College Confidential (Prequel to HC/FC) [AU] (Complete)

[willowtaralover]

YAY Laragh's back and that can only mean more Willow and Tara awsomeness YAY

[Missocki]

Woot!

[Laragh]

BuffyFan4ever –

Glad Tara's OK.

You and Willow both!

:lol at the doctor's confusion about Willow kissing her "sister."

Willow really stuck them in with that one!

Loved the quotes at the end.

Thanks for commenting!

zampsa19752001 -

I'm glad that Tara was rushed to the hospital quickly...

Uh huh, good quick thinking!

It's not good that Willow had to lie that she was Tara's "sister" to be able to see her...

No it's not...something that will come up again and be resolved!

Big yay for you being back!

Thanks

Thanks for your comment

willowtaralover –

Glad to hear you're feeling much better Laragh, It's a crappy thing to end up in hospital this close to Christmas.

I was lucky, I got out in time

Poor Willow, I can totally empathise with her as I've been in this situation myself just different circumstances.

It's a horrible situation to be in.

A big yay to Ethan the paramedic for cottoning on to the fact that Willow is Tara's girlfriend and telling Willow to say she's Tara's sister to get through to see her.

Yes, Ethan was on the ball!

As if Tara's illness wasn't bad enough, Willow also has to experience a miserable time in the waiting room with no one to comfort her and having to fill in a form without any knowledge of Tara's background at all.

She really had a shitty evening.

It's good to see that the Doctor is open minded enough to let Willow's little fib slide instead of bawling her out for lying.

He had better things to worry about, I think

Grr argh to the nurse who tossed the clipboard at Willow I don't think 'mean-spirited' is enough to describe her. I believe 'fucking evil minded uncaring bitch/bastard (delete as applicable) is closer to the mark. And that's me being polite to him/her.

That's being very polite! Nurse of the year, yeah right.

A big awww to Willow wanting to take care of Tara. And it's kinda cool knowing she does just that later on as well JJ and getting pregnant herself using Tara's eggs. Willow has to possibly be the most awesome character ever.

I think Willow and Tara together are the best they can be

It was a nice touch for all the other students to leave get well wishes at Tara's door.

Most people are good people, I find.

I saw this earlier this year at the cinema. Very cool with the proto Alien at the end.

Did you enjoy it?

A sweet moment at the end where they go from quoting classics through to Disney taking in Judy Garland along the way.

They're sweet like that

I wish you a very Taratastic Christmas Laragh, and a Willowicious New year with all the best they both can bring you.

And I wish the same to you!

YAY Laragh's back and that can only mean more Willow and Tara awsomeness YAY

Thanks!

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taralicious –

Laragh,
As unpleasant and messy as it can be when the real world intrudes upon Willow and Tara's dimension, i.e. food allergies and Nurse Ratched from "...Cuckoo's Nest" it is immensely gratifying to know that safeguards are firmly in place so they are not beset by such annoyances for long.

Real life only gets in the way for a while…there’s too much W/T goodness to be had!

It is indeed also humbling when one's life is reduced to a sheaf of papers so Willow is overwhelmed when she is confronted by how much of Tara's past she doesn't know.

She’ll remember everything she’s been told for the future, that’s for sure!

The series of literary quotes was a very romantic and heartfelt way to express to each other their feelings without physical contact.

They do find creative ways to say ‘I love you’.

Merry Christmas to you, Laragh.

Happy New Year

Thanks for commenting!

Grimm -

:banana

I'm so happy you are back. I don't always leave feedback . But, I read your story RELIGIOUSLY.

Hope you are feeling MUCH better.

Thank you! I am

Missocki -

Woot!

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[Laragh]

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TITLE: College 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 first part of the prequel to Hacker Confidential and Family Confidential - the college years!

SPOILERS: Perhaps minor references to the show or stealage of dialogue, but nothing that would spoil the series.

FEEDBACK: Yes please

Chapter 26

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Tara awoke to the sound of quiet, vaguely recognisable voices coming from somewhere in the room. She opened her eyes and was momentarily disappointed to see the other side of the bed empty, but caught site of the back of Willow’s head, where she was sitting cross-legged on the floor, snuggled up to a blanket and watching Sylvester chase Tweety across the screen.


“Mmhh, morning,” she greeted sleepily.


Willow turned her head and initially smiled, then looked apologetic.


“Sorry, did the TV wake you?”


Tara shook her head softly.


“What are you watching?”


“Cartoons,” Willow admitted sheepishly, “Kinda a Sunday morning ritual. I know, mega with the babyness.”


She expected Tara to look at her weirdly and roll over to go back asleep like Becky always had when catching her in such a position, but instead watched in delight as Tara got up and sat with her.


“I love Porky Pig.”


Willow had a moment of wondering if that was maybe because of a small stutter she’d picked up her girlfriend having on occasion and the shared impediment with the cartoon pig, but didn’t want to embarrass Tara by bringing it up.


“I like Daffy.”


“He’s good too,” Tara agreed, then snuggled into her to share the blanket.


They enjoyed the cartoons in companionable silence for a while until Willow’s belly gave a low but audible rumble.


“Do we have anything to eat?” she asked, wrapping her arms around her knees, “I don’t wanna get dressed.”


She watched as Tara crawled over to the mini-fridge, appreciating the way her butt wiggled as she did so.


“Applesauce?” Tara asked, turned back around with a small tub and plastic spoon.


Willow nodded eagerly and got the blanket ready for Tara to slip back under, then pecked her cheek as she got comfortable.


“I love you, Tara.”


Tara smiled and pulled the foil lid of the tub back.


“You’re just saying that because I have the applesauce.”


“You got me,” Willow giggled and went to take the spoon of applesauce offered, but Tara pulled it back at the last second and grinned.


“You have to ask like Elmur Fudd.”


Willow looked around suspiciously and lowered her voice.


“Be vewy vewy quiet… I'm hunting bweakfast!”


Tara laughed loudly and whizzed the spoon into Willow’s mouth before taking some herself.


“What do you want to do today?”


“Lots of you and lots of relaxing,” Willow answered, taking another spoonful as offered.


“We could take a stroll to the library after lunch… find a book to read together,” Tara suggested and Willow nodded keenly.


“I’d love to read with you. I always hated people reading over my shoulder, but it sounds fun with you. Maybe a book of poems or something.”


She bounced excitedly in place, then smiled and leaned down to rest her head on Tara’s shoulder, sighing contentedly when she began to play with her girlfriend's hair.


“This is how Sunday’s are meant to be.”

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“Don’t close the curtains.”


Tara paused with her hands on the fabric and looked over to where Willow was lying on the bed, book propped up on her chest.


“Why? It’s dark.”


Willow watched how the moonlight cast Tara’s face aglow and smiled.


“I just like being able to see the full moon.”


Tara remained quiet for a moment, imagining the early-morning summer sun rising her earlier than she’d like to, but couldn’t deny Willow anything.


“Okay, sweetie.”


Willow smiled, pleased and patted the bed beside her. Tara obliged and kicked off her shoes, then settled in. Willow put an arm around her and held the book up between them.


“Oh look at this one,” she said, pointing to a particular passage, “And on that cheek, and o'er that brow, so soft, so calm, yet eloquent. The smiles that win, the tints that glow, but tell of days in goodness spent. A mind at peace with all below, a heart whose love is innocent.”


She smiled over at Tara, then leaned in to press a long kiss against her cheek.


“That is you summed up perfectly in 19th century lyrical imagery.”


Tara smiled shyly and pecked Willow’s cheek back, then pointed to a different poem.


“Here is the deepest secret nobody knows, here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud and the sky of the sky of a tree called life; which grows higher than the soul can hope or mind can hide, and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart…I carry your heart…I carry it in my heart.”


She traced her finger under the last line for a moment, then placed her hand over Willow’s heart. Willow covered Tara’s hand and held it there for a minute before lifting to kiss her palm.


“I wish I could write words like that to tell you how I feel.”


“I bet you could,” Tara replied, brushing Willow’s cheek with her finger affectionately.


Willow blushed and shook her head.


“I love to read but was never much for the writing outside of my journal.”


“Try it,” Tara said encouragingly.


Willow pursed her lips in thought.


“My beauty, my sweet, my wonderful Tara…I love you more than the… Mesozoic Era?”


She trailed off lamely but Tara just smiled.


“I didn’t know you were so into reptiles.”


“Hey, they have their place, in ecology and medicine and whatnot,” Willow defended, then just giggle, “At least I tried.”


“That was better than anything I’ve read in this book,” Tara replied genuinely, “Because it came from you.”


Willow smiled and curled into Tara’s side.


“Your turn.”


Tara put her arm around Willow's waist and leaned her head on her girlfriend's shoulder.


“You are my love, my warmth, my shining sky. My broken eyes no longer cry. Hold my heart, keep it close. Because you’re the one I love the most.”


Willow turned her head into Tara’s neck for a moment and took her in fresh vanilla-esque scent. Her hands reached up to cup Tara’s cheeks and her lips followed, kissing each of her eyes, then squarely on the mouth.


“If a kiss could tell you how much I love you, I’d never stop.”


“It does,” Tara replied softly.


Willow nuzzled their noses together.


“Then I guess I better not stop.”


She met Tara’s lips softly again and started to try and shift on top of her, but the book they’d been reading stopped her with a dig in the ribcage.


She reached between them to get it out, then as she leaned over to leave it on the nightstand, managed to roll on top of Tara too.


“All these poems are stirring some…romantic feelings in me.”


Tara reached up and tucked a piece of hair behind each of Willow’s ears, before slowly running her hands down her girlfriend’s arms.


“What kind of romantic feelings?”


Willow dropped her mouth to Tara’s ear and lowered her tone to a whisper.


“The kind that makes me want to be inside you.”


She heard Tara gasp and nibbled on her earlobe for a moment, before she felt eager hands yanking at her shirt. She sat up to aid with the disrobing and worked on freeing Tara of her own clothing.


She was quickly becoming blinded by lust; the deep, carnal, raw desire that only Tara could bring out in her. What she loved even more was feeling like she could bring out that same need in Tara; like Tara couldn’t get enough of her; like she was her drug.


She felt the arousal between her legs start to spill out onto her thighs and was glad when Tara removed her panties, though did shiver at the rush of cold air against her now nude body.


Her eyes dropped to rake over Tara’s naked chest and her hands instantly went to grab, but made a detour on the way to pull her panties off, which she did a little too zestfully, if the ripping sound was any indication.


“Sorry, I think I ripped them a little bit,” she said, holding them up to see how bad the tear was.


Tara sat up to press their chests together.


“It doesn’t matter.”


“I’ll get you a new pair,” Willow assured, “Any pair you lik–”


“Willow, kiss me,” Tara cut her off softly.


Willow didn’t need much convincing. She caught Tara’s lips and pushed her onto her back. She leaned right over Tara so their bodies grazed in the way that set her on fire.


She stopped for a moment to appreciate Tara’s beauty, then quickly reached up to turn the lamp switch off and resumed the kiss.


Tara accepted Willow’s mouth on hers but didn’t do much reciprocation; she was distracted by the unusual darkness of the room.


She felt Willow’s hand slide down her chest and to her stomach; where, to her, it felt like it sank slowly in to her skin.


Suddenly self-conscious, she pushed Willow’s waist away from hers and turned her head away.


“I-It’s just water weight.”


“Hmmm?” Willow asked, only half listening as she left kisses on what she saw as the offered cheek.


Tara reached down to move Willow’s hand away from her stomach.


“It’s just water weight. It’ll be gone in a few days, we can wait.”


Willow finally realised she was being rebuffed and moved back to give Tara some space.


“What are you talking about?”


Tara was subconsciously sucking in her belly.


“I know I look a little chunky–”


“Whoa, wait, what?” Willow questioned, utterly confused, “Chunky? What the hell are you talking about?”


“I have some extra weight on right now,” Tara replied uncomfortably, “Water retention. You know…PMS stuff.”


Willow’s face softened.


“Don’t be silly. You look gorgeous. More so every day.”


Tara cast a sidelong glance to the lamp.


“Then why did you turn the light off?”


“Because, because the moon,” Willow rushed to explain, pointing out the window where the moonlight was streaming through and hitting Tara’s face, “See it’s hitting you just right and you look so…heavenly. Goddess-like. Radiant, beautiful, angelic…do I need to go on?”


Tara looked towards the window and caught the glimmer of the moon.


“Oh.”


“We can turn the lamp back on if you want,” Willow replied, giving her a soft peck, “I always want to see you, every bit of you.”


Tara continued to look at their light source, then smiled up at Willow.


“No, it’s okay.”


“Do you still want to?” Willow asked, trying to hide her hopefulness, “I totally get it if you feel bloated and yucky, not that you look it, at all.”


Tara felt the earlier fire reignite in her belly and smiled shyly.


“I feel a little icky but I think I know how I want to feel better.”


Willow felt her heart quicken and situated her body back over Tara’s. She felt Tara arch into her and cross her wrists over her neck.


“My world settles into place when I feel you close to me.”


Tara’s hands moved up Willow’s head to massage her scalp.


“I can’t get enough of you.”


Willow brought her mouth close to Tara’s.


“I'm all yours.”


Tara pulled Willow’s head gently the rest of the way down and kissed her passionately. Willow’s moan was swallowed as she eagerly responded and let her hands find Tara’s breasts again.


