the next day and she had huge anxieties. As long as she had known she could have a career, helping children was all she wanted to do and it killed her to think all her dreams and work during college could go down the drain if she just didn’t have the competency to actually do it.


She glanced at the alarm clock but that didn’t encourage any sleep. She sighed and thought about turning on the light to read, but Willow started to move around first. She stayed still to let her girlfriend get comfortable again, but instead Willow rolled out of bed and groggily padded across to the bathroom.


The toilet flushed a minute later and Willow came back out, though jumped in the middle of the floor and almost fell on her ass.


“Fuck! Jesus Tara you scared me half to death! I thought you were asleep!”


“I didn’t do anything,” Tara protested, having not moved an inch.


Willow scoffed and got back into bed, yanking the blanket more over herself.


“Your eyes were all bright…in the dark!”


“Sorry for having eyes,” Tara replied, turning her back.


Willow looked over, then shuffled over and embraced Tara from behind.


“I’m sorry I was grumpy,” she said with a sleepy kiss behind Tara’s ear, “Did I wake you up?”


Tara shook her head.


“I can’t sleep.”


“Worried about tomorrow?” Willow asked, giving Tara’s mid-section a squeeze, “You’re gonna be great.”


Tara didn’t respond but Willow didn’t need her to.


“I know you don’t believe me but in say, sixteen hours or so, you will.”


Tara covered Willow’s hand on her belly.


“Glad one of us believes in me.”


“Oh, Tara,” Willow replied, inhaling softly from her girlfriend, “You’re gonna see. And I’ll just cuddle you ‘til you do.”


Tara settled a little easier and closed her eyes.


She wouldn’t sleep, but being awake in Willow’s arms was the very best she could ask as a consolation prize.

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Willow woke again, though had the more pleasant experience of waking to sunlight and not darkness. She reached for Tara but just found more sheets. She wearily opened her eyes and looked around, finally seeing Tara sitting at the desk, applying some make-up.


She shuffled out, rubbing her eyes, and put a hand on Tara’s shoulder.


“Baby, did you sleep?” she asked, affectionately touching her girlfriend’s cheek when she turned around, “I don’t have to ask, I can see your eyes.”


Tara spun back around sharply at that and started furiously dabbing make-up under her eyes.


“I didn’t mean…” Willow tried but sensed it didn’t matter what she said, “You look really nice. Is that a new shirt?”


Tara stood up and walked over to the mirror.


“Yeah, I swapped it out at the clothes bank when I volunteered last weekend.”


Willow felt a pang of guilt; she’d organised her finances to give a bit to a sister shelter to the one Mia had brought them to every month, but had neglected to give time, even with Tara making a weekly trip at the very least.


“I could have bought you a shirt,” she answered meagrely to try and offset the guilt somewhere.


Tara tried to straighten it out, distressed.


“You can tell it’s old, can’t you? Does it seem lazy?”


“No, no. It’s great,” Willow rushed to reassure, “Professional. Can’t even tell it’s second-hand. Really.”


Tara didn’t seem convinced but didn’t have time to wallow.


“I have to go, I want to be there early.”


She grabbed the purse she had picked out and had ready with everything she needed and made for the door. Willow ran over and grabbed her wrist.


“Stop, stop, stop,” she said, turning Tara to her and looking her straight in the eye, “I love you. Believe in yourself, or at least know that I do, one hundred percent.”


She held Tara’s cheeks gently and leaned in to give her a peck for good luck. Tara took in a sharp breath and rushed into the bathroom.


“My lipstick.”


“I’m sorry,” Willow called after, feeling like she was doing everything wrong, as Tara dashed back out, “I love you. You’re gonna do–”


The door slammed before she could finish and she sighed, but took out her phone and texted the rest.


Tara walked as fast as she could to the T station without wrinkling her clothes or ruining her make-up with sweat. She held her purse to her chest as she rode the train and remembered at the last second to turn her phone off. She noticed the message icon before she shut it off and read Willow’s text. Then reread it until she almost missed her stop and had to sprint off the train before the doors closed.


She got bumped into so much leaving the platform; she was glad she’d brought a compact mirror to straighten out again, though could never be totally unconcerned about her appearance.


She arrived at the building and checked the address twice as well as the sign to make sure it matched where she was supposed to be. Once sure, and with a final smoothing down of everything, she walked inside.


There was a reception desk near the front with one woman sitting behind it and another at the front, flicking through mail. She approached and spoke to the girl behind.


“Hi, um, I’m Tara, Tara Maclay. I’m–”


“The new intern,” the other woman said, turning to Tara with a smile, “I just saw your name on an email on the way in. I’m Vanessa, the director. Come with me.”


Tara dutifully followed Vanessa down a corridor with various doors marked with different people’s names.


“So this is our main office where we do admin and technical work. You’ll have a few days here over your two weeks, experiencing what we do here. It is a critical part of the agency. Here is where we co-ordinate parent counselling and preparation, foster care placement, we administer home studies, infant placement, facilitate open adoption and post-placement supervision. We also offer family and individual therapy, crisis intervention and search/reunion services when both parties are willing.”


Tara grabbed a notepad out of her purse and starting making notes. Vanessa saw and gave a slight smile as she brought them into her office at the end of the hall.


“You’re doing well in college?”


Tara made a gesture to indicate agreement.


“Oh yes, yes. I’ve completed all my required classes and have an emphasis on child welfare and development.”


Vanessa nodded.


“Well we’ll have you rotate around so you get experience in all departments. You’re here for a very condensed period of practice, so we expect you to work hard and keep up.”


“Yes ma’am,” Tara replied, nodding obediently.


Vanessa offered another smile and a shoulder squeeze.


“Don’t be so scared, if you pull your weight you’ll get on fine. Do you have your evaluation papers?”


Tara opened her purse and handed her a brown envelope with the evaluation papers she’d have to bring back to her professors when her stint was over. Vanessa did a brief look through to make sure they were there, then left it on her desk.


“Okay, I’ll make sure each department has a copy, just make sure you get them from me before you leave for good. Do you have any questions?”


Tara hadn’t prepared any questions, but didn’t want to seem unorganised.


“Um…h-how are you different to the state department for children?”


Vanessa sat on the corner of her desk.


“We don’t intervene in custody issues relating to welfare of children and specialise in domestic adoption. Pregnant women will come to us looking to facilitate an adoption. We find parents in 90% of cases pre-birth and those who don’t stay in our residential care home until parents are found. And that is where we’re sending you today, actually, we are short-staffed as a carer just had to leave suddenly with illness,” she replied, then smiled warmly as a man knocked and walked in, “And this is who will be taking care of you today. Carl, Tara, I told you about her; Tara, Carl. He’s one of six full time carers we have in our home that rotate, so there’s always at least two adults there. You’ll spend your first week there, learning how the home works, the needs and requirements of the children, etc, then next week we’ll bring you back here for this side of things. Carl, I know you need to get back, so Tara, are you ready?”


“Y-yes,” Tara replied and quickly cleared her throat, “Yes, ready.”


“Great, come with,” Carl replied, giving Tara a friendly smile and revealing very white teeth which contrasted nicely with his jet black, floppy hair and dark bronze skin, “I’ll show you the ropes.”


The r’s rolled off his tongue smoothly with his very slight Guatemalan-influenced accent and Tara thought she saw Vanessa fan herself with a piece of paper on the corner of the desk.


Tara figured he was quite handsome to her untrained eye and sensed this was thought throughout, as the company of mostly women all looked up from their offices as they walked back through. He brought them out and opened the passenger door of an old but perfectly clean car, then moved around to the driver’s side.


“The house is out in the suburbs a bit,” he said as he fastened his safety belt, “Where do you go to school?”


“BC,” Tara replied, securing her belt too.


“Great,” Carl replied with a smile, “That’s on the way, so I can collect you in the mornings if you want. The bus serves the area, but you’d be wasting an hour.”


“Oh, thank you very much,” Tara replied, feeling at ease by his welcoming attitude.


Carl pulled out of from the curb and turned the radio on low.


“So I heard you ask about the difference from the state. I’ve worked in state homes and private, and the level of care is excellent in both. I would say the private homes are better equipped to deal with infants, because most of the children there are. The state homes can have all kinds of children from newborn to eighteen,” he replied, then glanced at her and leaned over like he was telling a secret, “They’ll never say it in the office of course, but the main difference is money. People willing to pay for a more streamlined adoption. All I care about is a child going to a wanted family, and you’d be surprised how many people are vying for one of these jobs. Just wouldn’t want to prejudice you against the state by working here. It’s just different avenues.”


“Of course,” Tara replied, appreciating his honesty, and noting it in her notebook.


“You’re not going to have time for too much writing on the job,” Carl said with a laugh, “How are you with babies?”


Tara blushed and put her paper back in her purse.


“I’ve looked after some a little,” she said, unsure whether helping out in the day-care at shelters in high school and in recent times counted.


“Can you change a diaper?” Carl asked, quirking an eyebrow.


Tara laughed.


“Yes.”


Carl nodded and smiled too.


“I’ll try to make sure you’re getting a varied experience, but you should probably expect some scut work.”


“That’s okay…” Tara replied genuinely, “I really appreciate the opportunity.”


“Are you interning anywhere else?” Carl enquired, indicating onto a new street that was the start of more suburban housing.


“At the YMCA when this is over and I applied for the state department for next year,” Tara replied, and Carl looked impressed.


“Wow, you’re organised.”


Tara nodded, very serious.


“They can only take a few people, everyone wants to get in.”


“I remember, I was one of them,” Carl replied and noted Tara’s surprise, “I did a degree in Social Work but opted to work in the carer field instead. My internships helped me decide that actually, so I’m always happy to see someone doing a few instead of all in one place. We’re just up here on the right.”


He pulled into a driveway of a large, detached house that looked nondescript from any other house on the street, with a neatly tended lawn and the agency name on a sign where you might see a house name. Carl led her in.


“We have a baby room and a toddler room downstairs, but no toddlers at the moment so you’ll be with the babies. We’re all specialised in infant care, so you will of course be supervised at all times,” he said, bringing her through the house to a large room where two women and six babies were, the babies in the same see-through cots that were in a hospital nursery.


“Carl, finally,” one of the women said, approaching, then walking straight past them and into an office.


“Sorry, picking up the intern,” Carl called after, then addressed Tara, “That is and was Sherry, one of our night nurses we have in resident, forgive her brusque manner, I assume it’s been a long night and she still has to write up reports.”


