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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 95 ********
Willow jumped out of the taxi first so she could run around and hold the car door open for Tara like a true gentlewoman.
She offered her hand, which Tara took and stepped out, holding her dress up with the other hand so the end didn't dirty on the street. The hotel had a red carpet coming down the entrance and flood lights lighting it up for extra effect.
Tara felt quite pretty and poised as she walked out onto the carpet, though still in her characteristically demure way. She smiled at the taxi driver and waited while Willow paid him.
“You ladies have a nice night now,” he called out to them cheerily with a thick New England accent, “Ain’t never seen any man or woman pull off a tux like that.”
Willow blushed and slipped an extra dollar into the cash bundle, then joined Tara on the carpet.
“He was very nice,” Tara commented, “I didn’t even mind the constant talking. I hope his daughter gets into that school.”
“And his son gets first chair!” Willow replied, nodding along, “Ready?”
“Yes,” Tara agreed, lifting her dress again, then threw a wink in Willow's direction, “And he was totally right about the tux.”
Willow beamed as she closed the middle button on her blazer and put her arm around Tara's waist. They walked towards the door and it was opened by the doorman, who tipped his hat to them.
Tara curtseyed politely as they walked past and followed the red carpet inside. Willow handed their tickets to the man at the entrance of the ballroom, who invited them inside.
It was a grand room with soft cream drapes on the wall and a huge crystal chandelier hanging from the middle of the ceiling. There were about twenty circular tables, each with six chairs around it, and impeccably laid out place settings. The seating took up two thirds of the soft wooden floor and the other third was cleared as a dancing area.
Many people were already seated; the men all in tuxedos and the women with dresses even more elaborate than Tara’s. Tara was very glad they’d chosen the outfits they did, as their other dresses would have left them horribly under-dressed.
“You weren’t kidding when you said swanky,” Tara murmured in Willow’s direction.
“Yeah, gotta keep the dork in check,” Willow whispered back, fixing her bowtie with a nervous flourish, “Can’t believe you just whipped this up for me. It’s awesome. You're the Sewmaster General!”
She took Tara’s shawl as they found their table and pulled out the chair for her. Tara sat down neatly and Willow draped the shawl over the back of her chair, then sat down in her own chair beside her.
“I had to pre-order our mains, so I got one lamb and one chicken and you can have whichever you like.”
“Oh, I don’t mind,” Tara replied, still casting her eyes around the room, “This is definitely a long way from prom.”
“Are you happy?” Willow asked, hopeful.
Tara turned to Willow and placed her palm gently on her girlfriend’s cheek.
“Ecstatic.”
Willow grinned, delighted she’d been able to organise a special time for Tara's special day.
“Can’t take all the credit. I’m very lucky your birthday happens to fall on a major holiday. Lots of events to choose from.”
Tara pecked Willow’s lips and scooted her chair properly into the table.
“I love this cloth,” she said as she ran her hand along it, “It must be a nightmare to get marinara stains out of, though.”
“Something tells me they don’t have to worry about marinara,” Willow replied, flapping her own napkin into her lap, “Red wine jus maybe.”
A waiter appeared with glasses of champagne on a circular tray after just moments, prompt and courteous. Tara took one and Willow declined, filling her water glass up instead. People came and joined them at their table but didn’t converse with them much past cursory smiles and hellos.
Neither Willow nor Tara minded much, happy to be each other’s conversational partner.
“I guess nobody had a Britney Spears album handy,” Willow commented as another classical piece boomed through the speakers.
“It’s Brahms,” Tara replied, sipping on her champagne slowly, enjoying the fizziness bubbling over her tongue.
“Who-ums?” Willow asked with a teasing grin.
“My mom used to sing me the lullaby,” Tara replied, smiling softly and humming.
Willow brushed her fingers against Tara’s upper arm, gently squeezing her there.
“That’s so sweet. I can't wait to hear you singing lullabies.”
