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TITLE: Family 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: The promised sequel to
Hacker Confidential. How are Willow, Tara, JJ and all their family getting on 4 years into the future?
SPOILERS: Perhaps minor references to the show or stealage of dialogue, but mostly just spoilers for all of
Hacker Confidential . If you haven’t read that...well, you really will have no idea what’s going on lol.
FEEDBACK: Yes please
AUTHOR’S NOTE: Hi guys! Even earlier update than I said because I’m leaving for London a day early now (and meeting Amber Benson on Friday, of which I am in a permanent state of flail). Anywho, anyone interested in some random trivia, this is my 100th sex scene (yes, I counted... yes, I’m that lame.)
Chapter 36 ********
Previously:“Yea, I know, it sucks for the workers. They were so nice and so good,” Willow replied before her stomach rumbled and she put her spare hand over it, “We want food.”
“Then food I shall get my wife and child,” Tara replied with a smile, “What are you in the mood for?”
Willow thought for a moment before giving a definitive nod.
“I am definitely jonesing for some Chinese.”
“Hey, great table,” Willow commented as they were seated at the restaurant full of couples, their table alongside the large floor-to-ceiling window and looking out over much of the twinkling lights of the city.
“It is,” Tara agreed as she placed her jacket over her chair and sat down.
Their server was a young Chinese woman, young enough that Tara suspected she was probably a daughter of whoever owned the restaurant, but was pleasant and friendly as she attended to them.
“Can I bring you some drinks to start your meal?” she asked with an American accent, leaving a menu on both of their place settings.
“Iced tea,” Willow answered as she opened the menu straight away, more than eager for some food.
“Me too, please,” Tara smiled at the girl, “With ice.”
The girl disappeared, zigzagging between the tables to the bar area at the opposite side of the restaurant.
“I’ll drive if you want to have a drink,” Willow said from behind her menu.
Tara just shook her head.
“Work tomorrow. You know I don’t hold my liquor well.”
Willow protruded her bottom lip slightly.
“But drunk Tara is cute.”
“And hungover Tara won’t be able to do her job properly,” Tara countered before grinning, “Although it’s nowhere near the despair you fall into when you’ve drunk too much.”
Willow had to concede that; it was true she didn’t handle hangovers well, and before she’d gotten pregnant, had never really had more than a glass of wine or a beer in the evenings unless it was a special occasion.
Or if Becky got to her. She tended to give into peer pressure easily.
“Well you don’t have to worry about that for a while.”
Tara smiled as she scanned the front of the menu, but she already knew what she wanted so it wasn’t taking her full focus. Willow too put her menu down in decision after just a few moments but Tara didn’t get a chance to ask what she’d decided on as their server returned and placed a glass of cloudy liquid in front of each of them.
“Are you ready to order?” she asked, noting the menus weren’t in their hands.
Willow looked to Tara expectantly, who nodded.
“We’re ready,” Willow confirmed, waiting for the girl to get her notebook and pen out before continuing, “Wonton soup and Kung Pao Chicken, please. With fried rice.”
“And I’ll have the Beef Lo Mein. With some extra vegetables, please,” Tara added as the girl scribbled, then looked at them.
“Can I bring you some shrimp toast?”
“Not if I wanna kiss my wife tonight,” Willow responded, shuddering as she recalled the last time, many years ago when they were still in college, that she’d eaten shrimp and kissed Tara, the aftermath of which making her swear off them for life, “Making her lips blow up like a puffer fish once was enough.”
Tara blushed lightly and shook her head.
“No thank you, I’m allergic.”
The girl just nodded and disappeared again and Tara kicked Willow’s shin under the table. Willow jumped in her seat and reached a hand down to her shin.
“Did you just kick me?” she asked incredulously.
Tara suddenly looked alarmed.
“Did I hurt you?”
“No, no, no,” Willow quickly reassured, reached across the table for her wife’s hand and shaking her head, “No.”
“Sorry I kicked you,” Tara replied, glancing under the table before back at Willow with a pointed look, “Puffer fish?”
