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TITLE: Adult Confidential
WRITER: Laragh
STORY RATING: PG-13 to NC-17
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: They’ve graduated, now they’re faced with the big, bad world of adulthood…the second part in the prequel series of
Hacker Confidential and
Family Confidential (and follow-up to
College Confidential)
SPOILERS: Perhaps minor references to the show or stealage of dialogue, but nothing that would spoil the series.
FEEDBACK: Yes please
Chapter 1 ********
Tara followed Willow out onto the curb where she was waiting with their belongings, saying one last goodbye to the place she'd called home for the last four years.
She wasn't sad; though her time there had been life-changing, life-affirming and the best years she'd had, she was moving onto the next chapter and that excited her. She couldn't wait to make a new home and a new life with the woman she loved.
As she approached said woman, standing divested of her graduation gown, ready to enter the world of adulthood in jeans and a sweater devoid of fluff; two cars came skidding past them. Well, one car, a shiny, silver convertible Mustang came skidding past with Becky inside, while Jack's sensible Hyundai pulled up gracefully behind.
Becky had the top down and sunglasses on, milking every ounce of 'cool' points she could. She motioned for Willow.
“Get in loser, we're going shopping!”
Willow's eyes glazed over as she looked at the brand, spanking new vehicle and she turned to Tara, hands pressed together in a prayer pose.
“Can I?”
Tara hated to be the one to burst the bubble, but they were literally surrounded with baggage she had no hope of carrying herself.
“We have all of our things, Will.”
“Do you want to ride with me, Tara?” Jack asked as he rolled his window down, “That looks like a lot of stuff to carry across town.”
Tara smiled gratefully. She hadn't been enjoying the thoughts of hauling stuff on a bus or paying a cab for the length and loading of that trip.
“Thank you, Jack. I would really appreciate that.”
Willow took that as permission and hopped into Becky's car.
“Meet you there!”
They were both squealing excitedly and they sped off like they were in a getaway car.
“Did they say they were going shopping?” Tara asked wearily.
“I hope not, Becky treats it like an Olympic sport,” Jack replied with a fond smile, “She's so excited about that car. Shame her parents had to take off so soon. I only met them for a second.”
Tara nodded; that was hardly a revelation.
“From what I've heard, that might be for the best. At least when they're both together at the same time.”
“I think you're right,” Jack replied with an easy smile, “Let me get this stuff in the trunk for you.”
Jack got out and helped get the boxes and suitcases into his spacious trunk, which already had some of his own moving boxes. Tara was glad for the strength; the suitcases were difficult enough to wheel, she would have seriously struggled to lift them alone.
They fit everything in without much difficulty and walked around, getting into their respective sides.
“You guys moving into your new place today too?” Tara asked as she fastened her seat belt.
“I've been getting furniture and stuff in there for a few weeks,” Jack replied, indicating out of campus with neither of them looking back, “But yeah, today's the last of it and Becky's things. She says she doesn't know how long she'll need to say, but I figure she should just unpack her stuff anyway. Who wants to live out of boxes?”
Tara smiled to herself. Becky was being guarded, but she was still taking the next big step - moving in together - even if she wasn't admitting it yet, and Tara was glad Jack was willing to wait her out. She was glad for both of them to be entering the next phase of their lives in as much happiness as she was, and just feeling a lot of general joy from the world.
Jack disrupted her thoughts to ask for directions and Tara realised she wasn't quite sure, having used the T or walked from the Public Gardens on the other side of town. Together, they negotiated their way to Fenway Park and Tara was able to guide Jack down the side streets from there.
Jack pulled up on the curb and smiled out the window.
“Nice building.”
“I think so,” Tara replied modestly, “Thanks so much for the ride.”
“Happy to do it,” Jack replied with a smile, “Let me get that stuff out of the trunk. It was heavy, don't lift it on your own.”
Jack popped the trunk and began to lift things out onto the street. Tara started to carry the boxes upstairs since they were mostly light with the odd slightly heavy one, with things like Willow's books or the TV. She fished the key out of her pocket and opened the door to their new apartment, though not for the first time that day.
Whilst off 'finalising paperwork' that morning, at least as far as Willow was concerned, she had really been stocking their kitchen with dishware and silverware, as well as filling up the fridge with supplies to last them until they did a proper tour of the neighbourhood and found a local supermarket.
She'd hoped to have the whole place kitted out and ready to step in and be liveable for Willow, as a surprise, but that hope had been dashed when she'd realised how much stuff there was and how unable she would have been to get it there herself.
She stacked the living room boxes in by the table and bedroom boxes in the bedroom so they were accessible and headed back downstairs.
Becky had pulled up behind Jack as he unloaded the last of Willow and Tara's stuff from his trunk, with the top still down and music playing louder than was necessary. Both Jack and Tara shared a grimacing look, but they both softened when they heard their respective girlfriend's laughing.