She pinched Tara’s nipples until it was hard, then took a brief break from kissing to let her tongue roam there, before returning to her girlfriend’s lips. She felt Tara’s legs spread underneath her and adjusted herself to accommodate. As her hips twisted, her core brushed against Tara’s.


She let out a long groan at the sensation and rolled herself into Tara again. She felt Tara pull at her hips and tried for a more insistent motion, but opted to use her hand when she couldn’t quite find the angle she was looking for.


Tara moaned softly as Willow wet her fingers between her lips, then began to slide up and down and against her clit.


“Oh, Willow.”


Willow loved when Tara said her name at the best of times; but when it escaped her lips with such a raw, erotic purr, she felt like she was melting into a puddle of desire.


“Oh Tara,” she said in the same tone, coupling it with series of kisses along Tara’s jaw.


Tara’s hands dug into the skin of her girlfriend’s back, below her shoulders, then gasped loudly when Willow found her entrance and thrust inside. She pushed herself so she was sitting so she could have better control, crossing her legs behind Willow's back for stability. Her lips dropped into Willow’s neck and nipped at her sensitive skin.


Willow groaned softly and looked over Tara's shoulder to watch how her back muscles rippled in the moonlight. She pressed her lips onto Tara's shoulder-blade and worked her way inwards until she felt her girlfriend's hand brush against hers between them, then down further to caress her folds.


She gasped and maneuvered her hips to accommodate, but when Tara pushed back at the same time, they just ended up falling into each other and back onto the bed in a tangled mess of limbs.


Tara locked her knees in at her girlfriend's hips as Willow's warm body melded into her. She pushed her hips up as Willow began thrusting into her again and let her own hand squirm between them and inside her girlfriend. She moaned loudly at the combination of sensation and was quick to speed up as Willow's hips demanded.


Willow felt her breath becoming ragged, almost unable to catch it, as the cloud of lust and nearing orgasm stretched out within her. Tara’s hot mouth was like a red-hot poker against her neck and chest, burning her in the best possible way.


She lifted Tara's up to kiss her, but kept her eyes open so she could see that moon-glow she loved so much.


Tara was gasping into the kiss every few seconds, pulling air from Willow as pleasure radiated out from her. Her hips lifted with the intense final slam and her neck arched back against the pillow. Her legs dropped flat on the bed and she felt Willow continue to thrust atop her for a few more seconds before she stilled and let out a low, rumbling groan.


Willow's body finally dropped, causing Tara to take in a sharp breath and make a hasty reach for the water bottle on the nightstand. She unscrewed the top and took a long glug while wiping her brow of the sweat beads that had formed.


“Want some?” she asked hazily, putting the top at Willow's lips.


Willow turned her head just enough to fix her mouth around it and gulped the rest down. When it was empty, Tara let the bottle fall to the floor and Willow dropped her head again to be cushioned by her girlfriend's breast.


“Wow.”


All was silent for a few minutes as Tara idly twirled the ends of Willow's hair, before finally speaking.


“I-I think we’re getting better at that.”


Willow turned her head in on Tara's pressed and left a soft kiss there, then smiled.


“Yeah, no kidding.”


Tara's hips squirmed and she smiled back bashfully.


“I liked that thing…with the rubbing.”


“Oh yeah, that was very nice,” Willow agreed, her cheeks calming from a bright red to a flushed pink, “We should, we should work on that.”


Tara nodded, quite willing.


“Okay.”


Willow rested for another few minutes, then lifted herself up and shuffled up so they were face-to-face. She smiled, pecked Tara, then started to nuzzle into her neck.


Tara tilted her neck to allow her more access and stretched her body right down to her toes in satisfaction.


“Are you leaving a mark? I can’t wear a scarf in the middle of summer to work tomorrow.”


Willow pulled away an inch to look and cleared her throat.


“Your hair will cover it…” she assured, patting Tara's hair over the mark, “Besides it’ll probably be the most exciting gossip the old biddies have had in a long time.”


Tara shot Willow a look.


“They’re nice, don’t be mean.”


“But they’re worse than a nattering mothers’ knitting circle!” Willow argued, remembering past experiences with the ‘chatty’ women of the administrative offices when trying to sort her own paperwork, “Talking about their neighbours and stuff while I'm standing there like an idiot trying to get a form.”


“They’ve always been very kind to me,” Tara replied with a gentle shrug, “They just like to…chinwag.”


“Chinwag,” Willow giggled, taking Tara’s chin between her fingers and moving it back and forth, “That sounds like you’re shaking your chin at me. I am very mad at you Willow, don’t make me chinwag!”


Tara smiled but lifted Willow’s hand away to entwine their fingers.


“You’ve only ever been in the admin offices to hand in paperwork. I spent all last summer and winter break with them. You're misjudging them.”


Willow realised she was being kind of nasty and gave a short nod.


“Okay, Tara. Sorry if I was dismissive.”


Tara pecked her cheek in forgiveness.


“Are you excited about your class?”


Willow smiled nervously.


“Hope I don’t do something stupid like take a picture with the lens on.”


“You’ll be great,” Tara reassured, squeezing their palms together.


“You’ll have to be my model,” Willow replied, starting to grin.


Tara nodded genuinely.


“I’ll do whatever I can to help.”


Willow let her gaze drop slowly down Tara’s body.


“Maybe I could get a couple of naked…” she started, then clamped her mouth shut when she caught the look on Tara’s face, “Or maybe not.”


She brought both her hands up and made a rectangle shape with her fingers to use as a camera.


“I want a shot like this though. Moonlit Tara. Hitting your face,” she said, letting her ‘camera’ slowly pan down Tara’s face, “Then if it was okay with you, your back…stretched out…your muscles rippling…”


She paused and noticed Tara giving her a curious look, then blushed.


“When we were…I caught a glimpse…it was so sexy.”


Tara’s cheeks tinged too but she seemed pleased to be described as such.


“My back would be okay,” she replied shyly, “Just as long as my butt was covered up.”


Willow bounced up giddily at the thought of having Tara really model for her like that and dropped a warm kiss on her lips.


“No one is seeing your butt but me,” she said with a definitive nod of her head, then giggled, “Butt but me.”


Tara giggled too and kissed Willow’s nose affectionately.


“You’re silly.”


“You love me,” Willow countered, flashing a smile.


“I love you,” Tara confirmed, then her lips quirked up on one side with a grin, “No if’s, ands, or butts about it!”

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“Tara?”


“Uh huh?” Tara asked without looking up from where she was fixing her shirt in the mirror.


When she received no response, she looked over to where Willow’s voice was coming from the bathroom, her head poked out the door.


“Are you okay sweetie?”


Willow was blushing and Tara guessed doing an awkward shuffle behind the door based on the repeated sound of footsteps.


“Do you have a, um, tampon? Or a pad, anything.”


Tara nodded and quickly went to the stash of tampons in the drawer of her desk. She picked one from the box and brought it over to Willow, who took it with a grateful smile, then closed the door again.


She appeared out a few minutes later, smiling sheepishly.


“Sorry. I’m normally on top of it, but it showed up a few days early.”


Tara looked up and smiled from where she was pulling some boots on.


“Funny, I was late and just started this morning too.”


Willow thought about that for a moment.


“Do you think our cycles synced up?”


Tara’s brow creased as she tied the laces.


“What do you mean?”


“Well, there’s this theory out there that women who lived close together, their cycles would sync up,” Willow explained, giving a soft shrug, “It’s never been definitively proven or anything, but it’s an idea. Seems to fit.”


“Did your cycle sync with Becky’s?” Tara enquired, the first she’d ever heard of such a phenomenon.


“No,” Willow shook her head, then grinned, “But I spend at least 8 extra hours with you a night a lot closer than I ever did with Becky.”


Tara smiled back but Willow’s faltered.


“This means we’re going to be cranky together.”


“I don’t get too cranky normally,” Tara replied, standing up.


“Of course you don’t, you’re an angel,” Willow replied, taking a gentle hold of her waist, “I make no promises, but I’ll try and be good.”


“I don’t mind a little crank,” Tara said lovingly, letting her hands rest on Willow’s shoulders, “Maybe one of my tummy rubs might even help.”


Willow’s eyes shone with hopefulness.


“Can I have one right now? I get the worst cramps.”


“Of course you can, sweetie,” Tara replied, pulling her close, “C’mere.”


They lay down on the bed together and Tara let her front curl around Willow’s back as her hand slipped beneath her girlfriend’s shirt and started to rub gently.


“What time’s your class?” she enquired, leaving a small kiss behind Willow’s ear.


“Eleven,” Willow answered, closing her eyes and sighing happily.


Tara glanced at the alarm clock and saw she still had a few minutes.


“I have to start at nine.”


Willow started to pout.


“Will you be gone all day?”


“I finish at one,” Tara replied with a soft shake of her head, “And the tours don’t start until August so I’ll be free every afternoon until then.”


“I suppose I can cope,” Willow replied with a dramatic sigh, “This feels really good. Your hands just know how to touch me everywhere, don’t they?”


Tara smiled softly.


“They’re learning.”


“They just know,” Willow replied in a quiet breath, relaxing more with every gentle rub.


Tara continued to rub her palm around Willow’s stomach in soft circles and hummed quietly in her ear for a few minutes until the clock told her she needed to leave. She gently kissed Willow’s cheek.


“Sweetie, I have to go, I’m sorry.”


She waited a moment but when Willow didn’t respond, peered over and saw her girlfriend had fallen asleep. She gently extracted herself and covered Willow with the blanket, then set the alarm so she wouldn’t miss her class.


She gathered her things in her satchel, then quickly scribbled a note for Willow and left it on the nightstand with a kiss to her forehead.


They say break a leg for actors, what do they say for photographers? Break a shutter-button finger? I know you’re nervous about messing up, so I’ll say don’t break anything. You’ll do great, I know you will.

Love you lots,

T x

[BuffyFan4ever]

DIBS!!!!! I did not expect to make it. I had job training til 1 so I knew I'd be late. YAY!!!!

Welcome back! Great chapter.

“This is how Sunday’s are meant to be.”

Staying inside in pajamas (if any ) while watching old cartoons is how every day is supposed to be.

Loved the impromptu poetry. My poetry would make Willow's seem like Shakespeare.

They say break a leg for actors, what do they say for photographers?

For those of you who didn't know: In Shakespeare's time the audience would be right in front of the stage. An actors goal was to be so convincing and mesmerizing that the audience drooled and the actor risked falling and breaking his leg. I am now trying to relate that to photography.

Can't wait for more.

[Finey_McFine]

In photography they say, "Be careful not to break a leg...or your skull!"


Very sweet chapter and a perfect Sunday in my book!

[zampsa19752001]

Yay for excellent update-y goodness... I really love their way of spending sundays... Yay for cycle synching...

[willowtaralover]

I did see Prometheus and I did enjoy it. There's nothing better than a good monster horror to cheer up a wet summer I say

caught site of the back of Willow’s head, where she was sitting cross-legged on the floor, snuggled up to a blanket and watching Sylvester chase Tweety across the screen.

This is one of the primary reasons I love Willow so much, the big kid who still enjoys watching cartoons of a morning. That and the fact that she is a hottie .

She watched as Tara crawled over to the mini-fridge, appreciating the way her butt wiggled as she did so.

Hmmm Tara's wiggly butt

Willow nodded eagerly and got the blanket ready for Tara to slip back under, then pecked her cheek as she got comfortable.

“I love you, Tara.”

Awww, Willow and Tara cuteness-the finest cuteness in all the world or your money back lol.

“I just like being able to see the full moon.”

Is this another reference to Tara's fantastic butt. Hmmm Tara's butt (again)

More Willow/Tara lovliness with the girls making up their own love poems to each other.

Tara sat up to press their chests together.

Breasts being squeezed together (are you seeing a pattern here *smirk*)

Poor Tara, thinking she looks chunky instead of the divine, angelic goddess that she really is. At least Willow is there to reassure her and let her know how beautiful she is.

“I suppose I can cope,” Willow replied with a dramatic sigh, “This feels really good. Your hands just know how to touch me everywhere, don’t they?”

Hmm TaraHands.

LIke the little note that Tara leaves for Willow before she goes to work at the admin office. It's very sweet and very Tara, with maybe a hint of Willow rubbing off on her, shutter-button finger anyone.

[Wills redemption]

Sorry I didn't have time to comment on the last chapters. They were all as wonderful and sweet as always.

Oh, I have to tell you that I was in Paris for a few days until New Year and pretty often thoughts of Tara's and Will's honeymoon over there popped into my head. Wonderful city, I just have to revisit for a longer time than 4 days.

Back to your story, the cliffhanger with the anaphalectic shock was quite dramatic, I'm glad that everything turned out well. I really felt for Tara and Willow who suffered nearly as much. Learning more detailed what Tara's dad did to her broke my heart, and reading Willow's strong reaction to it and Tara's instinctive attempts to console Willow melted the parts (this sounds pretty dumb and proves that I'm no writer).
This sentence touched me the most:

“My hands truly healed the first time I touched you.”

The last chapter was lighter and cheered me up. Yay for Willow telling Tara how beautiful, angelic etc. she looks when she feels insecure about a little gained weight. And the tummy rubs turn out to be the cure for almost everything.

Now I just hope that Willow's class will turn out well and she won't have to attend it together with Mia who tries to cause trouble by ridiculing her or something...
Can't wait for the next update (you really have me addicted, but this is an addiction I can totally live with, LOL)

[Missocki]

Adorable!
Tara leaving the note, so cute. Willow is out of control in the bet way possible.

