Hacker Confidential [AU] (Complete)

[Zampsa1975]

Yay for great update-y goodness... Big yay for Willow taking care of her birthday-girl... That was one yummy-quickie-nap... Can't wait for the rest of the celebrations...

[Alex_Vixen]

WOOOHOOOOOOO!!!! UPDATE!!!!!!!!!

leonhart17: Im not so sure about carbs but a good power breakfast...is sure as Hell a good cure for hangover. (I shoulda know, lol).

“She really likes quickies.”

I agree with BuffyFan4ever who doesnt like quikies? LOL

Awesome Chapter, dude...Cant wait for the next....

[vampyregurl73]

Quickies birthday or not are always a good thing. Very cute.

[LonelyTara]

A-dorable! At the end of a crappity crap, crap week I can always count on you, my friend, to cheer me up! I hope that Tara decides she needs to rinse off after her quickie! Let all the kittens cry, "Seconds, please!"

Sweet!

Have an awesome weekend girlie. I look forward, very eagerly, to the next chapter in the hotty-hot adventures of Willow and Tara!

[taralicious]

“Tara already made the joke,” Willow cut her friend off as she poured coffee from the pot into the largest mug they had and brought it up to her mouth.

Tara has first dibs on anything since it is her birthday.

And what would my beautiful birthday girl like for breakfast?...“Whatever her beautiful wife would like to make.”

If they were alone, with no friends to ferry to the airport, Tara would strip Willow naked and then take some fresh fruit out of the fridge and a can of Reddi-Whip and have herself a nice au naturel plate of fruits that really do taste like strawberries with a Willowy glaze to add sweet muskiness to the melange of flavors.

“Only if you make cherry sauce to go with them.”

Keeping with the no friends needing a big yellow taxi service, who let Joni Mitchell in, Willow would just have to look into Tara's eyes and inhale her warm vanilla scented goodness and natural cherry sauce would flow from between Willow's legs like tapping maple syrup from a tree.
Since they do have Brian, Becky, and Alice, it is going to have to be the synthetic recipe made from store-bought ingredients.
Lucky for their friends, no injuries were sustained and another trip to the emergency room before their flight was avoided when they all deferred the frist plate of waffles to Tara and the whole "It's my birthday and i'll eat waffles first if i want too" policy.

The birthday girl does not clean on her birthday.”

Amen, sister. this bath that Tara is taking is for her relaxation and ours as well imagining a naked Tara sprawled out in the tub, her long curvy legs being caressed by that lucky bastard, Mr. Bubbles.

“It is my birthday,” Tara grinned, pulling her wife on top of her and whipping her t-shirt over her head

Anf if the that follows is a quickie for them, then I'm going to have to up my vitamin dosage to compensate for the which even that morsel of smutacular goodness engendered in me.

[xlaurax1]

Mmm, waffles, and that cherry sauce sounds yummy. Grr, now I want some.

I loved

“Don’t even, Rebecca Hardy,” she said, putting the plate down in front of Tara, “My gorgeous wife gets the first batch.”

Yay, for birthdays.

“Ha. If a sensitive girlfriend is what I wanted, we would not be together.”

Hahaha, Brian. Their banter is very cute.

I loved that Willow wouldn't let Tara help clean. I'd never get out of cleaning up after a party even it it was my birthday *pout*.

And then of course the quickie.

“I have, uh, serious plans to ravage you later,” Willow said breathlessly as she put her hand on her wife’s waist and pulled their hips together, “But I wouldn’t say no to a quickie right now.”

Who could resist that?

Can't wait for the next update!

Laura.

[Laragh]

BuffyFan4ever –

You know Willow's happy when she starts singing.

Especially when she doesn’t care who hears

Who doesn't?

They most certainly have their place

Can't wait for the next one.

Hope you enjoy it!

Thanks for commenting!

leonhart17 –

yay birthday quickies! Glad everyone got some waffles or there might have been a fight!

Especially with Becky

Are carbs really good for a hangover? I've got some houseguests coming that might appreciate me knowing that

Well I don’t drink but my friends swear by carbs and soda! And lots of both!

Great chapter! Might just go read it again!

Glad you enjoyed!

Thanks for your comment!

Zampsa1975 –

Big yay for Willow taking care of her birthday-girl...

Her number one priority

That was one yummy-quickie-nap...

Glad you liked!

Can't wait for the rest of the celebrations...

Hope you enjoy!

Thanks for commenting!

Alex_Vixen –

Im not so sure about carbs but a good power breakfast...is sure as Hell a good cure for hangover. (I shoulda know, lol).

It’s all about the dinner the night before and the breakfast the next day...soakage. Or so I’m told lol I don’t drink

I agree with BuffyFan4ever who doesnt like quikies? LOL

Nuns?

Awesome Chapter, dude...Cant wait for the next....

Glad you liked and hope you enjoy!

Thanks for your comment!

vampyregurl73 –

Quickies birthday or not are always a good thing. Very cute.

Everyone loves a quickie Glad you liked

Thanks for commenting!

LonelyTara –

A-dorable! At the end of a crappity crap, crap week I can always count on you, my friend, to cheer me up!

Yay!

I hope that Tara decides she needs to rinse off after her quickie! Let all the kittens cry, "Seconds, please!"

Seconds will be coming (:p). But first, dinner! They do have those fancy reservations after all!

Have an awesome weekend girlie. I look forward, very eagerly, to the next chapter in the hotty-hot adventures of Willow and Tara!

I hope you had a great weekend (and have a better week ) and enjoy how the story continues!

Thanks for your feedback

taralicious –

Tara has first dibs on anything since it is her birthday.

As it should be

If they were alone, with no friends to ferry to the airport, Tara would strip Willow naked and then take some fresh fruit out of the fridge and a can of Reddi-Whip and have herself a nice au naturel plate of fruits that really do taste like strawberries with a Willowy glaze to add sweet muskiness to the melange of flavors.

A breakfast fit for a queen!

Keeping with the no friends needing a big yellow taxi service, who let Joni Mitchell in, Willow would just have to look into Tara's eyes and inhale her warm vanilla scented goodness and natural cherry sauce would flow from between Willow's legs like tapping maple syrup from a tree.
Since they do have Brian, Becky, and Alice, it is going to have to be the synthetic recipe made from store-bought ingredients.
Lucky for their friends, no injuries were sustained and another trip to the emergency room before their flight was avoided when they all deferred the frist plate of waffles to Tara and the whole "It's my birthday and i'll eat waffles first if i want too" policy.

At least with a little persuasion

Amen, sister. this bath that Tara is taking is for her relaxation and ours as well imagining a naked Tara sprawled out in the tub, her long curvy legs being caressed by that lucky bastard, Mr. Bubbles.

That damn bastard has all the luck!

Anf if the that follows is a quickie for them, then I'm going to have to up my vitamin dosage to compensate for the which even that morsel of smutacular goodness engendered in me.

More smut in the chapter after this one too!

Thanks for your feedback!

xlaura1 –

Mmm, waffles, and that cherry sauce sounds yummy. Grr, now I want some.

They’re quick and easy to make!

Hahaha, Brian. Their banter is very cute.

Glad you like

I loved that Willow wouldn't let Tara help clean. I'd never get out of cleaning up after a party even it it was my birthday *pout*.

No one should have to clean on their birthday! It’s unconstitutional!

And then of course the quickie...Who could resist that?

Well they certainly couldn’t

Thanks for commenting!!!

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[Laragh]

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TITLE: Hacker Confidential

AUTHOR: Laragh

CHAPTER RATING: PG-13

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

AUTHOR'S NOTE: Okay, there's some super daylight saving time confusion going on with my update schedule so I'm gonna be posting an hour earlier GMT (5pm) for this week only but that should still be normal update time for whatever your time zone in the US...and anywhere else...um...damn, this is confusing. Also this is why today's update is 'late'. Even though it's not where I am. So I'll be back Wednesday...at what I hope is the right time

Chapter 67

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“Wow,” Willow said in admiration as she looked around the restaurant they’d just walked into, “This place is gorgeous.”