Becky shut off the music and eyed Jack over her sunglasses and wolf whistled.
“Hey, where can I get a hot mover? 1-800-Great-Butt?”
Jack's cheeks tinged pink, while Willow stepped out of Becky's car, feeling too cool for school and grinning at her inner thought's graduation pun.
“Looks like I missed all the heavy lifting,” she said, obviously not too cut up about it.
Tara put her hands on her hips.
“Not quite, missy, we still have to get these upstairs,” she said, gesturing to the suitcases.
“I'll help out,” Jack offered.
Tara shook her head.
“Thank you so much, but you've done more than your share. I know you have your own unpacking to do.”
“Oh, he's packing all the time,” Becky called out with a lascivious grin.
Jack blushed to his toes and hurried back into his car.
“Bye. I'm sure we'll see you soon.”
“I'll be seeing you soon!” Becky heckled after Jack, “
All of you, baby.”
Willow grinned at her friend, admiring her boldness.
“Four for you, Glen Coco.”
“Boo, you whore!” Becky called, pulling off the curb and following Jack in his car, “Laters!”
Tara blinked a couple of times and dropped her hands off her hips.
“Well, now that whatever that was is over…”
Willow held her hands up defensively.
“Alright, alright, I'm lugging. I'll get the rest in. Thanks for doing all the work.”
They got the three heavy suitcases inside the door and there was one last box of lamps and ornaments, which Tara grabbed to carry up with her. She set it carefully on the floor and opened it up to unpack. When she had taken most of the contents out with still no sign of Willow, she grabbed the keys again and went to search for her.
She found Willow on the landing between the first and second floor, collapsed and panting on the stairs, surrounded by the three suitcases. Tara stood over Willow, who weakly flicked a hand at her.
“Go on without me,” she panted, eyes closing, “I want you to have a good life. Be happy.”
Tara rolled her eyes.
“Willow, it was one floor.”
Willow mumbled something incoherent, so Tara turned the two lighter suitcases onto their wheels and got them up inside. She repeated the process to get the last, heaviest one in on its own, then descended the stairs one last time to help Willow up.
“Come on,” she said, holding Willow by the waist, “Why did you try to take everything at once?”
Willow leaned right against Tara, still slightly out of breath.
“Always been…an overachiever…”
Tara couldn’t help but smile, and brought Willow to the couch.
“Rest, and when you feel up to it, unpack these boxes, okay?” she said, and saw Willow pout, “All you have to do is put up a few lamps around and organise the kitchen appliances. It would really help me out. I don't know how half those things work anyway.”
Willow sat up sheepishly.
“I wasn’t complaining. Of course I’ll do that. Sorry for being a baby.”
Tara held her hand out for Willow’s, then lifted it to her lips and kissed her knuckles.
“A solid hour and we’ll have our place just how we want it.”
Willow nodded, perking up.
“Our place. Love that. Hasn’t hit home yet.”
“Well it should, this is our home now,” Tara replied, returning Willow’s hand to her.
She went off into the bedroom and Willow lazily caught a box between her feet and dragged it over to where she was sitting without getting up. It was the one Tara had already opened, and contained an Eiffel Tower lamp, which had been brought home from Paris; their framed photos; candle holders and a collection of penguin figurines that were actually holiday ornaments, but Willow enjoyed having up all year round.
She left the penguins and most of the candles on the coffee table, arranging them so the penguins were warming themselves around the candles. The photos were lined up at various angles along the breakfast bar separating the kitchen area from the living space. She put the only two matching candle sticks either end of the bar and stood back to admire her ‘artistic’ work.
She nodded once, pleased, then sighed when she turned back around and saw Tara’s lamp still lying on the sofa. She knew Tara had painstakingly carried it all the way back from Europe with great care and was almost afraid to touch it.
She went over and delicately lifted it up to put on the coffee table, then realised there was no power outlet in reach. Her eyes followed the walls the whole way around the room as she tried to find a spot for it.
She was about to give up and leave it for Tara to figure out, when she spotted the empty TV stand. She put the lamp down, opened the box with their TV packed away and set it up on the stand. She happily found she had enough room for the lamp to rest beside it.
“Excellent!”
She plugged it in and tested it to make sure it worked, smiling as she did so.
The rest of the boxes were all filled with Willow’s books and miscellaneous electronics, most of which were kitchen appliances. Willow got her books on the shelving and fit the most important appliances on the counter-top in the kitchen, tidying the rest away in the cabinets.
She noticed the dishes and wondered how they got there, or where they’d even gotten dishes from. She decided to play detective and had a look around the rest of the kitchen. She found bread, cereal, pasta and bagels and then peered in the fridge, seeing her favourite sandwich fillings and snacks, pasta sauces as well as bacon and eggs for the morning.
She smiled, leaning against the fridge door.