“Tara, they were ten times their normal size,” Willow defended herself, “Trust me, I remember, I was terrified.”
“You didn’t know I was allergic,” Tara replied kind-heartedly, before deciding to change the subject and pointing off to the side at an object on the wall, “Look at the kitty.”
Willow looked over to the glinting, golden metal cat, its large eyes seeming like it was following everything in the room and its magnetic, hinged paw moving up and down as if it was waving.
“I love Chinese restaurants. The decorations are so fun,” she said before her face lit up animatedly as she remembered scenes she’d seen from outside her office window just a couple of weeks previously, “Or during Chinese New Year when they have that mini-parade around the city and they get like 20 people to be the dragon. We should take JJ to see that next year.”
Tara looked unconvinced.
“He’s had nightmares about dragons already.”
“Ones that breathe fire,” Willow pointed out, “Not ones that look like a rainbow and dance around the place.”
“Well we’ll have the baby too by then. Even if JJ’s old enough, it would probably be too scary for the little one,” Tara replied and saw Willow’s disappointed look, “But maybe if we think Jake would be okay with it, you can take him and I’ll stay home with the baby.”
Willow brightened and nodded.
“I’ll only take him if I really think it won’t scare him. We have like, a year, to think about it anyway.”
Tara placed her chin on her palm and smiled wistfully.
“Plenty can happen in a year.”
“Uh huh,” Willow nodded again, “Did you think this time last year that I’d be pregnant?”
Tara thought for a moment before shaking her head.
“No, not really. But I did think about it.”
Willow looked at her wife curiously.
“Did you ever think about yourself pregnant?” she asked and got a slow smile and a nod, “Did you...like those thoughts?”
Tara nodded again and Willow leant forwards in her seat.
“So...say, when this little one is running around...and we start to remember what it’s like to have a little baby...and we maybe want to feel that again...”
Tara smiled a little wider.
“I would definitely be open to being pregnant it if we decide to have more.”
Willow got a pleased look on her face and gave a small laugh.
”Awesome.”
The couple shared a smile for a moment before their server returned carrying a red bowl with a dragon design around it, protecting her hands from the heat by carrying it with a dishcloth. She placed the bowl in front of Willow and departed again. Willow picked up the ceramic Chinese soup spoon that was laid out above her placemat and sunk it into the bowl before bringing it up to her mouth and sipping the broth from it.
“Mmhh, yummy,” she said as the flavourful liquid danced on her tastebuds, “Here, try some.”
She filled the spoon to a safe, spill-avoidable level and met Tara halfway across the table.
“Very good,” Tara agreed as she swallowed the steamy broth, “Can I have a wonton?”
“Of course,” Willow replied, pushing her bowl more towards the center of the table so Tara could take one of the floating dumplings with her chopsticks.
Willow finished the soup before she moved onto the rest of the wantons and had only finished completely for a few minutes when their main course arrived. They both sampled a piece of the other’s meal before falling into happy conversation about their anniversary party and how exactly they were going to tell everyone about the baby.
When their stomachs were full and they’d let the food settle into their systems, they decided it was time to head home before it got too late, conscious that their babysitter had school the next day and received the cheque with two fortune cookies. Tara sent the cheque back with her credit card and handed one of the fortune cookies to Willow while snapping her own open.
“You are never selfish with your advice or your help,” Tara read from the slip of paper that was revealed, “Huh. That’s not very fortune-like.”
“It’s true though,” Willow replied before reading her own fortune, “Do not upset the penguin today.”
She did a slight double-take as she registered the words and read them again to herself to confirm she had it right.
“What the frilly heck does that mean?”
Tara shrugged.
“Well apparently you’re not supposed to upset the penguin.”
Willow continued to look bewildered.
“Who’s the penguin?”
Tara held up her hands in uncertainty.
“Maybe it’s a metaphor.”
“A metaphor? So I’m not supposed to upset someone’s who’s short, waddles and can’t fly?” Willow asked before her eyes went wide as that thought made her realise something else, “Oh my god that’s going to be me in a few months.”
