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TITLE: College Confidential
WRITER: 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 84 ********
Tara fished in her bag for her keys, silently chastising herself for not putting them in their designated pocket again. It had been a long day and she just wanted to get inside.
Her fingers finally grazed the metal and she let herself into their dorm.
Willow’s head shot up as she saw the door open. She was standing by the bed in just her panties and a t-shirt with various articles of clothing laid out on the bed.
“What are you doing–” she started, then looked at her watch, “Shit! I thought it was earlier.”
“Don’t sound so excited to see me,” Tara replied, though good-naturedly.
Willow awkwardly ambled over to the desk, where a bunch of daises were resting.
“I was gonna collect you…”
She handed them off to Tara who lifted them to her nose and let their scent fill her nose, then looked at Willow with a soft, crooked smile.
“Flowers?”
Willow crossed her wrists behind her back shyly.
“Well, yeah. It’s your last day at work, and you deserve them.”
Tara brushed her cheek against the delicate petals, then closed the space between them to wrap her arms around Willow.
“Thank you so much,” she said, inhaling softly from Willow’s hair, “How did you get on with the dentist?”
Tara went to get some water for her flowers and Willow went to the bed to clear it of clothes.
“Got the stitches out. All healed up.”
Tara paused from preening the flowers and cast a sidelong glance in Willow’s direction.
“So can we kiss properly again?” she asked with a hopeful lilt in her voice, before quickly adding on, “Not that closed mouth kisses haven't been lovely.”
Willow smiled back and nodded.
“We can kiss all we like…and other stuff too.”
Their eyes met and lingered for a few drawn-out seconds, then Tara strode over and claimed Willow's lips. Willow felt hands slide past her hips to grab onto her rear through her panties, lifting her right up out of the air. Her back landed on the bed, on top of her strewn-about jeans and shirts, but her focus was on Tara's tongue sliding into her mouth.
It had been a sorely missed and horrendously tempting sensation to stay away from while her mouth was healing, and had disrupted their whole sexual dynamic. It was so good to feel again, she just cupped the back of Tara's head and pulled her in for more. She let the kiss intensify as Tara climbed on top of her and moaned as her girlfriend's hands slipped under her t-shirt to her stomach, but had to put a halt to things when she felt a finger hook into the waistband of her panties.
With much reluctance, she pushed Tara off her chest and turned her head away.
“Wait, wait.”
Tara pulled away and cupped Willow's cheek gently, rubbing the skin under her thumb.
“Does it still hurt, honey?”
Willow sighed wistfully and nuzzled into Tara's hand.
“No, it feels great,” she said, turning her lips in to kiss Tara's palm, “I know we said we wouldn’t do it until we could kiss properly again…and then changed our minds that one night…and then changed them back when it didn’t feel right…a foreplayus interruptus of emotional sorts. Anyway, the point, and I do have one, the one to which I’m trying to get to, is - I know it’s been a week since we were
together-together and I feel just about as crazy as you, but I planned an evening for us and I really think it’d be worth it to wait just a few more hours.”
She took a deep breath, then smiled sheepishly.
“Plus, reservations.”
Tara moved her forehead to rest against Willow's.
“You planned an evening for us?”
Willow nodded.
“Yeah. Like I said, you deserve it.”
Tara pecked Willow's lips, then stood back up and composed herself.
“I can wait,” she replied, holding a hand out to help Willow up too, “But you know you're irresistible to me when you're just in your panties and a tee.”
Willow spun away from Tara's hands to pick up her clothes again.
“Good thing we need to dress up then!”
“That explains the bed closet,” Tara asked, “Where are we going?”
“Surprise!” Willow replied eagerly, then held up different shirts, “I can't decide what to wear. You pick out something for me.”
Tara stood over the bed and rooted through a few things. She finally picked out a cheery orange dress, one of the plainest items in Willow’s closet.
“I always liked this one.”
“You did?” Willow asked, surprised, “It’s so…dull and boring.”
Tara shook her head, admiring it.