[taralicious]

where she was sitting cross-legged on the floor, snuggled up to a blanket and watching Sylvester chase Tweety across the screen.

Looney Tunes are my security blanket as well. I own the six volumes of DVD box sets of Looney Tunes Golden Collections that Warner Brother released in their uncut form.
I, at 45, find myself rewatching old favorites with a cup of hot cocoa and my cat.(Midnight, not Sylvester although she is black and white and likes watching birds outside.)

“I love Porky Pig.”

I love Wile. E. Coyote and the Roadrunner myself and anything directed by Chuck Jones.

“Be vewy vewy quiet… I'm hunting bweakfast!”

He doesn't have to shoot you now; keep out of this. I say he does have to shoot me now so shoot me now!

“I’d love to read with you. I always hated people reading over my shoulder, but it sounds fun with you. Maybe a book of poems or something.”

A girlfriend in your lap while you read to them and they listening and purring contently responding to the erotic and stirring imagery is a consummation devoutly to be wished.

“I just like being able to see the full moon.”

Tara's naked ass before Willow is a sight to behold on any evening.

“I wish I could write words like that to tell you how I feel.”

That was the most rewarding part of writing my novel was i got to have my hero tell my heroine what he felt and i poured my heart into those words of endearment in a way denied me in real life.

“All these poems are stirring some…romantic feelings in me.”

So that's what they are calling it these days, huh?

“The kind that makes me want to be inside you.”

As to the carnal raw feral unbridled sex scene that follows, i have to say i really missed this when you were gone.

She stopped for a moment to appreciate Tara’s beauty,

An act that I never go a day without giving thanks to and I still have all the photos of Willow and Tara adorning the walls of my bedroom.
All the Amber photos were my inspiration i drew from to create my heroine.

“I know I look a little chunky–”

Rubbish. Tara is the ideal body type and would have been in great demand as a model for the painter Peter Paul Rubens as his curvaceous zaftig women spawned their own adjective Rubenesque.
http://www.uffizi.org/artworks/venus-of-urbino-by-titian/
This is actually a painting by Titian but the body type is the same.
Tara will be the inspiring muse for Willow as the camera loves her.

[Laragh]

BuffyFan4ever –

DIBS!!!!! I did not expect to make it. I had job training til 1 so I knew I'd be late. YAY!!!!

Well done!

Welcome back! Great chapter.

Thanks!

Staying inside in pajamas (if any ) while watching old cartoons is how every day is supposed to be.

Have to agree there!

Loved the impromptu poetry. My poetry would make Willow's seem like Shakespeare.

Oh trust me, mine too.

For those of you who didn't know: In Shakespeare's time the audience would be right in front of the stage. An actors goal was to be so convincing and mesmerizing that the audience drooled and the actor risked falling and breaking his leg. I am now trying to relate that to photography.

Interesting!

Thanks for commenting!

Finey_McFine –

In photography they say, "Be careful not to break a leg...or your skull!"

Ha! Thanks for the info

zampsa19752001 –

I really love their way of spending sundays... Yay for cycle synching...

Glad you enjoyed it!

Thanks for your comment!

willowtaralover –

I did see Prometheus and I did enjoy it. There's nothing better than a good monster horror to cheer up a wet summer I say

I can agree with you there!

This is one of the primary reasons I love Willow so much, the big kid who still enjoys watching cartoons of a morning. That and the fact that she is a hottie .

She is totally a big kid, you along with Tara love her for it

Hmmm Tara's wiggly butt

Um, yes

Awww, Willow and Tara cuteness-the finest cuteness in all the world or your money back lol.

We'd be millionaires!

Is this another reference to Tara's fantastic butt. Hmmm Tara's butt (again)

Lol. If you look hard enough, everything is a reference to Tara's butt.

More Willow/Tara lovliness with the girls making up their own love poems to each other.

They're sweet like that

Breasts being squeezed together (are you seeing a pattern here *smirk*)

Just a slight one

Poor Tara, thinking she looks chunky instead of the divine, angelic goddess that she really is. At least Willow is there to reassure her and let her know how beautiful she is.

That she is!

Hmm TaraHands.

The best kind!

LIke the little note that Tara leaves for Willow before she goes to work at the admin office. It's very sweet and very Tara, with maybe a hint of Willow rubbing off on her, shutter-button finger anyone.

Haha, maybe!

Thanks for commenting!

Wills redemption –

Sorry I didn't have time to comment on the last chapters. They were all as wonderful and sweet as always.

Thanks you

Oh, I have to tell you that I was in Paris for a few days until New Year and pretty often thoughts of Tara's and Will's honeymoon over there popped into my head. Wonderful city, I just have to revisit for a longer time than 4 days.

You know I've never actually been. I do want to go someday though!

Back to your story, the cliffhanger with the anaphalectic shock was quite dramatic, I'm glad that everything turned out well. I really felt for Tara and Willow who suffered nearly as much. Learning more detailed what Tara's dad did to her broke my heart, and reading Willow's strong reaction to it and Tara's instinctive attempts to console Willow melted the parts (this sounds pretty dumb and proves that I'm no writer).

I felt dramatic writing it! I always knew there would be a tidbit where Willow kissing Tara caused an allergic reaction because it was mentioned in Family but I didn't know 'til I started writing that it would be quite so high drama!

The last chapter was lighter and cheered me up. Yay for Willow telling Tara how beautiful, angelic etc. she looks when she feels insecure about a little gained weight. And the tummy rubs turn out to be the cure for almost everything.

Those are definitely the light and fluffy things I prefer to sink my teeth into!

Now I just hope that Willow's class will turn out well and she won't have to attend it together with Mia who tries to cause trouble by ridiculing her or something...

Mia's gone home for summer I think, but we haven't seen the last of her yet

Thanks for your feedback!

Missocki-

Adorable!
Tara leaving the note, so cute. Willow is out of control in the bet way possible.

Glad you enjoyed it and I agree!

Thanks for commenting

taralicious –

Looney Tunes are my security blanket as well. I own the six volumes of DVD box sets of Looney Tunes Golden Collections that Warner Brother released in their uncut form.
I, at 45, find myself rewatching old favorites with a cup of hot cocoa and my cat.(Midnight, not Sylvester although she is black and white and likes watching birds outside.)

That sounds pretty darn awesome!

I love Wile. E. Coyote and the Roadrunner myself and anything directed by Chuck Jones.

Solid choices.

He doesn't have to shoot you now; keep out of this. I say he does have to shoot me now so shoot me now!

A girlfriend in your lap while you read to them and they listening and purring contently responding to the erotic and stirring imagery is a consummation devoutly to be wished.

It's amazing how much more intriguing things become when they involve snuggling.

Tara's naked ass before Willow is a sight to behold on any evening.

Nice.

That was the most rewarding part of writing my novel was i got to have my hero tell my heroine what he felt and i poured my heart into those words of endearment in a way denied me in real life.

I know that feeling.

So that's what they are calling it these days, huh?

Some of 'em!

As to the carnal raw feral unbridled sex scene that follows, i have to say i really missed this when you were gone.

Happy to be back!

An act that I never go a day without giving thanks to and I still have all the photos of Willow and Tara adorning the walls of my bedroom.
All the Amber photos were my inspiration i drew from to create my heroine.

As do I!

Rubbish. Tara is the ideal body type and would have been in great demand as a model for the painter Peter Paul Rubens as his curvaceous zaftig women spawned their own adjective Rubenesque.

This is actually a painting by Titian but the body type is the same.
Tara will be the inspiring muse for Willow as the camera loves her.

Much agreement here!

Thanks for commenting!

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[Laragh]

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TITLE: College 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: The first part of the prequel to Hacker Confidential and Family Confidential - the college years!

SPOILERS: Perhaps minor references to the show or stealage of dialogue, but nothing that would spoil the series.

FEEDBACK: Yes please

Chapter 27

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Willow loitered outside the classroom where her first photography class was due to start in just a matter of minutes.


Her stomach had turned from cramps to butterflies after waking up from her mid-morning nap, as it always did when she had a new class to start and no idea how it would go.


She had Tara’s note folded up in her pocket. The thought of having Tara’s reassurance and belief in her close by comforted her and made it easier to walk through the doors to the room full of strangers.


“What class did you flunk?”


Willow jumped back in fright at the sound of a female someone talking to her as she entered.


“Sorry?”


“What class did you flunk that made you stay here over summer?” the girl, with long blonde hair flowing down her back and a nail file in her hands, asked, “Mine was Political Science. I mean, who cares about the rise and fall of the Roman Empire, really, it was like, at least a hundred years ago. Thank god I can fill up my other credits with micky mouse classes like this.”


“A thousand years ago, and it was pretty important actually,” Willow replied, only to get a blank look, “Um, I didn’t flunk anything. I wanted to stay on campus so I signed up for a class.”


The girl quirked an eyebrow at her, then rolled her eyes and resumed filing her nails. Willow quickly moved on.


Well there’s one friend already. Not.


She found a chair in the corner and sat down, but quickly jumped up when the professor waltzed in, a tall woman with frizzy brown hair and thick glasses, carrying a large box which she left on the desk at the front.


“Everybody take a camera.”


Never one to disobey an order from a teacher, Willow went over and chose one of the cameras. She signed her name beside the number on the sign-out sheet and went back to her seat.


When everyone had taken one, the professor took her personal camera from a bag on the floor.


“Your camera is your baby. Treat it with respect. Through your lens you’ll learn a whole new focus on life.”


Willow held the eyeviewer up to her eye, but everything through it looked almost the same, if a little distorted. She listened diligently as all the functions were explained, then they were paired up to work on some basic portrait shots.


“Lucas, with Willow please.”


Willow looked up to see a sandy-haired man approach her with a warm smile. She shook his hand.


“Hi Lucas, I’m Willow.”


She didn’t notice the appreciative once-over he gave her, too eager to get on with taking her first ‘official’ photograph.


“So will I go first?”


He nodded.


“Sure. Make sure you get my good side.”


Willow smiled and held the camera up again. She experimented with a step forward and a step back and tilting her head back until she found an angle she thought was nice and snapped it.


She then let the camera hang around her neck and smiled awkwardly while Lucas took the picture of her. Their professor made her way around the room to them to review everyone’s photo.


“Nice,” she said with a smile to Willow, “Don’t be afraid to get down and dirty to get your shot.”


Lucas smirked over at Willow as the professor moved off.


“Sounds like we have to get down and dirty.”


“The floor looks pretty clean,” Willow replied obliviously, sitting down on it and leaned back to get a long shot of Lucas’s torso and face, “That looks good.”


Lucas misinterpreted that as a compliment on himself and smiled smugly.


The professor announced the end of class just a minute later, then started to scribble on the white board.


“Assignment for Thursday: Nature.”


Willow started to pack her camera away, but Lucas hovered near.


“Hey, you want to work on that assignment together?” he asked, his tone heavy with flirtation, “We can get…au natural.”


“Okay,” Willow shrugged, figuring it might be easier to understand the assignment with someone else, “I’m free this afternoon.”


Lucas’s face lit up like a child on Christmas morning.


“Awesome,” he replied, folding his arms gently across his chest, “We must be in the same residence building, I’m 317.”


“Um, okay,” Willow replied, gathering her things, “I could call up at like two?”


“I will be there,” Lucas replied, then leaned down closer, “And I’ve got protection.”


Willow was confused.


“Like a raincoat?” she asked, wondering if Lucas had gotten caught in an earlier rain-shower she’d managed to avoid.


Lucas slowly smiled.


“Yeah, I have a raincoat. I have a few.”


Willow nodded.


“Well, I have my own so I’ll bring it.”


“I like that in a girl,” Lucas replied, another smirk playing on his lips.


“Right, okay. Well, I’ll see you then,” Willow said, thinking he was acting a little odd and wondered if he was maybe too pumped up on caffeine.


She made sure her camera and things were secure, then offered Lucas a wave before approaching the professor.


“Hi, I have a question about the assignment,” she said with a friendly smile, “Do you just want any shot of something in nature?”


The professor looked up and regarded her for a moment, then finally smiled.


“I want you to find nature and preserve a moment of it. Your interpretation is as much a part of the process as clicking the button.”


That made things no clearer in Willow’s mind, but she didn’t want to be whiny on her first day.


“Right. Sure. Um, thanks!”


She had intended on going back to their dorm, but instead found herself at the admin building where Tara was working.


A quick glance down at her watch told her Tara should hopefully be close to ending her shift, so she chanced going inside to find her.


She was barely inside the door when she heard the loud shrill of one of the other women working there.


“Are you sure I can’t convince you Tara? He makes a very good salary you know, owns his own car.”


“I’m sure he’s very nice,” Tara agreed tactfully, keeping her head buried in a file.


The woman addressing her, one of three middle-aged women working in the office apart from Tara, just continued speaking.


“If you’re worried all he does is work, he comes home to his mother every Friday night, he’s a good boy.”


Tara’s cheeks were starting to flush.


“I…”


“Leave the poor girl alone,” one of the other women said, shooting Tara an understanding look.


The first woman held her hands up defensively.


“She said she doesn’t have a boyfriend, I have a very available son!”


“Maybe she’s seeing a boy casually,” the third lady spoke up, trying to be helpful, “Or maybe she likes being single.”


Tara closed the file she’d been sorting and held it against her chest.


“I have a girlfriend.”