He brought her over to the other woman, who was assembling some bottles.


“And this is Lisa, our other carer. I will leave you in her capable hands, I need to get a handover from Sherry.”


He left for the same office and Tara watched him go a little lost for a moment, then approached the other woman.


“Um, hi. I’m Tara. My mom’s name was Lisa,” she said, then felt stupid for saying so.


Lisa just smiled though and continued making up the bottles.


“Hi Tara,” she said, then nodded towards the door with a grin, “So you met Dr. Dishy.”


Tara looked behind herself, confused.


“Um…I’m sorry?”


“Carl. Well, he’s not a doctor yet, but he’s getting his PhD in childhood development at the moment, so we call him that,” Lisa replied and saw Tara’s raised eyebrows, “He knows, it’s a friendly work thing.”


“Oh, I’m sure,” Tara replied, more concerned with not wanting to give too much away about herself than any nicknames they had going around, “Um, so, is there always children here to care for? V…Vanessa said 90% of the children are placed pre-birth.”


“There’s always at least one, but they come and go very quick. Newborn American babies are in high demand,” Lisa replied airily but when met with the same look realised she was being too at ease given Tara’s inexperience, “Forgive me, this must seem so impersonal when you haven’t been here a while.”


“No, no. It’s good, and they all seem very happy,” Tara replied, hoping she hadn’t got on anyone’s bad side, “Um, what can I do?”


“I’ll show you how to change a diaper and then you can take the initiative from there – if you see one that need’s changing, go ahead and do it.”


“I’ve changed a few diapers before,” Tara replied, not dreading the task too much.


Lisa nodded and brought Tara over to a sink.


“Great, it shouldn’t be a problem, but I need to show you the regulated way. Number one and most important. Always wash your hands.”


Tara thoroughly scrubbed her hands, as did Lisa.


“We have a routine; feeding, playing, walking etc, obviously newborns have more specialised needs. We have to write a report on each baby we have in care every evening. The night carers and nurses do the same. Tonight, I’ll have you write some with me and then I’ll get you to submit your own the following nights too. Now, let’s start with Trent here.”


Tara noted the baby’s name on the little plague on the cot and made sure to remember to learn all of the others too. She was shown the right way to diaper, then to dress and feed.


It was more hectic than she imagined and saw Lisa had to write down carefully every little thing as she did it; some things being left to memory as she was called on to help.


She had the hardship of dealing with the colic-y screams of one baby, then the joy of introducing another to his new parents. The easiest part turned out to be writing up the report and she was thankful she’d been able to jot down a few things along the way to help.


She got a lift back with Carl, who gave her his card and took her number so they could arrange rides for the morning. She thanked him profusely and politely, then walked across campus to the dorm with a spring in her step.


When she walked in, Willow jumped up from the desk and came over to her eagerly.


“Hey!” she greeted, kissing Tara’s cheek, “How was it?”


A slow smile spread across Tara’s face, full of joy. Her cheeks were straining under the weight of it and flushed with happiness.


“I know this is what I’m meant to do.”


Willow was almost fit to burst with pride and relief, having spent most of the day anxious despite her positivity that morning. She flung her arms around her girlfriend and squeezed tight.


“Tara, that’s so great.”


She held on, wanting to convey just how happy she was.


“Told you. I told you!” she said, grin matching Tara’s, “Tell me all about it.”


Tara left her satchel down and sat on the bed to take off her shoes while launching into a detailed account of her day.


“…and I think they were kind of jealous I was getting rides with the hot guy.”


Willow’s body jarred a little from where she was standing in front of Tara.


“Hot?” she asked, voice rising at the end despite her best efforts to seem casual.


“I mean, objectively, he was hot,” Tara replied, cocking her head in thought, “I think. All the girls were looking. It was kind of funny actually.”


Willow chuckled awkwardly.


“Hot and good with kids, I bet he has the ladies lining up.”


Tara shrugged one shoulder.


“Probably, I didn’t ask. Shouldn’t assume actually, he might not even date women.”


“Oh, so he’s gay?” Willow asked, body deflating a little.


Tara looked up and quirked an eyebrow.


“I don’t know, but I am.”


Willow scratched the back of her neck, avoiding eye contact for a moment.


“Busted,” she said, offering a contrite and apologetic look, “Being silly. Still working on the whole jealously thing. Know I have nothing to worry about. My stuff, my insecurities, not you.”


“It’s okay,” Tara replied, standing and kissing Willow’s cheek, “I’m sure I have my own moments too.”


“Thanks,” Willow said, rubbing Tara’s shoulder affectionately, “Hey, let me take you out.”


“Where?” Tara asked, bouncing delicately from heel to toe.


“Wherever you want,” Willow replied, delighted Tara didn’t have her usual shyness around the idea, “That Chinese place you really like. Or somewhere else. Anywhere.”


“Let’s try somewhere new,” Tara said, going over to the closet, “What should I wear?”


Willow bounced over.


“Let’s get dressed up and everything. I’m so proud of you, I just have to show you off.”


Tara blushed but couldn’t stop her smile. She picked out a tight-ish, black, floral-themed dress with three-quarter length sleeves and went into the bathroom to shower and get ready. Willow found a greyish-green, patterned, long-sleeved dress that was flowed more at the sleeves and she hoped complimented Tara nicely.


Tara came out a little while later, dressed immaculately with just some light make-up and pretty pink lips.


Willow’s eyes nearly popped out of her head and she had to take a hold of the nearby chair to steady her knees.


“Whoa,” was all she could muster, but it was enough to make Tara smile coyly.


“Ready?”


“If my legs will hold me,” Willow replied, still scanning Tara from head to toe.


Tara held out a hand for her to take.


“My hand will hold you.”


Willow beamed and took a firm hold with both hands.


“Then let’s go.”

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(TBC
...sorry it's short. Got bad news. Check back next time for date-y goodness )

[zampsa19752001]

Dibs-y Goodness...

Yay for great update-y goodness... Yay for Tara's first day of Internship... I'm glad that it went ok... Can't wait for their date...

[branny72]

I'm very sorry to hear about the bad news. I hope everything is alright!

Thank you for taking the time to post. I loved the account of Tara's first day. I'm looking forward to the date!

[willowtaralover]

YAY new College Confidential

...slumber had evaded Tara as worries for the next morning plagued her mind. Her first internship in the foster home started the next day and she had huge anxieties.

I can totally empathise and sympathise with Tara here. whenever I'm about to start on a new endeavour I am always full of anxieties but these usually turn out to be unfounded. I hope the same goes for Tara as she has suffered a little too much in her young life and I'd hate to see her get hurt some more.

Willow came back out,...jumped in the middle of the floor and almost fell on her ass.

ha ha ha

It's just so wonderful seeing Willow hugging and assuring Tara, telling her that she'll be great in her placement. I've said it loads before but I'm gonna say it again, every single one of us needs a girlfriend like Willow and/or Tara. And Laragh my friend, I hope you have someone like that in your life because you deserve it.

What's the 'scut' work that Carl refers to? Is it like basic but crappy jobs that may not be liked but still need to be done, in this case changing diapers?

A slow smile spread across Tara’s face, full of joy. Her cheeks were straining under the weight of it and flushed with happiness.

“I know this is what I’m meant to do.”

YAY for Tara

Hey buddy hope the news isn't too bad and things turn out well for you. Don't worry about the length of the chapter, for me it's the quality of the writing and not the quantity in a story and you always provide quality stories. You just take care now and look after yourself and I'll see (or rather) read you in two weeks time.

[love_2003]

Great update. Glad to see that Tara's first day went well. It is completely understandable that she would be nervous; luckily Willow is so sympathetic and didn't take offense when Tara was tense.
Looking forward to the next update.

[kimmy_s]

Hey Laragh

So I'm going to do another post for more feedback as I don't want you to miss it next time if I tag it along to my other post.

Work is still bogging me down but life seems to have settled a little. My girlfriend's son has gone back to live with his other mum permanently after living with us for nearly a year. It's sad to see him go and my girlfriend isn't taking it well but we'll see him for the holidays.

Chapter 64
Willow and the Oreo's - that was me when I first discovered them after moving to Oz, except i think my first one broke into 50 pieces as I attempted to twist it apart and dunk it! Oh and the Oreo sex game wowie that was H-O-T!!
Aww homework can wait from Willow...it must be true love but we all knew that anyway!

Chapter 65


TBC.......

[Laragh]

zampsa19752001 -

Dibs-y Goodness...

Yay for great update-y goodness... Yay for Tara's first day of Internship... I'm glad that it went ok... Can't wait for their date...

So glad you enjoyed it!

Thanks for commenting!

branny72 -

I'm very sorry to hear about the bad news. I hope everything is alright!

It is now, my great grandmother died unexpectedly (so much in that she wasn't sick, but was old so not totally out of the blue). But I'm feeling better, thanks

Thank you for taking the time to post. I loved the account of Tara's first day. I'm looking forward to the date!

Glad you liked it, and hope you like the continuation

Thanks for your comment!

willowtaralover -

YAY new College Confidential

I can totally empathise and sympathise with Tara here. whenever I'm about to start on a new endeavour I am always full of anxieties but these usually turn out to be unfounded. I hope the same goes for Tara as she has suffered a little too much in her young life and I'd hate to see her get hurt some more.

I think most people are the same, those nerves fire up in your belly and are hard to get rid of!

ha ha ha

It's just so wonderful seeing Willow hugging and assuring Tara, telling her that she'll be great in her placement. I've said it loads before but I'm gonna say it again, every single one of us needs a girlfriend like Willow and/or Tara. And Laragh my friend, I hope you have someone like that in your life because you deserve it.

Thank you, that is very sweet I agree, Willow and Tara are the best girlfriends in the world!

What's the 'scut' work that Carl refers to? Is it like basic but crappy jobs that may not be liked but still need to be done, in this case changing diapers?

Pretty much exactly!

YAY for Tara

She did good! We're proud of her

Hey buddy hope the news isn't too bad and things turn out well for you. Don't worry about the length of the chapter, for me it's the quality of the writing and not the quantity in a story and you always provide quality stories. You just take care now and look after yourself and I'll see (or rather) read you in two weeks time.

Thanks buddy, it's super appreciated

Thanks for your feedback!

love_2003 -

Great update. Glad to see that Tara's first day went well. It is completely understandable that she would be nervous; luckily Willow is so sympathetic and didn't take offense when Tara was tense.
Looking forward to the next update.