“It’s simple. You don’t need anything to detract from how beautiful you are.”
Willow looked at the dress, then at Tara and smiled happily. She put the dress over her arm.
“Okay. I’ll wear it.”
“What should I wear?” Tara asked and Willow’s face lit up all over again at the prospect of dressing her girlfriend.
“Um, lemme see!”
She rushed over to the closet and started looking through her girlfriend’s things.
“Everything you have is so pretty…and you look so good in all of it…”
She hemmed and hawed for a few minutes, looking through various shirt and pants combinations, before finally pulling out a purple skirt and white blouse.
“I love how your legs look in this,” she said, holding up the skirt, then the shirt, “And how your boobs look in this, so I think we have a winner!”
She brought the clothes over to a blushing Tara and they laid out their clothes on the bed. Willow got dressed while Tara went off to shower off the day and freshen herself up for the evening.
Willow was naturally ready before Tara, having already been halfway there, and waited impatiently by the door while Tara got dressed and ran a brush through her hair. Tara noticed the not-so-subtly tapping foot.
“I’m coming, honey. I just want to put some earrings on.”
Willow pulled her foot back and looked to Tara apologetically.
“Sorry, just…reservations.”
Tara affixed her earrings and grabbed her purse.
“You’ve really gone all out.”
Willow opened the door for them.
“Well it's sort of our last summer blow-out. I knew, but it really sorta hit me earlier, that this is our last college summer. Plus, you’ve been so good, taking care of me with my tooth and not complaining about the all the no-kissing stuff and well, you’re just wonderful in general and I really wanted to give you an awesome night.”
Her cheeks flushed lightly as she rambled and Tara kissed the reddest spot.
“I love you.”
Willow happily swung their hands together as they walked into the night air.
“I love you, too. So the restaurant is about 1 T stop away, but we could walk it. It’s a nice evening.”
“Sure, I’d love to,” Tara replied, then let herself take a nice long look at Willow as they walked, “You look totally gorgeous.”
Willow looked down at herself.
“Becky would tell me it clashed with my hair.”
Tara squeezed Willow's hand in hers.
“Well Tara thinks it looks great.”
Willow smiled more, a skip forming in her step.
“It’s just up here,” she said a few minutes later as they turned onto a new street, “We've never been before. I hope you like it.”
She brought them halfway down the block until they were outside a steakhouse. She held the door open for Tara, who gave her a slight curtsey on her way in, making Willow smile.
The large restaurant was softly lit with hanging lanterns from the ceiling and candles on various shelves that were jutting out from the walls. The booths were dark, soft leather and chairs on the floor were upholstered with the same material. The tables were a rich mahogany and dressed with silver table settings; charger plates, napkins in rings, and rimmed side plates and wine glasses.
A golden and red theme spread to the artwork on the walls and the attire of the staff, who were all crisply dressed in black and white; the men with red ties and women with a red belt, both with golden name-tags.
There was panorama glass at the back offering a viewing into the kitchen and the whole place was bustling with an overt ‘trendy’ atmosphere. Most of the other patrons were young professionals, guzzling cocktails and splashing cash.
“I’m glad you told me to dress up,” Tara whispered as she cast her eyes around the room to admire the art.
Willow went up and gave their name to the hostess, who brought them to a booth near the kitchen so they had a good view through the glass. She handed them menus and left them alone again.
Tara settled in comfortably, smiling lots.
“This is a great table.”
“Only the best for my girl,” Willow replied with a matching grin, “I saw lots of pretty drinks on our way in…want to try a cocktail?”
She flicked to the back of the menu where the cocktails were listed.
“Wow…some of these names…” she said, her eyes widening, “Hey Tara, do you want a Screaming Orgasm?”
Tara eyed Willow with flushed cheeks, glancing all around to see if someone heard. Willow giggled, while Tara buried her head in the menu, though did notice no one was paying them any attention.
She examined the menu, and after another minute or two, casually spoke up again.
“Hey look, they have one named after you.”
“Where?” Willow asked, running a finger down the list to spot her name.