She smiled shyly, then quickly disappeared into the filing room in the back. The three women all exchanged a look for the moment, then the original interrogator just smiled.


“These girls, so modern.”


Willow arrived to the main desk from the hallway and offered a smile.


“Hi.”


The woman at the helm looked to her.


“Do you need a class application form?”


“No, I’m already a student,” Willow shook her head and shrugged her bag on her shoulder, “I’m here for Tara.”


Yet another look was exchanged between the three.


“Tara…there’s a very pretty young lady here to see you.”


Tara came out from the filing room and had a smile that lit up the room when she saw Willow.


“Hi.”


“Hi,” Willow greeted with a wave, feeling awkward under the scrutiny of the other women, “My class was over and you said you finished up at one.”


Tara looked down at the two folders left for her to organise.


“I just have some filing to finish.”


“Tara, go, go, I’ll look after that,” the first woman offered, “Are you going to introduce us to your friend here?”


Tara smiled gratefully and gestured around.


“Willow, this is Judy, Annette and Sharon,” she said, then looked over to Willow adoringly, “This is my girlfriend, Willow Rosenberg.”


“She’s Jewish, I approve,” Judy, easily the most talkative of all three, replied, then fixed her sights on Willow, “Do I know your father?”


“I’m from California,” Willow answered, though Judy seemed the kind of woman that knew everyone and anyone.


“Do you know anyone I could introduce to my Joel?” she asked Willow, tone as hopeful as ever.


Willow looked to Tara for help, but she was just as blank.


“Um…I…we don’t know many people.”


“He needs to find a girl,” Judy said with a long sigh, “I keep telling him, he makes me a grandmother and I won’t have time to nag him!”


Willow hid a smile, but Tara caught it and had to look away to keep from giggling. Judy bemoaned her lack of grandchildren and a daughter-in-law for another minute before patting Tara on the back.


“Okay, Tara, you go have a good day now.”


“Thank you,” Tara replied and got her satchel from the corner, then walked around to Willow and took her hand.


“Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do,” Judy called after them as they left, then lowered her voice but could still easily be heard, “Oh they must do a lot of things I wouldn’t do.”


Tara’s cheeks flushed as they walked out onto the campus and she shot a look at Willow.


“Don’t.”


“I didn’t say a word,” Willow replied, grinning.


“You were thinking it,” Tara countered.


Willow smiled over.


“What was I thinking?”


“Nattering mothers’ knitting circle,” Tara replied reluctantly.


Willow laughed loudly.


“All they needed was the yarn.”


Tara rolled her eyes good-naturedly, then smiled.


“How was your class?”


“Fun, I think,” Willow replied, thinking it over, “Yeah, I had fun once I figured out the camera. And the teacher said I did good. Well, I mean, she said I did well.S”


“I told you,” Tara said, pecking Willow’s cheek proudly, “Do you want to get some lunch?”


“Uh huh,” Willow nodded, “Then I have to go see my assignment-partner to work on our homework.”


“What’s your assignment?” Tara asked curiously.


Willow gestured around them.


“Nature.”


“That’s interesting,” Tara replied encouragingly.


“Interesting? Try vague,” Willow said, shaking her head, “I tried to ask for more specific guidelines but apparently my ‘interpretation’ is part of the ‘process’. So I guess I just photograph some leaves and I’m done.”


Tara shrugged one shoulder.


“I guess.”


Willow looked over to her.


“Do you think different?”


“Well, it doesn’t matter what I think…it’s what you think that’s important,” Tara replied tactfully.


Willow considered that a moment, then sighed.


“You’re worse than my teacher, you know that?”


Tara just smiled.


“I said I’ll do whatever I can to help, I meant it.”


“Yeah I know, you’re the best,” Willow replied warmly, “Thank you for your note.”


“You’re welcome,” Tara replied with just as much affection, “So tell me about your class.”


Willow filled Tara in on what happened during her class as they approached the cafeteria and got their lunch. They chatted about Willow’s assignment and the interrogation Tara had faced with her co-workers as they ate, then began to stroll back to their dorm when finished.


Willow cast a wary look towards the sky as she noticed the clouds start to clump together and grey over.


“I think it’s about to–” she started to say, but was promptly cut off as the skies opened and a downpour of rain started.


She quickly unzipped her sweatshirt and held it over their heads as they ran the rest of the way back to their building and into the dorm.


“God, I hate the rain,” Willow said, once inside, as she shook her sweatshirt free of the rainwater, “I said I’d meet that Lucas guy at two, but I don’t know whether there’s any point now.”


Tara stepped out of the line of fire from the flying water drops and sat on the bed to remove her shoes and socks.


“Why don’t you call first and see what he thinks? Do you know his room number?”


Willow nodded and went over to the phone, twirling the cord between her fingers as she dialled the extension.


“Hi, this is Willow…from photography class. Um, do you still want to meet up?”


She listened for a moment before replying.


“Okay, well I’ll come up now then…but I’m really wet.”


She listened again, then gave the phone a strange look.


“Well, um, okay, bye.”


She hung up and sat down beside Tara.


“This guy is a little weird,” she said, brow creasing, “He wanted to share a raincoat earlier and now I guess he’s offering me a towel or something but he said he could fix me being wet.”


“Maybe he’s just trying to be friendly,” Tara replied helpfully.


“Yeah, I guess that’s true,” Willow replied with a soft shrug, then quickly kissed Tara’s cheek, “Bye honey. I want a really big snuggle when I come back.”


“The biggest,” Tara promised.


Willow smiled happily and got up to get her rain jacket from the closet and camera bag before leaving to go up to the third floor. She found 317 and knocked, then waited for it to open but instead just heard a voice call out.


“Come in.”


She put her hand on the doorknob and opened it into the obviously just-tidied room. The neatness was the last thing she noticed however, as Lucas was standing on the other side of the room, completely nude, with his hands behind his head so he could puff out his chest and another, lower, part of himself.


Willow stared in abject horror, which Lucas mistook as scorn for how he presented himself.


“The pose was stupid, wasn’t it?” he asked, dropping his hands, “If you come in again, I’ll just stand here or lie on the bed or something.”


Willow’s mouth was hanging open in shock, but she finally snapped to attention. Her hand flew to her eyes and she spun away from him.


“What, why, what!” she stammered, her other hand gesticulating wildly, “WHY ARE YOU NAKED?!”


“Uh, for sex?” Lucas asked dumbly, “Do you like to undress dudes or something? I'm sorry, did you want a date first? I thought we were doing the no-strings thing.”


Willow started to fumble over her words again.


“I am not having sex with you!”


Lucas looked at a loss and brought his hands down to cover a sensitive exposed area.


“Uh, we arranged a hook-up, right? You said you'd come right up to my room. The naked thing was stupid, I can be smoother.”


“We arranged to do homework!” Willow replied indignantly, back still turned, “I’m GAY! I have a GIRLFRIEND!”


Lucas’s eyes went wide and he grabbed a pillow from the bed to cover himself completely.


“Hey, hey, I’m sorry, I’m so sorry…this is just a huge misunderstanding…I thought we were on the same page, getting natural,” he said, rambling as much as Willow now, “I mentioned protection.”


“I thought you meant a real raincoat!” Willow argued, feeling completely stupid, “For the rain!”


Lucas had turned a bright shade of red.


“Is there any way we can pretend this didn’t happen?” he asked, not wanting any of his friends, or anyone period, to hear about this, “Forget what you saw?”


“Gladly,” Willow all but spat, shuddering at the image burned into her brain, “We can do our assignments by ourselves. And we can avoid each other in class.”


Lucas nodded in agreement, though it was hidden to Willow.


“I’m sorry.”


“Yeah, me too,” Willow spat, making a beeline for the door, “Uh, bye.”


She slammed the door closed behind her, then scarpered downstairs and ran back into her dorm, where she started to rub her eyes.


“Did you forget something?” Tara asked, looking up from where she was reading on the bed.


Willow’s hands went to her cheeks, which were flushing in embarrassment.


“My common sense, my mind, and a barf bag.”


Tara looked confused.


“You lost me.”


“He didn’t want to do our assignment,” Willow replied, scuffing her show, “At least not clothed.”


“What?!” Tara almost yelled, jumping up.


“It was a huge misunderstanding and I was a total idiot and god, why am I so stupid?” Willow started to babble, slapping her cheeks lightly, “How can I be acing my way through a psychology degree and still not pick up on things that are so completely OBVIOUS.”


Tara could see Willow was distressed, so went over to offer some comfort in the form of a shoulder rub.


“Tell me what happened.”


She brought Willow over to sit on the bed and continued to lightly massage her as she relayed what had happened.


“I’m so dumb,” Willow finished, holding her head in her hands again, “I’m so frickin’ dumb.”


“It was a misunderstanding,” Tara reassured, kissing the back of her ear, “It’s okay, sweetie.”


“It could have been really bad,” Willow replied, her eyes filling with unshed tears, “He was just as embarrassed as I was, but another guy and it could have been a different scenario. First letting Becky get me drunk and being too fucking stupid to even realise and, and the stupid pizza guy and now this.”


“You’re not stupid honey,” Tara replied, nuzzling into Willow’s neck, “Cut yourself some slack and in the future just make sure you’re clear.”


Willow sniffled.


“I’m gay and taken.”


“Very,” Tara replied, taking Willow’s hand over her waist.


“Very gay or very taken?” Willow questioned.


“Both,” Tara replied, and saw the corner of Willow’s mouth turn into a smile, “I can’t believe you saw his–”


“Don’t,” Willow cut her off, shaking her hands in front of her, “I need to erase it, quick. Brain bleach. Sulfuric acid, anything.”


Tara turned Willow over so they were facing each other and left a soft, lingering kiss on her lips.


“That works,” Willow whispered, much more pleasant images dancing through her mind, “Thanks, Tara.”


“Any time,” Tara replied and bumped their noses together.


Willow let her hand cup Tara’s cheek, content to forget about everything with Lucas, or at least put it out of her mind for now.


“I disturbed you from your book.”


“I was just reading our book of poems again. I found a verse that reminded me of you,” Tara replied, reaching over to open a doggy-eared page, “Some say the world will end in fire, some say in ice. From what I've tasted of desire, I hold with those who favour fire.”


“That’s a little dirty, Ms. Maclay,” Willow giggled, cuddling into Tara’s side as she started to hum, then sing, “I don't want to set the world on fire, I just want to start a flame in your heart…”


She trailed off, embarrassed that she’d attempted to sing at all.


“Um, The Ink Spots,” she said clearing her throat and toying idly with the cuff of her shirt, “Old band, probably don’t know ‘em.”


Tara smiled softly.


“I think my mom used to listen to them.”


Willow smiled too and squeezed Tara’s knee.


“Anyway, I don’t want to end the world…not as long as you’re around. I don’t know what I’d do without you.”


Tara let her fingertips dance along Willow’s arm.


“I don’t plan on letting you find out.”


“Good,” Willow replied and kicked her shoes off to play footsie with Tara at the end of the bed.


They read together for the next little while until the post-rain sun streamed in through the window. Willow looked out and thought she saw the shimmering of a rainbow.


“I think I’ll go try and get my assignment done, then I don’t have to worry about it.”


“Okay,” Tara replied with a smile as Willow got up to get her shoes back on, “Remember, you’re not looking at nature, you’re looking for nature.”


That was as confusing to Willow as her professor’s words, but she wasn’t going to argue.


“For nature,” she repeated, getting her camera ready, then blew Tara a kiss, “Bye.”


Tara caught it and waved Willow off, then decided to get her sketch book out and her favourite pencil and started to draw. She drew a few doodles first; Willow’s face in a sunflower, just their hands intertwined, then a side-profile portrait of their noses touching, before getting down to a more concentrated effort and sketched Willow in her new capacity of photographer.


She finished her outline and shaded it in, then got her coloured pencils to give Willow’s eyes and hair some vibrancy. Her green pencil moved back and forth on the page in gentle strokes until the door flung open and she was met with the bright eyes she was trying so hard to imitate.


“I got my photo, I got my photo!”


Tara left her drawing down and smiled.


“Well done!”


“Look, look!” Willow said, bouncing over, camera ready to show her.


Tara took the camera and looked at the preview pane, a close-up of some colourful leaves with the sun shining down on them and some dew leftover from the rain.


“That’s very pretty.”


Willow was bouncing on the balls of her feet, clearly eager about the shot.


“They’re leaves! But they’re not just leaves! They’re leaves on this tree…this tree that’s helping us all live by photosynthesising and producing oxygen…leaves that are absorbing the sun’s energy and moderating the climate…they’re absorbing rainwater and stopping flooding…that drop, that little drop right there in the corner leaf, that’s coming from the water cycle, one of the most complex and simple systems that's evolved because we need it to survive and that droplet isn’t gone when it falls off, it’s just starting the process all over again…that acorn was probably dropped there by an animal who was passing by, dispersing all these seeds…this is how the whole world grew, through life and instinct and nature and yes, science, lots of science, but how great is that?” she rambled on, her demeanour similar to someone who’d just discovered the cure for cancer, “Sorry, I just…I knew all this stuff intellectually…and then just looking, really looking at those leaves…I saw it for the first time, you know?”


Tara smiled warmly.


“It’s a wonderful photo.”


Willow suddenly dropped to her knees and took Tara’s hands.


“It’s you,” she said, looking at her girlfriend with absolute wonder, “You’re the one who makes me see this stuff. The sun in the sky and the leaves on the trees and everything that’s real. You’re everything that’s real to me.”


