Hello again. I wasn't meaning to tease. I really had the chapter all ready. My beta and her girlfriend sent me off into cyberspace to read and I got so lost. In a good way though, so here is the promised update. I hope it was worth the wait.
Miss Kitty's B.O.Y. - No need to be disappointed this time. The update has arrived. I hope you enjoy it
Cooper - Yeah, CBW was kitten chat inspired. I figured I could come up with another side fic. I'm still researching the how.
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and now....
Chapter 12
Before Willow could push through the kitchen door, Tara had her shirt up over her head. Willow smiled at the sight of her wife’s half-naked body. She locked the door.
“Someone’s going to walk in and see you.” Willow’s tongue rolled slowly across her lips. 38 1/2 hours was 39 hours too long to be away from her wife.
The blonde tossed the shirt into her lover’s face. “Most of them have the afternoon off.”
Willow pulled the discarded shirt from her head. “They what now?”
“I had five staff members come in today.” The blonde unbuttoned her skirt. “Al sent three out to drive in the north range. And I sent two into town to get some supplies.”
“Oh.” She watched Tara slip each button slowly through its hole. She gulped loudly. “And three plus two equals…” She stopped as her wife’s skirt drifted slowly over her curvaceous hips.
“Equals?” Tara smiled. She loved that after so many years her soul mate still stopped breathless at the sight of her body.
“Equals naked alone time with my wife.” Willow pulled her own blouse over her head.
Tara walked from the kitchen, fighting to hide the smile growing on her face.
“Where are you going?” She followed the blonde. “I believe being with my wife was a big part of the naked time requirement.” She picked up the discarded skirt. The redhead looked into Patrick’s empty room. She saw the wraps on his side table and felt a sense of sorrow for missing yesterday’s appointment. She was hurt that they didn’t call her. She buried the pain, knowing that their intention was to surprise Willow with the amazing news.
Tara turned to climb the stairs. “So you better catch up with me then.” She reached back to unclasp her bra. It dangled on the tip of her finger before dropping to the banister’s handrail.
Willow’s attention went to the hanging brassiere. “Oh, I’ll catch you. Don’t you worry about that.” She smiled as she held the garments her lover strategically dropped. “Remember what happened to those kids that left a trail of bread crumbs to follow?” She latched the lock on the front door.
Tara laughed and the sound echoed through the upper level of the house. “If I remember correctly, they became a witch’s snack.”
“That’s right.” Willow picked up a sock from the first step.
“Perhaps you should come and get your snack,” Tara giggled. “My adorable, red-haired witch.” She snaked her finger slowly forward, summoning the redhead with the simple gesture.
“I’d rather you meet me halfway.” Willow stopped seven steps from the top. She wanted to take her lover in so many places. They had very few opportunities to explore and it was a “carpe diem” moment.
“Half way, huh?” Tara liked the idea. She sauntered back down each step. She wanted to see her lover remove each layer of clothing but Willow just stood, waiting for their bodies to occupy the same space. “I’m an all or nothing woman.” Tara stopped, two steps away from her wife. “Not much of a number geek these days?”
Willow wrinkled her brow. “What?”
Tara cheeks lifted into a playful smile. “There are ten steps, my love. I think you’ll have to meet me at the halfway mark.”
Willow couldn’t help but laugh. She’d been had, and at any other moment she might devise a way to calculate a divisible factor to make seven the halfway point, but her desire to devour the blonde was all she could see. She climbed one step and lingered, enjoying the position. She could feel the temperature rise as Tara removed the last article keeping her from complete nakedness.
The redhead touched the soft skin of creamy pale calves. She tossed the clothes over the banister and they slipped down the polished hand railing. She smiled and allowed her hands to make the same slick maneuver up her wife’s taut, muscular legs.
Tara steadied herself, stretching her hands so that one was on the wall and the other on the railing. She was instantly aroused and hungry for all that her wife had in mind.
Slender fingers drifted, hesitated, before grazing the sensitive inner thigh. Willow could feel her lover, could sense her awakening on every level. She knelt on the last step between them. “You missed me, huh?” She kissed all the places her hands had just touched.
The blonde bit down on her lower lip. The only reply was an impassioned growl.
Willow stopped, realizing how exposed their enthusiasm was. “We should really move this somewhere more private.”