Tara opened the menu out so it was standing up between them. She pointed at a particular spot.
“Orange Bush.”
Willow gaped at Tara for a second in shock, then started to slide down the chair and had to push herself up again.
“Tara!”
“What, only you can do it?” Tara asked, smirking as she took her menu back.
Willow opened and closed her mouth like a fish, but luckily the waitress came back over to relieve her.
“I’ll try a cosmopolitan, please,” Tara said, still grinning victoriously, “Willow? Decided yet?”
Willow’s eyes stayed down.
“Can I get a strawberry daiquiri please?”
The waitress checked IDs and went to get them their drinks. Willow met Tara’s eye, lips quirking up.
“You’re bad.”
Tara just smiled sweetly and looked through the menu.
“What’s sashimi?” she asked after a moment.
“I think it’s raw fish sliced really thin,” Willow replied, scrunching up her nose as she spoke, “Not big on the raw stuff, myself.”
“I think I’ll wait to try it when you don’t have a big evening planned,” Tara replied cautiously.
“The chowder looks–whoops! Won’t be making that mistake again!” Willow said, quickly backtracking, “Is spicy lobster kiss-safe?”
Tara nodded, so Willow set her menu down, knowing what she was getting.
“Medium-rare rib eye for me, the lobster to start. Kinda surf’n’turf. You?”
Tara closed her menu.
“I like the look of the seared ahi tuna…and I think the steak frites.”
Willow eyed Tara across the table.
“You’re purposely choosing the cheapest thing on the menu,” she said with a pointed eyebrow raise, “Get what you want and we can share sides. I want hash browns and mac’n’cheese, what about you?”
Tara checked out the sides.
“Asparagus and roasted mushrooms?”
“Well then I better add some onion rings to balance it all out,” Willow replied seriously.
Tara’s mouth bunched off to the side, conveying some confusion.
“I’ve never really eaten steak, I don’t know what to get.”
“Oh,” Willow replied, feeling stupid for bringing her to a steakhouse, “What about the lamb chops. You love lamb right?”
Tara spotted the item on the menu and smiled.
“Oh yeah, I didn’t see those,” she said, squeezing Willow’s hand across the table, “Good idea.”
Willow held Tara’s hand in that spot.
“I’m adding mash to the list as well…need my creamy and crunchy potatoes,” she said, feeling a thankfully silent growl in her belly, “I hope the waitress comes back soon or I’ll have decided to order the whole menu.”
The waitress did return just a minute later, giving them their drinks and taking their order.
“I love this glass,” Willow commented about her cocktail glass.
She swirled her straw around, then took a sip.
“Oh that is yummy!”
She felt quite sophisticated sipping her drink and Tara appeared very relaxed.
“I really like the vibe in this place.”
Willow bounced in her seat, very pleased.
“I’m so glad. I hoped you would. It’s cool, huh?”
“Very,” Tara agreed.
Their food was slow in coming, but neither minded too much. They spent a couple of hours chatting and enjoying the copious amount of food until they were finally sharing a slice of rich chocolate fudge cake.
“They sure meant it when they called it a sin cake,” Tara said, sliding a spoon through the gooey cake.
Willow was busy chewing.
“Don’t worry, we’re going to work it off.”
Tara looked over with a lopsided grin.
“Pretty confident, huh?”
“No, I meant–” Willow started but cut herself off in time, “Well, actually…”
She leaned right over and kissed a piece of cream from the corner of Tara’s mouth.
Tara felt her belly flop and some nice butterflies begin to flutter, and fed Willow the last bite of cake. They both enjoyed a coffee after, though Tara would have been happy to continue their evening in private.
“Willow, do you want to… head back?”
Willow sneakily glanced down at her watch.
“Um, in a few…”
Tara leaned forward.
“I’ll rub your tummy…”
Willow gulped, then quickly scooted out.
“Um…bathroom. Be right back.”
Tara folded her arms gently on the table and waited. She noticed Willow pay the bill on the way but spent most of the time looking lower than her hands. When Willow returned from the bathroom, Tara noticed her hovering in the doorway for a minute before coming back.