Tara looked touched.


“You’re very sweet.”


Willow shook her head, like Tara wasn’t getting the full extent of the epiphany she’d had.


“I mean it, I had no idea what you meant. Looking for nature, not at nature? I didn’t get the difference,” she said, sitting up to take Tara’s hands closer, “But now I do. And you didn’t even have to do anything, you just plant this…feeling inside me, to look at things in this new perspective and it’s wonderful…you’re wonderful, you make my world wonderful.”


Tara was at a loss for words, but Willow was still speaking enough of them both, completely overwhelmed with the joy of discovery.


“You know how I know you’re the one?” she asked, her hands moving to touch Tara’s face as if to confirm she was real, “Because you inspire me more than anything or anyone ever has or could.”


Tara nuzzled into Willow’s hand.


“You do that for me too.”


Willow gave a small smile, but it wasn’t filled with confidence.


“The only thing I inspire is stupidity.”


Tara quickly shook her head and was about to voice her disagreement, but instead paused for a moment. She glanced at her sketchbook at the end of the bed and considered it for a moment before finally reaching down to get it, flipping the top to show Willow.


Willow regarded the first drawing she saw, awed by Tara’s skills but confused as to why she was showing her but then suddenly realised what she was looking at.


“Is this me?” she asked, eyes burning into the pages as she looked through, “A-are these all me?”


Tara nodded shyly and watched as Willow looked through all her different sketches in amazement.


“I-I never thought someone could see me like this.”


Tara covered Willow’s hand gently and affectionately stroked her wrist.


“I never thought I could feel what I feel for you.”


Willow turned her head to Tara and looked at her adoringly.


“You’re the best thing that ever happened to me,” she said, leaving a long kiss against her cheek, “You really are. I love you right down to every last hair follicle.”


Tara smiled affectionately.


“And I love you right down to every last freckle.”


“Hey, I’m not the only freckled one here,” Willow replied defiantly, “You’ve got a few too.”


“Where?” Tara asked, unaware of ever seeing more than the odd mark on her arm.


“On your butt!” Willow exclaimed, then giggled, “They all clump together, kinda look like a butterfly. Hey maybe I could get a shot of a butterfly. Now there’s an amazing creature, how they just cocoon themselves and…”


Tara listened as Willow waxed lyrical about her newfound love for butterflies and all things nature, ever content to hear all she had to say.


“I’m a dork, right?” Willow finished a while later, red-faced just from the exertion of talking.


Tara kissed Willow’s flaming cheeks.


“Yes. But you’re my dork. And I wouldn’t change you for anything.”

[BuffyFan4ever]

Dibs YAY!

Great chapter.

Well there’s one friend already. Not.

I don't think a summer 'easy A' class is the right place for Willow to find friends anyway.

Lucas is a pig. Although to be fair, the phrases 'au natural' and 'protection' are pretty obvious clues. He just didn't didn't count on Willow being so innocent and school-oriented.

at the 'Nattering mothers’ knitting circle.'

She put her hand on the doorknob and opened it into the obviously just-tidied room. The neatness was the last thing she noticed however, as Lucas was standing on the other side of the room, completely nude, with his hands behind his head so he could puff out his chest and another, lower, part of himself.

He's been watching too much How I Met My Mother. Next two times should work though.

“He was just as embarrassed as I was, but another guy and it could have been a different scenario.

Willow's got a point. Someone like Puck (from Glee) would make lots of rude comments or worse. Lucas was more like Finn: a complete idiot, but overall probably an ok guy considering.

“Some say the world will end in fire, some say in ice."

I love this poem. I always relate it to the balance between order and chaos. Too much chaos (fire) would make the world 'burn' out of control and be destroyed. Too much order (ice) stop creativity and progress and the world would 'freeze' and become stagnate. For example: Jasmine in Angel S4 and the Avatars in Charmed S7.

“Yes. But you’re my dork. And I wouldn’t change you for anything.”

Awww

Can't wait for more.

[zampsa19752001]

Yay for great update-y goodness... An apperance of yet another brains-in-the-pants-dude... Big yay for Tara "teaching" Willow the difference between looking at nature and looking for nature...

[Missocki]

Dear lord! How did willow NOT firgure out what that guy was implying. How embarrassing!
But the W/T lovey dovey at the end more than made up for it.

[love_2003]

I love how the ladies in the office seemed a little shocked to find out that Tara has a girlfriend, but once they found out that Willow is Jewish, they were ok with it. Once Lucas made the comment of "au natural", I would have caught on to what he was implying. Willow's dorky side is what makes her that much more lovable to Tara.

[Finey_McFine]

Good Grief Willow!! Clueless much? I actually slapped my hand to my forehead when he said "au natural" and she was still like, "Okay." Durrrrrrr!!! Then when he mentioned protection and she associated it with a raincoat.....let's just say it was a good thing I wasn't eating or drinking anything. In the end, however, I did feel bad for Willow because it's obvious she has had ZERO experience with guys in general. If she even had a guy friend, she would have picked up on Lucas' asshat behavior straight away. Because let's face it, guys.........

Anyway, as always...another highly enjoyable chapter!!

[willowtaralover]

Ok, how did the girl Willow meets outside the classroom get into college????

I mean, who cares about the rise and fall of the Roman Empire, really, it was like, at least a hundred years ago.

Surely she means the events leading up to World War One????

Gotta say I'm taking a big dislike to Lucas. Whilst I can understand him giving Willow an appreciative look over he does seem pretty egotisitical and assumes a great deal about Willow. Hope she yells at him the same as she did the pizzeria guy.

“Awesome,” he replied, folding his arms gently across his chest, “We must be in the same residence building, I’m 317.”

This may sound like a bit of a nitpick but how does he know they live in the same building? He doesn't refer to it by name and he doesn't say that he's seen Willow enter or leave the building.

Love the three ladies working in admin. They make me think of little jewish mama's, not that I actually know any jewish mama's.

The scene between Willow and Lucas in his room is totally hilarious And yet another male with an over inflated ego gets a verbal ass kicking from Willow.

“Did you forget something?” Tara asked, looking up from where she was reading on the bed.

“My common sense, my mind, and a barf bag.” (again)

Tara turned Willow over so they were facing each other and left a soft, lingering kiss on her lips.

At least Tara has the perfect way to make Willow feel better after her shock.

Loved Willow's babble over the photo she took and how it made her see what she only knew as just science in a whole new light plus her realisation that it's Tara who helps her see the world from a whole new perspective.

Awww, more sweetness as the girls again declare how much they love one another and how much each one means to the other.

“I’m a dork, right?”

“Yes. But you’re my dork. And I wouldn’t change you for anything.”

Ahh , if only every kitten had a gorgeous blonde or redhead say that to them the world would be a much happier place.

[wimpy0729]

Hey Laragh! So glad to see you back and I hope you're doing well.

So yeah, I'll repeat what has already been said -- that guy is pretty much a jerk, just assuming Willow, or really most girls, would be wanting to do what he was suggesting right away. Stupid guys and their over-inflated egos.

Tara's reaction was exactly what mine would be.

“What?!” Tara almost yelled, jumping up.

But I loved how she sensed how upset Willow was and knew how to calm her down. Yes, Willow is still pretty naive, which is part of why we love her, but Tara basically told her to learn from her mistake and stop being so hard on herself.

Another wonderful moment was when Willow got excited over the photo, and how Tara influences how she sees things now. And of course, Tara's pictures of Willow. Lovely, touching moments, as usual.

[WillowFish]

That poor guy. I can totally understand how he got confused. I mean, he was being pretty obvious and adorably clueless Willow just didn't quite catch what he was throwing out there. Hopefully, he'll have a chance to redeem himself later in the story.

[Wills redemption]

Awww, Willow is just too cute for words, so innocent (at least when she's not in bed with Tara, there she's quite the vixen ). This misunderstanding was quite funny at first, but then I was wary for a minute Lucas would think she was "playing hard to get" and try to "loosen her up" with some "manly grabbing". Good thing the guy was as embarassed as Willow. I somehow guess he was pretty inexperienced himself and just hoped he would be finally "getting something".

Then I felt sorry for Willow who felt so dumb for totally misunderstanding Lucas' intentions. I'm glad that Tara instinctively knows how to make her feel better in those situations.

Willow's babbled love declarations about how Tara makes her world wonderful and insipres her were so sweet, as sweet as Tara's gesture of showing her her Willow-related art.

These two are just the cutest couple on the planet, and I love reading all these precious moments you're sharing with us!
Thank you very much for lighting up my sunday evening, Laragh!

[taralicious]

“What class did you flunk that made you stay here over summer?” the girl, with long blonde hair flowing down her back and a nail file in her hands, asked

Oh, these vacuous sorority tramps, as I refer to them as, exist in point of fact as I used to hear them in my History classes at the University of Iowa as they were Pre-Med, or Business or there to get a husband, and were miffed that they had to take Liberal Arts classes to fulfill their Gen. Ed. Requirements.

micky mouse classes like this.”

I have fantasies of Willow setting up a tripod and putting the camera on a timer as she cosplays as Ariel and Tara plays Esmeralda from The Hunchback of Notre Dame and she does a photo series of The Little Mermaid and the Gypsy Woman as a study of the Unnatural and the Natural coexisitng in Nature.

Never one to disobey an order from a teacher,

Tara as the teacher punishing Willow after school for not wearing any panties with her school uniform.

“And I’ve got protection.”

This is so the exaggerated over the top troglodyte attitude they show male co-workers acting like in the sexual harassment training videos that corporations and city governments show their employees that I can't blame Willow for being a little slow on the uptake and not putting it together that Lucas is variant of the pizza guy and thinks it's okay to treat women like this.

“Yeah, I have a raincoat. I have a few.”

I was half expecting him to tell Willow he has French Letters, shower caps, and rubber gloves in his room as well.

“These girls, so modern.”

I wonder what the Ladies Sewing Circle would have done if Tara had told them that she was once the best man at a lesbian wedding. Given them a collective conniption.

“This is my girlfriend, Willow Rosenberg.”

At least they didn't have to shamelessly make out in front of three biddies to prove that it wasn't just a phase. not that I wouldn't freely encourage any in public.

“Okay, well I’ll come up now then…but I’m really wet.”

“What, why, what!” she stammered, her other hand gesticulating wildly, “WHY ARE YOU NAKED?!”

There is a scene in the comedy/thriller movie "Foul Play" this reminds me of; Goldie Hawn is being chased by a criminal gang for reasons too convoluted to go into but she ends up hiding in a single's bar and asking Dudley Moore's character if he can take her home.
He gets the same idea that she is looking for sex as Lucas does about Willow and tells Goldie Hawn's character to make herself comfortable but she is too busy looking out the front window to see the men following her to notice that Dudley Moore's apartment is a swinging bachelor pad and he has a waterbed that folds down from the wall and mirrors on the ceiling and strobe lights and disco balls and a revolving bar and strips down to his underwear.
When Goldie Hawn turns around to look back in the apartment, her reaction to Dudley Moore is the same as Willow's to Lucas and is shocked, angry, and embarassed for him that he would take advantage of a woman who told him she was being followed.

“Um, The Ink Spots,” she said clearing her throat and toying idly with the cuff of her shirt, “Old band, probably don’t know ‘em.”

Nice shout out to one of the greatest swing era vocal groups of the 20th Century.
The guy with the really high falsetto voice and the guy with the deep booming bass voice who spoke all the lyrics did a few sides with Ella Fitzgerald as well.

“Sorry, I just…I knew all this stuff intellectually…and then just looking, really looking at those leaves…I saw it for the first time, you know?”

As Willow and Tara are one with each other, the two becoming one every experience is seen anew through the eyes of the other.

“On your butt!” Willow exclaimed, then giggled, “They all clump together, kinda look like a butterfly.

This will be the start of that private portfolio of photos that Willow does of Tara

[leos_pride]

OMG poor Willow!! I mean, you have to be pretty clueless not get what Lucas was getting at but this is Willow we are talking about

I loved this update and Willow finding her creative side with her photography. It's nice to see her step out of her brain-y box for a little while

As usual awesome update! Can't wait for the next!

~Leo

[Laragh]

BuffyFan4ever –

I don't think a summer 'easy A' class is the right place for Willow to find friends anyway.

Too true!

Lucas is a pig. Although to be fair, the phrases 'au natural' and 'protection' are pretty obvious clues. He just didn't didn't count on Willow being so innocent and school-oriented.

Pig is a bit harsh...definitely an ego there though.

at the 'Nattering mothers’ knitting circle.'

He's been watching too much How I Met My Mother. Next two times should work though.

Oh trust me, I'll be using that (or a variant of, rather) later.

Willow's got a point. Someone like Puck (from Glee) would make lots of rude comments or worse. Lucas was more like Finn: a complete idiot, but overall probably an ok guy considering.

But not as dumb as Finn. Because no one can be as dumb as Finn.

I love this poem. I always relate it to the balance between order and chaos. Too much chaos (fire) would make the world 'burn' out of control and be destroyed. Too much order (ice) stop creativity and progress and the world would 'freeze' and become stagnate. For example: Jasmine in Angel S4 and the Avatars in Charmed S7.

I like that analysis.

Awww

Much to come!

Thanks for commenting

zampsa19752001 –

An apperance of yet another brains-in-the-pants-dude...

I think there's a lot of guys and girls who think with their pants!

Big yay for Tara "teaching" Willow the difference between looking at nature and looking for nature...