They shared a smile and held hands under the table until the food started to come out. They enjoyed a warmed cheese salad to start and Tara opted for the lamb while Willow got the chicken for their mains. They shared dessert off each other’s forks; a piece of rich chocolate tart, so rich that even Willow could only finish half of her helping.
“I think that was the single greatest meal I’ve ever eaten,” Tara commented as the last of the plates were cleared away, eyes starting to shine with tipsiness, “Well…”
She eyed Willow up and down, who blushed and looked around quickly, but no one was paying any attention to them.
“Make that second best,” Tara finished, swirling her champagne gently before taking a long sip.
“I’m glad I’m all covered up so you can’t see my blush,” Willow murmured, lips quirking into a grin.
“I’m not…” Tara replied, dancing her fingertips along the arm of Willow’s blazer.
Willow gulped down some water while the lights dimmed down and music got slightly louder. Less gluttonous couples who were actually able to move went to the dance floor and started moving gracefully around in obvious well-practiced rhythms.
Willow looked at them, both fearful and envious.
“I guess you’re pretty committed to the idea of the dance part of the ball, huh?”
Tara rubbed Willow’s arm reassuringly.
“We’ve danced before. And you were quite able. This is the second time you’ve brought me to a dinner dance come to think of it.”
Willow shrugged one shoulder.
“I guess because it’s more important to me that you have fun than I be seen as a dork.”
Tara smiled.
“Nobody will think that, but we don’t have to get up if you don’t want.”
“Maybe in a few minutes,” Willow replied nervously, “Those people up there look like professional waltzers.”
“I think all the men look terrified,” Tara responded, looking at the couples dancing, “See that guy in the corner?”
Willow discreetly followed Tara’s eyeline to a guy in the corner who was following his partner’s lead but was glancing down anxiously at his feet every few seconds. Willow felt a very big affinity and suddenly wasn’t so nervous anymore.
She stood up and offered her hand, which Tara took, pleasantly surprised.
Willow fixed her bowtie, as was becoming her way to boost her confidence, and to make sure she was presentable. She assuredly took Tara’s hands to lead the dance.
“I’m wearing the pants tonight,” she said off Tara’s slightly amazed look.
“Don’t ruin a nice evening with crappy gender roles,” Tara replied, still leading the dance a tad, as the more natural dancer.
Willow shot a look in her girlfriend’s direction.
“Chick in a bowtie here, gender rolls be damned! I'm literally wearing the pants! Now shut up and let me twirl you.”
Tara politely bowed to Willow, handing her the dominance. Willow twirled Tara on the spot, then moved back in step with her, eyes focused ahead to keep up with the other dancers without breaking the illusion of proficiency.
There was courteous clapping from most between songs, though the music was so extended in length that it wasn’t frequent or insincere. The type of dancing didn’t require them to emit a huge amount of energy and both girls were able to enjoy moving with each other for quite a while before needing to break.
A bar had opened up behind the dance floor, causing more couples to float away from the formal dancing. The room gradually got louder until there was a noticeable shift when a disco ball came down from the ceiling and TVs hanging on all four walls came to life with an hour long countdown.
More currant music began to play and as alcohol oozed through people’s bloodstreams, they seeped onto the dance floor with a lot less finesse than the dancing that had graced the floor previously.
“I feel like we time travelled from the 20’s to the 70’s,” Tara commented, still sipping on champagne, “Should I ditch the dress for some hot pants?”
“Yes,” Willow replied with a grin, “But not until we’re alone.”
“Right, alone,” Tara replied, matching Willow’s grin, “I don’t have any leg warmers but I can think of what I can use as ear warmers…”
Willow blushed.
“Where’s that water, hmm?”
She refilled her water glass and started to glug it down, but Tara was pulling at her hand.
“Wanna go dance like dorks?”
Willow left her glass down, then lifted her chin to show some confidence.
“You know what? I do.”
They went back to the dance floor and forwent any decorum, launching into whatever movements their bodies fell into naturally. Tara remained in rhythm without putting too much thought into it, and Willow was following Tara’s lead so kept with it as well.