“And you’re not supposed to upset yourself,” Tara laughed across the table, “So don’t think about it.”
Willow continued to stare at the paper.
“So my fortune is to not upset myself by not thinking about something I wouldn’t have thought about if I hadn’t gotten the fortune in the first place?” she asked before shaking her head, “That is much too confusing for an after-dinner cookie. I’m going to pretend it said ‘I see nakedness in your near future’.”
She flashed a twinkling smile at her wife, who grinned back.
“Also accurate,” Tara replied and nodded in thanks as their server brought her credit card back, “Shall we go make a move towards that?”
“Most definitely,” Willow responded, eagerly standing up to put her jacket back on.
They gathered their things and walked from the top-level restaurant down into the street where their car was parked. Tara drove them home; Willow teasingly tapping her fingers against the blonde’s thigh the whole way there.
“I feel like I have a driving test anytime we’re in a car alone together,” Tara said as she drove up the very-slight incline of their driveway and smiled wryly over at her wife as she shut the engine off, “Just how much distraction can I put up with without causing an accident.”
They both opened their doors and exited the car and Willow responded as Tara walked around to her.
“I think it teeters on a fine line between thigh stroking and neck kissing.”
Tara smiled in the darkness and wrapped an arm around Willow’s shoulder, leaning down to kiss the top of her head as they walked towards the front door of their house. Tara used the keys in her hand to open the door and heard the television being turned off as they walked over the threshold and took Willow’s jacket off her back, going to hang them up on the coat-rack.
A shy-looking, very pretty teenage girl with think, wavy black hair appeared from the living room and Willow walked over to her.
“Hi,” she whispered, walking over to the young girl, “I’m Willow, we didn’t meet earlier.”
“Emily,” the girl offered with a small smile and a wave.
“Nice to meet you, Emily,” Willow smiled back, “I’ve seen you around the neighbourhood.”
“Yea,” Emily replied, before visibly straightening herself up, “I mean yes. I see you guys too. And JJ.”
“Don’t worry, you’re not being interviewed, you can relax,” Willow responded, putting a hand on the tense girl’s arm momentarily in comfort before looking towards the stairs, “Was he okay?”
Emily seemed more at ease and nodded.
“We made a Play-Doh city and watched Scooby Doo. And I cut up some peach and mixed it with some yogurt for a snack, he was hungry before bed.”
“Wow, sounds like he had a great evening,” Willow replied with a smile and reached into her purse for her wallet, frowning when she saw it was empty and turning to her wife, “Tara?”
Tara looked over and saw the redhead mouthing ‘cash’ to her. She bent down to get her wallet and opened it as she walked over to the other two, retrieving two $20 notes and folding them into each other, handing them to Emily when she got to them.
“I hope we didn’t keep you up too late.”
“Not at all,” Emily replied and picked up the bookbag that was sitting against the doorframe into the living room, “I would’ve been up doing homework at home anyway.”
Willow nodded approvingly.
“Homework’s important. And fun!”
Emily looked at Willow like she’d grown a third head; she was an honor student and made sure she kept her grades at the 4.0 average she’d maintained since elementary, but saying it was ‘fun’ was ridiculous even to her. Tara held back a laugh and put a hand on Emily’s back to guide her to the door.
“We’ll just watch to make sure you get home safe.”
“Sure,” Emily nodded, recovered slightly as she was lead forwards, “I’ll see you guys.”
“Bye,” Tara replied as Emily opened the door, “Thanks for tonight.”
“Sorry, I only had those bills I tipped at the spa,” Willow said as they watched the girl cross the road and walk two houses down to her own home, “She seems really nice.”
Emily waved as she reached her door and slipped inside. Tara closed the door behind them as well.
“I brought her over last week to play with JJ and get to know her. I was looking for tonight obviously, but I thought it would be good if we had a babysitter who lived just across the street.”
“Yea, don’t have to worry about driving her home after,” Willow agreed before suddenly crossing her legs, shoved her flowers into Tara’s hand and moving towards the stairs, “Will you put those in water? Baby bladder!”