It was a nice moment for them

Thanks for your comment!

Missocki –

Dear lord! How did willow NOT firgure out what that guy was implying. How embarrassing!

It's important to remember they both lived very sheltered lives pre-college. Granted, Willow should have picked up on things but she hasn't had the same 'teen' experience that most do.

But the W/T lovey dovey at the end more than made up for it.

Always to be had!

Thanks for commenting!

love_2003 –

I love how the ladies in the office seemed a little shocked to find out that Tara has a girlfriend, but once they found out that Willow is Jewish, they were ok with it.

Priorities, they got 'em!

Once Lucas made the comment of "au natural", I would have caught on to what he was implying

.

As would most people I think...unless you're Willow!

Willow's dorky side is what makes her that much more lovable to Tara.

I think Tara's fond of Willow from all sides!

Thanks for your comment

Finey_McFine –

Good Grief Willow!! Clueless much? I actually slapped my hand to my forehead when he said "au natural" and she was still like, "Okay." Durrrrrrr!!! Then when he mentioned protection and she associated it with a raincoat.....let's just say it was a good thing I wasn't eating or drinking anything. In the end, however, I did feel bad for Willow because it's obvious she has had ZERO experience with guys in general. If she even had a guy friend, she would have picked up on Lucas' asshat behavior straight away. Because let's face it, guys.........

She does become a little more savvy as time passes but she's very much in the clueless phase at the moment.

Anyway, as always...another highly enjoyable chapter!!

Thanks JMT!



willowtaralover -

Ok, how did the girl Willow meets outside the classroom get into college???? ... Surely she means the events leading up to World War One????

She's probably very good at some kind of sport.

Gotta say I'm taking a big dislike to Lucas. Whilst I can understand him giving Willow an appreciative look over he does seem pretty egotisitical and assumes a great deal about Willow. Hope she yells at him the same as she did the pizzeria guy.

I think she'll be too embarrassed to even look at him for a while!

This may sound like a bit of a nitpick but how does he know they live in the same building? He doesn't refer to it by name and he doesn't say that he's seen Willow enter or leave the building.

I refer you back to Chapter 21:

“So where do you stay? Do you get to keep your room?”


Tara nodded again.


“It’s the building they show off in the tours because it’s the newest, so they never close it. The people doing summer classes move into the other rooms.”

Love the three ladies working in admin. They make me think of little jewish mama's, not that I actually know any jewish mama's.

That's sort of who they're modeled on.

The scene between Willow and Lucas in his room is totally hilarious And yet another male with an over inflated ego gets a verbal ass kicking from Willow.

To be fair, Willow was clueless too, and he wasn't an ass once he figured out what was going on.

At least Tara has the perfect way to make Willow feel better after her shock.

That she does!

Loved Willow's babble over the photo she took and how it made her see what she only knew as just science in a whole new light plus her realisation that it's Tara who helps her see the world from a whole new perspective.

She's certainly excitable when it comes to Tara!

Awww, more sweetness as the girls again declare how much they love one another and how much each one means to the other.

That they do!

Ahh , if only every kitten had a gorgeous blonde or redhead say that to them the world would be a much happier place.

I agree!

Thanks for commenting

wimpy0729 -

Hey Laragh! So glad to see you back and I hope you're doing well.

Thank you!

So yeah, I'll repeat what has already been said -- that guy is pretty much a jerk, just assuming Willow, or really most girls, would be wanting to do what he was suggesting right away. Stupid guys and their over-inflated egos.

He definitely has an ego, no doubt about that, but I don't think he's an out-and-out dickhead.

Tara's reaction was exactly what mine would be.

“What?!” Tara almost yelled, jumping up.

Yep!

But I loved how she sensed how upset Willow was and knew how to calm her down. Yes, Willow is still pretty naive, which is part of why we love her, but Tara basically told her to learn from her mistake and stop being so hard on herself.

Which I think she does, or at least starts to, which is great.

Another wonderful moment was when Willow got excited over the photo, and how Tara influences how she sees things now. And of course, Tara's pictures of Willow. Lovely, touching moments, as usual.

Glad you enjoyed it

Thanks for commenting!

WillowFish -

That poor guy. I can totally understand how he got confused. I mean, he was being pretty obvious and adorably clueless Willow just didn't quite catch what he was throwing out there. Hopefully, he'll have a chance to redeem himself later in the story.

Maybe! We'll just have to see

Wills redemption -

Awww, Willow is just too cute for words, so innocent (at least when she's not in bed with Tara, there she's quite the vixen ). This misunderstanding was quite funny at first, but then I was wary for a minute Lucas would think she was "playing hard to get" and try to "loosen her up" with some "manly grabbing". Good thing the guy was as embarassed as Willow. I somehow guess he was pretty inexperienced himself and just hoped he would be finally "getting something".

Willow certainly is quite innocent (though I agree with that bedroom comment ) You know, I haven't decided on Lucas yet, he's either very inexperienced like you said, or does actually get a lot of women and had never found himself in that situation before. I'm leaning towards the latter, because he definitely has an ego, but this was just a huge misunderstanding on both their parts.

Then I felt sorry for Willow who felt so dumb for totally misunderstanding Lucas' intentions. I'm glad that Tara instinctively knows how to make her feel better in those situations.

I think it's definitely fair to call Tara a Willow-whisperer!

Willow's babbled love declarations about how Tara makes her world wonderful and insipres her were so sweet, as sweet as Tara's gesture of showing her her Willow-related art.

They inspire each other and I love that about them!

These two are just the cutest couple on the planet, and I love reading all these precious moments you're sharing with us!
Thank you very much for lighting up my sunday evening, Laragh!

So glad I could!

Thanks for commenting

taralicious -

Oh, these vacuous sorority tramps, as I refer to them as, exist in point of fact as I used to hear them in my History classes at the University of Iowa as they were Pre-Med, or Business or there to get a husband, and were miffed that they had to take Liberal Arts classes to fulfill their Gen. Ed. Requirements.

There are some crazy reasons kids get into college!

I have fantasies of Willow setting up a tripod and putting the camera on a timer as she cosplays as Ariel and Tara plays Esmeralda from The Hunchback of Notre Dame and she does a photo series of The Little Mermaid and the Gypsy Woman as a study of the Unnatural and the Natural coexisitng in Nature.

Ha! That's a well thought out and good idea

Tara as the teacher punishing Willow after school for not wearing any panties with her school uniform.

Been there, done that, but the other way around!

This is so the exaggerated over the top troglodyte attitude they show male co-workers acting like in the sexual harassment training videos that corporations and city governments show their employees that I can't blame Willow for being a little slow on the uptake and not putting it together that Lucas is variant of the pizza guy and thinks it's okay to treat women like this.

One difference between him and pizza guy, he in no way expected Willow to continue with the liason once he discovered the truth, so an inflated ego, yes, but not a total jackass.

I was half expecting him to tell Willow he has French Letters, shower caps, and rubber gloves in his room as well.

Maybe he's saving that for the next girl

I wonder what the Ladies Sewing Circle would have done if Tara had told them that she was once the best man at a lesbian wedding. Given them a collective conniption.

Do you know something I don't?

At least they didn't have to shamelessly make out in front of three biddies to prove that it wasn't just a phase. not that I wouldn't freely encourage any in public.

Everyone should freely encourage this.

There is a scene in the comedy/thriller movie "Foul Play" this reminds me of; Goldie Hawn is being chased by a criminal gang for reasons too convoluted to go into but she ends up hiding in a single's bar and asking Dudley Moore's character if he can take her home.
He gets the same idea that she is looking for sex as Lucas does about Willow and tells Goldie Hawn's character to make herself comfortable but she is too busy looking out the front window to see the men following her to notice that Dudley Moore's apartment is a swinging bachelor pad and he has a waterbed that folds down from the wall and mirrors on the ceiling and strobe lights and disco balls and a revolving bar and strips down to his underwear.
When Goldie Hawn turns around to look back in the apartment, her reaction to Dudley Moore is the same as Willow's to Lucas and is shocked, angry, and embarassed for him that he would take advantage of a woman who told him she was being followed.

I haven't seen that movie, I'll have to check it out!

Nice shout out to one of the greatest swing era vocal groups of the 20th Century.
The guy with the really high falsetto voice and the guy with the deep booming bass voice who spoke all the lyrics did a few sides with Ella Fitzgerald as well.

Nice

As Willow and Tara are one with each other, the two becoming one every experience is seen anew through the eyes of the other.

<3

This will be the start of that private portfolio of photos that Willow does of Tara

Ha! Tara's already said, no butt photos

Thanks for commenting!

leos_pride -

OMG poor Willow!! I mean, you have to be pretty clueless not get what Lucas was getting at but this is Willow we are talking about

College-Willow does define innocence here!

I loved this update and Willow finding her creative side with her photography. It's nice to see her step out of her brain-y box for a little while

I'm enjoying letting her do it!

Thanks for your comment!

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Update Directly Below

[Laragh]

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TITLE: College 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 first part of the prequel to Hacker Confidential and Family Confidential - the college years!

SPOILERS: Perhaps minor references to the show or stealage of dialogue, but nothing that would spoil the series.

FEEDBACK: Yes please

Chapter 28

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“Willow, stop.”


Willow made no effort to stop snapping pictures of Tara and just continued to get them both more tangled up in the sheets as she moved the camera around to get different angles.


“The assignment is ‘beauty’, Tara, how can I stop when I’ve got an endless source right in front of me?”


Tara had to keep yanking at the sheet to make it cover her naked body to stop Willow getting an ‘accidental’ full-frontal shot.


“I’m sure your professor doesn’t want to wade through a bunch of photos of me with bedhead.”


Willow smirked behind the camera.


“That’s not bedhead, that’s sex hair,” she said with more than a hint of pride, then took a last photo and lowered the camera, “You’re so beautiful.”


Tara’s cheeks flushed and she smiled bashfully.


“You’re sweet but I still don’t think post-coital photos of me trying to cover my face are going to fly.”


Willow lifted the strap off her neck and left the camera on her nightstand before cuddling into Tara.


“This is actually a class assignment, not an individual one. Well kinda. So as much as you'd be the perfect model...”


“Oh?” Tara asked, interested.


“Uh huh, we all had to choose a kind of derelict site in the city and go and find some beauty there to photograph,” Willow explained, “Man, there was a lot of bickering but we finally picked out this old, abandoned walkway a little ways from here…it used to be really pretty with flowers and benches that looked out over the river beneath, but then it turned into a drug spot, got graffitied and stuff…now it’s just deserted.”


Tara twirled the ends of Willow’s hair between her fingers.


“So you’re all going to meet up there and ‘find beauty’?”


Willow nodded.


“Uh huh, this weekend. Tomorrow, actually. I don’t really know how we’re going to find anything but litter and empty syringes though.”


“You can find beauty anywhere,” Tara replied encouragingly.


Willow idly traced the bones of Tara’s collarbones and thought about how much her girlfriend had helped her work on both her photography and whole outlook on life by just encouraging her to see a different perspective.


“Do you maybe want to come?” she asked hopefully, looking up with a smile, “I could use those pretty eyes.”


“Isn’t it your class thing?” Tara asked, finding Willow’s toes to play with under the sheet.


Willow shrugged.


“It’s not like a field trip…the professor won’t be there or anything.”


Tara tapped her fingers against the sheet.


“Is…that guy going to be there?”


Willow’s neck twisted uncomfortably.


“Yes, but we’ve both been expertly avoiding each other. We haven’t made so much as awkward eye contact with each other in a month, so nothing to worry about.”


Tara nodded, sensing Willow was happier to not think or talk about it.


“Are you sure it’s okay for me to come?”


“Don’t see why not,” Willow replied cheerily, “Only if you want to, of course. Don’t want to be all draggy girl.”


“Okay,” Tara agreed, happy for any extra time she got to spend with Willow.


“Thanks!” Willow beamed, pressing a long kiss to Tara’s cheek, “I’m looking forward to it much more now. You make everything better.”


She found Tara’s hand and entwined their fingers gently, then leaned over to kiss her. She slowly rolled back on top then released Tara’s lips to look down at her with a predatory leer.


“I think your sex hair needs to be redone. I happen to know a very good stylist.”


Tara closed her eyes to enjoy a few moments of delicate neck kisses, but then had to regretfully push Willow’s shoulders away.


“I have to go back to work this afternoon.”


“What? Why?” Willow asked with a whine, “You said you didn’t do afternoons until August.”


“Judy is home sick and they need some extra help,” Tara explained, running her hands down Willow’s arms affectionately.


“It must be a lot quieter in there,” Willow replied in a mumble, then clicked her tongue in annoyance, “Damn Judy, nosy and ruining my chance for some afternoon delight.”


Tara raised an eyebrow.


“What have we been doing for the last hour?”


Willow left her hand over Tara’s heart, then slowly dragged a finger between her breasts.


“Sorry for finding you irresistible.”


Tara caught Willow’s hand before it dipped any lower.


“I’ll make it up to you.”


Willow let her hand be stilled and looked at her girlfriend curiously.


“How?”


“How do you want me to?” Tara asked, giving her special, seductive smile that only Willow was ever privy to.


Willow felt the familiar weighty feeling settle in her abdomen in response.


“I can think of a few things,” she replied, her tongue poking out between her teeth, “They start like this.”


She pressed their lips together and went to deepen it but her shoulders were pushed back again.


“I have to go,” Tara said apologetically, “I need to jump in the shower before I go back.”