So glad you liked it, it's really fun for me to start Tara's journey into the job we know she loves so much.

Thanks for commenting

kimmy_s -

Hey Laragh

Hi!

So I'm going to do another post for more feedback as I don't want you to miss it next time if I tag it along to my other post.

Sounds good!

Work is still bogging me down but life seems to have settled a little. My girlfriend's son has gone back to live with his other mum permanently after living with us for nearly a year. It's sad to see him go and my girlfriend isn't taking it well but we'll see him for the holidays.

Aww man, I'm sorry, that sounds rough :( My brother lived with his father and I know it was always tough on my mom when he went home after Christmases and stuff.

Chapter 64
Willow and the Oreo's - that was me when I first discovered them after moving to Oz, except i think my first one broke into 50 pieces as I attempted to twist it apart and dunk it! Oh and the Oreo sex game wowie that was H-O-T!!

Wait, you discovered Oreos, not TimTams?!

Aww homework can wait from Willow...it must be true love but we all knew that anyway!

Everyone has their own ways of saying 'I love you', and that sure is one from Willow!

Thanks for commenting

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[Laragh]

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TITLE: College Confidential

AUTHOR: Laragh

CHAPTER RATING: NC-17

DISCLAIMER: Willow, Tara and any other characters from the Buffy the Vampire Slayer franchise belong to Joss Whedon, FOX, ME and a whole host of other entities, none of which are me.

SUMMARY: The first part of the prequel to Hacker Confidential and Family Confidential - the college years!

SPOILERS: Perhaps minor references to the show or stealage of dialogue, but nothing that would spoil the series.

FEEDBACK: Yes please

Chapter 68

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Previously:

“Ready?”


“If my legs will hold me,” Willow replied, still scanning Tara from head to toe.


Tara held out a hand for her to take.


“My hand will hold you.”


Willow beamed and took a firm hold with both hands.


“Then let’s go.”

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Willow held Tara’s hand with a gentle swing as they strolled through the city streets. It was in the latter part of twilight with night settling and streetlamps glowing.


They weren’t in any particular rush to any restaurant but Willow was getting peckish enough to warrant some lead being taken.


“So…anywhere take your fancy?”


Tara shook her head.


“Somewhere new, like I said. I want something I’ve never had before.”


“Wow, okay,” Willow replied, thinking, “Well I know you’ve had Chinese and Thai and Italian and American…we had Mexican a couple of times…Vietnamese last week…what about something like Greek or Lebanese?”


“Greek sounds interesting,” Tara replied, “I like those stuffed vine leaves things they do in the cafeteria sometimes. I have that restaurant guide we picked up.”


She handed the leaflet out to Willow who folded it out into a map.


“Let me see if there’s one nearby.”

They stopped and stood up near a wall so they weren’t in anyone’s way while Willow roamed her eyes around the paper.


“Okay there’s one four blocks away but it's only two stars, or there's a better one a few T stops away,” she said, folding the guide away and handing it back to Tara, “I’m taking you to the nice place, case closed.”


“You’re sexy when you’re authoritative,” Tara said with a crooked smile, leaving the guide back into her bag.


“You should see me when it’s my turn to take lead in Chem Lab,” Willow replied, matching her grin, “You’d probably knock the Bunsen burner to the floor and take me right there.”


“I hope it isn’t turned on,” Tara replied, tone appropriately concerned.


“I’d be the only thing turned on,” Willow said, waggling her eyebrows, “Besides you’re the only thing lighting my fire.”


Tara couldn’t help but laugh.


“Is it a two for one on cheese today?”


“You loved it,” Willow replied, bumping Tara’s hip.


Tara put her arm around Willow’s waist.


“I love you.”


Willow smiled shyly and rested her head on Tara’s shoulder for a few moments. They got the train and walked another few blocks to the restaurant Willow had scouted, which had a buzz but tables still available.


They sat at a two-seater by the window and ordered iced tea for them both. Willow was quick to pick up her menu.


“Wow. Boiled octopus,” she said as she scanned the appetizers, “A ‘heck’ and a ‘no’ to that one.”


“It could be delicious,” Tara replied, smiling across the table, “Be adventurous.”


“If I’m trying it, you’re trying it,” Willow countered, hoping that would end it.


Tara nodded.


“Sure.”


Willow’s face fell but she quickly sat up straight.


“Good. Great actually. Can’t wait.”


Tara smiled, bemused, and picked her own menu up.


“It all looks so interesting…what are you getting?”


Willow closed her menu and left it down in front of her.


“The grilled lamb skewers and the fried okra and eggplant. What about you?”


Tara spent another minute looking everything over before deciding.


“Goat stew.”


Willow’s eyes almost bugged out of her head.


“You meant it when you said something new,” she said, shaking her head, “Sorry but you’re on your own with that one.”


“Okay, Ms. Boring,” Tara replied playfully, then stood, “I’ll be right back, I have to go to the bathroom. Order for me if the waitress comes back.”


Willow nodded, eyes still clouded slightly with disgust. Tara returned a few minutes later and settled the napkin back on her lap.


“Did you order?”


Willow nodded.


“Yeah.”


“Oh good, I’m getting hungry,” Tara replied, taking a sip from her drink, “I like this place, the yellow and red walls really pop.”


Willow followed Tara’s gaze to the walls but couldn’t stop herself from blurting out.


“Do you wish I was more fun?”


Tara was surprised but just smiled easy and reached over the table to take both of Willow’s hands.


“You’re plenty of fun.”


Willow shook her head.


“I’m not, really. Never go wild.”


“If I wanted wild, I’d go on a safari,” Tara replied, squeezing Willow’s hands, but frowned when her girlfriend looked away, “What brought this on?”


Willow kept her gaze down.


“You said I was boring.”


Tara’s heart almost broke at Willow’s tone and she quickly scooted her chair around one side so they were sitting in an L-shape around in the table instead of across from each other.


“I was just playing. You’re not boring,” she said, lifting a hand to brush some hair away from Willow’s brow, “I get excited at the end of the day knowing I’m coming home to you.”


“To just watch TV and read?” Willow asked, feeling quite inadequate.


“No. To watch TV and read with you. It wouldn’t matter if we were bungee jumping, you’re the common factor,” Tara clarified, touching Willow’s cheek affectionately, “I wouldn’t go out at all if you didn’t take me. If anything I’m the boring one.”


Willow was quick to shake her head.


“No, I just have to be sitting with you and I–”


She stopped as she realised she was repeating almost exactly what Tara was saying and understood the sentiment.


“Sorry. Took it all personal-gal.”


Tara chanced a chaste but sweet kiss on Willow’s cheek.


“That’s okay. I’m glad you said something so you weren’t upset all night.”


Willow put a hand on Tara’s knee under the table.


“Stay there, I like you close.”


“I like being close,” Tara replied, cheeks flushing as Willow slid under her dress and onto her thigh.


Tara pushed her seat in right under the tablecloth to keep their under-the-table antics discreet and found she was quite thrilled by the attention.


“Who says you’re not exciting?”


Willow hadn’t been trying to prove anything, but was delighted by that response. She squeezed Tara’s thigh to elicit a bigger blush, but had to take her hand back when their appetizers arrived.


“I got the grape leaves since you said you liked them.”


“You’re a sweetie,” Tara replied, dipping her finger into the accompanying tzatziki, “Mmm, that’s really tasty.”


Willow’s attention was on the baby octopus, which was served whole in the middle of the plate; legs curled and taunting her. Tara saw her look and went to cut some off.


“I’ll go first.”


She speared it with her fork and chewed it thoughtfully for a few seconds.


“It’s good, Willow,” she said, swallowing it down, “Kinda tastes like lobster.”


“I like lobster…” Willow replied, cautiously poking it, “Okay, here goes…?”


She wasn’t sure she was actually going to do it until she had it in her mouth. She held it there for a second too long.


Tara watched Willow’s eyes widen in a panic and hands start to flap at her face.


“Willow, what’s wrong?” Tara asked, alarmed, rubbing her back vigorously.


They were drawing attention and a couple of people were approaching to help when Willow finally made a grab for her drink and downed it all at once.


She coughed a couple of times when she finished and wiped her mouth, scowling.


“What happened, were you choking?” Tara asked, signalling a silent thank you with her hands at the other patrons as they returned to her seat.


“It wrapped around my uvula! Evil stinkin’ octopus!” Willow spat, feeling a sensation akin to a spider crawling up her back inside her mouth, “You’re on my list, Ursula!”


“Okay, it’s okay,” Tara replied soothingly, doing well not to laugh.


“It just slid right down!” Willow continued, unable to shake the feeling. It hadn’t hindered her breathing but it was alarming and unpleasant all the same.


Tara quickly covered the plate with her napkin.


“Look, it’s gone,” she said, pushing it away so Willow didn’t have to see, “Have a vine leaf.”


She dipped one in the sauce and held it up to Willow’s lips. Willow wasn’t keen to put anything else in her mouth, but couldn’t resist the allure of eating from Tara’s fingers.


She bit it off and let her tongue take a sneaky poke of Tara’s skin and chewed it slowly. It went down a lot easier and the flavours masked what had come before. Taking the second bite from Tara made the experience two-fold.


“Yeah, they’re nice,” she admitted, eyes glancing down to Tara’s fingers, “Very nice.”


Tara rubbed the small of Willow’s back again for comfort. Willow accepted another stuffed vine leaf from Tara’s hand and her cheeks started to calm down from the flame that had come on them.


She offered one back to Tara the same way, who took it with a smile and they were right back in their own little world. Their dishes were taken and mains served, and Willow was far more in her comfort zone as she gnawed on her skewers.


“What’s your goat like?” she asked as Tara ate a piece of the meat from her stew.


“I don’t know how to describe it, really,” Tara replied, wiping the corner of her mouth with her napkin, “It’s strong. It’s good. Do you want to try some?”


Willow grimaced.


“Sorry, I just can’t.”


“You don’t have to,” Tara replied lovingly, “Is your lamb nice?”


“Yeah, it’s delicious,” Willow replied, offering her a piece.


They ate their meals with no disruption this time and shared a baklava for dessert; mostly sharing forkfuls and sweet smiles over the glow of the candle in the middle of the table.


Tara had slipped her shoe off and was running her toes along Willow’s calf.


“I hope that’s your foot,” Willow said, head resting on her fist as she gently rubbed Tara’s arm.


“I hope it is too,” Tara replied, smiling sweetly.