She got us all set up. Of course she did.She realised she probably shouldn’t be standing there with the fridge door open, so closed it and headed into the bedroom to tell Tara how grateful she was for everything she’d done for her that day.
She smiled as she passed the bathroom and saw their robes already hanging up and toothbrushes laid out, but the real moment of truth came for her when she walked into the bedroom.
Various artworks that Tara had collected were hung on the walls; like the prints of 1920’s Boston she’d bought in the bookstore, which were framed above their bed and other paintings on the walls. Their nightstands were each setup with lamps; a couple of each of their books that were their current reads and had been packed with the bedroom things so they wouldn't get lost; candles on Tara’s side and a cell phone holder shaped like a hand on Willow’s. There were more books on top of the dresser, as well as some incense.
Willow could see their clothes hanging neatly in the closet and shoes set out in pairs on the floor. It was a larger closet than at school and there was a hanger for each item, unlike the pants/shirt sharing combo they’d had to do before.
There were new, or at least new to Willow, swish red curtains hanging off the windows that matched their red bedding, which Tara was currently finishing assembling.
It was absolutely beautiful, even in its simplicity, and Willow felt the warmth Tara had imparted just in setting it up for them.
This all hit her in the first few seconds of walking in and she had to move back against the wall to stay upright.
Tara looked up when Willow came in and noticed she got a bit unsteady on her feet.
“Honey, are you okay?”
Willow’s eyes slowly lifted to Tara’s, and she swallowed audibly.
“You know when I said it hadn’t hit me yet?” she said, touching the corner of the dresser reverently and moving her hand around to touch everything in the room, “Well it just did.”
Tara smiled at Willow’s reaction and waited patiently for her to get a proper look around. Finally Willow stood opposite Tara on the other side of the bed and returned the look.
“It looks amazing in here. I… I just… this is it. This is our place.”
Tara’s smiled turned into a grin and she tossed an undressed pillow towards Willow.
“Make yourself useful, then.”
Willow grinned back and together they finished covering the pillows and plumping them up in their spots. When the bed was fully made, Willow made herself comfortable by stretching out on it and kicking her shoes off.
Tara joined her and Willow gave a little testing bounce.
“What do you think? Can it handle three nights a week?”
Tara’s head turned to Willow, eyebrow quirked and lips sloped on one side.
“Three nights a week? Are you losing your stamina?”
Willow poked Tara in the chest.
“No, but you might, now you’re a working girl and everything.”
Tara grabbed Willow’s wrist and rolled on top of her. She pressed her hips right into Willow’s and wiggled them.
“I’ll show you three times a week in one night.”
She dropped her lips into Willow’s neck and kissed it multiple times before blowing a raspberry.
Willow snorted and giggled and Tara smiled. She left a kiss on Willow’s jaw, then laid close to her on her side, head propped up on her elbow.
“Anyway, I can’t work until I have my license. The exam isn’t until next week and then I have to wait a couple of weeks for it to come through, if I pass.”
“‘Course you will,” Willow replied assuredly, “No doubt. Hey, you were out getting us food and stuff this morning, weren’t you?”
Tara nodded softly.
“I wanted you to walk into it all done, but it was too difficult to sneak everything out and I was running out of time to organise a cab and get back on time to see you graduate.”
“I would’ve felt like a rat if I hadn’t helped at all,” Willow replied, then sighed, “You’ll probably want to change everything I put out though.”
Tara patted Willow’s wrist.
“Come show me.”
Willow took Tara’s hand and led her out into the living space. Tara looked all around, then hugged Willow from behind.
“I think you did a lovely job.”
“You do?” Willow asked, lifting up onto her tiptoes.
“I do,” Tara confirmed, kissing the back of Willow’s neck, “The penguins look right at home. I don’t know if they’ll like it when the candles are lit though.”
Willow shook her head.
“Penguins are warm blooded.”
Tara smiled against the back of Willow’s ear and kissed her there too.
“I didn’t know that.”
They stood like that for a few moments and took in their new surroundings.
“This is…perfect,” Willow said finally, exhaling a slow breath, “Hey, where’d you get those curtains in our room?”
“I’ve had them for ages,” Tara replied, gently tapping her fingertips against Willow’s stomach, “$5 in the thrift store. I figured we’d need them someday.”
Willow broke out of the embrace and turned around to face Tara, eyes slightly down.
“You really organised yourself for all this.”
“All what?” Tara asked, reaching out to rub Willow’s shoulder.
Willow tossed her hands up in the air.
“This…adult business.”
“Well, it was predictable,” Tara replied, shrugging one shoulder.
“Not for me,” Willow replied with a self-deprecating laugh, “I feel like it’s all snuck up on me.”
“Well…” Tara started, dancing her fingertips up into Willow’s neck, “We don’t have to be adults tonight.”
“We don’t?” Willow asked, perking up and grinning from the tickle.
Tara shook her head.