“It’s spectacular,” Tara agreed, taking in the beautiful arrangement of tables, most already filled with people eating, along with the low mood lighting of the restaurant, a small area of dark wooden floors where a few couples were dancing off to the side completing the establishment.


“Hello, do you have a reservation?”


The couple turned at the sound of a female voice and saw a woman standing there behind a podium, smiling at them.


“Um, yes,” Willow replied, stepping forwards, “Rosenberg-Maclay.”


The woman, presumably the maître d’, scanned the notebook that was set on the podium before tapping her finger against it and picking up two menus from beside the notebook.


“Follow me, please,” she said, leading them to a secluded table for two, far enough away from the other tables that they could enjoy some privacy but not far enough that they were completely isolated. The girls sat and were handed the menus, “I’ll send your waiter right over to get your drinks order.”


“Thank you,” Willow said, picking up her menu.


“My pleasure,” the maître d’ said before turning to Tara, “And Happy Birthday.”


She left without another word and Tara looked back at her, confused.


“How did she know...?” she asked, before realization dawned, “Becky.”


“Probably,” Willow laughed, “She must’ve told them to make sure the hot blonde with the nerdy redhead got the best of birthday wishes.”


Tara smiled and reached across the table, entwining one of her hands with her wife’s just as a tall man in black pants, a crisp white shirt and a dark green waistcoat came to their table.


“Good evening, ladies. My name is Mark and I’ll be your waiter tonight. Can I start you off with some drinks? Would you like to see the wine menu?”


“Um, no thanks,” Willow shook her head, looking to Tara for confirmation, who nodded. Neither was in the mood for drinking after the way they’d woken up that morning, “Could we just get a jug of water and uh...”


“Iced tea,” Tara finished, taking her hand back, “Please.”


“Make that two, “Willow requested, “Thanks.”


Mark smiled and gave a small nod of his head before turning on his heels and going over to the bar.


“Everything sounds amazing,” Tara said as she read over the menu, before giving a small laugh, “Well the Spicy Sautéed Shrimp is out.”


“Damn allergies,” Willow replied jokingly, “Who wants shrimp anyway? Tiny little eyes staring up at you while you’re trying to eat. They’re right up there with cow’s tongues and monkey’s brains in the ‘creepy food’ category. Ooh, maybe I’ll have the beef.”


Tara giggled and continued looking over the various dishes until Mark came back with a circular tray, carrying the water and iced teas, as well a basket of bread with little bottles of olive oil and balsamic vinegar.


“Water and iced tea,” he said as he placed everything on the table, “Are you ready to order or do you need another few minutes?”


“You know what you want baby?” Willow asked, looking across the table.


“Yep,” Tara nodded, putting her menu down, “I’ll have the vegetable risotto.”


“Excellent choice, ma’am,” Mark said as he scribbled it down on his notepad, before turning to Willow, “And for you?”


Willow looked contemplative for another moment before giving a definitive nod.


“The pesto chicken fettuccine, please.”


Mark smiled and wrote again in his notepad.


“Wonderful. I’ll be back soon with your food.”


Mark left again and Tara tore a piece of off one of the bread rolls, popping it into her mouth and chewing on it slowly.


“Stop teasing me with your sexy eating,” Willow said with a grin from across the table, “You’re mouth is doing things with that bread it should only ever do to me.”


Tara purposely continued to eat slowly and leant forward, resting her chin on her wrist.


“Are you not still satisfied from...earlier?”


Willow blushed but her grin got wider.


“Nothing like a Saturday afternoon quickie with your sexy wife.”


Tara gave a sultry laugh.


“Followed by an entire night of mind-blowing and passionate love, perhaps?”


“With an interlude of delicious food,” Willow replied, taking a long sip from her iced tea as her eyes started twinkling, “Because, trust me, you are going to need your energy for tonight.”


Willow smirked as she watched her wife’s eyes close for just a moment before a thought popped into her head and she excitedly grabbed the blonde’s hand.


“Hey, I forgot to tell you, what with the guys visiting and the party and everything. I officially booked the flights and hotel on Monday. From February the 20th to the 27th, we will be frolicking down the streets of gay Paree, drinking Café au Lait and eating-”


“Escargots?” Tara asked with a smirk, causing Willow to shudder.


“Add those to the creepy food list too. And I was gonna say pastries. Lots and lots of delicious pastries.”


Tara sighed wistfully.


“I can’t wait to show you Paris. You know, what the city looks like outside of the cramped dorm I was in last time.”


Willow brought her arm up and rested her chin on her fist, grinning wildly.


“I saw plenty of beauty last time I was there.”


“What?” Tara asked with a scoff, shaking her head, “Willow, we literally didn’t leave my bed the entire weekend you were over.”


“I know,” Willow replied and Tara blushed as the compliment finally registered.


“I’ll make sure I put in for the time off at work tomorrow,” Tara said, her blush dying down, “What days are those?”


Willow thought for a moment.


“Saturday to Saturday.”


“Hmm...” Tara replied, turning her head in thought, “Maybe take the Monday off as well. One day isn’t long to catch up on the jetlag. It’s only 6 hours time difference, so two should be enough.”


Willow nodded.


“Good idea. You know, we’ve never been on vacation together.”


Tara scrunched up her eyebrows in confusion.


“Yea, we have. I took all the holiday time I could when we lived in Boston.”


Willow gave a small smile.


“I know that, I just mean we never left the city, ‘cause, you know, we couldn’t afford it. We’ve never been on a proper holiday together, my weekend in Paris not included since, like you said, we didn’t spend much time of it in a vertical position.”


“That’s...” Tara trailed off as she realised the redhead was right, “You know they say that’s the true test of a relationship, if you’re able to survive a vacation together.”


Willow reached across the table this time, taking the blonde’s hand.


“I don’t think we need any more tests. We’ve proved beyond a shadow of a doubt that we are undeniably made for each other.”


Mark returned that moment with another tray, carrying the food this time and Willow retracted her hand with a wink at her wife.


“Vegetable risotto,” he said, placing the dish in front of Tara, “And pesto chicken fettuccine. Enjoy your food, ladies and if you need anything, I’m at your service.”


“Thank you,” Willow replied.


Tara echoed the sentiment before Mark left and they began eating, murmuring words of approval at the taste.


“Baby, this is incredible, you have to try some.”


Willow twirled some pasta onto her fork and speared a piece of chicken on the end, holding it across the table. Tara leaned forwards and accepted the offering, smiling as she chewed.


“Wow, that is good,” she agreed, before offering the redhead some of her own meal, which was accepted readily.


“Delicious,” Willow said as she swallowed the risotto, “It’s really light.”


They enjoyed the rest of their meal, chatting quietly as they finished their
food and their plates were cleared until Mark returned with two other, female waiters, carrying a small plate with a large cupcake on it, a thin candle blazing on top, singing Happy Birthday.


Willow grinned and joined in with the singing as Tara reddened slightly at the attention, before the cupcake was put in front of her and she blew out the candle to clapping from the waiters and a few other patrons of the restaurant.


“Happy Birthday, baby,” Willow said, getting up and going around the table to plant a firm kiss on her wife’s lips as the waiters departed.


Tara grinned into the kiss until Willow pulled back with and went back to her seat. Tara picked up her knife and cut the cupcake in half, handing one half over to the redhead who smiled and put it on the small plate in front of her.


“Thanks,” Willow said as she took a bite, “This is good.”


“It is,” Tara laughed, taking a bite as well, “Very good.”


They finished the cupcake in a couple of mouthfuls, after which a smile formed on Willow’s face and she reached down into her bag, producing a small box, wrapped in shiny purple paper, which she handed across the table.


“Thank you, sweetie,” Tara said, smiling at the smaller girl before peeling back the paper and popping the lid of the box, revealing a silver watch with a blue face.


Willow bit her lip.


“I noticed the one you’re wearing was getting kinda scratched...I hope you like it.”


“Willow, it’s beautiful,” Tara replied, snapping the watch on her wrist off and pulling the new one on, “Fits like a charm. Thank you.”


