Title: Happily Ever After
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: All characters belong to Joss Whedon.
Notes: A big thank you to rezeaka for helping me with this part.
Part Seventeen
Willow woke up and stretched her arm out across the bed. When it didn't land on anything but the mattress she opened her eyes and looked over to where Tara should be, but her spot was empty. Willow glanced at the clock on the night stand, 8:30 on a Saturday morning, she should get up, she was missing all the good cartoons. She climbed out of bed and made sure all the buttons on her pajamas were done up right before heading downstairs. She was drawn to the noise of the radio coming from the kitchen. She stood in the archway and couldn't help but smile. The twins were in high chairs half eating and half playing with the cheerios on their trays. Jesse was sitting at the table with a plate of waffles in front of her, and Tara was absolutely beautiful. She was holding a wooden spoon like a microphone singing into it and dancing around the kitchen while making more waffles. As silly as it looked, Willow was mesmerized. It was moments like this, just these little every day things, when the happiness and love would sweep her up and threaten to throw her over the edge. The edge of what she didn't know. The song on the radio ended and a slow song came on. Tara put the spoon back on the counter, and Jesse began to eat breakfast.
"May I have this dance?" Willow asked walking up to Tara. Tara smiled and wrapped her arms around Willow's neck. The task of cooking breakfast quickly forgotten as they began to sway gently to the music.
"You dance beautifully," Willow whispered, "I especially enjoyed your singing."
"I'm glad you enjoyed it," Tara said blushing, but still smiling because she was in Willow's arms. It wasn't the first time Willow had caught her doing something silly.
"I always enjoy watching you," Willow said.
"Charmer."
"That's me," Willow said. Jesse had been watching them, and trying to hear what they were saying. She was not one to be ignored.
"Mommy, dance with me," Jesse said tugging on Willow's pant leg.
"You're supposed to ask Momma if you can cut in," Willow said.
"Can I cut in?" Jesse asked as she was instructed.
"Yes, you may," Tara said turning her attention back to breakfast.
"You're a wonderful dancer," Willow said spinning Jesse around the kitchen.
"Okay, I know two people in this kitchen who need to sit down and eat breakfast," Tara said.
"You hafta eat too," Jesse said.
"I'm going to feed your sister's first," Tara said. The soggy cheerios were merely a distraction while she cooked. Some baby cereal and cut up banana was the real breakfast.
"Momma's right, we have cartoons to watch," Willow said covering her waffles in syrup.
"Is tonight your sleep over?" Jesse asked.
"Yes, and your sleep over. Don't forget Aunt Buffy is going to come spend the night with you," Willow said.
"How come I can't go to your sleep over?" Jesse asked.
"This is a grown up sleep over, and they're no fun at all. Boring, boring, boring," Willow said. Tara looked over at Willow with raised eyebrows. Willow gave her a look of apology. "You'll have much more fun here. Aunt Buffy is really looking forward to it."
"What if I get scared?" Jesse asked.
"Aunt Buffy is super strong. She can beat up anything you're scared of, and if you get real scared you can call us," Willow said.
"Okay."
"Fear not, the baby sitter is here," Buffy said coming through the kitchen door.
"That's great, Buff, you wanna give me hand," Willow said trying to feed both Summer and Harris at the same time without ruining what she was wearing. She wasn't sure how Tara managed to do it.
"Sure, Will," Buffy said dropping her rather large suitcase and taking over the duty of feeding Summer.
"You do realize you're only staying one night," Willow said in reference to Buffy's large bag.
"Um, yeah," Buffy said. "Geez, if I were staying longer don't you think I'd have brought a bigger bag. I'd need one twice that size at least."
"Our bag is half that size and it's not even full," Willow said.
"Well, how many clothes could you have packed? I mean if it were me, I wouldn't pack anything."
"This may come as a surprise to you, but Tara and I are not into public nudity. Plus I think it's illegal to walk around that way," Willow said.
"Well, you'll have the clothes you're wearing there," Buffy said.
"I'm just teasing," Willow said. "But I do prefer not to wear the same clothes two days in a row. So packing is essential, and by the way, I never said anything about packing pajamas."
"Aunt Buffy," Jesse said running into the kitchen.
"Hey, Peanut. Are you ready for a night of absolute fun?" Buffy asked.
