TITLE: Hacker Confidential
AUTHOR: Laragh
CHAPTER RATING: NC-17
DISCLAIMER: Willow, Tara and any other characters from the Buffy the Vampire Slayer franchise belong to Joss Whedon, FOX, ME and a whole host of other entities, none of which are me.
SUMMARY: AU, set in contemporary setting. A lot of W/T fluff and some semblance of a storyline.
SPOILERS: AU fic, so at most minor references or pieces of dialogue
FEEDBACK: Yes please
Chapter 105
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Previously:
“Baby, just pull over, right over there, quick!”
Tara swiftly pulled the car over into the space Willow was gesturing at and turned off the engine, turning to stare at the redhead.
“What is it? Are you okay?”
“Yea, I’m fine,” Willow replied, before pointing out the window with a grin “There’s a baby store.”
Tara turned to look out the window and saw they were parked outside a small store with the name ‘Lullaby’ written in cursive lettering above the door and a small window display set up to look like a nursery. She turned back to Willow and looked at her pointedly.
“Willow, a baby store? I thought there was something wrong!”
Willow scowled.
“Hey, no fighting, remember?” she said before realising she was breaking her own rule and bit her lip apologetically, “I'm sorry. Sorry I worried you. But I got excited when I saw the baby store.”
Tara's features softened and she shot a wink in her wife's direction to let her know they were okay before gesturing towards the store.
“Sweetheart, I’m sure that place has really nice things, but boutique shops are really expensive. And I thought we were gonna wait ‘til tomorrow to go get the things we need for him?”
“We are,” Willow nodded, before adding meekly, “I just thought we could get him a nice outfit for this evening. You know, to introduce him to everyone in?”
The side of Tara's lips quirked upwards.
“Oh,” she replied, her smile getting a little wider, “You know, that’s a great idea. It looks pretty quiet in there, we could probably carry him in and not disturb him too much.”
“I’ll get him,” Willow grinned, jumping out of the passenger seat and opening the back door, “We should get him a sailor suit, he’d look so cute in a sailor suit.”
“Let’s see what they have,” Tara replied with a chuckle, exiting the car as well and locking it.
Willow cradled JJ in her arms, holding his body and head and smiled when he stayed fast asleep.
“I know he wakes up a lot, but man, when he sleeps, he sleeps deep,” she said with a small laugh, before lowering her voice and whispering in JJ’s ear, despite the fact he wasn’t going to hear, “Mommy does that, too.”
Tara opened the door to the store and held it open for Willow to walk through. Once they were both inside they were greeted by a woman, somewhere in her mid-thirties with long, dark-brown hair.
“Welcome to Lullaby, for all your baby’s needs. I’m Jane,” she said with a pleasant smile, before her eyes settled on JJ and her smile got wider, “Beautiful little boy. What’s his name?”
“Jacob. But we call him JJ,” Willow smiled, looking down at him, “Our little angel.”
Jane continued to smile at the interaction before bringing her hands together silently, so as not to disturb the baby.
“Is there anything I can help you with today?”
Tara started to cast her eyes over the contents of the store.
“We we’re thinking of just picking him up an outfit or two.”
“Well our clothing selection is right over here,” Jane said, pointing to an area of the store off to the left, “Feel free to browse. If there’s anything else you need...”
“Thanks, Jane,” Willow said, already walking over to the clothing and letting out a quiet but excited squeal, “Tara, look at all of these! They're so cute!”
Tara followed her wife over and smiled at all collection of miniature clothing set out on small racks or laid out on display tables. Willow went to one side as she began to browse, holding JJ to her chest with one arm, while Tara went to the other side.
They both looked through the different outfits for a few minutes until they met in the middle of their search, both holding things in their hands. Tara held up what she’d picked up first; a pair of black cotton corduroy pants with a white polo shirt and green vest/waistcoat, the same colour as JJ’s eyes.
Willow looked at the small outfit, imagining what it would look like on and instantly began nodding her head.
“Oh, baby,” she grinned, “We have to get him that. He has to wear that tonight. Look at the little waistcoat!”
“I know,” Tara grinned back, “It's the same colour as his eyes. Yours too.”
Willow smiled down at the baby, then up at her wife.
“Great find, Tare-bear.”
“What did you see?” Tara asked, taking the items in Willow’s hand since the redhead couldn’t hold them out with the baby in her arms. Her heart melted when she saw what her wife had chosen, “Willow these are adorable!”