Willow smiled and toyed with something in her hand.


“Um, speaking of charms...I got this after Michelle gave you your Mom’s bracelet...sorry it’s not wrapped, I just didn’t want to lose it...”


She handed a small heart-shaped charm to the blonde, which Tara took and held it between her fingers.


“Forever Yours,” she read the small inscribing on the inside of the heart, one word each side, “That’s what’s written on the frame I got you.”


Willow smiled.


“I know. I thought it was only fair you knew how much I belonged to you as well.”


Tara felt her heart melt and attached the charm onto the bracelet that she hadn’t taken off since she’d been given it, other than to sleep. At the same time, she discreetly slipped her foot out of her shoe under the table and started dragging her pantyhose-covered toes along Willow’s bare calf.


“That’s one of the nicest gifts I’ve ever gotten,” she said as she saw Willow visibly gulp, “I promise I’ll thank you properly later.”


Willow felt her core body temperature shoot up and gulped.


“Mmhhmm,” she nodded, grabbing her glass of water and downing it in one go, “You wanna dance?”


Tara was surprised by the request but instantly agreed with a nod of her head and Willow jumped up, taking the blonde’s hand and leading her to the small dancing area, that had two other young couples already dancing, just as the opening sounds of Rihanna’s 'Te Amo' began playing softly through the sound system.


One set of hands intertwined while each girl grabbed a hold of the other’s waist as they started moving rhythmically to the song, the sensuous beat and lyrics fitting the mood perfectly. Their faces and bodies were barely inches apart, which was the entire reason Willow had asked her wife to dance in the first place. She’d gotten all hot and bothered from Tara’s sensual game of footsie and needed to feel their bodies close; figuring dancing was the most socially-acceptable way of doing it considering their surroundings.


Their eyes were locked on each other as they danced until Tara spun the redhead a few times in quick succession, pulling her back by her hips, then turning her in her arms so Willow’s back was against Tara’s front. The blonde used her hips to guide her wife’s movements as she lifted the smaller girl’s arm up and ran her fingers down it, continuing as she passed the junction of her shoulder, down her side until she was holding onto Willow’s waist and spun her in place so their faces were practically touching again.


“I’ve had a wonderful birthday,” she said, her voice heavy and full of lust.


Willow’s gaze felt momentarily to her wife’s plump lips, then down to her voluptuous body, licking her own lips in an automatic response, before she looked back up into the blonde’s darkened, but still azure-blue eyes.


“It’s not over yet.”

[Alex_Vixen]

DIBS!

WOW! That Chapter was awesome! Dinner and awesome presents, what's best than that? Oh wait, I know! *clears throat* Um..I was sayin'...

LOL. Anyway, awesome Chapter. Cant wait for the next one.

[BuffyFan4ever]

Darn.

Great chapter. Can't wait for the next one.

[leonhart17]

Haha, dinner and dirty dancing are fun! Sounds like a good part two of Tara's birthday Can't wait for part three!

[Zampsa1975]

Yay for excellent update-y goodness... That was one great dinner & dirty dancing date... Can't wait for their private naked celebrations...

[LonelyTara]

Ah god, do I really have to wait till Wednesday? Really? *pout*

Great chapter. I love to see the girls out and having fun, and when you get around to that prequel I expect the Paris weekend to be described in a multitude of delicious details.

Speaking of which...what's the countdown on that 5B? I almost called it "my 5B" but I know *sigh* it's for everyone. LOL

Favorite moment:

Tara felt her heart melt and attached the charm onto the bracelet that she hadn’t taken off since she’d been given it, other than to sleep. At the same time, she discreetly slipped her foot out of her shoe under the table and started dragging her pantyhose-covered toes along Willow’s bare calf.

“That’s one of the nicest gifts I’ve ever gotten,” she said as she saw Willow visibly gulp, “I promise I’ll thank you properly later.”

Hooray for naughty Tara!

[Cyteach]

Woah, it looks like I missed a few chapters... BUT, it makes for a great bunch of reading all at once!

Great job, yet again with following the day to day lives of Willow and Tara. I really enjoyed the revelation of Becky's and Brian's relationship--totally didn't see it coming until she was missing from Alice's room!

Oooh! Paris VaCAY! I've never been, but I'm looking forward to the shared romantic shenanigans that the city offers!

Can't wait for Wednesday!

[xlaurax1]

Aww, lovely birthday dinner date.

“Stop teasing me with your sexy eating,” Willow said with a grin from across the table, “You’re mouth is doing things with that bread it should only ever do to me.”

Haha, lucky Willow.

The presents were very sweet, like the charm to match the picture frame. And the dance, wonderful.

Looking forward to the rest of the night, and also Paris!

Laura.

[taralicious]

“Hello, do you have a reservation?”

Even if they didn't, what restaurant would turn away a couple who would add a star to the Michelin rating of the place by their presence alone?
Willow and Tara's presence classes up any joint and makes the food taste like ambrosia, the wine taste like nectar of the goddesses, and the general atmosphere of the place like the Elysian Fields without the cumbersome nature of being dead and all.

“Could we just get a jug of water and uh...”

Make sure there is plenty of cubed ice in the pitcher as we both want to do rude things with the ice to try and one-up the other in who can arouse the other more before they arouse suspicion.

with little bottles of olive oil and balsamic vinegar.

Tara surreptitiously pockets these in her coat and a few of the bread cubes as later she can pour the olive oil and the balsamic vineger onto Willow's chest and dip the bread cubes into her navel and drive Willow crazy by licking the oils from her pores and giving her an at-home spa treatment she will never forget.

“Stop teasing me with your sexy eating,” Willow said with a grin from across the table, “You’re mouth is doing things with that bread it should only ever do to me.”

Now I want to come back as a loaf of crusty french bread so Tara can give me a tongue-lashing.

we will be frolicking down the streets of gay Paree, drinking Café au Lait and eating-”

and listening to Robert Preston singing "Gay Paree" from the movie musical "Victor/Victoria:
Not in the way Paree
Was gay in yesterday Paree.
It means today that gay Paree is gay.
Not that gay.
Along the Rue Madeleine
Each evening 'round about ten
You'll see it time and time again:
Gay Paree.

Tara felt her heart melt and attached the charm onto the bracelet that she hadn’t taken off since she’d been given it, other than to sleep. At the same time, she discreetly slipped her foot out of her shoe under the table and started dragging her pantyhose-covered toes along Willow’s bare calf.

Yay for exhibitionist Tara in giving Willow an impromptu foot massage; if she were truly seizing the moment, she could have dropped her napkin and crawled under the table to get some of Willow's natural cherry sauce for her risotto.
Then the sultry erotic foreplay of the dancing and the fires are well and truly stoked for a night of raw, bestial pleasure.

[Laragh]

Alex_Vixen –

WOW! That Chapter was awesome! Dinner and awesome presents, what's best than that? Oh wait, I know! *clears throat* Um..I was sayin'...

Hmm, what could be better indeed?

LOL. Anyway, awesome Chapter. Cant wait for the next one.

Yay! I’m really glad you liked and I hope you enjoy this one too!

Thanks for commenting!

BuffyFan4ever –

Great chapter. Can't wait for the next one.

Super glad you enjoyed. I really hope you like how Tara’s birthday concludes too

Thanks for your comment!

leonhart17 –

Haha, dinner and dirty dancing are fun! Sounds like a good part two of Tara's birthday

Glad you liked

Can't wait for part three!

Hope you enjoy the nightly conclusion

Thanks for commenting!

Zampsa1975 –

That was one great dinner & dirty dancing date... Can't wait for their private naked celebrations...

Lots of nakedness to come (:P)

Thanks for your comment!

LonelyTara –

Ah god, do I really have to wait till Wednesday? Really? *pout*

But Wednesday is here now!!

Great chapter. I love to see the girls out and having fun, and when you get around to that prequel I expect the Paris weekend to be described in a multitude of delicious details.