Willow knew they were getting to the limit of physical contact that Tara was comfortable with in public and needed a little cool air herself.


“Will I get the check?” she asked, hand sliding from Tara’s arm.


Tara nodded, so they paid and headed out. They strolled back towards the T station, but Tara was starting to wiggle as they neared.


“I need to go the bathroom.”


“You have the tiniest bladder in the world,” Willow remarked, shaking her head.


“I was fixing my lipstick earlier, not peeing,” Tara replied, flushing slightly with embarrassment.


Willow pointed up ahead.


“Go into that hotel up there.”


Tara walked ahead and went inside, while Willow waited outside patiently. When Tara didn’t reappear after a few minutes, Willow went investigating to make sure her girlfriend hadn’t fallen into the toilet. She found Tara looking into a function room where music was playing, and as she approached, saw some dancing.


“There you are,” she said, coming up and putting a hand on the small of Tara’s back.


“They’re having a dance social,” Tara said back, pointing to a poster hanging on the door.


Willow chuckled.


“Did I walk into the 1950’s?”


Tara took Willow’s hand and pulled her into the room.


“Come dance with me.”


Willow tried to skid to a halt.


“This is dancing-dancing. Not general flailing in front of a band. Or Snoopy dancing. Or dance-machine dancing. This is real dancing.”


The other couples, young and old, were dancing a waltz, so Tara put one hand behind Willow’s shoulder and held their opposite hands out at a ninety degree angle.


“You can do it,” she said with a soft encouraging smile, “When I go forward, you go back; when I go left, you go right. We go side to side together.”


Willow gaped down at their feet and tried to follow as best she could, albeit with some stumbling and foot-stepping. Everyone politely clapped everyone else when the music finished, and a small, tanned, European-looking man approached Tara, tapping her shoulder and offering his hand with a charming smile.


Tara declined with a gracious shake of her head.


“Oh, no–”


“It’s okay, I don’t mind,” Willow interrupted, stepping back with an embarrassed smile, “You should dance with someone good.”


“I mind,” Tara replied, taking a step towards Willow, “I don’t want to dance with anyone but you.”


She looked behind to the man.


“Sorry.”


He just smiled and moved onto someone else while new music started, still slow but not a defined dance. Tara took the stance with Willow again and started to lead them around.


“I wouldn’t have minded if you said yes,” Willow said, following without realising.


“I know, but I didn’t want to,” Tara replied, smiling, “I didn’t come in here to dance, I came in here to dance with you. Have you forgotten what I said earlier already?”


“No,” Willow replied, smiling back, then ducked her head.


“What?” Tara questioned, finding Willow’s eyes.


Willow smiled sheepishly.


“Just had a funny thought.”


“I like funny thoughts,” Tara encouraged.


“That I want to learn so I don’t embarrass you on our wedding day,” Willow said softly, keeping her eyes locked with Tara.


“You won’t embarrass me,” Tara replied without missing a beat.


“How do you know?” Willow asked, eager to be as assured as Tara.


Tara’s eyes twinkled and she twirled Willow on the spot.


“Because you’re doing it right now.”


Willow gasped as her hand connected with Tara’s again and her whole face brightened.


“I did a twirl! And I’m dancing! Properly!”


She got so excited she inadvertently took over the lead, which Tara fell into seamlessly. The music turned slower and they naturally gravitated together; Willow with her hands on Tara’s hips and Tara with her arms crossed behind Willow’s neck.


“Are you really gonna marry me?” Willow asked softly, though her smile said she already knew the answer.


“Wild horses couldn’t stop me,” Tara replied, getting in a discreet nose-bump.


Willow, however, just pouted.


“Why would you ruin a lovely moment by bringing up those mean things?”


“I’m sorry,” Tara replied, doing her best to sound contrite through a smile, “No horses and no octopus.”


“And no frogs,” Willow added, shuddering.


Tara leant her head onto Willow’s shoulder and whispered in her ear.


“Just us.”


Willow copied the motion and they just swayed, holding each other. Some faster music came on and they bowed to each other with big smiles.


“Wanna get out of here?” Tara asked, touching Willow’s collarbone.


“I thought you wanted to dance,” Willow replied, gesturing around.


“I do,” Tara replied, gaze dropping momentarily to Willow’s lips, “In private.”


Willow had flashes of them dancing alone in their dorm before she registered Tara’s tone. She let Tara grab her hand and pull her out so they could make their way to the T station.


“They must think we’re the biggest weirdos in there,” Willow said, as they walked.


“Which makes a big change from everyone else,” Tara remarked with a sideways smile.


Willow laughed and wrapped her arm around Tara’s waist. They walked like that onto the train and huddled together around a pole. It was only a few stops until theirs and they made their way back to campus. Tara stopped at the vending machine to get a bottle of water. She was digging in her purse for some change, so Willow produced some quarters from her pocket and handed them to her.


“Thanks,” Tara said with a smile, slotting them in so she could get her water, “We need another cafeteria raid soon, we’re running low on stash-stuff.”


“I have some emergency Oreos in my nightstand,” Willow said quite seriously as she let them into their room, “You can have some if you want.”


“Well if that isn’t a grand gesture of love, I don’t know what is,” Tara replied, kissing Willow’s shoulder blade from behind, and sliding her hands around to her girlfriend’s stomach.


Willow felt a whisper of a touch against the back of her neck as Tara brushed her hair aside, then a brushing of lips against her skin in the same place. Tara’s hands slid around to Willow’s hips where she bunched up the fabric of the dress and starting lifting it up and over her body and head.


“You’re just going right for it, huh?” Willow asked, feeling the warm press of Tara against her exposed back.


“I just thought you might be a little warm,” Tara replied, turning Willow around and gently pushing Willow into the desk chair, “And a little tired.”


Willow felt one strap of her bra fall off her shoulder of its own accord and she reached behind to release herself. She scooted her hips forward on the chair as she watched Tara get on her knees and kiss her thighs.


Her breath quickened as Tara’s lips pressed against her panties and she gasped as the fabric was taking between her girlfriend’s teeth and dragged off.


Tara dropped Willow’s panties from her mouth and placed her hands on her girlfriend’s thighs. She opened them and kissed inwards; impatient as her tongue lapped over the arousal spilled out on Willow’s skin.


She traced Willow’s outer lips with a finger then gently held her open and slipped her tongue in to explore. She caressed Willow’s tender flesh with her lips, moistening them and tasting her at the same time.


Willow held onto the arms of the chair and tilted her neck over the back. She purred a moan through her lips as Tara bathed her clit and made her abdomen bubble with pleasure.


Her hips slowly rose up to meet Tara’s mouth; moans stringing along with longer syllables each time, until her hips just met air. Her head twisted back as she puffed a breath of frustration but it was short-lived as she got to watch Tara undress herself with a sexy sway.


Tara snapped her bra off and revealed her breasts to a near-drooling Willow. She held her hands out as if an offer to dance, which Willow took without hesitation. She pulled Willow close until their bodies were grazing each other, then took hold of her girlfriend’s cheeks and kissed her deeply.


Willow was quick to respond, pushing her tongue into Tara’s mouth whilst also pushing her girlfriend’s body up against the door. Tara felt her belly churn with the excitement of Willow’s dominance. She wrapped her arms around Willow’s back and then dropped to her butt. She pulled and picked up Willow in one quick movement and deposited her on the desk, tossing the various papers, notebooks and pens off in the process.


Willow was slightly dazed by the quick change but didn’t have time to process it much as Tara was spreading her legs and slipping two fingers inside her. She gasped and moaned; clawing at Tara’s back and wrapping her legs around her girlfriend’s waist to hold her in.


“Mmm…Tara…oh…”


She twisted her hips into Tara’s hand, quivering when a thumb slid up through her lips and rubbed her clit. She held on and let it build for a minute, then let the feelings engulf her; coming with a gentle but indenting bite on Tara’s shoulder.


She could feel Tara’s heavy breath hitting against her ear and it stirred her all over again. She turned her head in and kissed her girlfriend’s ear.


“You are so sexy…”


Tara slowly lifted her head and looked around, noticing the mess she’d made.


“Did I ruin your homework?”


Willow leaned back so her head was resting against the wall.


“I don’t care…”


Tara couldn’t hide her surprised look and took Willow’s head in her hands.


“Oh no, I turned your brain to mush,” she said dramatically, “Are you in there, Willow? I’ll find you.”


Willow ducked her head and smiled, then started to wiggle.


“My butt is numb.”


Tara slipped her hands under Willow and squeezed her cheeks.


“I can fix that.”


Willow moaned appreciatively, which made Tara’s belly flutter. Tara continued to rub Willow’s butt and leaned over to kiss her at the same time. She intended it to be slow but gave in to her desires and pushed for more.


Willow welcomed Tara’s tongue into her mouth and inhaled from her sharply when she was lifted up. Her legs tightened around Tara again to take most of her weight as they fumbled their way over to a tangled mess on the bed.


Willow rolled half on top of Tara and went in to kiss her a couple of times, but stopped just short. She grinned when Tara let out a little dissatisfied grunt each time.


“I might not be wild but at least I can drive you wild.”


Tara curled the end of a piece of Willow’s hair through her fingers and looked up through her eyelashes, eyes dilated and dark.


“Is that a promise?”


Willow felt like the breath was being slowly pulled out of her body as Tara looked at her like that and she climbed fully on top, pressing their bodies together.


“You bet it is.”


She dropped her lips to Tara’s collarbone and kissed up to her throat, scraping her teeth against her girlfriend’s skin when she felt her larynx popped out. Her thigh slipped between Tara’s legs and pressed up against her heat.


She felt Tara tremble under her lips and a distinct flow of wetness on her thigh. Her teeth nipped Tara’s ear and she lifted her head up to look her girlfriend in the eye. She opened her mouth, but closed it again and looked off to the side for a moment. She placed a hand on Tara’s chest and slid it down to cup her breast, catching a nipple between the sides of her fingers, up and down.


“Do you trust me?” she asked, pressing a kiss onto the corner of Tara’s mouth.


Tara took a piece of hair either side of Willow’s head and tugged her gently, leaning in for a kiss.


“Do you have to ask?”


Willow allowed their lips to connect and linger but broke it before Tara could deepen it.


“Say it.”


Tara’s lips were plump and begging to be kissed.


“I trust you, Willow,” she said through a soft exhale.


They stayed in an eye-lock for another few seconds in which Tara had to make a conscious effort not to look away as heat pooled in her belly. Willow brushed their lips together delicately, then moved off and padded over to the closet.