Willow backed off, but not without a pout.


“Can I come?”


“Will you be good?” Tara asked, thinking she already knew the answer.


“No,” Willow admitted, crossing her arms over her chest petulantly, “Fine. But I’m watching you walk to the bathroom and I better see some wiggle.”


Tara’s cheeks tinged pink but she smiled and pecked Willow’s cheek before scooting out of bed. She hoped her blush didn’t spread as she ‘wiggled’ her way over to the bathroom.


“I see you, baby,” Willow called after her with an approving whistle, “Shakin’. That. Ass.”


She watched as Tara’s blush did, indeed, spread; then settled back down to let her mind fantasize.


“What’s with the Willow-grin?” Tara’s voice pulled her back to reality a few minutes later as she came out wrapped in a towel.


Willow took even more pleasure in watching her girlfriend get dressed.


“Thinking about how you’re going to make it up to me.”


“Are you going to share?” Tara asked, finding her clothes flung around different parts of the room.


Willow was sure Tara was dragging her panties up her legs in slow motion on purpose, and if she wasn’t, was very grateful to her brain for giving her the illusion.


“They involve you…a lot of you…and very specific parts of you.”


Tara zipped her pants up and began to button her shirt, as her nose scrunched up.


“Are you going to make me bend in weird ways?”


“No, of c–” Willow started to dismiss but then quickly decided not to be so flippant, “What, what kinda ways?”


“Sorry?” Tara asked, distractedly running a brush through her hair.


“W-what kind of ways can you bend?” Willow asked, very intrigued.


Tara shrugged once, never giving much thought to how her limbs moved.


“My legs can stretch over my head.”


Willow’s eyes almost bugged out of her head and she had to make a concentrated effort to not let her tongue hang out like a panting dog.


“How don’t I know this?!” she asked, beginning to bounce in place giddily, “Show me.”


“I have to go,” Tara replied, once again apologetic.


Willow’s mind was racing with raunchy images.


“Later! That’s what, that’s what I want! Make-y up stuff.”


“Okay,” Tara agreed, not seeing what was so interesting about her flexibility, “I have to go, sweetie, bye.”


“Bye,” Willow replied absently, just barely feeling another kiss against her cheek before Tara was gone.


The slam of the door shook her out of her thoughts for a moment, but it only took a second for them to revert back to Tara.


The smell of her girlfriend's perfume lingered through the air and when Willow rolled over a bit she could still feel the warm imprint where her body had been.


Why can’t I just have her naked 24/7? Those full breasts and long legs and…oh those legs…can she really…?


She’d certainly felt the strength of Tara’s legs and thighs in the throes of passion before, and had appreciated the limber movements of her hips, but was very much looking forward to experimenting with all that that flexibility had to offer.


She cuddled into Tara’s pillow and sighed softly.


Guess I should get up…and do something…go somewhere…


Her thoughts floated in and out, but she made no effort to move, feeling the uncomfortable weight of built-up arousal between her legs every time she moved even slightly.


I can’t take the whole afternoon like this…she got me all worked up, then left!


She knew it was her own fault for letting her fantasies get the better of her, but was not used to having these feelings so palpably without a Tara there to take care of her.


Guess there’s a cold shower with my name on it…not like I can just magic Tara’s hand here for some lovin’.


She let out a long, dramatic sigh and accompanied it with a pout for good measure, but then realised that the presence of Tara wasn’t absolutely necessary in her current predicament – preferred, certainly, but not necessary.


Can I do that? I mean, obviously, I can do that, but can I do that?


Her train of thought was perfectly rational in her head but she couldn’t reach a conclusion, so decided some experimentation was in order.


She rolled herself onto her back and closed her eyes, then let her hand brush over her thigh. That did little to stimulate her the way it did when it was Tara’s touching her, but decided not to give up yet.


She opened her legs and let her fingers slightly touch her mound first, then slide into the wetness. There was a brief moment of disappointment that it wasn’t as satisfying a sensation as when she touched Tara, but she was able to let go of that quickly as she imagined touching her girlfriend like she was touching herself.


Having Tara in her mind made the whole process a lot more appealing, and it didn’t take long for her to be in a steady rhythm.


This isn’t my hand, not my hand…Tara’s hand…Tara’s touching me...yes…Tara’s hand…oh yes…

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Tara was getting extremely frustrated as she searched her satchel for her dorm key, but to no avail. She was sure she remembered picking it up on the way out but it was nowhere to be found. She finally decided to knock, hoping Willow hadn’t decided to go out.


“Uhhh…just a second!” Willow’s voice called out fretfully.


Tara waited patiently for the door to open, which it did a moment later by Willow wrapped in a robe. She sighed in relief when she saw who it was.


“Oh good it’s just you.”


“Sorry it’s not someone better,” Tara replied with a smile, walking through.


“No, no, not what I meant,” Willow rushed to reassure, closing the door again, “You’re wonderful, you’re the best. No one better than you.”


Tara left her satchel down by the bed, then kicked her shoes off and went to lie down, tired from working all day. She half-sat so she could continue a conversation, then offered Willow a wry grin.


“Have you even gotten dressed since I left?”


“No,” Willow replied cagily, thankful Tara didn’t seem to notice her flushed cheeks or the little beads of sweat still falling on her brow.


Tara just continued to smile warmly.


“What have you been doing for the past four hours?”


Willow’s eyes widened.


“Four hours? Wow. Ohhh, ummm... various sounds of hesitation...” she replied with a nervous chuckle, then continued with a shy look, “Thinking about you…”


Tara’s smile turned curious.


“You’ve been lying in bed naked and thinking about me for four--oh.”


She blushed bright red and looked away, which made Willow do the exact same.


“So I’ll just let the ground swallow me up now…”


Tara quickly looked back up.


“You don’t have to be embarrassed,” she said reassuringly, blushing still but her eyes were kind, “Did you…have fun?”


Willow shrugged, toying with her hands.


“I’m not as good as you…I mean, I imagined it was you and that helped, but you’re definitely far more skilled in the fingering department,” she answered, and saw Tara try to hide even redder cheeks. “I’m totally embarrassing you. And me. I’m sorry.”


Tara again was quick to reassure, despite the permanent blush.


“I like that we can talk about this stuff,” she said truthfully, before tacking on, “In private.”


Willow smiled.


“In private. Private is all of the good.”


Tara bent her legs under herself and loosely took Willow’s hand.


“Would you like me to be more vocal? You know…like this? Or... during?”


Willow turned Tara’s hand over to press their palms together.


“I just want you to be comfortable, Tare-bear. You don’t have to say stuff and I’ll shut up if you don’t want to hear it.”


“No, I like hearing it,” Tara replied with a shy smile, “And I want to say things too. I just feel silly.”


Willow’s smile widened and she danced her fingertips up Tara’s arm as if to tickle her.


“Well if you can’t be silly with me, who can you be silly with?”


Tara giggled and squirmed free, but Willow didn’t put up too much of a fight. Tara pulled her down gently to lie with her.


“You look a little worn out.”


Willow gently stroked Tara’s thigh over her pants.


“I could go for something sugary.”


Tara leaned down to her satchel and rooted for a moment before producing a pack of M&Ms.


“The vending machine gave me two earlier.”


Willow took them gratefully and tore the pack open.


“Did you need something surgery too?”


Tara glanced over with a crooked smile.


“Well, someone convinced me to miss lunch.”


Willow threw a piece of the candy into her mouth and grinned.


“I believe I said I had something nicer you could eat…”


Tara decided to try for a response instead of her standard blush and tapped Willow’s shoulder suggestively.


“I believe you were right.”


Willow grinned more and pecked Tara quickly, then offered an M&M.


“Thanks,” Tara smiled, taking two, “I like the orange ones.”


“I like green,” Willow replied, fishing one out and leaving the orange ones for Tara, “When I was little, any time I got coloured candy, I always had to separate them before I could eat them.”


Tara smiled affectionately.


“You were one of those kids who couldn’t have the peas touching the carrots, weren’t you?”


“Peas with carrots is an abomination,” Willow joked with a grin, “It’s Adam and Eve, not Carrots and Peas.”


Tara started to laugh loudly, but accidentally cut herself off with a yawn.


“You’ve had a long day,” Willow said to her, giving the bag of M&Ms with the orange ones left, “Want a foot rub?”


“You don’t have to do that,” Tara replied shyly.


“I know I don’t have to,” Willow replied, sitting up and taking Tara’s feet in her lap, “I’m asking if you want me to.”


Tara flexed her feet appreciatively as Willow gently massaged her soles.


“That feels nice.”


Willow took that as confirmation to keep going and plucked Tara’s socks off before continuing.


“Hey, thanks for not making me feel bad for, um, staying in bed all day. I was getting myself all hot and bothered and well…yeah.”


“You don’t have to explain anything to me,” Tara replied kindly, wiggling her toes, “You have a lot of stamina.”


Willow blushed.


“I didn’t, go, the whole time…I mean, I thought about you, and you know, nice feelings happened, and then I had a little nap and woke up and thought about you again and there were more nice feelings and then I wrote a little in my journal and then you came back.”


“Was it weird?” Tara asked, relaxing under Willow’s touch.


Willow nodded straight away.


“Yeah, it kinda was. Different from touching you, and definitely different to being touched by you,” she answered, softly digging her thumbs into Tara’s feet, “You know when you’re really, really hungry that even one of those flabby fast-food burgers look good?”


Tara nodded, so Willow continued.


“It was like that. Satisfied a need, but nothing like enjoying a steak dinner.”


“Is that what I am?” Tara asked with a lopsided smile.


Willow moved her hands down to Tara’s ankles and circled there for a moment before sliding right up her body so they were face to face.


“You are the soft and fluffy crab cake appetiser…the juicy steak with the sweet caramelised onion side…and the rich, decadent chocolate fudge cake all rolled into one, delightfully delicious…spread.”


She rested her hand on Tara’s thigh as she spoke, then pushed them open on the last word. Tara swallowed to regain some moisture in her mouth that had shot decidedly south and wiggled her hips under Willow.


“You’re a little insatiable today.”


“I could probably blame my cycle,” Willow replied, pressing kisses from Tara’s jaw down into her neck, “But really you’re just very…very…sexy.”


Tara tilted her neck to offer more of her skin, but Willow only spent a minute or two there before her head bobbed up excitedly.


“Can you really bend your leg over your head?”


Tara blinked for a moment to get her senses back.


“Um...yeah. Well I don’t exactly check every day but yeah, I used to anyway,” she replied, noting how Willow’s pupils dilated as she spoke, “Why is that so sexy?”


Willow licked her lips.


“Just thinking about you being so open for me,” she replied, before flushing, “It just is, okay?”


“Okay,” Tara answered straight away, her smile coy and willing, “What do you want me to do? I said I’d make it up to you…so you get to tell me what to do.”


Willow sat back and bounced giddily.


“Well nakedness would be preferred.”


Tara’s cheeks turned pink.


“You mean like a strip tease?”


Willow hadn’t, but wasn’t about to admit that.


“Yes. Yes, that’s exactly what I meant.”


Tara smiled nervously, but had agreed she’d do what Willow asked.


“Okay.”


Willow had to purse her lips to contain a squeal and backed up to let Tara off the bed. Tara slowly scooted off and stood facing Willow, but wasn’t sure what to do or where to start.


She felt entirely silly, but remembered what Willow had said earlier. She took in one long breath, then started to unbutton her shirt. She pretended she was just doing it as normal to feel less awkward, though did keep her movements slower than a normal removal.


She started to get into it by the time the last button was popped, enjoying the enthralled look in Willow’s eyes. She wiggled out of her pants and made a show of concealing her breasts before dropping her bra, but Willow didn’t let her get to her panties.


“Wait, wait, wait,” she said, jumping up and standing beside Tara, “I like taking them off.”


Tara didn’t protest and watched as Willow got on her knees. She felt fabric whoosh down her legs and stepped out of them accordingly, then felt kisses over her thighs.


She closed her eyes to enjoy the feeling of Willow’s lips as they worked their way up her body.


By the time Willow was standing, Tara could tell she’d shed herself of her robe by the warm press of their naked bodies together. Her eyes fluttered open to be met with Willow’s just an inch away, glazed and darkened with arousal.


She felt her breath quicken as Willow’s hands slowly slid down her sides until they landed on her hips, where she was promptly swung around and flung onto the bed.


“Oh my,” she breathed as Willow climbed over her.


“I. Love. You,” Willow replied, punctuating each word with a wet kiss across Tara’s chest.


She kissed her way to Tara’s breasts and tongued her nipples into stiff peaks, then sat back on her heels. Her face was flushed with excitement as she lifted one of Tara’s legs up and over her shoulder.


Tara tried not to squirm as the cool air hit her exposed heat. She saw Willow turn her head in and kiss her ankle, then felt the beginning stretch in her thigh as her girlfriend started to lean back down, her leg remaining straight between them as it bent with her.


“Holy cow!” Willow exclaimed as Tara’s leg went with her with total ease, “That just goes right up! Does your other leg do it too?”


She didn’t wait for a response and dropped Tara’s leg to try the other, grinning in delight when it did the same.


“That’s so cool!” she said, experimenting some more with the flexibility of Tara’s thighs, “Is it super uncomfortable?”


“Um, no,” Tara replied, the stretching wasn’t uncomfortable, but Willow’s jostling was exposing her more each time.


Willow stopped pulling at Tara and smiled.