They danced in their own little corner with intermittent interactions with people dancing around them, but were mostly in a world just moving and laughing with each other.
Willow stood back to watch Tara dancing by herself, kicking out her dress and just generally enjoying the beat. She looked so radiant and beautiful that Willow was awestruck, then caught for breath when Tara smiled in her direction.
She moved right up close to Tara, intending to kiss her, but was stopped with her mouth closing in as everyone suddenly started yelling.
“Ten! Nine! Eight!”
The screens were flashing down the seconds and a large projector had the same visual going all around the room. Willow took Tara’s arms and held her close.
“Three! Two! One! Happy New Year!”
They drowned out everyone else and Tara rested her forehead on Willow’s.
“Happy New Year.”
Willow nuzzled their noses.
“Happy Birthday.”
They shared a sweet kiss much like the rest of the couples in the room, though theirs lingered. Balloons had fallen from somewhere when they broke apart and were all around their feet. Willow kicked one and glanced to Tara, sliding her hands up to her girlfriend’s shoulders.
“Is my belle of the ball ready to be belle of the bedroom?”
Tara leaned over to whisper over the loud celebrations.
“I’m ready for the bedroom but I don’t think you’ll get a belle.”
Willow felt her panties dampen with the surge of arousal spilling out of her from Tara’s tone and look. They gathered their purses and Tara’s shawl and headed out from the noisy ballroom into the quieter lobby.
Tara stepped towards the doors, but Willow grabbed her hand and pulled her towards the elevators.
“This way.”
Tara just smiled.
“You got us a room, didn’t you?”
Willow nodded.
“Yes, just like last year and it’s really your birthday now so you are forbidden from rejecting any spoiling.”
Tara lifted Willow’s hand and kissed the back of it.
“You’re so sweet.”
Willow pressed the up button and the elevator opened straight away.
“Do you have a key?” Tara asked as Willow ushered her in.
“Uh huh,” Willow replied, pressing the button for the 12th floor, “Dropped a bag off this morning in the coat closet and checked in when you went off to the bathroom that time earlier. Call me Ninja Willow. I’m all with the…”
She attempted some slightly absurd ninja moves and Tara grinned.
“Swimming?”
Willow paused. That sounded familiar.
“Hey…”
The doors sprung open and Tara ran her hand along the decorative wallpaper as they walked the hallway to the room. Willow opened the door and let Tara in first, who walked to the middle of the room and looked around in wonder.
“Wow.”
The room was minimalist but visually stunning with a four poster bed, ornate white sofa and glass coffee table. The drapes on the floor-to-ceiling windows matched the luxury cream ones from downstairs and led to a balcony overlooking the city.
Tara went over to the sofa, which with its flat cushions and hard back, was more decorative than comfortable, but she didn’t care much as she draped herself over it, feet crossed and hanging over the end.
“Where’s my servant?” she asked, arching her head over the other end.
Willow smiled and stood behind Tara’s head, taking it in her hands and kissing Tara’s forehead from above.
“I think someone is drunk.”
“Am not,” Tara retorted with a crooked grin and glassy eyes, “I’m…merry.”
“Is that between tipsy and tanked?” Willow asked, hunching down so she was level with Tara, “Hey, maybe we shouldn’t…”
“I’m not
that drunk,” Tara replied, quite coherently, then added on, “I give my full and
enthusiastic consent for you to have your very wicked way with me.”
She put a finger under Willow’s chin and tilted her head back, kissing her upside down. Willow massaged Tara’s elongated neck and one finger dipped down into her girlfriend’s cleavage.
Tara kicked her shoes off the end, where they fell to the floor with a soft thud. Willow looked up, dragged her fingertips up and down Tara’s arms, then scooted around on her knees. She pulled Tara’s legs towards her and lifted one foot, kissing Tara’s ankle and up her shin.
Tara reclined back lazily and sighed softly as Willow’s lips peppered her skin right up to her knees. Willow’s head was lost under the sea of puffy dress fabric as she got further up and couldn’t make it past that point, despite her eager pushing and willingness.