Tara was too busy watching Willow’s ass go and breasts return that she didn’t notice that her girlfriend had brought a scarf back to the bed until it was being waved in her face.


“Remember hippopotamus?”


Tara was still staring at the scarf and blinked when she realised Willow had spoken. She had to wrack her brain to make sense of the seemingly bewildering question, but finally remembered their first time and how they had invented a safe word before ever even knowing what a safe word was.


“Yes,” she said, voice raspy and breathless as Willow tied the scarf around her head and covered her eyes, “I remember hippopotamus.”


She closed her eyes while it was going on, then opened them to darkness when Willow’s hands moved away. She could feel movements in the mattress as Willow moved around but couldn’t pinpoint exactly where and found the unknowing quite thrilling.


Willow watched Tara’s head move around and hands feel for her but kept out of reach for the moment. When Tara stopped moving and just laid there, Willow climbed back over and pressed a kiss just above her bellybutton, then dipped her tongue in.


She heard a hitched breath leave Tara’s mouth, so licked right down to her girlfriend's mound but stopped short of her lips. Tara tried to buck up to make the connection but Willow anticipated it and lifted herself away.


“Ah-ah.”


She blew some hot air against Tara’s wet flesh and revelled in the quake of her girlfriend’s thighs as a response. She licked what had spilled out onto her girlfriend’s thighs, then moved off again, jarring Tara who had to clamp her legs together to get some relief.


Willow went around the room collecting a few items, while Tara grew irritated with the complete lack of contact or knowledge of what was going on.


“Willow, come on.”


Willow left her assortment of items on the bed beside them and moved to straddle Tara.


“Patience, Tara,” she said, leaning right over to whisper in her girlfriend’s ear, “Don’t make me tie up the rest of you.”


She pulled back enough to watch Tara’s mouth drop and was glad her girlfriend couldn’t see the nervous grin she was displaying in response to her own boldness. Her mouth moved back to Tara’s ear and she tickled the lobe with her tongue.


Tara arched her body up to press into Willow’s; her loss of sight heightening all her other senses. Her body was humming with sensitivity and she could smell their mutual arousal so much she could almost taste it. She mourned the loss of Willow’s body deeply when her girlfriend sat back and made it known with an audible moan.


“Don’t worry baby, I’m not leaving again,” Willow reassured, picking up one of her items, a fuzzy pencil topper.


She turned it upside down and brushed it over Tara’s stomach, who jumped at the unexpected touch. Willow grinned and brought it up around her breasts and nipples as if dusting them off.


The fleeting sensation was quite arousing to Tara, whose nipples swelled under the touch. Willow loved seeing her pebbling skin and couldn’t resist a little lick on each one to help things along. When she was satisfied with their level of strain, she picked up the pencil that the topper had been attached and rolled it along Tara’s abs.


Tara found the sensation quite pleasant, the light pressure just enough to spread the warmth in her belly. After a minute or two, Willow brought her short nails into the mix, bringing out another string of moans from Tara.


Willow was in her element, towering over Tara and feeling each writhe and wiggle as it shook through her girlfriend and up through her.


She moved back just enough to sit between Tara’s legs and coaxed her thighs apart.


Tara let out a soft breath, thinking Willow was finally going to touch her, but instead was treated to another surprised as something cold and metal pressed against her clit.


Willow moved the spoon gently around on Tara’s clit, watching her girlfriend’s face and how she gently bit her lip as she enjoyed the movement.


After a minute, Tara released her lip and looked in the general direction she could feel Willow at.


“Willow…”


“Yeah?” Willow asked, stilling her hand.


“Don’t put anything inside me…that’s not you,” Tara said, hoping she wasn’t breaking the moment.


“I would never without totally clearing it with you first,” Willow reassured quite lovingly, and moved the spoon off and away, “Time for the next thing anyway.”


Tara was frustrated but in the best possible way and couldn’t stop a crooked grin from sliding onto her face.


“You are wild. A wild thing.”


“Do I make your heart sing?” Willow asked, straddling Tara again.


Tara grinned more.


“You make everything…”


“Groovy…” Willow completed, tearing open a packed of pop rocks with a teeth and pouring some onto her tongue.


Before they all popped, she laid down right on Tara and kissed her deeply. Tara had no idea what was going on inside their mouths but it was delicious and highly pleasurable, so she welcomed it and Willow inside.


They kissed hungrily, grinding their bodies together until the fizzles stopped.


“What was that?” Tara asked breathlessly, still licking her lips and tasting the tang.


“Pop rocks,” Willow answered, quite proud she had thought to use them that way, “I had no idea what it would be like but I was getting something else from the fridge and I saw the pack and thought ‘hmm’. And it was very ‘hmm’!”


Tara’s eyebrows rose, but they were hidden by the scarf.


“What else were you getting from the fridge?”


Willow grabbed the pot of chocolate pudding and peeled back the foil lid.


“My last thing from my bag of tricks…”


She scooped a little up with her finger and smeared it between Tara’s breasts then licked it off. Tara couldn’t figure out the gloopy texture from the brief moments it spent on her skin.


“What is it?”


Willow dipped her finger into the pudding again, then pressed it against Tara’s lips.


“Try it.”


Tara’s tongue tentatively poked out and licked Willow’s fingertip, testing to see what was there. She licked there again, then pursed her lips over Willow’s finger and sucked it completely into her mouth.


“Good?” Willow asked breathlessly, aroused as she watched Tara’s tongue and lips move.


Tara released Willow’s finger, her lips quirking upwards with just a hint of a smile.


“Mmhhm.”


Willow dug two fingers into the pudding and pressed them against Tara’s lips again, pushing them gently into her mouth.


“Have some more.”


Tara took the hint and sucked Willow’s fingers into her mouth again, dragging her lips along them and finding every hint of chocolate.


Willow was slowly turning into a puddle watching her fingers move and imagining them move in a similar way but much lower down. She couldn’t stop herself from moaning when Tara sensed the affect she was having and took hold of her wrist and really went for it.


Unable to contain the column of stifling heat surrounding her, she took her hand back and made a grab for Tara; lips sizzling into her skin wherever they landed.


Tara let out a sound of surprise, then a giggle, and finally a satisfied moan as Willow kissed her all over.


Each touch felt so amplified under the guise of darkness and Willow was doing a great job of misdirecting her so each one was a surprise as well. She was sprawled out, moaning and breathing Willow’s name every so often when she felt her tummy tightening with desire.


Willow caressed Tara’s thighs as she kissed right at the point of tension below her girlfriend’s belly button. She watched Tara’s hands clasp the sheet and could see the light sheen already formed on her skin.


She sat back a bit and touched Tara’s ankles and feet for a few moments, enough to throw her off the scent that she almost screamed when Willow’s tongue delved between her open legs and between her lips.


Tara bit her bottom lip so hard it almost bled to try and contain the unexpected rush of heat and her hand fell to Willow’s head to encourage her. She felt Willow’s hands on her thighs, squeezing her soft flesh and indenting it softly with her fingertips.


Her body was straining and her obscured vision made her feel like she was almost floating on air with no visuals to impede the fantasy. Both hands were on Willow’s head now, pulling her in with each tender lick to her clit.


Her ankles turned in towards each other as the first waves broke and just one quiet sound passed her lips as she came; the intensity too internal to let any out, flushing through her body.


Willow pressed open-mouth kisses along Tara’s heated flesh to ease her down and rubbed the tops of her girlfriend’s thigh until she was so still Willow thought she was asleep.


She put a hand on Tara’s belly and rubbed it gently as she climbed up and curled into her girlfriend’s side. She nuzzled into Tara’s shoulder for a moment, then untied the scarf and took it off. Tara brought her hands up to shield her eyes from the influx of light and groaned.


“Oh sorry, sorry!” Willow said, quickly shifting so her head shaded Tara, “Hey, how’s that?”


Tara dropped her hands, squinted for a moment, then smiled.


“Mmm…” she said, sluggishly reaching up to touch Willow’s cheek, “Much better.”


Willow’s cheeks flushed happily and she pressed a soft, chaste kiss to Tara’s lips.


“You liked it?”


Tara nodded, smiling lazily.


“Great, but I missed your face.”


“My face is here now…” Willow replied, turning her head in for another kiss.


Tara moved her hand to the back of Willow’s neck and gently pulled her on top. Their sweaty bodies gently glided then settled on each other.


They eventually parted but stayed like that, Willow kissing Tara’s shoulders.


“We have to dance more often.”


Tara laughed softly into Willow’s neck.


“Every day. Private dancing.”


“Sign me up,” Willow replied, resting their foreheads together, “I’m so completely in love with you.”


Tara brought a hand up and stroked Willow’s hair down to her back.


“I love you too.”


Willow smiled happily and rested her cheek on Tara’s shoulder.


“I don’t wanna move.”


“Then don’t,” Tara replied, curling the ends of Willow’s hair.


Willow inhaled deeply, then let it all out with a soft sigh.


“My happy place…my happiest place. My favourite person. You.”

[zampsa19752001]

Dibs-y goodness...

Yay for excellent update-y goodness... I'm glad that they had wonderful time during their dinner date... Yay for public dancing and big yay for private dancing...

[willowtaralover]

YAY new College Confidential

From previously on CC

“If my legs will hold me,” Willow replied, still scanning Tara from head to toe.

Tara held out a hand for her to take.

“My hand will hold you.”

Squeals with excitement at Willow and Tara sweetness *eeeeeeee*

Willow held Tara’s hand with a gentle swing as they strolled through the city streets.

The story has barely begun and already I'm swooning with joy (swoon) .

What exactly does Willow mean when she says they have had American food before? What exactly is American food?????

“You’re sexy when you’re authoritative,” Tara said with a crooked smile,

Hmm, wonder what the Willow equivalent of Take Charge Tara is

Awwww, all the cute sweet talk and flirting on the way to the T

“Wow. Boiled octopus,” she said as she scanned the appetizers,

I've tried fried squid and that wasn't too bad. A bit on the chewy side but nice to eat.

Now goat stew actually sounds interesting. I know of a vegetarian restaurant in Manchester that I'm sure Tara would like to try.

Love Tara reassuring Willow that she isn't boring and that she gets excited knowing she'll get to be home in the evening with Willow even if it's just to watch nature shows on tv.

“It wrapped around my uvula! Evil stinkin’ octopus!” Willow spat, feeling a sensation akin to a spider crawling up her back inside her mouth, “You’re on my list, Ursula!”

Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha. Poor Willow, I know I shouldn't laugh but 'you're on my list, Ursula' made my day

The girls dancing and Willow already proposing to Tara YAY

Some very hot sex to round off a very nice evening.

“My happy place…my happiest place. My favourite person. You.”

Awwwwww sweet

YAY Best. Date. Ever

[vampyregurl73]

Hi Laragh,

This was a very sweet date, topped off with some hot sex - who can ask for more?

Nicely done.

[branny72]

I'm sorry to hear about your great grandmother. I'm glad you are feeling better. Thank you for another fantastic date. I loved the Ursula comment. She is just creepy! The dancing was nice. Then back in the room...what a way to end the nice sweet night.

[loislane1]

It has been forever and a day since I have posted feedback and for that I am truly apologetic. I often do my reading on a mobile device or Kindle and get frustrated trying to type using thumbs only on the screen. So instead I think, "oh I'll log into my computer later and put some feedback in." and then I don't.
On that note - quite a bit to catch up on starting with April Fools. This is an excellent example of why I don't play pranks on friends or family. No matter how seemingly innocent or non malevolent, they always seem to go horribly wrong for me. I've also got to say Tara is a better person than I regarding her reaction to her injury. I also love her lighthearted retaliation with the Oreos.
Then there is Becky's photo of their feet for love and the girls reaction to it. I have to say Becky is one of my favorite original characters in these fics. The photo is sweet and meant sincerely and I am glad Tara was able to pick up on this and handle having the photo on display so well.
I loved reading Tara starting her internships and truly realizing this is the field she wants to be in. The celebrations were nice as well.
I really just wanted to say I am still here, reading, and enjoying!
_H

[Laragh]

zampsa19752001 -

Dibs-y goodness...

You're on a roll!

Yay for excellent update-y goodness... I'm glad that they had wonderful time during their dinner date...

Glad you enjoyed it

Yay for public dancing and big yay for private dancing...

Thanks for commenting!

willowtaralover -

YAY new College Confidential

Squeals with excitement at Willow and Tara sweetness *eeeeeeee*

You're like a big girl Only joking, they bring out the squee in anyone!

The story has barely begun and already I'm swooning with joy (swoon) .

I'll have to buy you a net to fall into!

What exactly does Willow mean when she says they have had American food before? What exactly is American food?????

Burgers, hot dogs, fried chicken, deep dish pizza etc

Hmm, wonder what the Willow equivalent of Take Charge Tara is

Will Rule Willow? Wild Willed Willow?

Awwww, all the cute sweet talk and flirting on the way to the T

They can't resist each other!

I've tried fried squid and that wasn't too bad. A bit on the chewy side but nice to eat.

I've had calamari but I think whole boiled octopus is a different ball game!

Now goat stew actually sounds interesting. I know of a vegetarian restaurant in Manchester that I'm sure Tara would like to try.

I tell you what, if I ever send them to England, I'll hit you up for some info on it and send them there

Love Tara reassuring Willow that she isn't boring and that she gets excited knowing she'll get to be home in the evening with Willow even if it's just to watch nature shows on tv.

Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha. Poor Willow, I know I shouldn't laugh but 'you're on my list, Ursula' made my day

The girls dancing and Willow already proposing to Tara YAY

In her coy little Willow way, she pretty much did, didn't she!

Some very hot sex to round off a very nice evening.

Awwwwww sweet

I know you love the mushy stuff just as much as me

YAY Best. Date. Ever

Yay!

Thanks for your feedback

vampyregurl73 -

Hi Laragh,

Hi!

This was a very sweet date, topped off with some hot sex - who can ask for more?

Nicely done.

Why thank you, I'm glad you enjoyed it

Thanks for commenting

branny72 -

I'm sorry to hear about your great grandmother. I'm glad you are feeling better

Thanks

Thank you for another fantastic date. I loved the Ursula comment. She is just creepy!

I agree with you there!

The dancing was nice. Then back in the room...what a way to end the nice sweet night.

Glad you liked it

Thanks for commenting!

loislane1 -

It has been forever and a day since I have posted feedback and for that I am truly apologetic. I often do my reading on a mobile device or Kindle and get frustrated trying to type using thumbs only on the screen. So instead I think, "oh I'll log into my computer later and put some feedback in." and then I don't.

I know that pain! Sometimes I have to reply to PM's when I'm out and get so frustrated trying to navigate replying on here!

On that note - quite a bit to catch up on starting with April Fools. This is an excellent example of why I don't play pranks on friends or family. No matter how seemingly innocent or non malevolent, they always seem to go horribly wrong for me. I've also got to say Tara is a better person than I regarding her reaction to her injury. I also love her lighthearted retaliation with the Oreos.

She's a better person than me, too! I would be giving some serious silent treatment

Then there is Becky's photo of their feet for love and the girls reaction to it. I have to say Becky is one of my favorite original characters in these fics. The photo is sweet and meant sincerely and I am glad Tara was able to pick up on this and handle having the photo on display so well.

Becky's the only OC I like too If I'd known when I started HC how many Buffyverse characters would find their way into the story, I think I would have just had her. She's great in that she 'gets' Willow and Tara 'gets' her and is able to maintain a solid friendship with both.

I loved reading Tara starting her internships and truly realizing this is the field she wants to be in. The celebrations were nice as well.

It's very exciting for me to write her falling in love with it all so I'm glad you're enjoying it too!

I really just wanted to say I am still here, reading, and enjoying!

Well thank you for taking the time, it's very appreciated!

Thanks for your feedback

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Update Directly Below

[Laragh]

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TITLE: College Confidential

AUTHOR: Laragh

CHAPTER RATING: PG-13

DISCLAIMER: Willow, Tara and any other characters from the Buffy the Vampire Slayer franchise belong to Joss Whedon, FOX, ME and a whole host of other entities, none of which are me.

SUMMARY: The first part of the prequel to Hacker Confidential and Family Confidential - the college years!

SPOILERS: Perhaps minor references to the show or stealage of dialogue, but nothing that would spoil the series.

FEEDBACK: Yes please

Chapter 69

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“Yellow.”


Tara shook her head and Willow pursed her lips in thought.


“Purple?” Willow ventured, pouting when Tara shook her head again, “I can’t believe I don’t know your favourite colour. Wait, wait, I know! It’s orange. You love orange…M&Ms…damn.”


“It’s green, silly,” Tara replied, rolling her eyes playfully as she rubbed Willow’s calves which were in her lap.


They were sitting together on a couch in the student lounge, though Willow was less sitting and more lying with her legs draped over Tara.


“No fair, you’re just saying that,” Willow replied, poking Tara in the arm, “What would you have said BEFORE you met me?”


“I would have said–”


“Hi lovebirds!”


Becky dropped down to sit between then, forcing Willow to move her legs away, which she did with a terse sidelong glance.


“That plural stops at two, not three you know.”


Becky just smiled and donned the philosophical look she often did.


“Friendship that insists upon agreement on all matters is not worth the name. Friendship to be real must ever sustain the weight of honest differences, however sharp they be.”


“Hey I know that one, it’s Ghandi,” Tara said, smiling too.


Becky grinned and offered Tara a fistbump, who returned it uncertainly. Becky pursed her lips, apparently amused, then wrapped an arm around each of their shoulders.


“So, I am organising your birthday blowout–”


Willow put a hand up to stop her before she got any further.


“No.”


“No? No what?” Becky asked, frowning, “I didn’t even say anything yet.”


“But I know what you were going to,” Willow countered, “I don’t want to go to a bar again. I know you’re just being nice but I’m not into it.”


Becky slumped back against the couch and crossed her arms over her chest.


“Well what do you want to do then?”


Willow opened her mouth, closed it, then finally spoke.


“Bowling.”


“Bowling?” Becky half-laughed, half-sneered, “Are we eight?”


“Yeah, why not?” Willow asked, convincing herself of the idea too, “Fun games, deliciously awful food, music I can actually talk over, wacky shoes. Bowling. I want to go bowling.”


“I’d love to go bowling with you,” Tara piped up, offering Willow a sweet smile.


Willow beamed and leaned right over Becky to press a kiss against her girlfriend’s lips, then sat back.


“Signed, sealed and delivered! You can come if you want, Becks.”


“Bowling?” Becky asked, looking less than impressed, “On a Saturday night?”


“Yup,” Willow replied with a resolute nod, “Won’t be offended either way, but that’s what I wanna do.”


Becky made a dramatic show of considering it.


“Can I at least invite some peeps so we’re not looking at a three’s company situation?”


“A few, I guess,” Willow replied with a shrug, shooting Tara an ‘I’ll-just-be-hanging-with-you-anyway’ look.


“Great!” Becky replied, perking up again, before discreetly leaning over to Tara, whispering as she stood again, “I will be in touch.”


Tara smiled subtly so as not to give herself away, glad to be included in the organization.


“Alright, I’m off to see the wizard,” Becky continued, slinging her purse over her shoulder.


“The wizard of what?” Willow questioned, lifting an eyebrow.


“Something far too heterosexual for your little gay ears,” Becky replied with a grin, covering one of Willow’s and one of Tara’s ears with her hands, though was quickly batted away by Willow, “Alright, toodles, ladies.”


“Bye Becky,” Tara said, waving along with Willow as Becky left and she took Willow’s legs into her lap again, “Is she dating someone new?”


Willow laid back so her back was against the arm of the couch.


“I don’t know if they’re dating or just screwing, but yeah, there’s a new guy on the scene.”


Tara’s nose scrunched at the crudeness, then she nodded.


“I’m glad…I know she was pretty cut up over Lucas.”


“Well then she shouldn’t have cheated,” Willow retorted but stuck her hands up in apology before Tara could even look at her, “Sorry, sorry, let’s not talk about it.”


Tara took in some soft breaths, thinking, then turned back to Willow.


“I’m so glad you said that, you know. I’ve been wracking my brain trying to plan something for you but I never would have landed on bowling.”


“Honestly I was trying to think of the furthest thing from a nightclub. Kinda surprised myself when it came out of my mouth,” Willow replied, tugging the ends of her sleeves down her wrists, “Becky can throw her party and we might actually have some fun too. Have you ever been?”


“I think at a birthday party once when I was little,” Tara replied uncertainly.


Willow nodded.


“Same. But they normally have little arcades and stuff too, pool tables, that kinda thing.”


Tara grinned.


“I bet I could whip your butt at air hockey.”


