Hacker Confidential [AU] (Complete)

[Alex_Vixen]

WOOOOOHOOOOOOOOOO! UPDATE!!!!!

AWWWW....Drunk Willow is soooo adorable!! And Tara sure knows how to handle her girl, go Tara!!

“S’pose I’ll take what I can get,” Willow mumbled with a pout, “Can’t promise I won’t feel you up in your sleep.”


Tara stood up and kissed Willow on the head.


“Wouldn’t be a proper night’s sleep if you didn’t.”

THAT is SOOOO Willow!! DUDE, I LOVED those lines!! LOL!!!

And I loved Willow's letter!! And the apple detail was AWESOME....

I cant wait for the wedding!!

[love_2003]

I'm so excited!! I love weddings!!!

[abarda]

So funny and cute! I loved Willow's note.

[Laragh]

leonhart17 –

Aww that was so adorable! They're so perfect!

Lol, well they were made for each other.

I'm glad they spent the night together! And it was cute that Willow rushed to find Tara and tell her what happened!

It was really nerves that pushed her into it but hey, it meant they got to sleep together (the non sexy kind but you know what I mean )

Hey! At least it was Oz and not 'she who must not be named'! and it was for two seconds and then he was gone forever!

Lol well you make a very good point. No inclusion of ‘her’ ever please! I still stand by my ‘Willow’s lips are only for Tara’ statement though!



Thanks for commenting!

vasy –

Curses I missed dibs by a few seconds *Pout*

You can have second dibs

Still the lurking was worth it.

Yay

I loved how scared Willow was and the adorable letter. Oh so excited for the wedding

Glad you liked! And I hope you enjoy the wedding!

Thanks for your comment

LonelyTara –

Man oh man, third in line. Leonhart17 is kicking my butt. :(

Hey, it’s nice to have a little competition in life

Aww...Willow was so sweet and so drunk. So drunkly sweet. LOL, that Tara, she knows just how to handle her girl.

Drunkly (Drunkenly? Not sure lol) sweet is one of the best kinds of sweet ‘cause you’re so inebriated you’re usually pretty honest. And Tara is an expert on all things Willow!

Can't wait for the wedding!!

Hope you enjoy it! It’s been a long time coming at this stage lol.

Thanks for your feedback!

Zampsa1975 –

Good that Willow ran to find her girl and explained everything... Tara sure has a way to handle her girl...

They know each other so well lol

This really made laugh...

Glad you could get a laugh

Willow's note was awesome... I really liked the idea of Willow leaving an apple for Tara...

Glad you liked Willow can be just an absolute sweetie

Thanks for commenting!

taralicious –

Hell hath no fury like a remorseful and agitated Willow so amount of reasoning skills or FBI psychological training is going to sway her from her quest.

When Willow gets an idea in her head, there’s no stopping her.

This is so the neurotic and insecure Willow we all fell in love with and can identify with so easy because she is us as well.
Even to be Tara's friend, we are so blessed to bask in the radiance of her life-affirming energy.

Who isn’t a little (or a lot ) neurotic or insecure? And Tara just exudes happy feelings.

He didn't try to kiss Willow in the crotch, though did he? Wrong pair of lips as to kiss her in the Delta of Venus would have justified the usage of the Five Point Palm Exploding Heart Technique upon his lecherous person.

Ah, on reflection I did word that rather oddly. Tara meant she wanted to find the guy who tried to kiss Willow...and kick him in the crotch. And any type of torture is justified for kissing either of them when your name isn’t Tara or Willow.

Tara's response is also classically Tara and the reason why she is the most sympathetic and empathic character of the lot of them and why she is worthy of such praise.
She is also prone to crippling attacks of self-doubt and self-worth issues but together they shine like the lighthouse at Alexandria.

They both have issues but hey, at least they’re together to work them out!

I can totally hear Amber delivering this gentle rebuke to Willow as Tara has a resolve tone of voice to match Willow's resolve face.
Willow should have carved a smily face on the apple to show how much she loved Tara but maybe that smacks a little too much of Amelia Pond and her mother i.e, loving but wrong kind of relationship.

Amber could deliver any line well, but I agree, she has a tone to match Willow’s face. And carving a face in the apple would’ve made it go all icky and brown lol.

Thanks for all your feedback!

Alex_Vixen –

AWWWW....Drunk Willow is soooo adorable!! And Tara sure knows how to handle her girl, go Tara!!

Tara knows just how to handle Willow lol

THAT is SOOOO Willow!! DUDE, I LOVED those lines!! LOL!!!

Yay, glad I could keep them in character!