She finally popped out, hair mussed.
“I think it’s going to have to come off, ma’am.”
Tara draped each of her ankles over Willow’s shoulders and turned them inwards so her toes were against the back of Willow's neck.
“There’s nothing you can do?”
Willow turned her head to kiss Tara’s calf.
“There’s plenty I can do once I get a proper look under the hood.”
Tara opened her arms, which Willow moved into. They started to kiss and Tara sat up so her zipper was accessible. Willow pulled it down, caressing Tara’s back on the way. The bodice hung loose so Willow held it up as they broke the kiss and stood together. She held it carefully as Tara stepped out, then went to hang it up so it wouldn’t get creased or stamped on.
When she turned back, she was greeted to Tara in just her panties with her breasts hanging lusciously on her chest. Willow had to make sure her mouth was closed and that she wasn’t drooling.
The moonlight caught the curve of Tara’s hips, highlighting their sway. Tara’s tipsy giggle filled the room and she fell backwards onto the bed, spreading out to touch all four posts.
Willow shrugged her blazer off and started pulling off her shirt, but Tara put a hand up to stop her.
“Slowly.”
Willow grinned and stripped down to her underwear. She'd done a quick change-out earlier when dropping the bag up and was donning a purple teddy she'd bought for the occasion.
Tara gulped audibly.
“Oh wow.”
Willow was nervously posing in the garment.
“It's a little more risqué than I normally buy, but I hoped you'd like it…”
Tara eyed her like she was wanted to eat her for breakfast.
“Put the bowtie back on.”
Willow quickly fastened the bowtie back around her neck, and jumped into bed as Tara made a 'come hither' finger motion.
“Your wish is my command, o’ haver of birthdays.”
Tara folded her arms under her head, causing her chest to pop out more.
“And my body is yours, o’ purveyor of orgasms.”
Willow crawled on top of Tara, her body hovering a few inches above.
“That’s a pretty big word for a ‘merry’ old soul like you.”
“Orgasms?” Tara asked, putting a finger on Willow’s lips and letting it fall away, “Because I like them big.”
Willow lowered her bottom half so her hips and thighs were on Tara’s and the material of the lingerie glided against her skin.
“Well now that sounds like a very helpful starting off point…”
She laid down more fully on top of Tara and their bodies naturally grinded together. Tara buried her head into Willow's pushed-up breasts and spent a long time enjoying the contours of her body that the teddy provided. When she could take no more of the thin material barrier, she started to yank and pull Willow into nudity, though the bowtie stayed on.
It hadn't lasted long on her body, but then good lingerie shouldn't, and Willow was on fire too, ready to be touched. She helped herself out of the teddy and moved back on top of Tara's body. She could feel Tara’s heat through her panties and moved her thigh in to get closer contact. Tara’s panties were damp against her skin.
Tara closed her eyes and moved her hips into Willow’s thigh, loving the fleeting rush of heat in her belly every time her clit hit the seam of her panties.
“Mmm…Willow…”
She tilted her neck as an offering and just relaxed into the pleasant mix of sensations as Willow’s mouth suckled her skin. They'd slowed down a tad, but Willow was exactly where Tara wanted her to be.
After a little while she was more than ready to kick things up a notch, and with a tipsy wiggle, rolled Willow onto her back and straddled her. She pulled her panties down her legs and lifted her knees to get them off, but in the fumble fell backwards onto the floor.
Willow shot straight up.
“Tara!”
Tara focused her eyes in time to see Willow hovering over her. She started to giggle.
“Baby, are you okay?” Willow asked, giving her a hand up.
“Mmhhmm…” Tara confirmed, eyes glassy and darkened with lust, “Hey, I had you just where I wanted you…”
She put her palm on Willow’s chest and pushed her back onto the bed, then climbed on again. Unshy and very aroused, she guided Willow’s hand between her legs and moved her hips insistently.