“Feel like a pizza and ice-cream party?”
Willow bounced on the spot.
“We have ice cream?!” she asked excitedly, then halted and held up her fingers about an inch apart, “Wait. We can be adults
a little. But we should restrict it to the square footage of the bed.”
Tara winked.
“Good call.”
Willow blushed and leaned over to press a kiss to Tara’s lips.
“Let me go online and find a local pizza place,” she said as she bounced over to her laptop case, then paused again, “Shit. Wi-Fi.”
Tara just smiled and Willow stared right at her.
“You’ve organised all the utilities already, haven’t you?” she said, shaking her head, “I’ve barely had time to pee lately. How did you do all this?”
“I had fewer exams than you, most of my finals were assignments,” Tara replied as an explanation, “That’s why I wanted to have it all done for you. You worked so hard to graduate with honours like you did. I’m so proud of you.”
Tara was also very aware Willow was in for a bit of a reality shock for life after college and wanted to ease her into it as much as she could. Her girlfriend’s uncertainty about her future had not been lost on her, but she thought it best for Willow to come to her instead of confronting her with it. Whatever the future held, it would be together, and it was up to Willow to determine the rest.
Willow left her laptop case at the table and came back over to hug Tara.
“Baby, you should have graduated.”
Tara shook her head.
“It wasn’t that important to me. Not as important as it was to see you. I wouldn’t have missed it for anything.”
Willow nuzzled her head against Tara’s chest.
“That’s gonna stay with me forever.”
Tara dropped a kiss on top of Willow’s head.
“Just like me.”
Willow squeezed Tara tightly.
“God, Tara, I love you so much. And our home. I’m so happy right now. I feel like I can’t express it enough and you don’t know.”
“I do know, and I feel the same,” Tara reply, adding a soft sway into their embrace.
Willow pressed her lips against the V of Tara’s shirt, then continued kissing up Tara’s throat and finally held her face as she planted a warm kiss on her lips.
She lingered for several seconds, then pulled back with a ‘mwah’ and a grin.
“Pizza!”
She grabbed her laptop case again and set herself up on the couch with her feet up on the coffee table. She asked Tara to call out the Wi-Fi password, and in minutes she had the area figured out.
“Okay, there’s three places that deliver close by; one Domino’s, one Italian restaurant and one trendy pizza bar.”
“You look very at home,” Tara commented, coming back from the bathroom.
“I am,” Willow replied happily, “I vote for the Domino’s. Guaranteed consistency and there’s 10% off a first online order.”
“I don’t mind what we get, honey. You choose,” Tara replied, cosying up to Willow with her feet curled under herself, “You can order online now?”
“Uh huh!” Willow replied, clicking through the ordering process.
“Cool,” Tara replied, resting her head on Willow’s shoulder and watching her do it.
Willow leaned her head back against Tara’s and pointed excitedly at the screen.
“Look, there’s a tracker. So you know exactly when it’s coming.”
“And we can make sure we have clothes on,” Tara commented with a softly sloped smile.
Willow set the laptop down on the table and cuddled into Tara, holding her around the waist.
“Remember the time I almost went out to collect with no pants on?” she asked as she traced Tara’s toes in her plain black socks, “Your socks are so boring.”
Tara tilted her head inwards and kissed Willow, whose hand moved back up to Tara’s hip.
“Mmm, but your lips aren’t.”
“Do they make up for my lacklustre under-shoe attire?” Tara asked, pulling gently on a piece of Willow’s hair.
Willow’s hands slid down and cupped Tara’s rear.
“They might have to show me some pomp and splendour.”
Tara moved to hold Willow’s face and rubbed both of her thumbs across her girlfriend's lips.
“I can make them plump and tender…”
“Oooh…” Willow replied, sighing as Tara’s arms crossed behind her neck and the thumbs were replaced with lips.
They made out fairly innocently for several minutes, but were starting to heat up when Willow noticed the tracker bar was filled with colour.
“It left the store!” she said, then looked alarmed, “Shit, do you have cash?”
Tara messed up her own hair as she puffed out a breath, then stood up and went over to her purse. She took out a couple of bills from her wallet and left them on the corner of the table before heading into the kitchen.
“I got you beer, do you want one?”
“Are you having one?” Willow asked, perching herself on the corner of the couch.
Tara slid out a bottle of red wine from beside the new bread bin she’d bought.
“I might open the bottle of wine I got.”
Willow stood up and walked over.
“Can I have a glass?”
“Of course you can,” Tara replied and turned to open the silverware drawer.
“Wait do we have a…” Willow started, then grinned when Tara spun around with the item in question, “Bottle opener. You don’t miss a trick. Guess I don’t need to ask about wine glasses.”
Tara produced two wine glasses from the cabinet and spun them around by the stem. Willow shook her head in amazement at the attention to detail Tara had paid to their new home, knowing that ten times the amount of work she’d done that afternoon had gone in to making it as homely as it was now.