Her curiosity was instantly piqued.
“Willow, what’s going on?”
“Going on?” Willow asked with a nervous chuckle, “What would be on-going, I mean, going on?”
Tara quirked an eyebrow but Willow was saved as a voice came over an announcer system.
“Ladies and gentlemen, our 9pm set is starting momentarily. Please make your way to the dance floor.”
“Dance floor?” Tara asked and Willow held out her hand.
Tara took it wordlessly and was led upstairs where there was a large floor space and couples gathering.
“Willow?” Tara asked again.
Willow turned to her and smiled softly.
“It’s a dinner dance place. I know you love to dance. They do different themed nights.”
“What’s tonight?” Tara asked, noticing a lot of the women were in glittery dresses.
“Salsa,” Willow replied and quickly added on, “I know what you’re thinking. Klutzilla here. But we can do some spins and I don’t mind looking stupid. ‘Specially when it makes you happy.”
Tara was touched by the sentiment and for bringing her dancing when she knew it wasn't her girlfriend's favourite thing. She sort of wished she'd been forewarned not to eat as much as she did, though Willow had done the majority of the eating. However, she wasn't going to let a full belly stop her from enjoying all the effort Willow had gone to. She pulled Willow close by the hand and touched their noses together.
“Have I mentioned that I love you?”
Willow linked their fingers and squeezed their palms together.
“Never get sick of hearing it.”
They found a spot on the floor, in their own little corner, away from the people who were garbed out in the full attire and clearly there to impress. There were a few other couples who seemed like them, amateur and just there for the gimmick of the evening. There were nervous smiles exchanged between those couples as the music started and the 'professionals' began to dance.
Tara started to move her feet and Willow slowly but surely joined in. They weren't dancing anything close to salsa for quite a while, but as their comfort level increased, they started experimenting with twirls and the occasional dip.
Most were still going strong after 40 minutes, but Willow and Tara exchanged red-faced looks that they'd reached their capacity. They stumbled down the stairs, giggling and breathless.
“Them endorphins!” Willow commented in between breaths, then took in a lungful of the night air, “Mmm…love summer nights.”
“Me too,” Tara agreed, copying Willow in taking a calm, soft breath, “Thank you so much for this evening. I loved it.”
Willow smiled and offered her hand.
“Come on. There’s more.”
Tara linked their arms together instead and Willow brought them around the corner to a side entrance of a park. They only had to walk a few minutes until they were at a small love-locked bridge over a pond. Tara hadn't heard of it before and was admiring what she assumed was a landscaping choice, when Willow stopped them in the middle of the bridge.
“I have something.”
She reached into her purse and took out a padlock, with the key still inside. Tara was amused by the novelty heart shape and even more so when Willow showed her the 'W+T' etched in white-out on the other side.
“What’s this for?” she asked, not connecting the padlock being similar to the rest on the bridge.
Willow smiled and knelt down, affixing the padlock tightly to the bridge. She then stood up and dramatically tossed the key into the pond.
“There you go. You and me. Locked forever.”
She took both of Tara’s hands, standing just arms-length away from her.
“I love you, baby.”
Tara realised that the bridge was more than just a design and that all of those locks were from other lovers who had been in that spot once too. She was warmed by the thought of their lock being surrounded by the powerful love of all the others.
She swallowed a small lump of emotion, then closed the small gap between them so they were nose-to-nose again; one of their favourite intimate positions.
“The best thing that ever happened to me was you walking into my life,” she said, then her lips curled up on one side, “Crashing into my life.”
Willow smiled too and bashfully ducked her head but raised it again to meet Tara’s eye. Tara moved her hands to the back of Willow’s neck and tilted her up to kiss.
Willow put her hands on Tara’s waist and moved closer into the kiss. It deepened quickly and she felt Tara’s body press up against hers.
She enjoyed it for a moment, then made herself pull away.
“Hold that thought for another thirty minutes?”
