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TITLE: Frothy Goodness
AUTHOR: Laragh
CHAPTER RATING: NC-17 (Have to go out with a bang. Hehe. Bang. Okay, showing my age, so ignore that )
DISCLAIMER: I don’t own any of the characters, Joss does. I may totally disagree with what he did with them, but alas, he still owns them.
SUMMARY: They meet. They fall in love...I’m really bad at summaries. Happy, light reading.
SPOILERS: None. No demons, no hellmouth.
FEEDBACK: Go for it.
AUTHOR'S NOTE: Really is the last update. I feel like I'm saying goodbye to a friend. I've had so much fun writing this and reading all your comments.... Big thanks to everyone who read this. And to my friend Maria who I made read every single chapter before I posted it, even though she's never seen an episode of Buffy or know who Willow and Tara are... But who now is basically in love with Willow! To Thomas, for being a great friend and listening to me go on about ideas... Dia, for being so kind and encouraging with her words...and I guess Amber and Aly for portraying the characters in such a loving and emotive manner that made me want to write about them!
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Epilogue ******
One Year Later
“You got the camera, sweetie?” Tara asked as she entered the kitchen.
“On the counter,” Willow answered as she put the single candle on the circular cake in front of her, decorated with pink icing.
The still-brunette, having decided to forgo dying her hair again when Willow had told her she preferred the darker shade, walked up to the her wife and wrapped her arms around her waist, placing a kiss on the girl’s neck.
Willow leaned back into the embrace as they both stared out the window into their back garden, watching their family and friends talking amongst themselves and playing with their daughter.
Emma was currently sitting in her high chair, looking around the garden and slapping her hands excitedly on her tray. Her red hair was glinting against the California sun and her still-the-same-shade-as-Tara's blue eyes were shining brightly.
“Can’t believe our little girl is a year old already,” Willow said, stroking the hands resting on her waist.
“Time really flew, didn’t it?”
“I’ll say.”
Tara had taken three months maternity leave and Willow had gotten two months under the Second-Parent Leave policy that the brunette had helped implement, before she’d even met her wife. When that time was nearing it’s end, the couple had discussed it and after talking with her boss, it had been decided that Willow would work from home, not needing to be in the office to complete her programming. She had had to take a minor pay cut, but they had compared the cost against childcare and their finances worked out better this way. Besides, both women were much happier having one of them at home with the baby and anyway, Willow’s work took up relatively little of her time and she loved being able to care for her child.
“You know, our daughter is currently preoccupied and being cared for by a whole host of people who love her…” Willow said, turning in her wife’s arms.
“You mean we have a few minutes to ourselves?”
The redhead nodded. Tara glanced out the window to see everyone enjoying the party. She spotted the now-married Buffy, who had had a spring wedding with Willow, Tara and Anya as bridesmaids and Emma playing the role of ring bearer, her inability to walk, having just been six months old at the time, stopping her from being a flower girl. The baby had quietly sat in Willow’s arms, holding the rings throughout the entire ceremony. Buffy was currently playing ‘peek-a-boo’ with her goddaughter, Emma happily engaging with the blonde.
“Upstairs, now,” Tara said, pulling the redhead by the hand towards the hallway and up the stairs.
Despite the little sleep both of them had gotten since Emma was born, they had both been determined to make time for each other and after the initial six-week period that Tara had been told to rest before starting sexual activities again, they took any opportunity they got to be with each other. While the spontaneity of their lovemaking had changed considerably, the frequency had changed very little and neither woman ever felt less than completely satisfied with that aspect of their relationship.
Closing their bedroom door behind them, Tara flicked the lock and pushed her wife towards the bed. Willow fell gracefully onto the bed and kicked her shoes off.
“C’mere baby, wanna feel you.”
Tara made her way to the bed, slipping off her flip-flops as she went. She crawled on top her wife, holding herself up on her forearms and leaned down to kiss the girl deeply.
Willow, wasting no time, started unbuttoning the brunette’s shirt, moving her fingers deftly and quickly before unhooking the front clasp of her bra and firmly cupping the taller girl’s breasts.
Tara threw her head back at the sensation, breaking the kiss in the process and the redhead took the opportunity of her own mouth being free to scoot herself under her wife and suck on a nipple.
“Oh god, Willow.”
Willow switched breasts, continuing her oral assaults as the taller girl moaned above her.
“Get back…mmmhhh…up here, Will.”
Willow reluctantly released the breast she was playing with and slid back up the bed, like she coming out from under a car.
Tara leaned down to lick her wife’s lips sensually whilst bringing one hand between them, undoing her own belt buckle and popping the button on the redhead’s jeans. Willow wrapped her lips around Tara’s tongue and sucked on it.
The brunette slipped her hand inside the other girl’s jeans and past her panties, gliding two fingers into her wetness.
“Ohhh baby,” Willow said, revelling in the intimate touch and brought her own hands inside her wife’s pants.
Without warning, Tara brought her hand down and thrust two fingers inside the redhead.