“Okay,” Tara called after her quietly, “I’m just going to make sure we’re all locked up.”
She heard footsteps rush up the stairs and went into the living room, ensuring the windows were all closed and the appliances were off, then did the same in the kitchen, checking the doors that led into the backyard. Once happy their home was secured, she took a vase from the shelving on the wall and filled it halfway with water, then slipped the tissue paper down the stems and placed the freed roses in the water.
She played around with them until they fell in even distribution around the vase and placed it in the centre of the island before following up the stairs where she spotted Willow leaning against the doorframe of JJ’s room.
She walked over and wrapped her arms around Willow’s midsection from behind, looking in on their sleeping son, his body illuminated from the shadow of the Batman symbol that was being projected onto the wall from his nightlight.
The blankets had been kicked halfway down his body, revealing the top half of his checkered pyjamas and he was lying on his side facing the door, his arms wrapped firmly around his chest, clinging to the dark red teddy bear, Cinnamon, that he’d had since he was a baby (the first Willow and Tara had bought him when setting up his nursery) for dear life.
“He’s a cuddler,” Tara commented quietly, “Like his momma.”
“He’s a cutie,” Willow responded in the same hushed tone, “Like his mommy.”
They both looked on lovingly at the boy for a few moments before Willow turned her head and pressed her lips lightly against Tara’s. When the blonde started to respond, she turned fully in her wife’s arms and clasped her hands together behind Tara’s back, pushing them from the doorway and in the direction of their bedroom.
When they rounded the door, Willow pushed Tara gently against it to make it close, pressing their bodies together as her tongue started to push against the blonde’s teeth.
Tara welcomed the warmth into her mouth and slipped her hands down to Willow’s rear, taking generous squeezes through her pants and pulling her up so their chests pushed against each other, making both of their nipples harden as they rubbed against the fabric of their bras.
“Tara,” Willow moaned against her wife’s lips, one hand moving down the ‘v’ of Tara’s blouse to cup her breast through her shirt, “Mmhh, baby.”
Tara felt shivers of desire go down her spine as Willow’s breath hit against her lips and took her other hand, pulling the redhead across the room to the bed. She perched on the end and grinned as she tugged Willow onto her lap.
Willow watched as Tara sexily bit her lip and dropped her head to the exposed part of her wife’s chest, kissing whatever piece of skin her mouth found before slowly slipping into a kneeling position between Tara’s legs.
She pulled one leg up and slipped a finger into the back of the kitten-heeled peep-toe shoe on her wife’s left foot, putting space between Tara’s foot and shoe and slid her finger around the arch until it slipped off. She did the same action to rid Tara of her other shoe and slid her hands up the smooth surface of the blonde’s pants to her knees. She leant her head forwards, making Tara lean back just slightly, and started to kiss along the line of skin that was revealed between the hem of her blouse and waistband of her pants.
Tara sighed softly as each kiss sent a fresh tingle just south of where Willow’s lips were touching her skin and moaned as fingers crawled up her thighs and moved inwards, pulling the two sides of her pants apart to release the two metal clasps keeping them closed. She lifted her hips as Willow pulled her legs free from the fabric and gasped as lips pressed against her panties, feeling some of her arousal seep through.
Willow’s tongue flitted out over her lips as she got the barest hint of Tara’s taste and let it fall from her mouth completely, pushing it against the thin material and rolling the tip against the bump she found.
She heard Tara moan and felt her wife push her hips forward before a hand that didn’t belong to her slipped down and pulled the panties to one side. She took a generous eyeful of the engorged, pink flesh as she resisted the urge to just drop her head again, letting herself take in the heady scent that set her senses on fire before taking Tara’s hand away with a slow exhalation.
She looked up to see Tara looking back at her, clearly disappointed at her thwarted efforts, and moved her hands to the hem of her wife’s blouse, pulling the two sides apart just slightly so the bottom button popped open.
“This needs to come off first.”