Tara felt the warmth of Willow’s hands leave her thighs. She wanted the sensation to return, and fast. “There’s no one here, sweetie. I made sure that we’d be alone.”
The redhead turned back toward her wife. “Made sure? You didn’t even know when I was landing.”
The blonde giggled. “I knew exactly when you’d be walking through that door.”
Willow looked up, captivated by the vision of her wife’s body. “So this was your master plan?”
“Well, not this,” She pointed between them and the stairs, “but you and me, alone and naked. That was all part of my wicked scheme.”
“And our Slayers are involved?” Willow unclasped her own bra, releasing her breasts from the confines of their material. The redhead’s hands returned to the home they’d found against Tara’s warm flesh.
“Only long enough to take the kids on an adventure.” Tara felt the sensation return, and her body responded without hesitation.
“So you missed me then?” Willow repeated her question. She could feel the answer. Her hand slid slowly up the curve of Tara’s hip. The blonde braced herself again between the wall and the handrail as Willow’s palm moved across her hip onto the soft flesh of her abs. “You feel so good.”
Tara could not form thoughts or words. She had missed her lover and wanted nothing more than to be devoured by love.
The redhead’s lips met soft abdominal skin. She grazed the span hungrily, pausing to taste the dimple of her navel. She pulled in a small mouthful and released with a pop. “You taste so good.”
The blonde was dizzy, her body thick with want, intoxicated by need. She could feel any steadiness leave her.
Willow stood, wrapping an arm around her lover, savoring the journey up Tara’s body, one kiss at a time. She lingered over the blonde’s right breast, tasting what would always be hers. Tara could barely stand but concentrated on relieving her wife of her last bits of clothing. Willow could feel the pace of her wife’s heart; the rhythmic pounding driving her desire to new heights. The response was instinctive, she was wanted, all that she tasted was desired. Every part of Willow sought to take Tara. And the simple sensation told her that the blonde wanted the same. She led them backward. Their bodies met the carpeted edges of the staircase. They wanted, and in that visceral need the world around them dissolved. There was nothing, only two beating hearts focused on reuniting.
Tara’s hand tightened harder around the rail; she could feel the drag of rough fiber across her bare flesh. It was static, but when her wife’s hand caressed soft curls, her universe ripped wide and begged only for that sensation.
Willow wanted everything in that moment, to taste lips and all forms of Tara’s flesh. She could feel the blonde arch into her hand. She teased the supple skin, where thigh met torso. Her tongue savored the length of Tara, until hands and lips met at the center of the blonde’s need.
Tara screamed her wife’s name and the sound prompted Willow to linger. There was no game, just satisfaction in knowing that in that moment they were everything to each other and their universe existed for this single act of passion.
Willow delighted in her wife’s desire, ravaging slick blonde curls. Tara’s feet pushed hard into the step, leaving impressions in the surface. The redhead’s tongue tasted Tara’s hip and the blonde responded with a shudder. Willow accepted the motion, nibbling the sensitive flesh. It was a level of ecstasy they ached to exceed.
Tara’s only thought was to open herself to her lover. She was being taken in the most delicious ways and would do nothing to change the course of Willow’s endeavor. The blonde held tight to the wall. Her knuckles whitened around the staircase spindle. Willow entered her lover, pressing the tip of her thumb against the hardened bundle of nerves. She could feel every bit of Tara’s need and responded with hungry passion. Her hand moved across familiar terrain, teasing and gliding deep within the blonde.
“Oh goddess, Will.” She wanted to cum hard and fast for her lover, but the contact was awakening a desire to be touched everywhere, eternally. Tara’s mouth went dry. No longer able to form words, she moaned.
The redhead inched up to moisten her lover’s lips. Her hands never stopped loving as her mouth pressed to the blonde’s. “I love you, Tara.” She kissed over and over. They were making love like they’d spent a lifetime apart. It was passion in primal perfection. They milled across each other, slick and glistening. They were, at that very moment, one. Each motion found the same in return and they trembled to climax. Willow wanted more, wanted the taste of her wife endlessly across her tongue.
“I should go away more often.” Willow playfully whispered, reaching to wipe the sweat-drenched hair from her wife’s face.
Tara kissed her lover.