Willow glided two fingers along Tara’s lips and then inside, stretching them out to elicit the moan they both wanted. She began to round her wrist to get the rhythm right until Tara was bouncing and expressing her enjoyment quite vocally.
Watching Tara was its own reward for Willow, who loved observing each expression of pleasure more than the next. She watched Tara engulf her fingers and bite her bottom lip to contain a moan during each downward thrust. From there, Willow’s eyes floated upwards to watch Tara’s stomach muscles contract and release in sync with that extra squeeze around her fingers.
Her own breath grew shallow taking Tara all in; seeing her hands tangle in her own hair, then pull at the ends as her moans hitched and a flush rose on her chest.
Willow brought her thumb up and added it into the rotation against Tara’s clit. The effect was instantaneous and she watched Tara’s eyelids flutter and bottom lip tremble for those few taut seconds of orgasm before she collapsed off beside her.
Tara’s hands were lightly massaging her own stomach and she was letting moans vibrate past her lips as she enjoyed the aftershocks of her tingling body.
Willow found herself voraciously turned on by the pleasured look on Tara’s face and watching the gentle sliding of her wet thighs together. Without needing to think about what she was doing, she was between those thighs and eagerly tonguing Tara’s warmth in seconds.
Tara’s eyes rolled back into her head as an unexpected rush of pleasure coursed through her. It was followed by continuous waves as Willow tended to her with her keen and skilful mouth.
“Oh god…” she moaned, pushing Willow’s head into her with one hand as her hips pushed up at the same time, “Oh god, Willow…”
The pressure was building quickly in her abdomen and she was trying hard to make it, and herself, come faster. She writhed and groaned, chasing the high, until the tension finally broke and she climaxed twice as hard as the first.
Her new bangs were stuck to her forehead with sweat but she barely noticed as her head lolled to one side, completely spent and sated. Willow finished up the clean-up operation and came back up alongside Tara, very satisfied with herself.
She moved onto her side, propped up on her elbow and took care of Tara by getting the hair out of her eyes and rubbing her belly.
Tara slowly came to, but didn’t rush it, very content with her state of being. Finally she mustered the energy to turn her head in Willow’s direction. She blinked and smiled upwards, and was about to lean up for a kiss when her belly let out the loudest rumble under Willow’s hand.
She blushed and looked down, as if to confirm it had come from her.
“How is it even possible that I’m hungry again?”
“You burned some serious energy with the dancey-dancey and the bouncy-bouncy,” Willow replied with a teasing smile, “Hey, let’s order room service.”
Tara made an unsure noise and Willow shot her a look.
“Tara…”
“It’s not a don’t-spoil-me thing,” Tara replied, lazily squeezing Willow’s thigh, “It’s a general objection to the ridiculous prices.”
Willow shrugged.
“It’s my money. My parent’s money, really. They never did much for me, we might as well let them buy us some post coital munchies. They’d be utterly horrified at the idea and that is a big bonus in my book.”
“I’m just saying, it’s not like it’s an unlimited fund,” Tara pointed out, but Willow was dismissive on the subject.
“It’s lasted this long,” she replied, already reaching for the phone, “What do you want? Oysters? Strawberries dipped in chocolate?”
Tara thought about it for a minute before answering.
“A really juicy cheeseburger. With fries.”
Willow paused, hand on the phone. It was unlike Tara to go for something so unhealthy.
“No salad?”
Tara shook her head.
“Not even on the bun.”
Willow couldn’t help leaning back over and nuzzling Tara’s neck.
“You’re sexy when you’re bad…”
She kissed along Tara’s jaw, ending at her lips, then before she could get distracted again, jumped away to quickly order two cheeseburgers, fries, shakes and even some of the chocolate covered strawberries for after.
She hung up the phone and rolled back on top of Tara, nipping at her lips and throat. Tara sighed and turned her chin down to kiss her.
“Every time you touch me you make me more turned on than I’ve ever been before.”
“That feeling is very, very mutual,” Willow murmured, pressing her lips softly against Tara’s.