I can play a game of ‘how many positions and how many ways can Willow and Tara have wild monkey love in the confines of a Parisian dorm room’. I hear it’s a fun pastime

Speaking of which...what's the countdown on that 5B? I almost called it "my 5B" but I know *sigh* it's for everyone. LOL

It may be for everyone, but I think it’s definitely gonna get a dedication for you 5B starts at 74 at the moment and I can’t envision what type of extra chapters would/could be added so I think there’s a good chance it won’t be pushed again

Hooray for naughty Tara!

Lots of naughtiness to come!

Thanks for your feedback!

Cyteach –

Woah, it looks like I missed a few chapters... BUT, it makes for a great bunch of reading all at once!

Glad you caught up!

Great job, yet again with following the day to day lives of Willow and Tara. I really enjoyed the revelation of Becky's and Brian's relationship--totally didn't see it coming until she was missing from Alice's room!

I always knew I was gonna get them together lol I just wasn’t sure when – so the missing from Alice’s room thing was kind of a shock to me too, but the opportunity presented itself so I had to use it

Oooh! Paris VaCAY! I've never been, but I'm looking forward to the shared romantic shenanigans that the city offers!

I’ve never been either so I’ll kind of be operating a little bit blind, but I’ve got great plans for their break to Paris

Thanks for commenting!

xlaura1 –

Aww, lovely birthday dinner date.

Glad you liked

Haha, lucky Willow.

She is definitely the luckiest

The presents were very sweet, like the charm to match the picture frame. And the dance, wonderful.

I figured they needed a dance scene, don’t think I had one in here yet

Looking forward to the rest of the night, and also Paris!

Hope you enjoy how the story progresses!

Thanks for commenting

taralicious –

Even if they didn't, what restaurant would turn away a couple who would add a star to the Michelin rating of the place by their presence alone?
Willow and Tara's presence classes up any joint and makes the food taste like ambrosia, the wine taste like nectar of the goddesses, and the general atmosphere of the place like the Elysian Fields without the cumbersome nature of being dead and all.

Definitely don’t want any death!

Make sure there is plenty of cubed ice in the pitcher as we both want to do rude things with the ice to try and one-up the other in who can arouse the other more before they arouse suspicion.

Ice cubes in January – I dunno whether it’s erotic or cruel

Tara surreptitiously pockets these in her coat and a few of the bread cubes as later she can pour the olive oil and the balsamic vineger onto Willow's chest and dip the bread cubes into her navel and drive Willow crazy by licking the oils from her pores and giving her an at-home spa treatment she will never forget.

Now there’s some fun images!

Now I want to come back as a loaf of crusty french bread so Tara can give me a tongue-lashing.

Could reincarnation be that kind?

and listening to Robert Preston singing "Gay Paree" from the movie musical "Victor/Victoria:
Not in the way Paree
Was gay in yesterday Paree.
It means today that gay Paree is gay.
Not that gay.
Along the Rue Madeleine
Each evening 'round about ten
You'll see it time and time again:
Gay Paree.

What better than being gay in Paris?

Yay for exhibitionist Tara in giving Willow an impromptu foot massage; if she were truly seizing the moment, she could have dropped her napkin and crawled under the table to get some of Willow's natural cherry sauce for her risotto.

Their exhibitionism might, just might, come into play in some future chapters

Then the sultry erotic foreplay of the dancing and the fires are well and truly stoked for a night of raw, bestial pleasure.

And I will try and make it as raw and bestial as possible!

Thanks for your feedback!

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[Laragh]

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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 68

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“Tara, the...oh god that feels good...baby, need to get the...the keys...”


Tara had the redhead pinned against the front door, kissing her collarbone, making Willow feel all kinds of hazy and making her very glad it was pitch dark out or they’d be giving their neighbours quite the show.


They’d quickly paid and left the restaurant almost as soon as they’d gotten off the dancefloor, an overwhelming need filling them both from the close contact of the dance and the lust filling them both.


Willow had driven home as fast as the speed limit had allowed and Tara had spent the first ten minutes of their drive with her lips attached to the smaller girl’s neck until the car had had to swerve to avoid hitting the curb and they’d had to separate for the remainder of the trip, which thankfully wasn’t long and the blonde was on her wife again straight away as soon as they’d exited the car.


Tara reached into Willow’s pocket and produced the house keys, slotting them into the door as her lips trailed upwards and turned the key, pushing them though the now-open door.


Two purses and the keys hit the floor straight away as the blonde kicked the door closed and moved her lips to fully cover the redhead’s, her hands cupping her wife’s ass. Willow moaned and held onto Tara’s neck as they scrambled up the stairs and into the bedroom, where the redhead pulled back, breathing heavy.


“Wait right there,” she said, going in for another quick but lust-heavy kiss before running out of the room.


Tara ran her fingers through her hair, her chest heaving, and quickly kicked off her shoes and slipped her pantyhose down her legs, throwing them over with her shoes. She climbed onto the bed and tried a few different poses, settling on lying on her side, facing the door, one leg thrown over the other as she rested the side of her head on her palm.


Her mouth went dry when Willow appeared back in the doorway, wearing a red, lace corset with matching panties, an ensemble she’d bought especially for the blonde’s birthday. Tara could only gape.


“You...you look...”


“You like?” Willow asked, doing a slow turn as she walked over to the bed.


“Very much,” Tara nodded, feeling arousal flood her as Willow got on the bed and straddled her, her hands going to the redhead’s hips, “Very, very much. Your boobs look...”


“Huge, I know,” Willow giggled, looking down at her pushed-up breasts, “I can almost rival you.”


Tara felt an onslaught of desire pool in her core and gave a small shiver.


“I oh so enjoyed our little quickie earlier, but...mmhh, I am so looking forward to being ravaged.”


She bit her lip and moved her hands up, tracing her lover’s bust line with one finger, dipping it momentarily into her cleavage before unfastening the first two hooks on the corset and slipping her hands behind the fabric, squeezing the smaller girl’s breasts.


“Mmhh...” Willow moaned, gasping when the blonde's fingers brushed past her nipples, “Ohhh...Oh, mmhh, yea...”


Tara kept up her ministrations with one hand, trailing the other down to unfasten the rest of the hooks so the corset was just hanging on Willow’s shoulders before moving her hand back up, pinching her lover’s nipples as she sat up and starting kissing the smaller girl’s flat stomach.


“Oh god, Tara...”


Willow groaned as the taller girl brought her tongue into play and thrust it in and out of her bellybutton a few times before licking the smooth skin of her abdomen.


She let herself enjoy the attentions for a few minutes before deciding it was about time she got to touch as well and took Tara’s hands off her chest, grabbing the hem of her dress and pulling it over her head, then pushing the blonde back into a lying position on the bed.


She felt a shiver go through her as she saw her wife was wearing Willow’s favourite deep-purple bra – with the matching panties – and started tracing the outline of Tara’s already-hard nipples through the fabric.


“Mmhh, hard as rock,” she said with a salacious grin, her tone turning into playful accusation, “You feeling a little turned on?”


“Mmhh, just a little,” Tara replied, her eyes closed and her back arching into the light touch.


Willow greedily cupped the blonde's breasts.


“Just a little, huh? What can I do to make it a lot?”


Tara moaned as the redhead brushed her thumbs across her nipples before speaking in a low, throaty tone.


“Your mouth.”


Willow mentally thanked whoever the inventor of front-clasping bras was and quickly unhooked the blonde’s bra, letting the fabric fall to the side and lowered her mouth, latching onto one of the taller girl’s nipples as her hand worked the other.


“Oh...Oh...Oh, Willow...”


Tara groaned as the redhead sucked and ran her tongue over her ever-hardening peak and slipped the corset off her wife's shoulders so she could caress the skin on her back with one hand and hold Willow to her chest with the other.


“That...that feels...oh god, so good...”


Willow started nibbling lightly as she moved her hand down slowly, scraping her nails lightly against the blonde’s abdomen before playing with the waistband of her panties.


She was very tempted to just rip them off and sink her fingers into the warm wetness waiting for her, but she liked how Tara looked in them too much and definitely wanted to see her in them again, so opted to hook her thumb in the fabric and dragged them to just below her lover’s knees, where they were kicked the rest of the way off, before running her fingers through her wife’s mound teasingly.