“Shit! Fuck, that’s good.”
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“Where are Willow and Tara? I thought they went in to get the cake,” Sheila asked Anya, who had taken over ‘peek-a-boo’ duties from Buffy.
“They probably went upstairs for a quickie,” Anya replied casually, not taking her attention away from her goddaughter, and therefore not noticing the horrified expression on Sheila’s face, “Can you say ‘my mommies are having an orgasm’, Emma? Or-ga-sm.’
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“So close, Willow, so close,” Tara panted, both of them now thrusting deeply inside each other.
“Right there, that’s it, baby, right there,” Willow responded as she felt her wife begin to thrust against her sweet spot.
The brunette started an attack on the redhead’s neck, sucking and licking any piece of flesh she could find.
She brought her spare hand up to the hem of Willow’s shirt, bunching it upwards, taking the fabric of her bra with it, letting the material hang just below her neck. She ducked her head and took the entire left breast in her mouth, flicking her tongue over the nipple and feeling it harden.
“Just a little more…” Willow said in a loud whisper, feeling herself teetering on the edge, “Please, Tara, make me come.”
Tara, almost completely consumed by her own pleasure, knew she was just seconds away from reaching her own peak. She heard the pleading tone and felt a hand push against her head. She bit down on the nipple in her mouth and felt Willow stiffen under her instantly.
“Coming, baby…TAARRAA!”
She raised her head so she could watch her wife come. Feeling both the contractions around her fingers and looking at the complete ecstasy gracing the girl’s face was enough to set off Tara’s own orgasm
She shuddered as it ripped through her, hard and fast. She collapsed on top of the redhead, completely breathless, becoming aware of surroundings again a few minutes later when she felt Willow stroking her hair.
She raised her to look into smiling eyes.
“Welcome back,” Willow said, grinning.
Tara leaned down for a sweet kiss, before pulling back and resting her head just under her wife’s chin. Willow started stroking her hair again.
“Are we the worst parents in the world? Leaving our one year olds birthday party to make love?” the redhead asked.
“Emma likes when she has happy mommies and not frustrated mommies. And she’s been lavished with attention down there anyway.”
“Yea…”
Tara propped her self up on one elbow and left a series of short, loving kisses on her wife’s lips before jumping off the bed.
She started readjusting her loosened clothes, Willow standing up and doing the same. Quickly brushing through her hair, she went to the bathroom, splashing her face with some cold water. The redhead used the sink when she was done, her hair neatly pushed behind her ears as Tara waited. They walked downstairs hand-in-hand, arriving back in the same position that had started their impromptu lovemaking, standing in front of the cake, the brunette’s arms wrapped around the smaller girl’s waist as they looked out the window, their party guests in much the same arrangement they had been before, seemingly oblivious to what had just gone on inside the house.
“You got a lighter for the candle?” Tara asked.
“With the camera,” Willow answered, pointing to both the items.
Tara reached over and grabbed the lighter, handing it to the redhead who lit the large ‘1’-shaped candle.
“You take the cake, I’ll get the camera,” Willow continued, extracting herself from her wife’s arms and grabbing the camera.
Tara picked up the cake and the couple walked out the back door.
“Does my Mom look a little pale to you?” Willow whispered when she smiled at Sheila, who averted her gaze and wringed her hands nervously.
Tara looked over at her mother-in-law, who did look a little out of sorts.
She shrugged, not knowing what was wrong and let her gaze fall to her daughter. She stopped in her tracks and balanced the cake with one hand, using the other to stop her wife.
“What is it?” Willow asked.
“Look at her. Just for a second, look at that beautiful baby girl.”
Willow looked at the baby and instantly knew what the brunette was trying to say. Their little girl was looking right at her and Tara with a mixture of adoration and simple joy that they were her parents. Willow’s heart swelled with love and she looked at the taller girl, who was looking back with a similar look her daughter had just given her, adoration and simple joy that she was her wife. Caught up in the emotion, she leaned over and kissed the brunette with all the love she had.
Pulling back, she saw Anya give her a thumbs-up sign and instead of blushing, like she normally would, she held her head high and gave a thumbs-up sign right back, proud of her family, proud of the love they had.
The couple walked towards Emma’s highchair, everyone else crowding around to sing Happy Birthday.
Happy Birthday To You
Happy Birthday To You
Happy Birthday Dear Emma
Happy Birthday To You Tara put the cake on the baby’s highchair table, while Willow got the camera ready. Emma looked at the cake for a few moments, as if contemplating it’s very existence, before digging her hands into it and smearing it all over her face, just as Willow clicked the button and captured the moment on film.
She pressed the review button on the camera, looking at the photo she had just taken, a photo she knew mirrored the two photographs of a one-year-old Willow and Tara in the same position, that were displayed proudly together in their living room. She turned to her wife, grinning.
“Tare, I think we’re gonna need a bigger frame.”
The End
by arsyadriani » Thu Aug 20, 2009 10:06 pm 