They continued kissing, hands moving nowhere but each other’s faces, until there was a knock at the door 10 minutes later. Willow pulled herself away and threw one of the hotel’s big fluffy robes on to answer it.
She stopped the porter from wheeling it in for them, quickly slipping him a tip and closing the door again. Willow wheeled it in, but was instantly greeted with a snort.
“You look ridiculous in that robe and the bowtie.”
Willow looked down at herself, grinned too, and whipped them both off.
“Naked butler costs extra. 10 kisses an hour or 50 for the whole night.”
“Bring me that cheeseburger and I’ll write you a blank check,” Tara replied, even hungrier now she could smell it.
Willow took off the metal domes off both of their plates and brought them over to the bed. Tara sat cross-legged and dug in to her burger, enjoying it immensely. Willow ate slower, mostly distracted from her demure girlfriend scoffing her food like she hadn’t eaten in a week.
I’m pretty sure that’s a deconstructed compliment…She smiled in amusement, then noticed Tara had some mustard above her right breast.
“You’ll be spilling everywhere with that hair in your eyes,” Willow commented, then leaned over and licked it right off, “But not to worry, I’ll be your official licker-upper-er.”
“I don’t know if I can handle another licking up so soon,” Tara replied with a bashful smile and lightly flushed cheeks.
Willow blushed too and held up a fry for Tara. They finished the rest of their meal that way, with intermittent kisses and regular shared smiles. When every last crumb was gone from their plates, Tara laid back down and put her hands over the bulge of her very full stomach.
“Food baby.”
Willow put their plates back on the cart and washed her hands quickly before returning to bed.
“Tummy rub?”
Tara reluctantly shook her head.
“I think I’ll explode if you touch me.”
Willow smiled understandingly and was happy just to lay close to Tara instead.
“I bet she’s a cutie. What’s her name?”
Tara thought about it for a second, very gently caressing her own stomach with the least amount of pressure.
“Her name is Roly Poly Rosenberg-Maclay.”
Willow’s eyes slowly lifted to meet Tara’s.
“Rosenberg-Maclay?”
Tara flushed again.
“I mean, um…”
She kept her eyes down, but the awkward moment didn’t linger too long, as Willow spoke up again.
“I’ve thought about it,” she admitted softly, “Taking your name I mean.”
Tara’s eyes drifted back to Willow’s.
“I’ve thought about it too. Taking yours.”
“I wouldn’t want you to have my father’s name,” Willow replied, shaking her head, “I don’t even want it.”
“Well, ditto,” Tara said and their eyes met again.
Willow tucked a piece of hair behind Tara’s ear.
“But you know…Rosenberg-Maclay…that’s not really either of their names. It would…just be ours.”
Tara smiled and turned her head enough to kiss Willow’s wrist.
“Yeah, it would.”
Their eyes stayed locked for another few moments, then they leaned towards each other to share a promising kiss and sweet nose nuzzle.
Willow curled around Tara’s side and rested her hand gently atop Tara’s. They cuddled for a little while until the food comas had passed and Willow sat up again with a bounce.
“I have something for you.”
She swung her legs off the bed and went over to the overnight bag she’d had brought up earlier. She unzipped the front pocket and pulled out a wrapped rectangle. The front’s wrapping was quite neat, but got bulbous on the edges and the back had tears, bunches and plenty of tape.
She came back to the bed with it sheepishly.
“I didn’t wrap it with my feet, I swear…it just looks like I did. I went through a whole roll. Believe it or not this was the best attempt.”
Tara smiled and cupped Willow’s cheek affectionately for a moment, then took the offered present. Willow audibly swallowed as Tara unwrapped it.
“I wanted to make you something, like all the beautiful things you’ve made me. Well, you know I’m not as multi-talented as you with the art-y, creative stuff…but I can work my way around a computer.”
Tara smiled curiously and pulled out a silver photo frame. She flipped it over to see the picture.
It was a red heart on a white background embossed with their initials in gold, though the heart wasn’t a consistent red and looked almost pixelated. Tara brought it closer to examine.