“Willow, please...”


Tara bucked her hips a couple of times, trying to get her wife’s fingers lower, then gasped when the redhead simultaneously bit down on her nipple and entered her with two fingers. She moaned at the double stimulation before pulling Willow up for a heated kiss, letting her tongue duel with the smaller girl’s until the need for oxygen became too great and they pulled back. Tara took the opportunity to reverse their positions, moving so she was straddling her wife’s hips as she moved up and down on her fingers.


“Harder, Will, really hard.”


Willow began thrusting her fingers harder and couldn’t bite back a moan as she saw Tara throw her head back in ecstasy and start to run her hands down her own body, past her breasts and across the smooth expanse of her stomach before she dipped one hand below her waist and started lightly rubbing her own clit.


“So good...Oh Willow...”


Willow watched, mesmerised, as her wife pleasured herself while being pleasured by the redhead until a series of long, low moans coming from the blonde’s mouth indicated she was close to release. A small flush rising on her chest confirmed this a moment as Tara’s rubbing got more frantic and her hips began bucking wildly.


“I’m coming, Will...Oh god, I’m coming hard...I’m...I’m...oh yes, yes, Willow!”


Tara’s fingers stilled, her entire body stiffening for a few moments as wave after wave of pleasure shot through her until she let out a long breath and lifted herself off Willow’s fingers, collapsing on the bed beside her, her hands covering her face as she giggled quietly.


“That was wonderful,” she said as she took her hands away and turned her head to where Willow was lying on her side, alongside her, “Amazing. Just, just give me one sec and I’ll...”


She trailed off as Willow moved on top of her, shaking her head with a grin.


“Nuh uh. Still your turn.”


Tara could only watch, her breathing still laboured, as the redhead began kissing down her body, quickly and with purpose until she settled between her legs and took a long lick of the blonde’s core.


“Oh god you taste so good,” Willow moaned before diving back in and greedily gathered all of her lover’s juices that she could find.


Tara groaned and bent her knees, spreading her legs as wide as she could to give Willow as much room as she needed, before entwining one of her hands in the redhead’s hair, and pushing her into herself as much as she could, just as Willow began flicking over her clit.


“Oh my...Oh...Oh god...”


Willow brought her hands up and started squeezing her wife’s thighs as her tongue moved down to her entrance, teasingly tickling her lips along the way before she flattened her tongue and plunged the wriggling muscle inside her lover, the guttural moan that escaped the blonde only serving to heighten her own arousal and made her more determined in her actions.


“Fuck...” Tara muttered as she felt the tongue inside her curl and hit her sweet spot, “Oh god, I’m close...”


Tara moaned as Willow redoubled her efforts, her tongue moving at animal speed, making her nose hit against the blonde’s clit in the process. She was teetering on the edge already, her entire body on fire when, on the next thrust of the redhead’s tongue, instead of pushing it back in, she started sucking on the taller girl’s entrance, as if she was trying to suck the orgasm right from her.


“Oh yes!”


It had the desired effect as Willow felt the thighs in her hands begin to tremble, shortly followed by a gush of juices flowing straight into her mouth; short, hitched moans coming from above as the hand in her hair entwined to almost painful levels.


She continued to lick up everything her wife had to offer even as she felt Tara’s body relax, the hand falling from her head until she was sure she’d drank every drop and moved back up the blonde’s body, quickly slipping her own panties off her body before placing a long, languid kiss on her lips.


Tara moaned as she tasted herself and closed her eyes to try and consolidate the little energy she had and send it into her limbs. The kiss seemed to help with this, as she could feel Willow’s lips begin to move in a frenzied manner against hers and could feel her rubbing herself almost desperately against her stomach, leaving a trail of wetness on her skin.


Her body responded by getting an overwhelming urge to pleasure her wife and she quickly rolled them so she was on top and trailed a hand down her wife’s body, letting her fingers sink into her core.


“You’re always so wet right after you eat me out,” she said as she pulled back from the kiss and twirled her fingers in the redhead’s wet heat.


“That’s your own fault for tasting so good,” Willow replied, whimpering when Tara’s fingers teasingly brushed past her clit, “Baby, don’t tease.”


Tara ran her fingers along her lover’s lips, grinning.


“But you love to be teased...”


Tara positioned two fingers at the smaller girl’s entrance and circled there. Willow groaned and thrust her hips, but the blonde anticipated the move, pulling her fingers back.


“Tara, please. You just rode my fingers, touched yourself and came in my mouth. I’ve been teased enough. Please.”


Tara grinned.


“Well...since you asked so nicely...”


Willow groaned loudly as Tara pushed her fingers inside slowly and she grabbed onto the blonde’s shoulders, her hips moving in time with the thrusts of her wife’s fingers. The sensation felt incredible, but she instantly craved more and cleared her throat to voice her request.


“Use three...please...”


Tara slipped a third finger inside and they both moaned.


“Oh you’re so tight...”


Willow could only moan a response as she threw her head back into the pillow and arched her back, her wife’s fingers stretching her so deliciously and reaching her sweet spot at every thrust. The feeling of Tara’s body pressed firmly above hers was only adding to her pleasure as their breasts rubbed against each other.


“Don’t stop, baby, don’t stop.”


Tara had no intention of stopping, choosing instead to quicken her thrusts, softly grunting into Willow’s ear when she felt flutters begin around her fingers.


“Tara...Tara...oh goddd...”


Tara felt the hands on her shoulder start to grip her hard and moved to bring their lips together, kissing the redhead in a hungry kiss as she felt her wife convulse and contract beneath her.


They continued kissing as Willow relaxed and Tara stilled her fingers, letting them rest inside her lover as their lips moved against each other, going from hungry to slow and calm.


“Wow,” Willow whispered when they pulled apart, a serene smile on her face, “You made me see stars. And planets. Actually, I was able to see the whole universe. And you know what?”


“What?” Tara asked with an amused smile, moving off to lie alongside the redhead and gently extracting her fingers.


“You were right there in the middle. You know, since you’re the center of my universe.”


Tara chuckled and rolled her eyes, tracing light circles on her wife’s stomach.


“How long have you been waiting to say that?”


“Thought of it on Monday,” Willow replied, blushing that Tara had seen right through her, managing to giggle as well, “But it’s true. I love you.”


Tara leaned her head down and nuzzled the smaller girl’s nose for a moment, then placed a gentle, loving kiss on her lips before moving her mouth down and letting her lips linger over her lover’s heart.


“Forever yours.”

[BuffyFan4ever]

Dibs

Wow. Great chapter.

“You were right there in the middle. You know, since you’re the center of my universe.”


Tara chuckled and rolled her eyes, tracing light circles on her wife’s stomach.


“How long have you been waiting to say that?”


“Thought of it on Monday,” Willow replied, blushing that Tara had seen right through her, managing to giggle as well, “But it’s true. I love you.”

So cute.

Can't wait for the next one.

[leonhart17]

well that was damn hot! Happy birthday Tara! Love it!

[Zampsa1975]

Yay for excellent update-y goodness... That was one yummy way to celebrate Tara's birthday... Tara sure is center of Willow's universe and Willow is center of Tara's universe... Can't wait for their next naked adventure...

[Cyteach]

Great update! You sure know how to capture to a tee

Such a wonderful end to a birthday! Nothing's better than birthday sex

[LonelyTara]

Oh Laragh my Laragh, thank you for the happy Wednesday! As everyone has said, utterly, utterly steamy and hot, but I love the little moments of tenderness:

“Thought of it on Monday,” Willow replied, blushing that Tara had seen right through her, managing to giggle as well, “But it’s true. I love you.”

Awwwww! That Willow's so sweet! Wonderful read, can't wait till Friday!

And on the 5B being dedicated to me. *Does a happy dance* my 5B, my 5B!

Oh, and by the way, I LOVE your plans for the prequel in Paris!!

[love_2003]

Loved all the updates.
That last one left me
Can't wait to see Friday's update.