She continued to slowly pull the fabric apart to open the buttons until she reached the midway-point and the temptation of the creamy-white skin of Tara’s stomach and the alluring black, lace bra that was starting to come into view made her tear the rest open in one swift movement. She pushed the garment down Tara’s shoulders and grabbed the sleeve when it fell onto the mattress, tossing it to the floor.
She brought her hands to Tara’s shoulders and trailed a single finger down alongside each side of the straps of her wife’s bra and circling inwards around the tops of her breasts until they met in the centre and she let them drop off. Her mouth replaced her hands as she started dropping kisses around the encased flesh.
Tara stretched her back to give Willow as much as possible to place her ruby lips upon and moaned as those lips started moving up her chest and to her neck. She dropped her hands to Willow’s back but got instantly frustrated at the clothing barrier stopping her from feeling the soft and silky skin she wanted. She started to bunch the material up until she could pull it completely off.
Willow assisted by raising he arms over her head and made sure her lips were only detached from Tara’s neck for the split second the shirt prevented contact. Her kisses became more frenzied as Tara’s hands pulled and roamed down her back and she eagerly wiggled out of her bra when she felt the hooks being pushed apart before her head was suddenly pulled up and her lips captured in a fiery embrace.
She wrapped her arms around Tara’s neck and pulled them as close together as possible to deepen the kiss, pushing her naked breasts against her wife’s covered ones as Tara’s hands fell to the small of her back, slipping just beneath the waistband of her pants.
Willow’s tongue enthusiastically played with Tara’s in her mouth but as the blonde’s hands continued to slip lower and lower, she started to stand up from her kneeling position, helping herself up by putting her hands on her wife’s shoulders until their mouths were pulled apart.
Tara’s face was flushed as her kiss-bruised lips stayed parted after Willow pulled away but she wasted no time in loosening and pulling her wife’s pants down her legs. Willow stepped out of them and could only smile as she felt Tara start to nuzzle against her rounded stomach, the small bump clearly visible on her small, naked frame.
“Lucky we’re telling people soon, huh? Not gonna be able to keep that secret for much longer.”
Tara responded by placing a warm kiss just above Willow’s bellybutton before looking up to meet the redhead’s gaze.
Willow was pretty sure her knees would have given way at the seductive half-smile being shot in her direction had Tara not had a firm hold on her hips and grinned as her wife yanked her panties down to her ankles, then pulled her onto the bed.
Her underwear hung around her foot from the swift motion and she giggled as they both knelt on the mattress, facing each other, then reached down to throw her panties off.
A low moan escaped her lips as she felt Tara’s teeth begin to nip at her neck before she’d even straightened up properly and tilted her head with a faint gasp as Tara bit down lightly on the sensitive skin beneath her ear and hands snaked around her waist to firmly cup her buttocks.
She crossed her hands behind her wife’s neck, palms flat on her back underneath her shoulders, taking fistfuls of the blonde’s flesh every few moments as Tara licked and sucked at her pulsepoint and used her grip on Willow’s buttocks to pull their bodies together; their hips and stomachs caressing each other in fleeting moments while their nipples hit against each other and caused instant sparks of desire.
“Tara,” Willow breathed in a moan, her teeth digging into her bottom lip to muffle herself.
Her hands uncrossed themselves as she began to reach further down her wife’s back, trying to get her fingers around the hooks of the bra that was keeping their chests from full contact but found they kept slipping away as Tara’s tongue started to lick up and around her ear.
Tara grinned to herself as she felt Willow shake in her embrace in response to her darting tongue movements in what she knew was easily her wife’s number one, not-so-obvious erogenous zone.
After a few minutes, she noticed the pulling sensation on the fabric against her skin and realised what Willow was trying to do. She dragged her tongue downwards over the curve of her wife’s ear and let it fall off before turning around so her back was to her wife.
Willow blinked in confusion for a few moments before seizing the opportunity to get the pesky garment off and unhooked it, pulling it down Tara’s arms and throwing it to the floor before wrapping one arm around her wife’s waist and using her other hand to gather Tara’s hair over one shoulder. She dropped her head to trail kisses along the patch of skin where Tara’s neck met her shoulder and placed her palm flat on the blonde’s stomach, moving it around in a circle before starting to slide it down and into the front of Tara’s panties.