“I’ve already held it,” Tara replied, not quite whining but with an aroused tone, “Why thirty minutes, we’re five away from home if we walk quickly.”
Willow looked over her shoulder in the general direction longingly, then back at Tara.
“I have one more thing planned. Then we have the whole night.”
Given how much thought Willow had gone to for the evening, Tara could hardly deny she wanted to see what awaited them. She offered her arm again.
“Okay. Lead the way.”
“Great!” Willow replied, slipping her arm into Tara's, “We just have to follow this path out to the main entrance.”
It was only a few minutes of a peaceful walk through the park until they reached the main entrance, an arching gateway. They spent an extra minute for Tara to stop and smell some flower shrubs along the way. Willow picked a pretty pink one and slid it behind Tara’s ear.
“You would have been an awesome flower child.”
“I still have that peace necklace from Halloween,” Tara replied, steadying the stem behind her ear, “But I don't know how good it looked on me.”
“You looked
so good,” Willow complimented genuinely, “Hey, it’s just out here.”
She led them through the gate until they were at an intersection of two streets. Some cars were parked on the curb, and some were driving along, but waiting for them just a few feet away was a horse and carriage, complete with a man in suit and hat, waiting.
Tara’s eyes widened as she was led over.
“Is this it? A horse and carriage ride?”
Willow nodded.
“Uh huh. You said you always wanted to go on one.”
“I did, I do,” Tara replied in awe, very gently patting the horse’s main, “But…the horses.”
Willow smiled nervously, two steps away.
“Yep.”
Tara patted the horse again, then went back to Willow.
“You’re so sweet. Are you sure you want to do this?”
“As long as they stay away from my arm,” Willow replied, glancing cautiously at the animal and staying up near the carriage, “And you'll have to hold my hand, of course.”
Tara smiled and nodded, and they both stepped into the carriage. Willow averted her gaze away from the horses as they trotted into motion and Tara held her hand in-between hers. They sat close together, gazing at each other instead of the night city tour they were on.
Tara reached out to tuck a piece of hair behind Willow's ear.
“You really pulled out all the stops tonight.”
Willow put her outer arm around Tara's waist and brushed some fingers against the small of her back.
“You deserve it,” she repeated, kissing Tara square on the forehead, “This is nothing compared to the things you do for me every day.”
They shared a chaste kiss, then Willow spotted a blanket folded up on the seat opposite and put it over their laps, for comfort more than warmth, as it was a balmy summer's evening.
Tara felt utterly serene cuddled up to Willow, seeing the city with the calming consistent sound of the clippity-clop against the road. Willow was less enthused by the horse's hoofs, but she rested her head against Tara's chest and after a few moments, picked up her heartbeat.
The ride ended right at campus and they hopped out onto the street, right under a streetlamp. Tara held Willow's hands to help her down, and they stayed in that spot, kissing for several minutes until some rowdy youths started to shout in their direction and they made a quick escape back to their dorm.
“Damn kids!” Willow retorted as they walked through the door to their room, “I'm getting old, aren't I?”
Tara backed up against the door to close it and eyed Willow's rear from behind.
“You look young to me.”
Willow turned around to reply, but Tara didn't waste a moment in pouncing on her girlfriend.
“Between having to wait and all of the serious brownie points you earned tonight…” she started, placing her palm flat on Willow’s chest and pushing her back onto the bed, “You are in for a
very nice evening.”
Willow propped herself up on her elbows as Tara climbed on top of her, and in moments they were kissing again. Willow held Tara's face but paused right before it deepened.
“Does that mean I get a request?”
Tara nodded, kissing along Willow’s jaw.
“Yes.”
“Two?” Willow asked hopefully.
Tara’s lips moved down Willow’s throat.
“Yes.”
One of Willow’s eyebrow rose.
“Three?”
Tara lifted her head and grinned.
“Don’t push it.”
“I’m good with two,” Willow replied quickly, lest she lose them.
Tara hovered above, their hips resting on each other and bodies lifting just above contact at their torsos.
“What’s number one?”