“Do we eat at the table?” she asked, wondering if she should set plates.
“Wherever you want, sweetie pie,” Tara answered as she poured two decent glasses of wine.
Willow stood up on her tiptoes and turned her ankles out as she leaned against the breakfast bar.
“I think that proper pizza and ice-cream party etiquette dictates that you share the box and the tub all cuddled up with no silverware for the first and only one spoon for the second.”
Tara held out one glass for Willow.
“Couch it is.”
They went back to the couch and Willow held the body of the glass in both hands and sipped from it like it was a bowl. She swished it around in her mouth and licked her lips as it went down.
“It’s nice. Fruity.”
Tara leaned over and pressed her lips into Willow’s neck.
“You’re nice and fruity.”
“Is that a gay joke?” Willow asked, trying not to giggle as Tara’s lips tickled her skin.
“This is pretty gay,” Tara conceded, gently scraping her teeth against Willow’s pulse-point, “But I’m also very serious.”
Willow shivered and would have sloshed some of her wine had she not taken that generous first sip. She felt Tara’s mouth get dangerously close to that dip in her throat which would have signalled game over for any resistance, when the intercom buzzed through the room and forced Tara back.
“I’ll get it,” Willow squeaked, leaving her wine down on the coffee table and snatching the cash before Tara was even fully upright.
Tara sat back and smiled to herself, until a minute later there was a knock at the door. She answered and Willow walked in sheepishly.
“Gonna have to remember that key. Can’t just walk back in anymore.”
Tara closed the door behind them.
“Pizza smells good,” she said as she followed Willow back to the couch and pressed a kiss to the back of her neck, “So do you.”
Tara couldn't get enough of Willow's skin and just wanted to have her lips against her constantly. Willow blushed as she sat down with her legs under her. She opened the pizza box and inhaled it.
“Pizza steam is my second favourite kind of steamy.”
Tara sat beside her and pulled a slice up so the cheese stretched. Willow turned her head in and nibbled it free, making Tara laugh. They were both starving, having grabbed a quick breakfast that morning and not eaten since. The pizza was quickly demolished and they ended up cuddling back up together, sharing sips of each other’s wine.
“You know what we’ve never done?” Willow asked, resting her chin on Tara’s shoulder, “We’ve never had a bath together.”
Tara’s eyes sparkled and she smiled.
“That sounds like something we should fix.”
“Right now?” Willow asked eagerly and got a nod in response, “I’ll go start it!”
She scurried off and the sound of the tap starting came moments later. Tara broke up the pizza box and disposed of it.
“Willow, do you want more wine?”
“Grab me a beer!” Willow shouted back.
Tara refilled her glass and popped the cap on a bottle of beer. She then brought their drinks into the bathroom with the ice cream tucked under her arm. Willow was midway through the panty-push shuffle, so Tara joined her in removing her own clothing.
When she was undressed, she embraced Willow from behind.
“Is it nice and hot for us?”
Willow pushed her naked butt back into Tara.
“Come closer, I can’t hear you.”
Tara pressed herself flush against Willow’s back and nuzzled her nose to Willow’s ear from behind. Willow giggled and rubbed the hands splayed on her stomach.
“So how do we do this?”
“I think the traditional way is to sit in,” Tara replied as she watched the soap bubbles float around the surface, “While it’s warm.”
Willow poked a good-natured elbow behind.
“I mean do we do both do back-to-tub or one back-to-tub and the other back-to-front?”
Tara tilted her head as she considered the tub.
“I think we should start either end and see what happens from there.”
“Okay!” Willow agreed and bounced over to turn the tap off and take her side.
She decided not to mention her carefully calculated water displacement math to allow them both to sit comfortably, mostly because she was distracted as Tara’s pendulous breasts hit the water and floated.
“So…this is nice.”
Tara handed Willow her bottle of beer and relaxed back against the tub with her own glass, leaving the ice-cream on the side.
“We should get a bath pillow.”
Willow sipped some beer and left the bottle on the toilet cistern to rest, then ripped the lid of the ice-cream. She enjoyed some generous spoonfuls, then fed Tara some across the bath. Tara got the taste for it and took the tub. Willow took one of Tara’s feet under the water and massaged her thumbs into the sole.
“I could so get used to this.”
“And you’re not even the one getting a foot rub,” Tara replied with a content sigh, letting the cool sweetness slide down her throat, “But I can fix that too.”
She put the ice-cream on the shampoo shelf and took Willow’s foot to return the gesture.
Willow’s foot was particularly ticklish, and in response her other foot kicked out and had a toe land in a particularly sensitive spot of Tara’s.
“Jesus, Willow,” Tara groaned, her legs squeezing together to ease the pain in her groin.
“Sorry, sorry!” Willow replied with a blush, “Never shared a bath before. Navigating the space issue.”