Tara’s head lolled back against Willow’s shoulder as the redhead’s fingertips danced along her mound and outer lips and moaned when the heel of her wife’s palm hit against her clit. She felt Willow drag her palm up against the bump in her flesh until their gazes locked and she pulled her hand out completely. Tara was about to voice a protest when she felt hands either side of her tug down her panties to her knees. She raised each knee up individually to help Willow remove them completely and watched them sail over her head and land on a knob on a drawer in their dresser.
“Is that where we’re keeping our underwear now?” Tara asked with a lopsided grin.
“I don’t care where we keep them as long as they’re off you,” Willow whispered as one hand moved over the curve of Tara’s hip and took a steady hold of her while the other snaked under her breasts and slowly creeped down towards the apex of her thighs.
Tara felt her stomach drop lower and lower in time with her wife’s hand as Willow’s breathing got heavier in her ear.
“You’re so sexy,” Willow murmured into Tara’s ear as she sucked on her lobe and squeezed her stomach and hip simultaneously.
Tara’s body was humming with want; both her own and the want for her she could feel emanating from Willow. She turned her head so they were staring sideways at each other, noses and lips almost touching. She gave a sensual smile.
“Yea?”
“Oh yes,” Willow replied, her gaze darting between her wife’s eyes and lips before her hand suddenly dropped significantly, “I need to be inside you.”
Tara almost fell forwards at the unexpected but very welcome intrusion of two of Willow’s fingers inside her and pushed her body back against the redhead’s to compensate; letting out a long, loud moan.
“You like that, baby?” Willow purred in her wife’s ear, pulling her arm up and down so her fingers kept a steady thrusting motion.
“Yes,” Tara gasped and pushed her hips forwards, feeling some wetness against her butt cheeks when she pushed them back, “Mmhh, you like it too.”
Willow scraped the edge of her teeth along the skin on Tara’s neck and slowed the pace of her fingers, enjoying the feeling of every millimetre she moved in her wife’s flesh.
“You feel incredible,” she murmured, pressing her lips against Tara’s pulsepoint and feeling it vigorously pounding beneath them, “So wet. So tight. So hot.”
Tara could feel blood rushing around her ears and being sent decidedly south as Willow’s fingers picked up their pace again and she strained her neck back against her wife’s shoulder.
“Take me.”
“I am,” Willow replied in a seductive and confident tone, using her grip on Tara’s hip and her own hips against her wife’s ass to set a fast pace.
As Tara’s moans got more unrestrained, Willow kept her gaze sidelong on the blonde’s face, watching every crease and crumple of ecstasy that crossed her features until her hand started massaging its way up Tara’s side, over her shoulder and up to trace a single finger along her wife’s lips.
She watched with very-heavy lidded eyes as Tara wrapped her lips around her finger and sucked it into her mouth, bathing it with her tongue as their hips continued to push forwards together in perfect sync.
When Tara’s sucking on her finger started to make her become too unfocused to concentrate on what her other fingers were doing, Willow took it back and moved her hand down to her wife’s breast, using her wet digit to rub the blonde’s nipple into a stiff peak.
When it was hard enough to take between her fingers, she started to pinch tightly and got a hiss of appreciation for her efforts. She felt Tara’s hips start to push harder against her and bear down, so she curled her fingers upwards. A quick flick of her wrist to the left let her find the spongy spot of flesh she was aiming for and she dropped her hand again to rub Tara’s clit vigorously.
Tara tried and failed to contain a strangled groan and threw her arm backwards around Willow’s neck to stop herself from tumbling off the bed. Willow’s head turned inwards instinctively to stop her wife’s arm from pressing against her windpipe and seized the opportunity to launch a fresh kissing attack on the blonde’s neck, feeling Tara’s teeth clench as the tension moved down through her body and waited for the inevitable explosion she knew was on the cusp of occurring.