"Yeah!"
"What exactly is absolute fun?" Tara asked coming downstairs with a small suitcase.
"Nothing you wouldn't allow her to do," Buffy said winking at Jesse.
"Just try not to get the cops involved," Willow said.
"Okay, Sweetie, Georgia will be here for a little bit, while Buffy runs an errand. You be good for both of them," Tara said kissing her daughter on the head and doing the same to Summer and Harris.
"Bye, Princess, we love you," Willow said kissing all three girls. "Have fun."
They drove to the hotel in relative silence. The quiet sounded good to both of them. Lately it had been all work and no play. There was so much to be done with school, and Willow's work at the software company, not to mention helping with the preparations for Buffy's wedding. Most of that work had been shifted to Tara, and she insisted that she didn't mind, but Willow knew that she resented it at least a little. It wasn't that Tara minded doing things for their friends, it was simply the way they all assumed she would as if she had nothing else to do. Willow had to admit that she used to share that opinion until one day this past summer Tara was sick. She had to take care of Alex, Jesse, and the twins not to mention everything around the house that needed to be done. She ended up calling Dawn and paying her to help baby sit. After that she never took Tara for granted. It was clear to Willow that Tara needed this night off just as much as she did. That's why Willow planned on making their night alone one Tara would never forget. They arrived at the hotel and Willow took the bag from Tara and handed the keys to the valet. They went in to the front desk to register.
"Good evening ma'am. How can I help you?"
"We have a reservation for Rosenburg-Maclay," Willow said.
"Ah, the honey moon suite," the clerk said.
"Will," Tara said. "The honey moon suite? Isn't that expensive?"
"Nothing is too good for my baby," Willow said emphasizing her point with a brief kiss.
"James will take you to your room."
They followed the young bell hop to the suite. He opened the door and gave them a mini tour, all of which Willow already knew. She had researched the entire evening quite throughly, including taking tours of all the honey moon suites in all of Sunnydale's nicer hotels.
"Is there anything I can get you?"
"No thank you," Willow said tipping him.
"Well you have me all to yourself, what do you want to do with me?" Tara asked very seductively.
"Not so fast," Willow said. "This evening is all about relaxation, beginning with dinner. Which will arrive in about ten minutes, so until then look around, watch television, but no getting frisky."
"You don't find that relaxing?" Tara asked playfully.
"I do, just, I have a plan, and that's not the part of the plan we're on," Willow said.
"Okay," Tara said. It wasn't that she didn't desparately need Willow, she did. It was just that without the plan, Willow couldn't relax. She needed to be in some sort of control before she could relax, so Tara would stick to the plan. "So what is the plan?"
"You don't get to know."
"I don't?"
"Nope, it's a surprise," Willow said.
"How was dinner?" Willow asked.
"Delicious," Tara said.
"Good, I want tonight to be perfect," Willow said.
"Are you going to be here all night?" Tara asked.
"Yes," Willow answered.
"Then it will be."
"Are you ready for phase two of the plan?" Willow asked standing up from the table.
"I'm not sure, since I don't know what phase two is, but I guess so," Tara said.
"I want you to put this on," Willow said handing Tara a large white box, "and only this. I'm going to get phase two ready."
Tara watched as Willow entered the bathroom and closed the door behind her. She looked down at the box in her hands and smiled, a million and one thoughts of what it could be racing through her mind. She carefully lifted the lid, and moved the tissue paper aside to reveal a beautiful, white satin robe. She pulled it out of the box and examined it, aside from Willow it was the softest thing she'd ever felt. Remembering Willow's instructions she removed her clothes and slipped into the robe, tying it loosely.
"It looks better on you than I imagined," Willow said stepping out of the bathroom completely nude. For a moment everything around her disappeared and all Tara could see was Willow. Her beautiful Willow. The smile she had been wearing now replaced by a look of desire. Her need for Willow consuming her. "Phase two is ready," Willow said extending her hand to Tara, who took it and allowed herself to be led into the bathroom. It was dimly lit by candles, and smelled like vanilla. The large tub was full of steamy water and bubbles. "You like?" Willow asked.
"Very much," Tara said. "Is kissing right now in the plan?"