Willow’s eyes glazed over watching Tara's cleavage and she slowly smiled, then finally blinked.
“Will you put on those red lacy panties and bra I bought you last year?”
Tara grinned, pushed herself off the end of the bed and stripped down to her underwear, which were the ones in question.
“No way!” Willow exclaimed as they were revealed.
“They’re my date night underwear,” Tara said, smoothing out the strap of her bra, “Mine all match but they’re not very racy…besides I know how much you like these.”
“You do?” Willow asked, touched.
Tara looked at her, amused.
“You did buy them…”
“Good point,” Willow replied with only a light flush, then pouted, “I wasted a request.”
Tara playfully sent her eyes up to heaven.
“Okay, you can ask again.”
Willow beamed and bounced on the spot.
“I want a hickey.”
Tara climbed back onto the bed on her knees.
“It’s kinda hot out to be wearing a scarf or turtleneck tomorrow.”
Willow tilted her neck into view nonchalantly.
“Don’t care who sees it.”
Tara laid back down on top of Willow and delicately kissed her neck.
“Hmm,” she said, lips vibrating against her girlfriend’s skin, “I think someone wants something to show off when Becky comes back this weekend boasting about her summer.”
Willow slowly lifted her eyes to Tara and sighed.
“You can really read me like a book, huh?”
Tara just nodded.
“Mmhhmm. And don’t ever forget it.”
Willow nodded back, then bared her neck again hopefully.
“So…?”
Tara kissed the exposed part of Willow’s shoulder where it met her neck, moving inwards.
“So I better give you something good to show off.”
She poked her tongue out to touch Willow’s skin, who arched her neck back against the pillow and moaned her way through the marking of her lovebite.
Tara was tender but thorough with her mouth, while enjoying herself with her hand cupping Willow’s breast through her dress. The dress was bunched at Willow’s waist, as her hips kept lifting in response to the nibbling and sucking of her skin.
Tara’s hand eventually floated down and took advantage of Willow’s exposed thighs, palming and running her hand along them. Her fingers floated between her girlfriend’s legs, pressing her panties into her.
Willow moaned as Tara’s fingers brushed against her clit through the fabric. She moved her hips to try and get more direct contact, but Tara’s hand was on her thigh again.
Willow felt her girlfriend’s mouth ease away from her neck and blew out a puff of frustrated air. Tara’s head lifted and she ran two fingers gently over the darkening skin there.
“I didn’t hurt you, did I?”
Willow turned her head towards Tara and shook it.
“No, it was nice. Very nice. You know how to use your mouth…” she replied, then glanced downwards, “Everywhere.”
Tara felt a flush of heat and grabbed at the hem of Willow’s dress, lifting it over and off her. Willow helped by taking hold of Tara’s hips and pulling her on top, then sitting up herself so they were pressed together.
Willow ran her fingers along Tara’s bra, enjoying the contrast of lace against her girlfriend’s skin.
“You are so sexy,” she mumbled as she kissed into Tara’s cleavage.
They worked each other’s bras and panties off, getting more and more heated until they were finally naked and lying flush with each other.
“Tara,” Willow panted as her torso was lavished with kisses, “Tara…?”
Tara gave Willow’s breast a good squeeze, using it, gently, as a hoist to pull herself back up. Willow felt herself gush as her nipple brushed against Tara’s palm. She clenched her teeth to keep herself in control and moved her hands onto her girlfriend’s shoulders.
“Second request?”
Tara nodded whilst kissing the hollow of Willow’s throat to give her the go ahead.
“Name it.”
Willow shuddered as Tara scraped her teeth up her throat.
“I want to…I want to…fuck you’re driving me crazy!” she panted, finally squeezing her legs together for some momentarily relief, “I want to be inside each other at the same time!”
Tara settled her hips and torso on top of Willow’s and moved her forehead onto her girlfriend’s. Willow felt the breath rush from her lungs from having Tara’s eyes bore into her so closely and had to swallow repeatedly to regain some moisture.