Tara shifted her hips a couple of times, then started to scoot around.
“Let’s try this way.”
She settled her back against Willow’s front, who rubbed Tara’s thigh under the water.
“This is definitely good for me. I am a-okay with this arrangement.”
Tara settled back against Willow.
“Now this is a comfortable bath pillow.”
Willow’s hand snaked up to cup Tara’s breast.
“And this is my favourite bath toy.”
“I bet you had a hundred toys in the tub with you when you were little,” Tara replied with a crooked grin, “And your ducks weren’t just ducks…they were superhero astronaut ballerinas.”
“No!” Willow retorted, “They were superhero astronaut scientists.”
Tara rubbed her toes against Willow’s foot.
“Of course.”
“What did your duckies do?” Willow asked, running some water through her fingers.
“They were just a family,” Tara replied, closing her eyes as she thought back, “With two mommies.”
“Really?” Willow giggled, “You really were a baby gay!”
“My mom never minded,” Tara continued quietly, “One time my dad overheard. I remember shouting.”
Willow closed her arms around Tara’s stomach and kissed her cheek three times in quick succession.
“I love you so much and we’ll be our own duckie family someday.”
Tara lifted one of Willow’s hands to her mouth and kissed the back of it.
“We already are.”
Willow placed both hands over Tara’s and linked their fingers through. She whispered in Tara’s ear and they relaxed together until the water turned lukewarm.
“Prunification is occurring,” Willow said, wiggling her fingers in demonstration, “And meltification of the ice-cream. Might be able to save it if I get it back in the freezer.”
Tara glanced at her empty glass.
“And my wine stores are depleted…”
“I think you’re developing novinophobia,” Willow replied with a grin, “The fear of running out of wine. Geddit?”
Tara rolled her eyes as she stood up and stepped out.
“I think you have badjokeitis.”
“You can talk,” Willow retorted, taking Tara’s hands to help her up when offered.
She grabbed a towel and started to pat Tara’s chest, then got on her knees to dry her legs.
“Drying you off is the best part.”
Tara looked down at the top of Willow’s head.
“I wouldn’t say I’m dry…”
Willow paused with the towel around Tara’s feet, looked up, then straight ahead at what was in her direct eyeline. Her eyes clouded with arousal and she straightened up quickly.
“Wanna go be adults now?”
Tara grinned and offered her hand again, which was readily taken. They hurried into the bedroom and Willow eagerly guided Tara onto the bed before crawling on top of her, ice cream forgotten and left for better tastes.
Willow kissed Tara immediately and deeply, while their damp bodies slid together. There was some slipping and Tara narrowly avoided another sensitive hit, but Willow pulled her leg back in time and managed quite a graceful slide of her thigh between Tara’s legs.
Tara’s ass skated down the sheet at the same time as Willow’s thigh slid against her and resulted in a happy accident of friction. Tara pulled at Willow’s hip to repeat the movement and thrust up when she obliged.
The action caused a steady movement in the bed, and in turn, the headboard started to knock back against the wall. Tara was used to a squeaky bed, but the thump of the board was new and very palpable as it matched the way Willow moved.
It made her uneasy and was very distracting.
“That headboard is really loud,” she said with a very slight pant in her breath.
Willow started kissing Tara’s neck and palmed a breast in her hand.
“Who cares?”
“Our neighbours might,” Tara countered, pushing Willow gently off her, “This is a shared wall.”
Willow puffed out a breath of frustration.
“So we can only have sex that doesn’t move the bed?”
Tara rubbed the front of Willow’s shoulders to calm her down.
“I just don’t want to piss off our new neighbours on the first night.”
Willow calmed under Tara’s touch, let herself breathe for a moment, then hopped off and walked over to the closet.
“Where did you put all our scarves and stuff?”
Tara sat up and watched Willow’s butt as she walked.
“…on the floor somewhere.”
Willow, predictably, bent down and started trying to root them out. After a few moments, she felt something dangling at her head. She looked up and found the scarves all hanging up. She retrieved two and brought them back to the bed.
“You put them on a hanger.”
“Oh, did I?” Tara asked innocently, “My mistake.”
Willow tied a scarf to each headboard post, where they were hitting the wall.
“Now. It’s padded.”
Tara glanced either side of her at the dangling scarves.
“I thought I was getting tied up.”
Willow’s eyes went wide and before Tara knew it, her arms were bent up against the headboard and her wrists were being bound by the scarves. Willow didn’t tie them too tight, but they were secure enough that Tara couldn't slip out.
Willow ran her fingers from Tara’s wrists down her arms and sat into her lap.
“Do you remember our word?”
Tara’s head was swimming with arousal but she was coherent enough to nod.
“Tell me so I know,” Willow prompted, trailing her fingers down either side of Tara’s clavicle to meet at her chest.