“I don’t know how you do that,” she said, lying back sideways so she could try and lift her own leg up, “I can barely get–oomfh!”


She felt her head hit the floor first as she tumbled backwards, then her back slamming into it. Tara scrambled to get down to her.


“Willow, are you okay?”


Willow blinked a few times, winded, but then managed to pull herself up with the help of Tara’s thigh as an anchor.


“Yeah. Yow.”


“Did you hurt yourself?” Tara asked in concern, checking for a bump or any other injury.


Willow didn’t feel anything hurt but her pride.


“Back-flipping out of bed onto your ass, that’s super sexy,” she said with a self-deprecating smile, “Sorry, not much with the flexibility.”


Tara moved her hand down from the back of Willow’s head to her cheek.


“You’re all the flexible I need.”


“Being zero?” Willow asked, keeping her gaze on the floor.


Tara dropped her hand and found Willow’s, softly entwining their fingers and using hers to arch Willow’s.


It took Willow a minute, but she realised Tara was flexing her fingers for her and blushed at the erotic implication.


“You know what’s sexier than anything?” she asked, picking herself up and shuffling over into Tara’s lap, “That you can dirty talk without saying a word.”


Tara blushed too and scooted back so she was leaning against the bedframe for support. She tilted her head up to meet Willow’s lips and let her hands rest on the small of her girlfriend’s back.


“I think I bruised my butt,” Willow whispered against Tara’s lips.


Tara let her hand fall over the curve of Willow’s buttocks, then bent and turned her head in enough to let her lips press against the side of her cheek.


“Kissed it better,” she said with a crooked smile, which Willow couldn’t resist kissing.


“Well if that’s the response I get, I think I bruised lots of places.”


Tara kissed Willow’s lips again for a moment, then moved down her chin and throat to her collarbone.


Willow arched her back towards Tara’s mouth and moaned quietly as lips trailed towards her breasts. Her neck strained as Tara licked and sucked her nipples until her hips were pushing down in a desperate friction-seeking grind.


If Tara was learning anything over the summer, it was Willow’s body cues and responses, though the wet trail being left on her thigh was a definite giveaway that her girlfriend needed her, and now.


She kept one hand on Willow’s hip to stop them both from tipping over and dropped the other to her girlfriend’s thigh, gently massaging her way inwards.


Willow’s thighs shook in anticipation and she gasped when fingers brushed over her mound. It was less than an hour since she’d been experimenting with the self-love, and only a few more since Tara had been having her for lunch, but it could have been weeks as far as her desire was concerned.


“Tara, please,” she whispered, the intensity of her reaction to her girlfriend’s touch never failing to astound her.


Tara let her fingers finally slide into Willow’s folds and was quick to find her entrance. She slipped inside easily.


“Tara,” Willow groaned, her bottom lip trembling as she pushed her hips down to meet Tara’s hand, “Oh Tara.”


Tara loved watching the expressions play out on Willow’s face at any time; loved the animation and joy she so often displayed, the giddy and the cute, but found herself completely entranced by her when they were making love.


It wasn’t just the way Willow seductively licked her lips, or how her nostrils flared when she reached inside her deeply, or the pleasure that contorted into ecstasy over her features as she tumbled towards climax – Tara loved watching those, but what she loved even more was that she was the only one who got to see it.


Willow could feel Tara’s eyes burning into her but was far from embarrassed. She loved being watched as much as Tara loved to watch; loved feeling so wanted and sexy – a word she would have never dreamed of describing herself as until she’d seen the way Tara looked at her.


She leaned forward to put her weight on her arms against the bed to give as much momentum to her hip thrusts as possible, and purposely let their foreheads rest together.


“Like watching me?” Willow asked breathlessly, a tidal wave already beginning to lap inside her.


Tara nodded silently, the feel of Willow’s breath hitting her lips causing serious stirrings between her legs. She squeezed them once to tide her over, then twisted her hand in a recently-mastered skill of turning her thumb up to press against Willow’s clit.


Willow gasped and rolled her hips even more insistently, her nerves sensitive from all the attention they’d had that day.


She felt the tightness start in her abdomen and knew her inner muscles were clenching too by the soft moans escaping Tara’s mouth. That only fuelled the fire in her belly and it was barely seconds before she was clutching the overhanging bedspread tightly.


The cold of the hardwood floor under Tara’s butt was directly contrasting with the heat coming off of Willow’s body. Tara ignored the numbness in her cheeks and beneath her thighs with relative ease though; she was far too busy letting her mouth find the sensitive patches of skin around Willow’s neck and ear.


That was all Willow needed to feel the wave wash over her, slowly spreading up from her toes, then hit her full force in the abdomen. She was entirely still for a few long moments as the pleasure tingled through her, then slumped against Tara with a soft sigh.


“Mmmhh, I never thought falling on my ass could go so well,” she said, pressing a kiss against Tara’s shoulder blade, “You make everything so…so…good.”


A slow shiver ran up her spine, which Tara mistook for cold and started to stand with her.


“Let me help you up.”


Willow needed the assistance, her legs still a little shaky, and crawled under the blanket. She held it up for Tara to join her, then watched in curious amusement as she wiggled her hips on her way in.


“What are you doing?”


Tara blushed and stilled.


“My butt fell asleep.”


Willow giggled and turned on her side, pulling Tara close to gently rub her buttocks for her.


“Is that helping?”


Tara had forgotten the numbness in her cheeks, focused on the much more pleasant sensation of Willow’s slick body pressing against her.


“Helping…yes.”


Willow’s lips quirked up into a smirk – she knew exactly what Tara needed ‘help’ with. She slowly dragged her hand around and cupped Tara firmly.


“How about this?”


Tara’s eyes closed and her lips parted, which Willow took advantage of by kissing her and rolling on top.


Tara’s legs immediately spread and Willow took the hint, exploring for a moment to wet her fingers before rubbing them over her girlfriend’s bud. She felt Tara’s moan vibrate against her lips and rubbed harder, overcome with lust all over again.


Tara hungrily devoured Willow’s lips, arms crossing over her back to bring them closer. She took handfuls of skin on Willow’s back, sinking her fingers in wherever she could.


Willow knew Tara was eager for her ‘flexibility’, so decided not to tease and dropped her hand to reach inside. The kiss broke as Tara’s neck and body strained back but Willow was quite happy to let her lips take a new path.


She keenly kissed all over Tara’s chest and down her stomach, letting lips lie wherever they met skin until she was completely hidden under the blanket with her mouth very close to her hand.


Tara’s hands tightened in the fabric beneath them as Willow licked her heated flesh. She spread her legs even more, if it was possible, and cried out loudly when she felt lips wrap around her clit and suck. She took the pillow between her teeth to muffle herself, though her legs started to kick out, needing to release the excitement somehow.


Willow absolutely loved when Tara really let go and continued to suck her into a frenzy. Her butt took a few errant hits from Tara’s squirming legs but she was much too distracted with feasting on her to care.


She brought Tara right to the edge a few times, learned enough in her sounds to know when to teeter off, and could feel her girlfriend’s thighs quaking with need. She was in the middle of figuring out whether to tease her one last time or not when she felt a more purposeful kick against her butt again and decided she’d better listen to Tara.


Yes, ma’am!


She thrust her fingers in deep and flexed them up and out like Tara had demonstrated on her earlier. She heard the hitched breath she wanted and got her mouth ready to enjoy what she knew was coming, her own toes curling in delight when she felt the spasms start around her.


Tara turned her head right into the pillow to muffle herself, teeth clenching the fabric She was lost for a few moments as the pleasure spread throughout her body, before relaxing back, cheeks flushed and smiling.


It was another couple of minutes before Willow’s head popped back out from under the blanket, hair mussed and grinning like the cat that got the cream.


“Mmhh, you are sugar, spice and everything nice.”


Tara blinked a few times before her gaze settled on Willow, though she still seemed hazy.


“Did I kick you?”


Willow just smiled and shook her head; she knew it was playful and Tara would feel bad regardless.


Tara nodded in relief and tried to bring her hand up to wipe her brow, but found herself quite melded to the bed.


“I can’t move.”


Willow tenderly administered to the brow wipe and followed up with a kiss.


“Need me to get you anything?”


“I’m starving,” Tara replied, craving an energy hit.


“Wanna get some pizza?” Willow asked, “Ooh, I even have a half-off coupon!”


Tara nodded, her eyes hungry.


“Pizza sound so good.”


Willow groped around the floor and found her cell phone, calling in their usual, then settled back down.


“One of us is going to have to get dressed,” Tara commented, playing with the ends of Willow’s hair.


Willow pouted at the unthought-of flaw in her plan.


“Rock, paper, scissors?”


Tara nodded and help up her fist, playing a rock to Willow’s scissors.


“Dammit!” Willow exclaimed, throwing herself back down onto the bed and crossed her arms over her chest, “Why do I always lose?!”


Tara smiled in victory and happily cuddled into her again.


“You always choose scissors.”


“No I don’t,” Willow replied bitterly.


Tara’s smile quirked up on one side.


“Yes, you do. You think you’re being dirty.”


Willow continued to pout petulantly for a moment before giving up and availing of the naked snuggles on offer.


“You didn’t seem to mind me being dirty a few minutes ago.”


Tara giggled and nuzzled their noses together, which quickly turned into soft kisses. Soft kisses that grew deeper and more intense until the cell phone shrilled.


Willow answered as reservedly as she could muster with the taste of Tara’s tongue still in her mouth, then grudgingly threw on her clothes to go collect the pizza. The smell set out her own hunger pangs and she quickly hurried back to the dorm and threw the lid open on the bed.


She gallantly let Tara take the first slice, then smiled as she picked up her own.


“Eat and be merry for tomorrow, we photograph.”

[BuffyFan4ever]

Dibs

Great chapter. Lots of great quotes.

“The assignment is ‘beauty’, Tara, how can I stop when I've got an endless source right in front of me?”

Exactly!

“Damn Judy, nosy and ruining my chance for some afternoon delight.”

I listened to the Glee version yesterday so now I have the song stuck in my head again. Thanks a lot.

“My legs can stretch over my head.”

I agree with Willow.

Can I do that? I mean, obviously, I can do that, but can I do that?

Yes you can. More importantly, you should.

“Peas with carrots is an abomination,” Willow joked with a grin, “It’s Adam and Eve, not Carrots and Peas.”

“You mean like a strip tease?”

Willow hadn't, but wasn't about to admit that.

“Yes. Yes, that’s exactly what I meant.”

Tara smiled nervously, but had agreed she’d do what Willow asked.

Of course the fact that she suggested it in the first place has nothing to do with her willingness.

Tara tried not to squirm as the cool air hit her exposed heat. She saw Willow turn her head in and kiss her ankle, then felt the beginning stretch in her thigh as her girlfriend started to lean back down, her leg remaining straight between them as it bent with her.

“Holy cow!” Willow exclaimed as Tara’s leg went with her with total ease, “That just goes right up! Does your other leg do it too?”

She didn’t wait for a response and dropped Tara’s leg to try the other, grinning in delight when it did the same.

Words all gone...

“I don’t know how you do that,” she said, lying back sideways so she could try and lift her own leg up, “I can barely get–oomfh!”

She felt her head hit the floor first as she tumbled backwards, then her back slamming into it. Tara scrambled to get down to her.

I'm only laughing because that's what would happen to me if I ever tried that.

Tara dropped her hand and found Willow’s, softly entwining their fingers and using hers to arch Willow’s.

It took Willow a minute, but she realised Tara was flexing her fingers for her and blushed at the erotic implication.

My fingers are double jointed. The top half of my left index finger automatically bends back about 45 degrees from the bottom half when I try to hold my hand straight and I can bend each finger back about 90 degrees. It's fun to gross people out.

“Rock, paper, scissors?”

Lizard, Spock?

Can't wait til next week.

[zampsa19752001]

Yay for excellent update-y goodness... I love their continuing mutual body exploration... Can't wait for the photographing trip...

[willowtaralover]

“The assignment is ‘beauty’, Tara, how can I stop when I’ve got an endless source right in front of me?”

Willow does make a very good point here, after all how does one improve on perfection.

Tara had to keep yanking at the sheet to make it cover her naked body to stop Willow getting an ‘accidental’ full-frontal shot.

Hmmm full frontal Tara

“Fine. But I’m watching you walk to the bathroom and I better see some wiggle.”

Hmmm Tara's wigglesome butt . Yes I know more drooling but it is Tara, can you expect any less from this kitten.

Loved the conversation about Tara's bendiness, wish that had been included on the show.

Why can’t I just have her naked 24/7? Those full breasts and long legs and…oh those legs…can she really…?

Why can't any of us have Tara naked 24/7? And not forgetting

I liked how they talke about about nothing in particular whilst actually talking about themselves and how Tara makes Willow feel. I find their openness endearing and sweet, especially as its the first really serious relationship for Tara at least.

“Well nakedness would be preferred.”

“You mean like a strip tease?”

Willow hadn’t, but wasn’t about to admit that.

Sure, because Willow would never want her gorgeous, incredibly sexy girlfriend to do a striptease just for her

Possibly the most fun chapter so far with lots of great dialogue and visual images (Tara shaking her butt as she goes for a shower ). Can't wait till the girls go on the photography expedition.

[Wills redemption]

Hi, I really have to go to bed now but still I want to say really quick that I absolutely loved this chapter, as all the ones before. I'm looking forward to the photo session and what beauty they will find in that alley apart from each other...