“It’s all pictures of us, just really small to make the big picture,” Willow explained, bringing her knees up to her chest, “I learned a lot about editing software when we were doing the film and anyway…I hope you like it.”
Tara could make out the little icons now they were pointed out to her and her eyes darted around trying to identify each one.
“Honey…”
She traced the outline of the heart reverently with her finger, then put it down gently and flung her arms around Willow.
“I love it. You put so much work into it. I’m going to bring it away with me and put it by my bed and look at it every night.”
She pressed repeated kisses against Willow’s cheek, who grinned in delight, loving the affection. They started to kiss and move into a more horizontal positon with Tara on top.
They kissed slowly and deeply, luxuriating in each other and the soft slide of their bodies.
Tara was playing with the ends of Willow’s hair and her collarbone, letting her fingertips press softly into her girlfriend’s skin. Her hand started to move lower and moulded around Willow’s breast.
Willow’s back arched up and Tara squeezed, letting Willow’s nipple slide between her fingers. Tara pinched and palms until she felt Willow sticky on her thigh and then moved her hand lower to play with her girlfriend’s curls.
Willow eagerly opened her legs for her and groaned into Tara’s mouth when fingers were dipped inside to wet them, then dragged up and over her clit. She bent her knee out and up over Tara’s hip. She took Tara’s neck in her hands and kissed her even more deeply. Their passionate moans mingled in the air above them.
Willow’s hands twined in Tara’s hair at the peak of her excitement, her fingers flexing tightly against her girlfriend’s scalp. She broke the kiss as the orgasm began to wash over her and cried out softly into the air.
Her hands then slid down to Tara’s buttocks and she lay there, panting and content.
Tara rested her hips on Willow’s and kissed her neck softly until she thought her girlfriend had drifted off. She kissed her cheek and stood up to have a little stretch and decided to check out the balcony. She threw on the robe Willow had discarded and slid the glass door open to step out.
The cold air of the wee hours hit her face and there was light snow falling. It was pretty freezing, but refreshing to be in for a minute or two. Only a few seconds passed before Willow stepped out too, sleepily tying the tie on the other robe.
“You stole my robe.”
Tara offered an apologetic smile, then turned it towards the quiet, beautifully twinkling city.
“We could be in Paris right now.”
“Until we hear the next drunken Irish guy rolling down the street anyway,” Willow replied, folding her arms across her chest and leaning against the railing.
Tara turned her head up and took a deep breath of the cold air.
“It’s just so nice to breath.”
Willow frowned, unsure what that meant.
“Do you feel like you can’t breathe at home?”
Tara leaned over the railing and sighed. She quite enjoyed her schooling, but did feel bogged down with it sometimes and the heartache involved with working with abused and disadvantaged children. She was looking forward to a fresh perspective.
“Something new is just nice sometimes.”
They both looked out onto the city, thinking about Tara’s upcoming trip in very different ways.
“I really want you to have a good time,” Willow said honestly.
Tara looked over to Willow and thought about the nicest thing to ever enter her life, the best thing she'd ever have. She loved Willow and knew she could cope with it all as long as Willow was beside her, and could breathe properly when it was through Willow's lungs. She brushed her fingertips against the back of Willow’s hand, smiled lovingly, then squeezed gently and went back inside to go to the bathroom.
Willow stayed staring out into the night, fighting the hollow ache in her heart.
She went back inside, closing the door on the cold air, and she hoped, the cold feeling in her heart.
Tara came out of the bathroom, dropped the robe and laid provocatively on her side.
“Oh Willow…this bed sure is lonely…” she said in a low, alluring tone, “And I’m craving something…sweet.”
Willow certainly felt that pang of heat she needed and started to race towards Tara. There were far better things to be doing rather than mope.
“Never let it be said that I left a Tara craving unsatisfied!”
rool (so far kept the drooling to a minimum lol 
Hahaha, so "Mommy, Mommy, Mommy, Santa was here, Santa was here!!!"