Tara swallowed a few times to regain some moisture in her mouth.
“Hippopotamus.”
Willow started to grin, then stopped.
“Are you saying it so I know or because you want to stop?”
Tara quickly shook her head.
“No, don’t stop.”
Willow nodded and resumed her touching.
“Oh, I won’t,” she replied seductively as she pressed her torso against Tara’s.
The scarves suddenly pulled against the wood as Tara’s wrists strained against the fabric and her cheeks turned a bright red. Willow turned and teasingly shook her butt a little.
“You want to grab my ass, don’t you?”
Tara’s fingers splayed and curled in a claw motion and Willow knew she was going to have a lot of fun that night.
She bounced back around in Tara’s lap and watched Tara’s face instantly drop to follow her breasts. Willow put her chest close to Tara’s face, then pulled back right before the moment of contact.
Tara’s eyes were pained but her mouth was silent. Willow stretched her arms out either side of Tara so again, her breasts were close but not quite within Tara’s reach.
“You’re being verrrry quiet.”
Tara tried to swallow again, but moisture wasn’t coming.
“Ah, I get it,” Willow continued with a grin, “It’s all gone a little…south.”
She used her index fingers to tickle each of Tara’s cheeks, then brought their mouths together in a soft kiss.
“You don’t have to say anything…” she whispered then pulled Tara’s bottom lip between her teeth, “But I bet I can make you moan.”
Her lips moved down to Tara’s throat and she kissed the protuberance of her girlfriend's larynx as she swallowed. Her tongue dipped out and down to the hollow of Tara’s throat and licked right back up to her chin.
Tara’s head lolled back as she moaned and elongated her neck, offering it all to Willow.
Willow scraped her teeth along the most sensitive patches of Tara’s skin, paying particular attention to her pulse point and right under her ear.
“You like that?” Willow asked, tickling Tara’s ear with her tongue.
Tara shuddered and her hips squirmed on the spot. Willow gently grinded down so their thighs skid against each other, making their mounds momentarily graze. She took Tara’s lips again and the kiss was passionately returned.
Tara used her tongue to show the domination her hands couldn’t, but Willow remained in control and pushed the kiss back into Tara’s mouth. She kissed Tara until she was breathless, then moved her mouth down to her girlfriend’s nipples.
Her hands curved over Tara’s hips and behind her rear, then slowly slid inwards along Tara’s thighs. She palmed them until they were warm, then slid one finger between Tara’s lips and raised her head to look her girlfriend in the eye.
Tara was heavy-lidded and still straining against her restraints. Willow pressed their torsos together again as her finger swirled around in Tara’s arousal.
Tara’s blood was pumping hotly through her veins and she loved being at Willow’s mercy. Being restrained made her ironically feel totally unrestrained and aroused beyond belief.
“Please, Willow,” she begged breathlessly.
Willow licked up from the base of Tara’s neck.
“I like the sound of that…”
“Please, Willow,” she repeated throatily.
Willow dragged her fingertip up to Tara’s clit and applied some pressure. Tara’s hips jerked.
“More.”
Willow’s finger paused and Tara quickly corrected herself.
“-please.”
Willow smirked and resumed circling Tara’s clit. Her other fingers dropped, gathering moisture on the way, and slipped inside Tara in one quick movement.
Tara immediately cried out in pleasure and the scarves grew tense under the straining of her arms. Willow dragged her fingers in and out to the sounds of groaning until Tara was red-faced and panting.
Willow contemplated some more teasing torture but decided Tara looked too much in need. She curled her fingers inside and watched Tara as the nuances of ecstasy rode out across her face.
Tara came hard and fast, all over in a second but filling her entirely. Her whole body wracked and shuddered until finally her wrists hung limply and her lungs fought for breath.
Willow brought Tara down gently, then finally left her, wiped her fingers and loosened the scarves from Tara’s wrists. Tara slumped forwards against Willow, who started to gather her in for a hug, but instead found herself pushed on her back with her arms pinned above her head.
She could only grin.
“How the tables have turned.”
Tara was still sweaty and mussed, but she had Willow exactly where she wanted her. Their feet were up by the headboard and playing with each other as Tara brought her lips into Willow’s neck.
She held Willow’s wrists tightly to mimic the sensation she’d had and thoroughly enjoyed the power of being on the other side. Willow squirmed and kicked as Tara’s stomach brushed against hers.
Tara released Willow’s wrists and grabbed her hips, to make a speedy journey downwards. She bent one of Willow’s knees up and exposed her slickness to the air for a moment before moving her mouth in and tonguing her greedily.
Willow’s head was dangerously close to hanging off the end of the bed, with her body pushing upwards under the weight of Tara’s head dipping into her again and again. Her neck eventually gave way and dropped over the side, but she was too far gone to notice the rhythmic thump of her head.