“Oh you are so on, Maclay,” Willow replied, matching the grin, “But first, I bet I can name your favourite animal. Dog.”


Tara shook her head and shook it again through cat, giraffe, penguin and bunny. Finally Willow just threw her hands up into the air.


“Alright, I give up.”


“Unicorn,” Tara answered, squeezing Willow’s calf muscles under her jeans.


“Tara!” Willow protested, rolling her eyes, “That’s not a real thing!”


Tara shrugged one shoulder.


“Still my favourite.”


Willow couldn’t be frustrated for long and smiled.


“You’re a goofball.”


Tara smiled sweetly back.


“That’s why you love me.”


Willow pushed herself up and pecked Tara’s cheek.


“You’re right, I do. And I always will.”

---

Willow woke up to the feeling of her nose fizzing like she was about to sneeze. She groaned unhappily and swatted her nose to make it stop, sighing in satisfaction when it stopped. She started to scoot towards Tara’s side to cuddle, but her eyes blinked open when she had shuffled too far without contact. Her whole face fell when she saw it empty.


Two birthdays in a row waking up with no Tara. Hope it doesn’t become a tradit-


“Tara,” she said, smiling in delight when her cheek was kissed from behind, “There you are.”


She tossed herself over and was instantly greeted by a sweet kiss from Tara, who was kneeling on the floor.


“Happy birthday baby,” Tara greeted, smooching Willow again, and again and again.


Willow thought she might melt into a puddle right there as Tara’s lips pressed repeatedly against hers. After a minute, she could just about make out her girlfriend speaking between kisses.


“19…20…” Tara counted, cupping her palm around Willow’s cheek, “ And 21. There we go. Birthday kisses.”


“I thought it was birthday spankings,” Willow replied, turning her head slightly to kiss the tip of her girlfriend’s thumb.


Tara’s lips quirked into a grin on one side and she let her hand slide down Willow’s arm and squeezed a butt cheek.


“That’s for later.”


Willow blushed bright red and hid her face in the pillow for a moment before coming back up.


“What are you doing on the floor?” she asked, gently pulling at Tara’s collar, “And more importantly, why aren’t you in bed for snuggles?”


Tara twisted and bent to pick up something out of sight, then presented Willow with a stolen cafeteria tray filled with breakfast. There was a paper plate in the middle with an English muffin topped with poached eggs and bacon, an orange juice box beside, and three rose flowers, de-stemmed, to resemble a heart on the other side.


Willow sat herself up and took the tray with glee.


“Did you make this?”


Tara nodded and moved to sit on the edge beside her girlfriend.


“I could have made it better with a proper kitchen but I did my best with the toaster and microwave. And I can’t claim credit for the juice. I will make you fresh squeezed someday though, promise.”


Willow scooted over a bit and patted the spot beside her.


“It looks great. Share with me.”


Tara sat in but didn’t take anything when offered the plate.


“It’s yours.”


“And I want to share,” Willow replied, putting half straight into Tara’s lap, then picked up the other half, “Yummy.”


She got egg yolk and muffin crumbs all over her face as she ate, but Tara found great amusement in wiping it off with the napkin she’d put on the tray.


“–owwy, ‘esseyneater,” Willow said, slurping down the end of the orange juice with her last bite, “Sorry, messy eater.”


“That’s okay, glad you enjoyed it,” Tara replied, taking the tray away to clean up, “So is there anything you want to do before your party?”


Willow shrugged and shook her head. Tara folded everything into the trash can and came back to sit by Willow.


“Well, I thought we could go to the duck pond and feed the ducks and then go out for lunch and then come home so I can give you some spa treatments before we go out this evening.”


Willow had to blink a couple of times as her near-perfect day was described to her.


“That sounds amazing. Yes, to everything.”


“Great,” Tara replied with a smile, “I have to go do something but I’ll be back in 30. Think you can be ready?”


Willow nodded.


“Sure.”


Tara leaned over and pressed a kiss to Willow’s cheek.


“Be back soon. Happy birthday.”


“You said that,” Willow pointed out.


“I’m gonna keep saying it,” Tara countered, squeezing Willow’s thigh as she stood, “I want it to be very, very happy.”


She went to find her satchel, then blew a kiss to Willow as she went out through the door. Willow caught it and held it tight in her hands as if it was tangible, then attempted a graceful jump from bed, worthy of a Disney princess, but ended up tripping over her feet and falling flat on her face.


Good mood undeterred, she made her way to the shower and let the hot water sooth her slightly sore muscles. Incident mostly forgotten, she picked out a bright yellow shirt to match how she was feeling and matched them with some dark jeans. Her clothes matched just a little too well, so she grabbed her fuzzy purple hat and fixed it on her head.


Tara returned as Willow was checking herself out in the mirror. Tara smiled when she saw the shirt.


“Hello sunshine.”


Willow’s face lit up and she bounced over, pecking Tara’s lips, then twirled her. Tara spun once and paused with poise, which Willow admired with a smile.


“Just shows me, I need to leave the grace to you.”


“Sorry?” Tara asked, brow crinkling in a way that Willow found only adorable.


“Never mind,” Willow replied, opting not to share her moment of klutziness, “Are we going to the duckies now?”


Tara nodded and patted her satchel hanging across her.


“Uh huh, and I have some bird seed to feed them.”


“Wow, you went all out,” Willow replied, bouncing on the spot, “I have bread we could have used.”


Tara shrugged.


“Bread isn’t good for ducks. For anyone, really.”


“Learn something new every day!” Willow replied, then clapped her hands together excitedly, “Let’s go, let’s go!”


Tara offered her arm to link, which Willow took and they set off on the fifteen minute walk to the park with the duck pond.


“It’s such a nice day,” Tara said as they strolled near the lake, turning her head up so the sun hit her face.


Willow was momentarily dumbstruck as she watched the soft light hit her girlfriend’s features so angelically, but was pulled back hearing the sweet hum of Tara’s voice.


“What’re you humming?”


“Nothing,” Tara replied, though was smiling in a way Willow found both curious and adorable, “Hey, that looks like a nice spot.”


She stopped at a grassy patch very close to the water and laid down her jacket for them to sit on. Willow plopped herself down and waved at the ducks edging around the bank of the pond.


“Do you have the seeds?” Willow asked excitedly before Tara had even sat down.


Tara retrieved the baggy of seeds she’d picked up and handed it to Willow, then sat down cross-legged beside her.


Willow started to tear pieces off and throw them into the water, watching in delight as each piece was picked up. After a minute, one curious duck waddled out of the water and approached Willow for a personal collection.


“Tara, look!” Willow said, holding a few in her palm.


She beamed from ear to ear as the duck plucked some from her hand and demanded more with a small peck.


“You’re the duck whisperer,” Tara commented, thrilled Willow was enjoying herself.


Willow was about to offer her new friend another bit of seed, when he got agitated about the delay and nipped the nearest thing to him, Tara’s ankle.


“Hey!” Willow said sternly as if he could understand, “Don’t you do that to my girlfriend! No seed for you!”


She waved him off and he actually went, appearing to raise his beak in the process as if to snub her, at least to Willow.


“Stupid smug duck,” Willow muttered in his direction, then turned to Tara, “Are you okay, baby?”


“Yeah, it was just a nip,” Tara replied, brushing the skin on her ankle, “Didn’t break the skin or anything.”


Willow closed the small gap between them and put an arm around Tara’s shoulders protectively.


“I won’t let it happen again.”


“My hero,” Tara replied, with only a slight quirk to her lips.


Willow nodded quite gallantly, taking her role very seriously. She used up the rest of the seed but made sure to throw it all right into the pond for the ducks to fight over there.


When it was all gone, she shifted position and laid her head in Tara’s lap so she could look up at the sky.


“Such a nice day. I love this kinda weather, sunny but not stupidly hot yet. Little bit of a breeze, enough cloud to see pretty shapes.”


Tara curled the end of Willow’s hair around her fingers.


“Prettiest view where I’m from.”


Willow glanced up expecting to see Tara looking at a particular cloud formation, but instead found her looking down with adoring eyes. She blushed under the intensity of the gaze and looked away for a second.


“Stop it.”


“Why?” Tara asked, leaning down to press a soft and chaste kiss to Willow’s lips, “You’re gorgeous.”


Willow smiled happily but it faltered after just a second when she noticed they’d garnered attention.


“We’re getting the ‘homo alert’ stares.”


Tara glimpsed around and noticed the same thing.


“Nee-naw, nee-naw, warning, gays quietly existing in this space,” she said with a lopsided grin, “Don’t look directly at them, just glance condescendingly every few seconds.”


Willow giggled and settled her head into Tara’s lap.


“It doesn’t bother you?”


Tara shrugged one shoulder.


“Sometimes. But not today. Today is a happy day.”


Willow lifted her hand to Tara’s cheek.


“It is a happy day. Love you.”


“I love you too, birthday girl,” Tara replied, tapping the tip of Willow’s nose, “You know when I was interning at the YMCA, if a kid had a birthday they got to shove a plate of cream into one of the worker’s faces. They loved it.”


“Did you get creamed?” Willow asked, kicking her shoes off to get comfortable.


Tara smiled.


“Once. The kid was very sweet, she helped me clean it off after.”


“You always came home smiling,” Willow commented, remembering, “Sounded like you loved the kids and the kids loved you.”


Tara nodded.


“The foster home was important experience for the job I want to get, but the Y is good for learning interactions with kids. I was thinking of volunteering somewhere else during the summer, the Big Sister program was recommended to me.”


“You were?” Willow asked, pouting slightly, “Working, volunteering, when will we get time to snuggle?”


“I’ll always make time for you,” Tara reassured, lifting Willow’s hand to kiss her knuckles, “You could find something to do too so you’re not bored.”


“Yeah, I guess I could,” Willow replied, turning her head to look at the water, “I know I should volunteer more at the shelter like you do.”


Tara stroked Willow’s hair lovingly.


“I know you do what you can. Not something to worry about today. Just enjoy that lovely sun warming your face.”


Willow felt utterly tranquil watching the water while Tara played with her hair and the sun shone down on her. She dozed intermittently between chatting and tickling Tara’s chin with a daisy.


She was close to dozing off again when her stomach woke her up with an embarrassing rumble.


“Ready for lunch?” Tara asked, tapping Willow’s tummy.


Willow nodded.


“We could probably find a hot dog stand or something nearby.”


Tara shook her head.


“I’m taking you out. A special treat.”