The redhead had picked up two t-shirts, a red one with white lettering that said ‘Mommy’s Little Man’ and a blue one with black lettering that said ‘Momma’s Boy’. Each t-shirt had a tiny pair of denim pants attached.
“They’re expensive too,” Willow said in a whisper, “But we have to get them, right? We can get the rest of his clothes from JC Penny or wherever, but I mean, these are sooo cute.”
Tara turned the price tag over and inhaled sharply when she saw the figures but after another quick look at the front and seeing the wording, her heart made the decision to overrule the logical part of her brain that said paying that amount of money for such little material was ridiculous.
“We’ll get them,” she smiled softly, “Definitely. Come on, we'll pay for these and get my little guy home.”
“Hey, he may be Mommy's little guy, but he's Momma's boy too,” Willow whispered with a playful grin as they walked towards the sales counter, “You don't get to have sole claim on him.”
“I wouldn't want to,” Tara replied as she placed the items in her hand down at the table, “No matter what, he's [i[ours[/i].”
Willow felt a warmth spread throughout her body and turned away slightly, patting the baby's back as she smiled at him.
Tara could faintly hear her whisper 'ours, ours, ours'.
She turned her attention back to Jane over the counter, who rung up the items and folded them carefully into a small white paper bag.
“These t-shirts are some of our bestsellers,” she commented, then looked over in Willow's direction, “He’s very quiet. You’re lucky.”
“You haven’t heard him scream,” Tara chuckled, opening her wallet and handing Jane a couple of notes, “But we're definitely lucky.”
Jane put the cash in the register before handing Tara back her change with the bag.
“Thank you for your custom. And congratulations.”
“Thank you,” Tara replied for them before going over to Willow and squeezing her shoulder, “All done.”
Willow nodded and started to walk out of the store, Tara opening the doors on the way as she placed JJ back into his carrier and securely strapped him in. She brushed her lips against his temple before quietly closing the car door and hopping into the passenger seat, where Tara was already strapping herself in.
She pulled her own seatbelt across her chest and grinned at her wife.
“Now aren't you glad I made you pull over.”
Tara took her hands from the key in the ignition and turned to the redhead.
“Yes,” she answered, turning Willow's chin and placing a warm and soft kiss on her lips before pulling back , “But please try to avoid almost giving me a heart attack next time.”
“No heart attacks,” Willow nodded diligently, “Check.”
Tara smiled and turned the engine on before backing out of the parking space. Willow moved to rest her hand on Tara's atop the gearstick for the duration of the short journey home, content to stay quiet and hear the steady breathing of JJ from the backseat.
When they arrived back at their house, Willow again went to carry the baby and brought his sleeping form straight upstairs. Tara followed with their bag of purchases and set it on the floor beside their dresser and watched her wife put JJ in his Moses basket and cover him with the blanket.
“He’s still completely out,” Willow whispered as she kicked off her shoes before sitting on the end of the mattress. “I think bed is calling.”
“Calling us both,” Tara whispered back as she went over to the curtains and closed them across.
The room darkened considerably, though the sunlight shining in from underneath made it easy to still see. She turned back around to see Willow shaking herself free of her black pants and pulling her bra down one arm, leaving her in just her t-shirt and panties before she got into the bed,
Tara copied her wife's actions, but she removed her blouse completely and pulled an old t-shirt from the dresser over her body before slipping in beside the redhead and wrapping her arms around her waist.
“I love you,” Willow whispered, smiling as she stared into her wife’s eyes.
Tara smiled softly and squeezed the smaller girl's hip.
“I love you, too.”
She leaned her head forwards and met her wife in a gentle kiss. Willow sighed softly into the kiss and brought one hand up to cup the back of the blonde’s neck so she could deepen it, letting their tongues languidly caress each other for a few minutes until Tara’s tongue got more insistent.
Willow responded eagerly, her fingers moving down her wife's shoulder and to her chest. She stopped her hand right above Tara's breasts and pulled back, both of their breathing heavy.
A look passed between them. An intense, lusty look filled with a mixture of need and want that both knew they wouldn't be able to resist.
Willow licked her lips in response before glancing over the blonde’s shoulder.
“The baby...”