Tara’s hands moved from Willow’s thighs to her stomach and gently raked her nails there. The groan that followed floated down to her ears and she moved her tongue in against Willow’s clit to hear more.
She felt that squirm in her girlfriend’s hips and held them down to keep her mouth on point.
Willow went wild feeling Tara’s firm clutch and her fingers started to tighten in the sheet. Heat was pulsating through her and her muscles began to grow taut with building tension. She felt Tara take her clit into her mouth and hum to create a vibration, making her explode on the spot.
She ripped the sheet right out of the corner of the bed and it landed over Tara’s head. Tara wiggled her face out from under it, just as Willow lifted her head up to see what had happened.
She stared at Tara’s messy hair and face encased in the fabric for a few seconds, then started to giggle and accidentally slammed her head back down against the bedframe.
“Ow,” she said, but made no effort to straighten herself out.
Tara took the corner of the sheet and wiped her mouth with it, then fixed it and climbed the rest of the way up Willow’s body. She leaned over her girlfriend's hanging head to place a kiss in the hollow of her throat.
“You’ll wake up with the worst neck cramp if you stay like that.”
“Good excuse for getting a massage from you,” Willow replied, glancing up at Tara without moving at all.
Tara drew a circle on Willow’s collarbone.
“I’ll give you one anyway…I'll give you anything.”
Willow blew out a breath, then lugged herself up with a huff of air. She collapsed onto her stomach the other way around, and Tara joined her, with a few kisses to Willow’s butt and spine on the way. She settled her head on the pillow beside Willow and pressed their lips together.
“Didn’t imagine that when I first saw the headboard.”
“I did,” Willow replied with a blush, “You know, if you ever wanted to play with scarves on me…you seem to be the only one getting tied up or blindfolded.”
“S-sorry,” Tara replied, feeling inadequate for not initiating.
“No, no!” Willow said quickly, “I wasn’t criticising. It’s me, I never said anything. So now I’m just…saying something.”
Tara put a finger on Willow’s lips, then threw a leg over to straddle her.
“Well, now you’re going to listen to me say something.”
Willow grinned.
“Ok–”
“That wasn’t a question,” Tara cut her off as she started to tie the scarves to Willow’s wrists.
Willow’s eyes went wide and she turned her lips inward to stop herself from speaking so she could enjoy every moment of this.
“Hello, Ms. Take-Charge Tara. It's been a while.”
Tara paused.
“Did I ask you to speak?”
Willow quickly shook her head.
“No, ma'am.”
Tara pressed her face up close to Willow's.
“Then don't,” she said in an evocative whisper.
Willow's eyes stayed locked on Tara's, wide and unmoving. She nodded quickly and Tara rewarded her with a steamy kiss. Willow found herself in the same trap as Tara, her wrists pulling at the scarves to grab her girlfriend's cheeks.
She was surprised by how intense the accompanying gush of arousal was but not in the slightest displeased and moaned into Tara's mouth. She felt Tara's tongue enthusiastically attack hers in response, making her skid and squirm.
Tara broke the kiss and looked at Willow with that sultry look in her eye that made Willow tremble.
“Here's what I have to say,” she said, sitting back to give Willow a full view of her body, “You're. Mine.”
She kissed down to Willow's bellybutton until her girlfriend's scent caught in her nose. It made her belly flop and she made a sound akin to a growl.
“Jesus,” Willow panted upon hearing it, her hips lifting and twisting in the way her hands were stopped from doing so.
Tara yanked Willow's hips down until she was lying with her arms splayed above her and moved over Willow's body, hovering so they were just barely grazing.
Willow's eyes pleaded silently with Tara's, who grinned and turned the graze into a grind. Willow felt the prickle of Tara's hard nipples against her own first, then the slide of their bellies and finally their mounds brushing together. Willow's legs spread and she welcomed the more direct contact.
“Oh my god,” Willow groaned, neck tilting back into the pillows.
Tara tongued Willow's bared neck, licking the beads of sweat falling down. Her hand palmed Willow's thigh, pulling her up and in so they were both getting alternating contact. Her lips moved down to Willow's chest, nibbling on her nipples and areolas to satisfy her own oral fixation.
Her nerves were on fire and Willow seemed to be feeling much the same way, judging by the sounds coming out of her mouth. Tara lifted herself back up and took Willow's lips again for that final push together.
Willow came instantly, violently pulling against the restraints and Tara came with her, holding her down with the weight of her body, which only heightened Willow's pleasure.
Tara slumped against Willow's body, smiling and very gently continuing to rub herself against Willow until the tingling subsided. She yanked at the scarves until they became loose and Willow took her wrists back, rubbing them but with a very satisfied smile on her face.
“Yep, that's decided - scarves are my new favourite accessory.”
Tara's lips curled against Willow's chest and Willow crossed her arms above her head.
She stretched all the way down to her toes and sighed contentedly.
“Maybe this adult business won't be so bad after all.”