Tara gave her a barely-there kiss, a soft brushing of their lips, then softly, slowly, nuzzled their noses.
Willow was unravelling under the tenderness and just wanted Tara closer. She found Tara’s hand and their fingers twined together. Those hands lifted above their heads, where Tara held them firmly as an anchor as their other hands drifted between each other’s legs.
Willow got her request granted almost immediately, as they were both aroused and in need of each other. She showed her appreciation with a long moan and heard Tara answer her with a hitched groan.
They started to move and slide against each other, slowness hurrying up fast, both of them pulsing with desire.
Willow felt the build-up in her belly come on quick and couldn’t hold it back. She clamped down on Tara’s fingers and bit her bottom lip as her eyes rolled back into her head.
Tara paused to watch her facial expressions, then moved her fingers out when Willow’s pulsing walls eased. Willow turned back to Tara with red, but cooling, cheeks and readjusted under her.
She started moving her wrist again and Tara’s eyes instantly fluttered closed. Tara started to move her hips, even faster than before now she could use both hands for leverage, above each of Willow's shoulders.
Willow enjoyed the aftershocks as Tara’s slick body slid against her and changed her position so her girlfriend was getting attention on her clit as well.
Tara’s toes flexed as the beginning of an orgasm washed over her, eventually releasing with a soft cry and tensing of her thighs.
She fell off to the side, taking in quick breaths and just laid there, blanket half-draped across her waist.
After a minute, when Willow had come down from the high of giving Tara pleasure as well as the receiving, she cocked her head in her girlfriend’s direction.
“Will you have sex with me when I really am old?”
Tara turned her head and quirked an eyebrow, still slightly panting.
“Will I have sex with you? Not ‘will I love you’?”
Willow shrugged one shoulder.
“I know you’ll love me. And I’ll love you. We're a forever thing.”
Tara blinked a couple of times, then crawled back over Willow. Willow noticed the amorous look in her eyes.
“Did I just earn more brownie points?” she whispered.
Tara silently and slowly nodded, then ducked her head to kiss from Willow’s throat, down.
Willow’s neck titled into the pillows as Tara’s mouth worked hotly down her body and between her legs. Her hand moved between tugging on Tara’s head and clawing at the sheet during different phases of pleasure until she finally came again with a long, guttural groan.
Tara wiped her mouth and sluggishly moved back up to curl into Willow’s side and rub her belly.
“Yes I’ll have sex with you,” she answered the question while kissing her girlfriend’s shoulder blade, “Unless I get brittle bones or something…I couldn’t risk a break every time I touch that sweet, tight thing.”
She saw a new flush rise on Willow’s chest and giggled.
“Hey, what’re you laughing at?” Willow asked with mock-outrage.
“Nothing,” Tara reassured, “Why are you flushing?”
Willow covered Tara’s hand on her stomach.
“Because when you rub my belly it reminds me how good a mother you’re going to be. How good a wife. And it amazes me that I get to be the one to experience it with you. You flush when you feel a strong emotion. And there’s nothing stronger than what I feel for you.”
Tara lifted herself the last little bit to kiss Willow softly.
“You’re on a brownie point lock-out until I can recover,” she said tenderly while stroking Willow’s cheek.
“Can I cuddle you with no expectation of point exchange?” Willow asked.
Tara smiled and turned over to be spooned.
“You’re so good to me.”
Willow quickly took position.
“You’re so good to me, and for me, and in general. I love you so much.”
“I love you too,” Tara replied, lifting Willow’s hand around her waist to kiss it, “Forever and always.”
Willow smiled again, lifting her chin over Tara’s shoulder.
“To brittle bones and beyond?”
Tara inhaled softly and let it go.
“To everything I will ever be. And do. And know. Because you are my constant. And that won’t ever change.”
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lol
Good because she's great, she's a lot of fun. She was sooo taking the piss with her 'street cred' comment. She did it just to get under Willow's skin, right? (Or to push her buttons, not sure of my metaphors here, anyway, Willow's a lot of fun to play with and she's such an easy target.)
Dibs-y Goodness!