She felt the heat first; the intense, molten heat that would be extremely uncomfortable if it wasn’t so damn
good and groaned in pleasure herself when the accompanying gush of juices ran down her wrist. She stilled the hand inside her wife to feel the deep contractions pulsating around her fingers and reacted quickly when she heard Tara start to cry out loudly, swooping her head up and pulling the blonde’s lips against her own.
She swallowed every intense moan that left the blonde’s lips as her fingers continued to very gently rub over her wife’s clit until Tara’s head fell forwards and her whole body went limp. Willow kept her hand inside Tara but moved the other away to hold the blonde’s hip and started to press kisses to the back of her neck.
Tara dug her knees into the mattress so she wouldn’t fall on Willow and felt her chest heave as her lungs sought to refill themselves with oxygen. It became harder and harder to stay upright as a post-orgasm fatigue hit her and she leant back just slightly against Willow.
“It’s taking all my strength not to fall back on you right now.”
She sighed softly as she felt Willow’s fingers slip from inside her and stroke up along her folds before falling off completely. She felt a last kiss being placed under her ear and squeeze of her hip before Willow shuffled over on the bed. Tara gratefully let herself crash down onto the mattress and arched her back while her arms stretched over her head.
“That was incredible,” she murmured as she felt the weight on the bed shift as Willow lay down beside her and opened her eyes to see her wife turned on her side, head propped up on her elbow, gazing down at her lovingly.
“Can I get a smooch? You weren’t very responsive when I was stopping you from waking our son – and the whole street – up.”
Tara’s cheeks flushed even brighter from their already reddened-from-exertion state.
“I wasn’t that loud.”
Willow leaned her head down slightly and pursed her lips to hide a smirk.
“You are many things, my love. Wonderful wife. Perfect mother. My best friend, my absolute everything,” she replied, a grin slowly spreading across her face as she spoke, “But quiet when I’m touching you isn’t one of them.”
Willow could see Tara trying not to show her embarrassment and her grin got wider.
“You’re a screamer, Tara...” she teased, chuckling as Tara averted her gaze, “They use you as an example on the decibel scale, you know. Right between playing your iPod at full volume in your ears and being in the front row at an Ozzy Osbourne concert.”
“Alright, I get it,” Tara replied, rolling her eyes good-naturedly, “Do you want that smooch or not?”
“Yes, please,” Willow replied quickly and dropped her head to meet Tara in a kiss.
Her lips fell perfectly between her wife’s, moving over and sucking the plumpness as she felt herself filled with the sweetness that Tara imbued in her kisses. After several minutes, she pulled back just an inch for a moment and was about to lean back down when she noticed a movement in the corner of her eye. She looked over and gave a quiet giggle when she saw Tara’s panties fall from the dresser to the floor.
“There goes your–mmmhhh...”
Her amusement was cut short as Tara took the opportunity to start kissing and licking around her ear again. She moaned loudly and moved her head down so Tara could continue without straining her neck as her palm lay flat on the blonde’s stomach to keep her steady.
Her hand started to creep up towards Tara’s breast as a warm tongue wiggled inside her ear and made shudders shoot down her spine; her fingers eventually finding the globular flesh and massaging it lightly.
Tara moved her hand behind Willow’s neck and started tapping down the curve of her back; feather-light movements that she knew was turning her wife on even more, if the throaty moans and insistent squeezing of her breast was any indication. Which Tara was all too aware, they were.
She continued in her efforts until she felt Willow throw one leg over hers and felt her thigh covered in sticky wetness as the redhead started rubbing herself up and down quite vigorously. She released her wife’s ear from her mouth and stilled her hand, which made Willow turn to face her.
Less than a second after their eyes met, their lips hungrily pounced on each other and Tara grabbed both of Willow’s hips, pulling the redhead completely on top of her. When Willow was securely atop her and grinding their lower halves together, Tara slipped one hand down between their bodies and started to tease the redhead’s entrance.