“He’s asleep,” Tara replied quietly, her gaze dropping down to the redhead’s parted lips, “If he wakes up, we’ll stop. He’s gonna be sleeping in here for the next little while, Willow. We can’t just stop being together. He can’t see a thing from down there.”
Willow seemed hesitant for a moment before taking one look at her wife's darkened orbs. She nodded, shuffling her body as close to her wife’s as she could.
“We have to be quiet.”
“Don’t stop kissing me and we won’t make a sound,” Tara whispered, her hand running along the back of Willow’s bare thigh, “You’re not too tired are you? It's okay if you are.”
Willow moved forwards and passionately kissed her wife, rolling them over so she was on top.
“I’m never too tired for you,” she whispered back, trailing kisses down the blonde’s neck then moving back up to look in her eyes, “I wanna make love with the mother of my child.”
Tara felt a lump rise in her throat and grinned wildly.
“Me too.”
Willow pressed her lips firmly against the taller girl's, sitting back on her heels and pulling Tara with her. She rid her wife of her t-shirt first before pulling her own over her head and pushed herself back fell down onto the mattress on top of Tara, their chests heaving together, making their nipples brush off each other.
Tara gasped sharply and arched her back momentarily before moving her hand up to cup the redhead's cheek, feeling their hot breath co-mingling with each other.
“I love you.”
Willow nuzzled their noses together lightly.
“I love you.”
The whispered words were the last things the two said to one another as their lips permanently attached to each other, their hands moving downwards to divest each other of their panties.
Willow felt Tara’s hands cup her ass and bit back a moan as she brought her own hands up to caress her wife’s breasts. Their kissing got more heated as they fondled each other’s flesh until Willow couldn’t take anymore teasing and entwined her fingers with the blonde’s, bringing their conjoined hands between their bodies.
Their kissing slowed to a degree as both sets of eyes opened, Willow’s green orbs staring into Tara’s azure blue depths as they gently entered each other with two fingers.
The redhead’s eyes fluttered closed in pleasure as a quiet moan went past her lips and into the taller girl’s mouth, their kissing returning to its fervent pace as their fingers began moving in and out of each other.
Tara started driving her hips forwards in response to her wife’s thrusts and felt Willow do the same a moment later against her. Their lower halves rocked steadily together in a well-rehearsed rhythm until both felt themselves near their peak.
Two sets of eyes opened again and both pulled away from the kiss, resting their sweaty foreheads together as they watched each other intently, both blown away and overcome by the beauty of the other and just how much love was manifesting between them.
“Tara...” Willow whispered in awe before her eyes glazed over and a swell of ecstasy rose within her, making her features contort in pleasure.
Tara watched and followed just a second later, a small hitch in her breath the only indication of her orgasm, despite it being one of the strongest bursts of pleasure she’d ever experienced in her life.
The room was eerily silent for a moment before they both simultaneously took huge lungfuls of air and started blinking rapidly.
“Oh my...Willow,” Tara said quietly, trying to regain control of her senses.
“Your Willow,” Willow replied just as quiet, still hazy, “My Tara.”
Tara collapsed completely against the mattress and clenched her inner muscles again to feel the completeness of Willow inside her, leaving her just enough energy to pant out a response.
“Uh huh. All yours, baby. All yours.”
Willow’s lips lazily spread into a massive grin when she heard her wife call her that. Tara was still too dazed to notice the grin and Willow was glad because even in her still foggy state, she didn’t want to spill the beans on her love for the pet name.
She was completely content with only being called it every so often, when Tara was so overcome with emotion that it slipped out, since it made her feel exactly like she was feeling right then, so loved and adored.
“Tara, that...” Willow started after a moment, her mind starting to clear, “That was...”
“I know,” Tara whispered, understanding what her wife meant, “I know.”
Willow smiled; of course Tara knew what she meant. She’d felt it, too. She could only assume the sheer intensity of the emotions that had and were still going through the two of them was because of what she’d said right at the start; that she wasn’t just making love to her wife anymore, but to the mother of her child now.
They both gently removed their fingers and rested them against each other, moving their bodies so there wasn’t an inch between them.
“Naptime?” she asked with a quiet giggle.
Tara nodded sleepily and shuffled down in the bed a little, resting her head beneath Willow’s chin.
“Naptime.”
Love it! I can't wait to see how the party goes! They're going to flip out and it's going to be hilarious!
Tara has always been the most patient with Anya.