[taralicious]

Tara had the redhead pinned against the front door, kissing her collarbone, making Willow feel all kinds of hazy and making her very glad it was pitch dark out or they’d be giving their neighbours quite the show.

Willow and Tara don't need keys to get in their house; at the rate they are vibrating against each other and the friction they are creating, they could just walk through the door.

Her mouth went dry when Willow appeared back in the doorway, wearing a red, lace corset with matching panties, an ensemble she’d bought especially for the blonde’s birthday. Tara could only gape.

I'm lucky I took precautions before readin this birthday smut because I slid out of my chair and went . I had placed a pillow on my computer desk so I landed on something soft. too bad it wasn't Tara's cleavage i fell into but I only fall into that in my fantasies/dreams.

“You feeling a little turned on?” Just a little, huh? What can I do to make it a lot?”

Well, if Willow is asking me, I would suggest that they buy a sauna and lounge around naked in it with the sweat rolling down their lithe and curvy bodies; here is where the bucket of ice can be of even more lascivious use than in the restaurant.

“That’s your own fault for tasting so good,”

Tara is finger-licking good in a way the Colonel can never hope to duplicate no matter how many herbs and spices he adds to the recipe.

[vampyregurl73]

What can I say? We all need smutty-fluff goodness, don't we?

“Tara, please. You just rode my fingers, touched yourself and came in my mouth. I’ve been teased enough. Please.”

Yeah, I think that would be enough to drive most to distraction, and a woman's most erogenous zone is her mind, so look at what her imagination can do... yeow.

“Wow,” Willow whispered when they pulled apart, a serene smile on her face, “You made me see stars. And planets. Actually, I was able to see the whole universe. And you know what?”

“What?” Tara asked with an amused smile, moving off to lie alongside the redhead and gently extracting her fingers.

“You were right there in the middle. You know, since you’re the center of my universe.”

Tara chuckled and rolled her eyes, tracing light circles on her wife’s stomach.

“How long have you been waiting to say that?”

“Thought of it on Monday,” Willow replied, blushing that Tara had seen right through her, managing to giggle as well, “But it’s true. I love you.”

Tara leaned her head down and nuzzled the smaller girl’s nose for a moment, then placed a gentle, loving kiss on her lips before moving her mouth down and letting her lips linger over her lover’s heart.

“Forever yours.”

I had to laugh, very sweet, very cheesy, but very sweet none the less. Nice job kiddo.

[xlaurax1]

*applause*

Good birthday?
Best birthday.

“Very much,” Tara nodded, feeling arousal flood her as Willow got on the bed and straddled her, her hands going to the redhead’s hips, “Very, very much. Your boobs look...”


“Huge, I know,” Willow giggled, looking down at her pushed-up breasts, “I can almost rival you.”

Lol, almost but not quite.

Very cutesy at the end, loved it.

Looking forward to the next one!

Laura.

[Laragh]

BuffyFan4ever –

Wow. Great chapter.

Glad you liked!

So cute.

Suitably cheesy

Can't wait for the next one.

Hope you enjoy, I had fun writing it

Thanks for commenting!

leonhart17 –

well that was damn hot! Happy birthday Tara! Love it!

Happy Birthday indeed

Thanks for your comment!

Zampsa1975 –

That was one yummy way to celebrate Tara's birthday...

Glad you liked

Tara sure is center of Willow's universe and Willow is center of Tara's universe...

They just completely revolve around each other lol

Can't wait for their next naked adventure...

You don’t have to wait long, Monday’s update should be smutty

Thanks for commenting!

Cyteach –

Great update! You sure know how to capture to a tee

Thanks!

Such a wonderful end to a birthday! Nothing's better than birthday sex

Ain’t that the truth

Thanks for your comment!

LonelyTara –

Oh Laragh my Laragh, thank you for the happy Wednesday!

My pleasure

As everyone has said, utterly, utterly steamy and hot, but I love the little moments of tenderness ... Awwwww! That Willow's so sweet!

Tara’s impossible not to be sweet to!

Wonderful read, can't wait till Friday!

Hope you like this one too! It’s more about the humour than the sexy (but Monday’s update is about the sexy! )

And on the 5B being dedicated to me. *Does a happy dance* my 5B, my 5B!

It’s had so much hype, I really hope the finished product (s?) live up to it!

Oh, and by the way, I LOVE your plans for the prequel in Paris!!

It’s putting some pretty fun images in my head too

Thanks for your feedback!

love_2003 –

Loved all the updates.

Yay!

That last one left me

-worthy? Awesome!

Can't wait to see Friday's update.

Hope you enjoy!

Thanks for commenting!

taralicious –

Willow and Tara don't need keys to get in their house; at the rate they are vibrating against each other and the friction they are creating, they could just walk through the door.

Lol, now I want to write a Fringe-version of W/T where their hotness causes all types of science phenomenon.

I'm lucky I took precautions before readin this birthday smut because I slid out of my chair and went . I had placed a pillow on my computer desk so I landed on something soft. too bad it wasn't Tara's cleavage i fell into but I only fall into that in my fantasies/dreams.

Good for taking precautions. I too imagine Tara’s cleavage while slumbering

Well, if Willow is asking me, I would suggest that they buy a sauna and lounge around naked in it with the sweat rolling down their lithe and curvy bodies; here is where the bucket of ice can be of even more lascivious use than in the restaurant.

Or they could create their own sweatiness by rolling their lithe and curvy bodies around each other...

Tara is finger-licking good in a way the Colonel can never hope to duplicate no matter how many herbs and spices he adds to the recipe.

Some things you just can’t duplicate.

Thanks for your feedback!

vampyregurl73 –

What can I say? We all need smutty-fluff goodness, don't we?

I hope so, ‘cause my entire writing style is based around that entire market

Yeah, I think that would be enough to drive most to distraction, and a woman's most erogenous zone is her mind, so look at what her imagination can do... yeow.

The imagination certainly provides...well, a lot of stimulation

I had to laugh, very sweet, very cheesy, but very sweet none the less. Nice job kiddo.

You know me, I’m all about the cheese lol. Thanks

And thanks for commenting!

xlaura1 –

*applause*

Good birthday?
Best birthday.

Lol, almost but not quite.

Tara’s boobs most certainly will always be the rivalling pair

Very cutesy at the end, loved it.

Lol, yay!

Looking forward to the next one!

Hope you enjoy it!

Thanks for commenting!

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[Laragh]

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TITLE: Hacker Confidential

AUTHOR: Laragh

CHAPTER RATING: PG-13

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 69

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“Hello?”


“Hey Tara, it’s Buffy.”


Tara swapped her cell phone to her other ear and spun her chair away from her computer to give her friend her full attention.


“Hey Buffy, how’s it going?”


“I’m all kinds of good thanks, you?”


“I’m good too.”


“Great. So you know how we’ve got that dance class this evening?”


“How could I forget?” Tara asked with a smile, “Thank you so much again for getting the classes. I’ve been looking forward to starting them all week.


“Me too,” Buffy said and Tara could hear the smile in her voice, “So I was thinking, if the class starts at 7pm, do you want to grab a bite beforehand? You know, make it a proper girl’s night. I was talking to Angel; he said he can pick Willow up so we can use your car, if that’s okay?”


Tara nodded her head, even though Buffy couldn’t see, at the plan, liking the arrangement.


“That sounds great, Buffy. I’ll just give Willow a call and she if she’s okay with that.”


“Already done, amigo. Her and Angel are gonna go for some beers and we’re meeting them at the bar afterwards. Willow even drove home at lunch and brought me a bag with your dance clothes.”


“Wow, you’ve got this organising thing down. Okay the, the car is parked over at your carpark,” Tara replied, meaning the car was at the FBI offices, “So I’ll meet you outside the building at like 5.45pm?”


“Excellent. Okay, Tara, see you then!”


“Bye Buffy.”


Tara hung up the phone, a big smile on her face as she thought about the evening ahead. She couldn’t remember Buffy mentioning the exact type of dance classes they were going to, but she didn’t really care, she just enjoyed the process of moving to a beat.