Much to Willow’s relief, she gave into the temptation of the wet heat after only a few moments and pushed a single finger inside. Willow threw her head back and shut her eyes tightly as she panted loudly, then gasped when a second finger filled her up just a few seconds later. She sat back so she was straddling the blonde and moaned when that made the fingers inside her push in more deeply.
“Oh baby,” she moaned, rotating her hips around in a circular motion in pace with the steady thrusting of her wife’s fingers, “Mmhh, Tara...”
Tara watched Willow’s face contorting in pleasure above her but her gaze was drawn lower as the hypnotic gyrating of Willow hips in her peripheral vision made her eyeline drop, hovering over the tiny baby bump for a moment before falling to the engorged, pink flesh that her hand was nestled in.
She continued to pull Willow’s hip forwards and licked her lips as she watched her fingers move in and out until the redhead’s voice pulled her attention upwards again.
“Deeper, baby, please...so deep...”
Tara pushed herself up into a sitting position and felt Willow’s hands rest on her shoulders and her body grind more insistently down on her fingers. She brushed her lips against her wife’s in a repeated teasing motion until Willow captured them passionately and started to push them back down onto the bed, but quickly found herself on her back instead; Tara having flipped them in an instant.
Willow moaned loudly as Tara quickened her thrusts and started to curl her fingers, and squeezed her shoulders tightly. She parted her lips as she felt Tara’s breath hitting against them as the blonde hovered above her and gulped as burning blue orbs stared straight into her soul.
She let out a shaky breath and cast her eyes downward, letting her gaze stay lowered for several seconds before looking back at Tara, hoping her wife would understand what she was asking without words because her mouth was too dry to form them.
Tara, of course, understood perfectly and left Willow with a sultry smile before shuffling down to lie between the redhead’s legs. Willow bent her knees upwards as Tara dropped her head and started licking around her hand.
“Tara,” Willow gasped and placed her hand flat on her wife’s head as Tara began to suck on her clit, “Yesss...”
Tara thrust and twisted her fingers in and out of Willow and worked her mouth over the throbbing nub, making the redhead’s body spiral out of control; hips pumping furiously against her, the hand on her head pulling at strands of her hair and moans floating down to her, obviously muffled by what she guessed was her wife biting down on the pillow.
It wasn’t long before she felt Willow’s thighs start to quake around her ears before clamping down around her completely. Her hand movements became more restricted but as she felt the redhead’s inner muscles constrict around her fingers, she knew just letting them rest inside would be enough for Willow.
Her hearing was almost completely cut-off by her wife’s thighs, but she heard was she was pretty sure was her name with a lot more syllables that usual and released her wife’s clit to move her tongue around Willow’s folds, gathering the warm liquid that was freely flowing from them.
She continued to gently lap until Willow’s hand dropped from her head and her legs fell open in exhaustion. She slowly pulled her fingers out and sucked them clean, then gave a final languid lick to the redhead’s core and placed a kiss on her mound before moving up Willow’s spent body.
She watched as her wife’s eyelids twitch and open momentarily, after which a big, lazy smile spread on the smaller girl’s face and she struggled but managed to open them completely.
“There’s nothing better...than opening my eyes...and seeing your face.”
Tara smiled softly and leant down to place a lingering kiss against her wife’s cheek. She felt Willow’s smile get wider.
“Except that.”
Tara moved to Willow’s other cheek and pressed her lips there.
“And that.”
Another kiss on the redhead’s nose made her giggle.
“And that.”
Willow watched Tara’s eyes smile down at her before her lips were captured in a soft yet smouldering kiss for a few long moments, making her breathless all over again.
“And definitely that...”
succumbing to the fiery temptations that flame-haired Willow has to offer.
) Kidney Bean. Reminds me of Embrianna/Cletus The Fetus from Unexpected Consequences
Yes, very much with the excitement!
Also their doctor reminded me of my gynecologist, there really are doctors around who are that sensitive and caring - bless them all!
Should he have selective mutism too?
Have fun. Get lots of pictures and videos.
too much 
I'll do my own criticisms to save others the trouble of commenting but you'd be disappointed without at least one blowjob gag from me now, wouldn't you?