“A special treat, huh?” Willow asked, pushing herself up to sit, “Okay. Won’t say no.”


Willow stood and stretched her limbs, while Tara watched the small expanse of skin revealed in the process. Tara finally stood too, jacket on her arm and disposed of the now empty bag of seeds. She walked them out of the park and then onto the streets, but Willow grew impatient fast.


“Where are we going?”


“Lunch,” Tara answered, just frustrating Willow more.


“Where?”


“It’s just around the corner,” Tara replied, squeezing Willow’s shoulders gently, “Patience is not your forté.”


Willow pouted.


“It’s my birthday, don’t I get to choose where we eat?”


“If you don’t like where I’ve picked out, we can go somewhere else,” Tara reasoned calmly, then smiled, “But I think you will.”


“Alright, alright, I’ll stop whining,” Willow relented.


They walked to the end of the block, then turned down a new street. Willow peered at every restaurant they passed wondering if it was the one, until finally Tara stopped outside a building.


Willow looked up and was assaulted by the intense orange of the bright sign, but it was soon forgotten by the surprise of reading the name.


“This is Hooters.”


“Yes it is,” Tara replied, a smile playing on her lips.


“You’re…you're taking me to Hooters?” Willow asked, slack-jawed.


The grin finally broke on Tara’s face.


“Well I was thinking, what can I do to make sure Willow really enjoys her birthday? And then I realised. Boobs.”


Willow gulped, growing flustered.


“It’s, uh, wow, um…”


“Come on, you’ve never wanted to check this place out?” Tara prompted, gently bumping Willow’s shoulder.


Willow turned red.


“Ohhh, ummm… various sounds of hesitation…”


Tara offered her arm.


“C’mon, I told you it was a special treat for your birthday.”


Willow bounced on her toes with excitement and linked Tara’s arm.


“You weren’t kidding!” she replied, growing even redder as they walked in and found a table.


Willow spent the first minute with her eyes darting around at all the waitresses walking around, trying to be respectful to Tara. A glance at her girlfriend saw she was paying her no heed and was looking at the menu.


“I can’t believe you brought me here,” Willow said, taking her menu too and reading it for five seconds, then glancing around for two.


“Well, it’s better than a strip club,” Tara replied, then looked over her menu, “And all looking, no touching missy.”


Willow focused on Tara and took her hand across the table.


“It’s all looking and nothing else, mind or body,” she said, hunching over to peck Tara’s lips and speaking softly when their faces were still close together, “You’re the only one I fantasize about.”


She kissed Tara again, enough that she was flushing too, then retook her seat, feeling very loved that her girlfriend trusted her enough to take her to a place like this.


After a couple of minutes, a tall, pretty and suitably endowed waitress walked up to them in the trademark tight tank and short shorts. Even Tara couldn’t resist checking out her long, toned and tanned legs but didn’t linger long before smiling at her and leaving her menu down.


“Chicken garden salad, please.”


Willow couldn’t help herself; she was totally entranced by the ample cleavage and just stared until Tara nudged her foot under the table. Willow quickly sat up straight and looked at the menu dead-on.


“Um, hot wings. The hottest you got, the 911. And…the mega burger. No, the pulled pork sandwich! Yeah, that. Oh and a Coke please.”


“Do you want something to celebrate?” Tara asked.


Willow looked confused.


“What do you–oh,” she started, realising Tara meant alcohol and feeling very grown-up that she could order it legally, “Um. Yeah. Gimme a beer.”


“Which one?” the waitress asked.


Willow had no idea.


“Uh…”


The waitress took pity, smiling softly.


“I’d recommend a Bud Light for a beginner.”


Willow let out a sigh of relief and smiled back.


“Then I’ll take one of those! Thanks!”


“Me too,” Tara added, deciding it would be nice to toast.


“IDs ladies?” the waitress asked, and they both showed her their driving licences.


She left and Willow was quick to take both of Tara’s hands again.


“I’m sorry, baby.”


“Why are you sorry?” Tara asked, rubbing her thumb over Willow’s knuckles.


Willow indicated to the bar where their waitress was getting their beers.


“The staring. I should have been more respectful.”


“Well I think they’re probably used to it,” Tara replied, “But, yeah, they should still get respect.”


Willow shook her head.


“No, to you.”


Tara just smiled.


“I wouldn’t have brought you here if I minded too much.”


Willow released Tara’s hands and scratched the side of her head.


“Oh. Just, you kinda kicked me.”


“Well, I nudged you, but just because she was waiting for you to order,” Tara clarified.


Willow sat back in her seat.


“Oh.”


There was silence for a couple of moments before Tara spoke again.


“She was pretty.”


Willow nodded a couple of times.


“Yeah, yeah she was.”


Tara moved to rest her chin on her fist and grinned.


“Shame you were so busy looking at her boobs you missed her nice ass.”


Willow almost fell out of her chair; never having heard Tara make a comment about another woman like that, but only had a few seconds of shock before she registered the teasing smile on her girlfriend’s lips.


“Hey, you!”


“The look on your face…” Tara replied, shaking her head playfully.


“I’ll get you back, Tara Maclay…” Willow replied in a mock-stern voice, then smiled too, “You know I thought you were very anti objectification of women and all that.”


“I am. These girls know the job they're signing up for. Good for them. That doesn’t mean you should be rude about it, but this whole place is built on sex appeal,” Tara replied, folding her napkin into her lap, “And like I said, this is a treat. If you wanted to come here every weekend to check out other girls, we might start having a problem.”


Willow smiled some more and didn’t even notice the busty waitress return and drop their drinks down until Tara clinked the necks of the bottles together.


“Happy 21st birthday, darling.”


Willow’s smile turned bashful and she held the bottle between both hands.


“Thank you. Can we clink again?”


They clinked bottles and then both lifted it to their lips. Willow took a swig and held it in her mouth for a moment before swallowing and pulling a face.


“That is uh…interesting.”


Tara left hers back down on the table.


“It’s not as bad as I thought it would be.”


“And I feel super cool holding it,” Willow commented, leaning back on her chair, trying to add to her coolness factor, “I only really ever had spirits with Becky and the wine in Europe…this is definitely nicer than that.”


“You liked the champagne,” Tara replied, remembering the treat on her birthday.


“That’s true. Maybe I’d like the wine if I tried it again,” Willow agreed, then glanced at the beer, “But this is enough for now.”


Their food arrived shortly after and Willow eyed her plate of wings and second plate with sandwich and fries hungrily. She munched on the celery stick that came with the wings first, under guise of healthy eating, then picked one up to eat. The first couple of seconds her face looked almost orgasmic as she enjoyed the flavour, then her eyes popped open and tongue flopped out of her mouth.


She grabbed the jug of water the waitress had brought with their food and poured a glass quickly.


“Oh my god,” she panted, downing her third glass.


“Hot?” Tara asked, wincing at the pain Willow seemed to be experiencing.


Willow gulped down the water, then her face burst into a smile as she picked up another wing.


“Yeah! It’s awesome!”


Tara smiled and shook her head.


“Masochist.”


“So yummy,” Willow replied, slurping water between every bite, “Want one?”


Tara shook her head.


“No thank you, I enjoy having tastebuds.”


“Missing out,” Willow replied, licking the sauce from her fingertips, “This is the best ever.”


She polished off every morsel on her plates, only getting distracted a respectable three times by passing waitresses, at times when her red cheeks were disguised by the flush from the spicy food.


She rested her hands on her belly when she was finished, stroking the food baby that had formed. The waitress dropped them down the check and Tara picked it up before Willow could move her full body.


“Hey, now…”


“Willow, it’s your birthday and we’re not going to fight about this,” Tara replied, taking the bill and her purse and heading to the register to pay away from Willow.


She returned a couple of minutes later and held out something for Willow to take.


“Gotcha something.”


Willow took the soft toy and turned it around to see it was a stress ball shaped like a woman’s torso in a hooters tank, breasts prominently pushed up. She turned red for the umpteenth time that hour, then even more so when Tara leaned over and spoke softly in her ear.


“One rule,” she said, hot breath tickling Willow’s lobe, “You have to pretend they’re mine until you come home to the real thing.”


Willow squeezed the ball there and then and nodded quickly.


“Abso-freakin’-lutely!”


Tara smiled, quite satisfied that she was the main ‘squeeze’ in her breast-gal’s life and happy she was secure enough for them to an enjoy an outing like this.


“Ready to go home and be pampered?”


Willow nodded and sluggishly stood up.


“Yes, although I don’t think you should touch my belly for at least an hour.”


She linked Tara’s arm to help her walk and took a deep breath of fresh air when they stepped out into it.


“So how was that?”


Willow contemplated for a few moments.


“…fascinating.”


Tara laughed.


“That’s one word for it.”


Willow laughed too and cuddled Tara’s upper arm.


“Love you so much. And I wouldn’t go every weekend, in fact, I wouldn’t even go again unless you came with me.”


“It’s just a bit of fun, really,” Tara replied, putting an arm around Willow’s waist.


“Yeah, but it’s a respect thing,” Willow said, nodding to herself, “You’ve shown me so much by letting me have my little fascination, so I’m gonna give that back. And besides, I’d much prefer you in your pyjamas tank than all of those girls lined up together. Mean that. Really.”


Tara stopped and faced her girlfriend.


“I really appreciate that, Will.”


Willow pressed her fingers against Tara’s cheek, then kissed her. She lingered and planned to linger longer, but Tara pulled away, sucking on a breath as she did.


“Your mouth is on fire.”


Willow smiled.


“Oh, well, thanks, but–”


Tara shook her head, panting slightly.


“No, hot, spicy, hot.”


“Oh, shit,” Willow replied, realising, “Wait one minute!”


She ran into a 7-11 just a few doors down and came running back with a bottle of water a moment later. Tara ran it over her lips as she drank it, easing the slight but noticeable burn that had passed on.


“Second time I’ve almost killed you with my lips,” Willow said with a nervous chuckle.


Tara wiped her mouth and smiled softly, feeling better.


“How hot were they going in if it still feels like that 30 minutes later?”


“Pretty hot,” Willow replied, then hooked her finger into Tara’s belt loop, “I like it pretty hot.”


“I think you might need the water,” Tara replied, pressing it to Willow’s cheek, “Calm those done until we’re alone.”


Willow took the advice and alternated holding it against her cheeks, offering her other hand for Tara to hold.


“I’ll tell you one thing, baby…this was the best first half of a birthday ever!”