Willow’s fingers made small circles over Tara’s awakened skin. The blonde twitched and smiled. “On second thought, this is much better.” Willow twisted to stand from their awkward position. She looked down at her exhausted soul mate. “Tara?”
The blonde lay spread from wall to rail, a smile of exhausted ecstasy growing on her face.
“You want to go upstairs?”
Tara raised her head, looking at her wife. “Didn’t we just try that?” Her head flopped back on the carpet.
She helped Tara to her feet. ”I meant up to bed.”
The blonde snickered. “Tried that, didn’t we?”
“How about up to a long, hot bath?”
Tara steadied herself, leaning into the redhead. “That… sounds perfect.” They finished the climb up. The blonde giggled. “My knees are dizzy.”
The redhead grinned. “Lucky me.”
“Hey lucky lady, maybe you should get the evidence from the stairs.” She walked into the bathroom to fill the tub.
Willow padded quickly down the steps, excited to snuggle her wife in the oversized tub. She draped their clothes carefully over the chair beside the bedroom desk. She noticed her old laptop open and running. Her finger tapped the mouse and the screen flashed. Willow read the display and smiled. She minimized the first screen and glimpsed at the second. She turned toward the bathroom. Her wife was clever and the redhead was thrilled to see that the blonde had developed genuine skill with the recycled technology.
She took the robes from the hook on the back of the door. Willow could see her lover’s naked shoulders. The toned flesh flexed as Tara swirled the water with a wave of her hand.
“You’ve been a busy woman.” Willow flipped her thumb to point toward the desk.
Tara leaned to see what her wife was pointing at. “Oh, that. I told you I knew exactly.” Her attention returned to the bathwater. She dropped small mixtures of essential oils into the tub. “I happen to be married to a genius who makes technology very user friendly.”
“So I guess I can’t sneak around on you?” She hooked the robes over the bathroom door.
“Oh, you can be sneaky, but know that you created a super easy way for me to find you.” Tara’s grin perked playfully.
“Well, I didn’t create the flight tracking software, but that was a brilliant touch.” Willow melted at the sight of her wife’s half-smile. It was essentially Tara. “So the program worked?”
Tara nodded. “It worked great. I knew exactly when you turned off your mobile, and the link tracked you offline. It played a beautiful song when you turned your phone on at the airport.”
Willow beamed with pride. She’d spent months integrating the wireless technology with the tracking system. It was her goal to make the apparatus discrete and simple. She remembered the forest and how those hours were the worst memories for Tara. They’d been cut off from each other and the trauma helped them design a way to prevent it from ever happening again. “You used the airline flight tracker to watch my flight?”
“You were never out of our sight.” Tara turned off the water. She stepped over the edge of the tub and lowered herself slowly into the steaming water. “Ohh, this feels so good.”
Willow leaned in to test the temperature. “Kinda hot.” She ran her hand up the blonde’s leg.
“The water or the wife?” Tara held the soft hand before pulling her entirely into the tub. The motion was quick and caught the redhead off guard. The blonde pulled her wife against her body.
“I was going to say the water, but now that I’m in here it has to be the wife.”
Tara wrapped both arms around her lover. It was as close to perfect as she could imagine. They were alone together and that was a welcomed moment. “I missed you.”
The redhead laughed. Her body vibrated against the blonde. “You did? I couldn’t tell from the subtlety of your welcome.”
She tensed. “It seemed like a long time.”
“Baby, don’t.” Willow could sense her tension. “I was teasing.”
Tara relaxed as Willow nuzzled into the embrace. “Yesterday was hard. Patrick was so brave and he couldn’t wait for you to see him.”
“I’m so sorry that I had to miss it.” She leaned back to rest her head on Tara’s shoulder.
“We both had really important days. Didn’t we?” Tara traced her finger slowly across the redhead’s abs. “How did everything go?”
“We’ll have another round of social services. That should be a hoot.” She closed her eyes. Tara’s touch soothed her.
“And the visit?” Tara’s hand paused, waiting for a reply.
Willow rolled over to watch her wife’s reaction. She straddled the blonde. “She refused.”
Tara’s eyes glazed. “And the letter?”
Willow lifted her chin. “I gave it to her. She held it like it was a living thing. She really scares me.”