“What’re you so smiley about?” Michelle asked from her desk across from her.


“Just a fun evening planned,” Tara replied, before focusing her thoughts back on work, “Did we get anywhere on the Logan Hughes case? The kid we’re trying to get into boarding school?”


The rest of the day passed as it normally would for the blonde, in a flurry of paperwork and visits to some of the kids she looked after until the clock told her it was 5:30pm and she shut down her computer before leaving the office with a quick goodbye to Michelle. She walked the quick 10-minute walk to the FBI building, where she saw Willow and Buffy already standing outside, chatting.


“Hey baby,” Willow greeted with a kiss when Tara stepped up to them.


“Hey Tara,” Buffy greeted as well, “Ready to shake your booty?”


“Just about,” Tara grinned and smiled at the redhead when she handed her a small backpack.


“Your clothes,” Willow explained unnecessarily, “I hope I got the right things, Buffy told me what you needed.”


“I checked, it’s all good,” Buffy smiled, before giving a small wave as a black Mercedes drove up on the street alongside them, “There’s Angel.”


Angel rolled down his window and the three girls walked up to him, Buffy leaning down for a quick kiss.


“Hey honey. Work go okay?”


“Much better I can drive again,” Angel said, waving his now-cast free arm about, then looking at Willow, “You ready? I found this new bar downtown. Good wings.”


Willow nodded and gave Tara a quick kiss on the cheek.


“Have fun at your class!” she said to the other girls as she walked around and got in the passenger seat.


“We’ll see you after,” Angel nodded as Willow strapped up, “You know the place, right, Buffy?”


“Yep. Rico’s,” Buffy smiled, “We’ll be there about 8.30pm.”


Angel and Willow speed off and the girls walked into the building and got the elevator up to the carpark and walked over to the car. Willow and Tara had adopted a system once they’d gotten the car of Willow driving them to work each morning, dropping Tara off and then going to work herself, and then Tara walked over to the FBI building in the evenings to met her wife and drive home, since she liked getting the short walk after work to unwind from her day.


“Do you know where we’re going?” Buffy asked as Tara unlocked the car and they both sat in.


“The center’s downtown, near St. Paul's, right?” Tara asked, adjusting the mirror slightly, “Where did you want to eat?”


Buffy shrugged.


“I figured we could just find somewhere nearby.”


Tara voiced her agreements as they began driving and pulled out of the large carpark and onto the streets of Buffalo. They chatted amiably as they drove the relatively short distant to the district where the dance class was being held and found a small vegetarian restaurant around the corner from the center.


They both ordered salads, not wanting to eat anything too heavy and relaxed until about fifteen minutes before the class was due to start and made their way to the center and into the dressing room.


There was a few people already there, getting changed into various types of clothing for the different classes available. Tara set her bag on one of the benches and opened her bag, surprised when she pulled out a pair of figure-hugging shorts that only reached mid-thigh and a thin-strapped tank top, clothes she generally only wore if they happened to be experiencing a heatwave.


She turned to Buffy with a raised eyebrow.


“This is what you told Willow I need?” she asked, having expecting some loose trousers and a t-shirt, or something like that.


“They give the best range of motion,” Buffy said with a shrug, pulling on similar attire, “Besides, you’ve got great legs, show them off!”


Tara rolled her eyes and shook her head, a small smile playing on her lips before changing into the shorts and top.


“Hey, I just thought,” Tara said after a moment, “Am I gonna miss a class when me and Will go to Paris next month?”


“Ah yes, you’re finally going on your honeymoon,” Buff smiled, “You’re going the week of the 20th, right?”


“Yea.”


“The class happens every two weeks so...” Buffy closed her eyes and starting whispering numbers, before opening them again, “That falls on one of the off weeks.”


“Great,” Tara smiled to herself, “I wouldn’t want to miss a class if I didn’t have to.”


They continued changing for the next few minutes until both were finished.


“You ready?” Buffy, putting her hair in a ponytail.


“Sure,” Tara nodded, copying her friends action and tying her hair up.


“Okay, good.”


Buffy seemed on edge, which surprised Tara, since she knew the other blonde had a long history of martial arts and dance training already but didn’t comment on it, figuring it was probably just some tension she needed to relieve, until Buffy led them into a room, the contents of which confused Tara.


“Um, Buffy...” she said, her voice lowered, “I think we’re in the wrong room.”


Buffy looked around before turning to her friend, shaking her head, nonchalant.


“Nope, this is right.”


Tara’s face went from perplexed to contemplative until her eyes finally widened in horror as she realised what was going on and she grabbed Buffy’s arm, pulling her to the side.


“Ow,” Buffy said as she yanked her arm away, “You’ve got strong arms. That’ll help in here.”


Tara ignored the comment and stared at her friend.


“Pole-dancing classes?!?”


“Yea,” Buffy nodded, not seeing the issue, “What?”


“It’s...it’s...”


Buffy sighed and put a hand on Tara’s shoulder.


“Look, Tara, it’s a great form of exercise, it builds confidence and its fun! Or at least I’ve been told it’s fun. What’re you freaking out about?”


“I...” Tara trailed off as she tried to voice her concerns, “It just seems...”


“Tara, look around,” Buffy said, understanding the issue, “All types of women here. All shapes, all sizes. There’s nothing ‘bawdy call-girl’ about it. Okay?”


Tara looked around the room and saw the other students, different ages and like Buffy said, all different sizes, all of them looking equally nervous and excited.


“Just try this one class,” Buffy continued, “If you hate it, you don’t have to come back.”


Tara thought for a moment, still unsure, before nodding, deciding she at least owed Buffy trying one class.


“Okay,” she said, offering a weak smile, before a though occured to her, “Does Willow know...?”


“I didn’t tell her,” Buffy replied with a grin, “I didn’t tell Angel either...and I’m not planning to. I thought it would be better to...”


“Surprise them when we’re finished the classes?” Tara asked, grinning at the idea and the prospects it opened up.


Buffy punched an arm in the air triumphantly.


“See, I knew you’d be into it!”


Tara couldn’t help but laugh, her uneasiness disappearing by the minute. Just then someone starting speaking behind them and they turned to see a lithe brunette standing by one of the three poles set up in the room.


“Good evening, ladies, my name is Debbie and welcome to your beginner’s pole-dancing class! I know you’re all probably nervous, and a little embarrassed, but don’t worry, I’m here to help and guide you through everything and if you have any concerns or queries, please don’t hesitate to ask me. Now we’re gonna get started with some warm-up exercises, and if you decide to practice any of the moves you learn here tonight at home, make sure to do your warm-ups. You’ll be using a lot of muscles that you probably haven’t used before. Is everyone ready?”


There was a chorus of nods and agreements as Tara and Buffy fell into line with the ten other women who were taking the class and smiled at each other as Debbie started playing some upbeat dance music and guided them though the warm-ups. Everyone had started to break a mild sweat by the time the warm-up had finished and Debbie turned off the music, holding onto one of the poles.


“Is everyone feeling warm? Yes? Good. That means we’re ready to start learning some pole-dance moves. I bet you all didn’t think you’d be getting on one of these things so soon, huh? The first thing we’re gonna learn is just how to hold the simple lock position. It really is quite an easy move, but don’t worry if you don’t get it right away. All you do is...” Debbie pushed herself up on the pole and moved her legs so she was locked in place on the pole, “And it really is that simple. Now who wants to try first?”


Debbie jumped down off the pole and there was a shuffling of feet as everyone avoided being the first, until Buffy put a hand against Tara’s lower back and pushed her out in front of the group. Debbie took this as a sign of volunteering and smiled, pulling Tara up to the pole.


“Wonderful. What’s your name?”


“Um, Tara,” Tara replied, glaring at Buffy, who just pointed at her arm and grinned, indicating it was payback for when Tara had grabbed her.


Debbie took Tara's hand and put it on the pole.


“Great, Tara, do you want to try the move?”


Tara looked terrified.


“Um...”