"No, but we can improvise," Willow said pulling Tara to her. The feel of Tara through the satin was sending shock waves through her body. The shock waves weren't supposed to come until phase three. Willow reluctantly pulled away, slipping her hands to Tara's waist she untied the robe and stared at Tara's semi exposed body, another shock wave. "The water's gonna get cold," she said still staring. The robe dropped to the floor and the motion brought Willow out of her worship, her eyes snapped up to meet Tara's. Only under that gaze did Tara feel beautiful and confident. Willow looked at her with such hunger and need she couldn't believe she was anything less.
"We can't have that now, can we?" Tara said.
"Uh, no," Willow said. The sight of Tara the only thing that could make her go non verbal. Remembering her plan she stepped into the tub and sat down leaning against the back end. She motioned for Tara to join her, and couldn't stop the sigh that escaped as Tara leaned her body onto hers. They sat that way for a few minutes, not talking or moving, just breathing, because sometimes you just need to breathe. Willow reached over and grabbed the sponge she had put on the side of the tub and began to gently wash Tara's shoulders.
"Do you want to sit up so I can do your back?" Willow asked.
"No," Tara said pushing herself more into Willow.
"Then I start with the front," Willow said bringing the sponge down from Tara's shoulder to her collarbone and then back up again, each pass going subsequently lower until Willow reached Tara's breasts. She circled each one slowly with the sponge moving closer to the center with each circle she made until she finally grazed the sponge over Tara's nipple eliciting a soft moan. It would have been easy to abandon her mission, and just drop the sponge, and let her fingers do what they so desperately wanted to do, but she wouldn't rush. She moved the sponge lower onto Tara's belly and made swirly motions, relishing in the giggles Tara was making. She continued her way down, dipping the sponge between Tara's thighs, barely making contact with her center. The little contact she did make caused Tara's hips to buck up trying to get more. Again Willow made the same sweep with the sponge, and got the same reaction from Tara along with a little whimper of frustration. On the third pass Willow had had enough of her plan, and unbeknownst to Tara, she dropped the sponge, and brought her finger up Tara's slit all the way up to her clit. Tara jumped at the unexpected contact inadvertently knocking out the plug, and pushed herself into Willow's hand. Willow's left hand which had been wrapped around Tara's waist moved up to massage her breasts while her right hand continued it's exploration of her lover's sex. With each pass of Willow's fingers Tara tried to make the contact last, she needed Willow inside her now.
"Willow, please," Tara moaned. Normally that would have been play time for Willow, she loved to hear Tara beg for her, but this wasn't about what she wanted anymore. It was about what they both needed. Shifting so she was now on her side next to Tara she thrust two fingers deep into her and began a steady rhythm, soon adding a third. She used her thumb to manipulate Tara's clit, and soon Tara was falling into the rhythm grinding against Willow's hand. Sensing her lover's need, Willow began to thrust harder and faster. Without fear of being too loud, or waking the kids, Tara let loose as her orgasm ripped through her, screaming Willow's name over and over. For awhile both were silent, just enjoying holding, and being held after such powerful love making. It was Tara who spoke first.
"How do you always know what I need, even when I don't?" She asked.
"I think we just needed the same thing," Willow said placing a soft kiss on Tara's lips.
"But you didn't..."
"I needed to make love to you. I needed to hear you scream my name. I believe both of those were fulfilled," Willow said.
"The water's kinda... gone," Tara said after another silence. Neither of them had noticed that the water had drained away in the course of their love making.
"Then we move to phase three," Willow said.
"Which is?"
"Just like phase two, only in the bed."
"Do I get to play in phase three?" Tara asked stepping out of the tub.
"You can do anything you want."
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~Spencer~
"Well, gee, then he must have meant it because guys never say anything they don't really mean, do they? They say I love you, and you think it's true. They say, oh Anya, I want to be with you for the rest of my life, and you believe them. You believe they feel the same way about you because that's the way love's supposed to be, right? And then you get all excited with the tingly anticipation, but wait, not so fast. There's the apocolypse, and the back from the grave, and the blah, blah, blah, blah, and by the time you're finally standing there in that beautifully expensive white dress, you dreamed about ever since you became human, he gets all heeby jeeby and decides you know I'd rather just go steady."
Anya -Seeing Red-