The blonde shifted. Her hands clung to Willow’s hips. “We can’t do anything for her. Right now, Patrick is my only worry.”
“She won’t see him, baby. She thinks she has nothing to offer.”
Tara watched a drop of water drizzle down Willow’s shoulder. It dripped and slid between two perky breasts. Her finger touched the bubble as it rested. It splattered against her skin. “Do you think she’ll read the letter?”
“I think she’s memorized it already.” Willow leaned back on her heels. The position stretched her thighs uncomfortably but it was exactly how she loved to view her wife. “I hope whatever you said gets to her.”
“Me too.” Tara smiled. “You could have read it.”
“I know. But I wanted Brenda to feel like it was special.”
Tara’s hands returned to the pale flesh of Willow’s abs. “And the hearing?” She worried about that situation the most.
“The judge said he could stay with us for now.”
Tara looked up, her eyes wide with fear. “For now?”
“Whoa,” Willow realized her comment was misleading. “He’ll be here with us unless they find a reason for him not to be.”
“What does that mean?” She looked away before whispering, “it means that the courts don’t want to give the boy to a lesbian couple.” Tara would have run immediately to call their attorney but the redhead kept her pinned in place.
“It means that they will consider our petition and check his current living environment. The judge seemed fair. Plus, Brenda hadn’t signed the adoption papers.”
“Her attorney said she would.”
“Relax, hon, she signed everything.” She realized that her summary wasn’t going the way she wanted. “I saw Brenda after the hearing. I couldn’t get in before visiting hours. She’s in a really bad way.”
“Oh goddess, Will, I can’t handle all of this.” The blonde feathered her fingers through her hair. She grasped the ridge of the tub behind her head.
“Brenda wants him to be with you… to be with us.” Willow leaned forward. She held Tara’s hands behind the blonde’s head. “He’s going to call you mommy for the rest of his life.” She kissed her wife. “I’ll do whatever it takes to make that happen.”
“We’ll do it together.” Tara closed her eyes, drawing a long relaxing breath. “Any other news to share?”
Willow waited for the blue eyes to open. “Just one more thing.”
“Please tell me it is a good thing?”
The redhead smiled. “It’s better than good.”
Tara could tell by the Cheshire grin. “Oh?”
The redhead leaned in to whisper. “I love making love to you.”
“That’s funny, I love making love to you.”
“They say the longer you’re with someone, the more alike you think.” Willow turned to lean against her wife.
“Lucky me.” Tara’s hands reached to caress the redhead’s abs.
Willow closed her eyes and relaxed against her wife. She let the tender touch move across her skin. Tara certainly had the most amazing fingers. The redhead felt warm breath against her ear.
“Are you thinking what I’m thinking?” Tara’s hand slid across her wife’s breast.
Willow whimpered. “Snack?” The redhead drew a sharp breath as a very cold hand inched over her hip.
Tara chuckled. “Yes, and what kind?” Her hands hesitated.
“Witches.” It was all Willow could do to form the word. Tara had already decided her preference and was staking claim to satisfy that hunger.
They made love, each heating the other until the temperature of their bodies warmed the chilly water surrounding them.
Tbc...............................
edited to fix the horrible spacing. Sorry, the cum has to stay.
I have never read a fic of Willow and Tara raising a son before. Patrick is so cute and I love the way Buffy calls him Patty. Only a slayer could get away with calling a guy Patty. Abbey is sooooo adorable (even when she rolles her eyes). Since both kids are super adorable.............will there be more kids in the future? 
There's nothing cuter than Willow running around town frantically to satisfy a late night pregnant Tara craving. Sardines and ice cream anyone? Update soon......pretty please! (with a sardine on top.)
cause I though there might be an update...but alas no.... 
and Sharon I forgot to mention before that I really enjoyed your mini “Black eyed girl” story and I was wondering if they’re would be another installment. The first one was hilarious and it sorta played like a comic strip to me and I’m hoping you continue it.
. I’m also thinking, that the border on X ratedness of this debate, is going to scare some of you away.
thank you for the yummy, sexy goodness! I think Imma go um...*join* my wife in bed now - *anxiously awaiting more*
. I’m really enjoying the way they are getting along. The contents of that saddlebag have kept me very curious. Interesting indeed. 