“I’ll help,” Debbie smiled, putting a hand on Tara’s back, “Just wrap your legs around the pole...”


Tara tentatively positioned her feet either side the end of the pole.


“Good. Now you’re gonna push yourself up the pole. You’ll be using your upper body, so push with all the strength you have until your feet are off the floor. Then quickly straighten your left leg out in front of you, and wrap your right leg over it, bending at the knee. You got that?”


“I think so,” Tara replied, making sure she had the instructions straight in her head, “Yea, I got it.”


Debbie stepped back.


“Okay. Whenever you’re ready.”


Tara took a deep breath before pushing herself up, the steel bar feeling cold against her thighs, before manoeuvring her legs into the correct position, getting a pleased smile when she managed to stay in place. Debbie clapped her hands together.


“Excellent, Tara. Now just for practice, grip the pole somewhere higher and try to pull yourself up.”


Tara managed to do that without too much difficulty and Debbie clapped.


“That was perfect,” Debbie said, turning to the group, “Now that’s the basic lock position, and once you’ve mastered that, you can move onto other positions, but for now, we’re all gonna learn that. You can slide down now, Tara.”


Tara carefully moved down the pole and couldn’t help the triumphant grin on her face as she made her way back to Buffy, who patted her on the back.


“You’re a natural,” Buffy whispered, grinning, “And damn flexible too. Willow’s a lucky girl.”


Tara blushed but felt proud of herself, smiling all the way through being split up into three groups of four so they all could practice the lock position. They all went a little further on each attempt until most of the group were able to hold themselves on the pole with one hand while they leant back and stretched out the other.


Debbie proceeded to teach everyone some floor moves that could be combined with the pole moves to make a simple routine before starting a cool-down regime, then dismissing the class.


“That was so much fun,” Tara said as they made their way back into the dressing room.


“Well now, aren’t you glad you didn’t just run out,” Buffy grinned, “I knew you’d like it.”


“Thanks for making me see I was being a ridiculous prude,” Tara replied, bumping her shoulder playfully against her friend’s.


Buffy grinned.


“My pleasure.”


The friends smiled at each other as they started changing back into their regular clothing, before leaving the center with a wave to the other girls from the group and finding their way back to the car and getting in.


“The bar’s not far,” Buffy said as she closed the car door, “Take Clinton.”


Tara turned the key in the ignition and started driving, taking Buffy’s directions until they pulled up outside the bar that Willow and Angel were and they walked inside, seeing their significant others sitting across from one another in a booth, laughing at something.


“What’s so funny?” Buffy asked as they walked up to the booth and slipped in beside their respective partners.


“Hey,” Willow greeted animatedly, before turning to Angel, “Looks like the game is over now. Scowly has someone new to be mad at.”


Both Angel and Willow started laughing and the other two just looked at each other, confused.


“Share the joke,” Buffy said, punching Angel lightly on the arm.


“See that bartender over there?” Angel asked, using the arm he had wrapped around Buffy’s shoulder to discreetly point at a woman behind the bar, “The brunette?”


Both Buffy and Tara nodded ‘yes’, so Willow continued the story.


“She came over to take our order when she came in and she was super flirty with Angel, but like ignoring me completely. So then we started holding hands over the table and she’s been scowling at me ever since. Talk about service without a smile.”


Tara laughed at the story and Buffy released a chuckle as well, but narrowed her eyes over at the bartender. The woman seemed to sense she was being looked at and raised her gaze. Buffy locked eyes with her and smirked, before turning and planting a firm kiss on Angel’s lips. The bartender’s eyes widened before she scurried off to the other side of the bar.


“Way to stake your claim, Buff,” Willow said with a laugh before turning to Tara, “I think I need to stake mine, too.”


“Oh really?” Tara grinned before their lips met gently for a moment.


“How was your class?” Willow asked when they pulled back.


Tara fought the urge to snigger, opting instead to just glance briefly at Buffy and nod her head.


“Interesting. Definitely interesting.”


“Well, good,” Willow smiled, “Do you guys want drinks?”


“Hey, why aren’t you guys drunk?” Buffy asked, raising an eyebrow, “You’ve been here for almost three hours.”


“Oh we just had the one beer when we came in,” Willow answered, “Angel’s driving and I wasn’t sure whether Tara would want some drinks and I’d be driving us home, so we just stuck to the one.”


“I don’t want any,” Tara shook her head, “I’ll just get a coke.”


“Yea, me too,” Buffy agreed, “I need a clear head for work tomorrow.”


Willow got up and got a round of cokes for everyone, coming back to the booth just as the sound of someone singing came from the side.


“What’s going on there?” Buffy asked.


“It’s open mic night,” Angel answered.


Buffy’s eyes lit up and she turned to Angel, looking at him excitedly.


“Honey, you should so get up there!”


Angel’s eyes widened in horror and he started to shake his head vigorously, but Buffy was having none of it.


“Yes, you have to! Your guitar’s in the trunk of the car, remember? From when you went to get the string fixed or whatever. Go get it and get up there!”


“Buffy, I really don’t-”


“I’ll sing with you,” Tara said suddenly, surprising the others at the table. She wouldn’t normally volunteer for something like that, but she was feeling empowered from the pole-dance class, “If you want.”


Angel saw he was going to be on the losing end of the argument, but the prospect of doing a number with Tara as oppose to on his own was definitely a better option so he shrugged with a small smile.


“Well, alright then. I’ll go get the guitar.”


Angel left to go out to his car and Willow turned to her wife, excitedly biting her lip.


“I love it when you sing. You sound so sexy.”


“I love Angel playing guitar,” Buffy said, mostly to herself as she looked off dreamily, “Watching his fingers strum those strings...”


Willow giggled at her friend’s demeanour just as Angel returned, a guitar bag swung over his left shoulder. He looked over, and seeing that the stage was currently empty, nodded at Tara, then over at the stage.


Tara smiled and nodded back, standing up and walking over to the small stage where a couple of stools and microphones already sat in waiting, a piano off to the side for anyone who wanted to use it.


“What songs do you know?” Tara asked in a low voice, as she took a seat on one of the stools.


They talked over song choices for a few moments before settling on a choice and Angel sat on the other stool, pulling the microphone towards him.


“Um, hello,” he said into it, nodding as he got the attention of most of the decently-filled bar, “We’d like to dedicate this one to our ladies.”


He looked over at Tara and mouthed a countdown to her before he started strumming the opening beats of Bryan Adam’s ‘Heaven’. Tara started singing the lyrics when the time came and Angel joined in to sing the chorus with her, both of them staring at their respective significant others.



Baby you're all that I want,
When you're lying here in my arms,
I'm finding it hard to believe ,
We're in heaven.
And love is all that I need,
And I found it there in your heart,
It isn't too hard to see,
We're in heaven.



Both couple’s eyes stayed locked on each other throughout the whole song until Tara and Angel finished, soft guitar chords ending the song. Most of the patrons applauded as the two smiled and took a small bow, before making their way back to the booth.


“That was so hot.”


Both Buffy and Willow said the sentence at the same time before Tara and Angel got pulled into a steamy kiss, lasting several seconds before both couples separated, after which Angel and Tara couldn’t help but grin cheekily at each other, both thinking the same thing.


I’m totally getting lucky tonight.

[BuffyFan4ever]

Dibs

OMG Great Chapter.

“Pole-dancing classes?!?”

Tara took a deep breath before pushing herself up, the steel bar feeling cold against her thighs, before manoeuvring her legs into the correct position, getting a pleased smile when she managed to stay in place. Debbie clapped her hands together.


“Excellent, Tara. Now just for practice, grip the pole somewhere higher and try to pull yourself up.”


Tara managed to do that without too much difficulty and Debbie clapped.


“That was perfect,” Debbie said, turning to the group, “Now that’s the basic lock position, and once you’ve mastered that, you can move onto other positions, but for now, we’re all gonna learn that. You can slide down now, Tara.”


Tara carefully moved down the pole and couldn’t help the triumphant grin on her face as she made her way back to Buffy, who patted her on the back.

Can't wait to see what happens next.