And I loved Willow's letter!! And the apple detail was AWESOME....

Glad you liked

I cant wait for the wedding!!

Hope you enjoy!

Thanks for commenting!

love_2003 –

I'm so excited!! I love weddings!!!

Lol, well I hope you enjoy it!!

Thanks for commenting!

abarda –

So funny and cute! I loved Willow's note.

Glad you liked

Thanks for your comment!

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[Laragh]

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TITLE: Hacker Confidential

AUTHOR: Laragh

CHAPTER RATING: PG-13

DISCLAIMER: Willow, Tara and any other characters from the Buffy the Vampire Slayer franchise belong to Joss Whedon, FOX, ME and a whole host of other entities, none of which are me.

SUMMARY: AU, set in contemporary setting. A lot of W/T fluff and some semblance of a storyline.

SPOILERS: AU fic, so at most minor references or pieces of dialogue

FEEDBACK: Yes please

AUTHOR'S NOTE: Well, the wedding's finally here! Just an added disclaimer that the wording for the Ketubah was taken from here I didn't want to write it myself in case I put something in that shouldn't be there/left something out according to Jewish law or whatever. If I still messed up the ceremony, let me know and I'll change it.

Chapter 31

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“Angel, do it!”


“But I’m not Jewish…”


“Every other male here is wearing one of the hats, so for god's sake just put one on!”


Angel sighed and picked up a yarmulke from the small table set up on the green of The Public Gardens and affixed it on his head. Buffy patted him on the shoulder with a smile.


“Thank you.”


“Hey, Buffy!”


Buffy turned around at the sound of her name being called and smiled when she saw Becky waving and coming towards her. When she arrived they embraced warmly.


“How you feeling today?” Becky asked with a grin.


“As long as nobody shouts, I’ll be okay,” Buffy replied, holding a hand to her head dramatically, “This is my boyfriend Angel, by the way.”


Becky shook Angel’s hand and smiled at him before gesturing towards the area surrounding them, white chairs set up in a half-circle design, facing the canopy so that everyone had a front-row seat of the wedding. Off to the side there was a small marquee set up and most of the other guests had already arrived and were sitting or standing, talking to each other.


“It looks pretty good doesn’t it?” Becky asked excitedly, “And the weather really held up. Sunshine, only a few clouds.”


“It looks great,” Buffy replied with a smile and elbowed Angel when he didn’t say anything.


“Very nice,” Angel said, trying to think of something to say, “I, uh, like the white against the green.”


“You mean the furniture and the grass?” Becky asked with a small laugh before shrugging, “Yea, it’s a nice combination.”


Buffy looked around for a moment, moving back and forth on the balls of her feet excitedly.


“So when’s the ceremony starting?”


“Well me and Alice are going in there,” Becky replied, pointing at the marquee, “In a few minutes. We’re the witnesses for the marriage contract thing. Except Willow wanted them to not see each other until the actual ceremony so they had to put up these drapes either side that each of them stay in while the other’s signing it.”


“Trust Willow to make something as complicated as possible,” Buffy laughed and Becky snickered along with her, “Are they here yet?”


Becky nodded and smiled.


“Oh yea, they arrived before everyone else. Been hiding out in the marquee ever since. Alice is in with Tara and I’m supposed to be in there with Willow but her pacing was making me dizzy so I came out for a little break, see how things were going out here. Actually, you guys are the last to arrive so we can probably start soon.”


“Oh god, are we late? We’re late aren’t we?” Buffy exclaimed before turning and hitting her boyfriend on the arm, “Dammit, Angel, I told you to stop messing with your tie!”


“Whoa, chill,” Becky said, a small grin on her face, “You’re not late. And please don’t murder your boy. Willow and Tara would not appreciate their wedding being turned into a crime scene.”


“It’s her first wedding,” Angel interjected, having been subjected to his girlfriend’s worry all morning that she’d somehow do the wrong thing.


“Oh,” Becky nodded in understanding, “Well, don’t worry, all you have to do is sit down and clap at the end. Try to avoid crying. Same goes for you, Angel.”


“Oh,” Buffy shook her head, “Angel’s not one for emotional displays. Trying to get him to say ‘I love you’ is like taking blood from a stone.”


Angel blushed, putting some colour into his often-pale face and Becky just bit her lip, trying not to laugh before putting her hand on Buffy’s shoulder.


“I better get back to Will before she paces right through her shoes. You guys can sit wherever you want.”


Becky departed with a smile and scurried off back to the marquee, walking over to Rabbi Goldstein who was standing in the middle behind a small table, looking over a decorated piece of paper in his hand. He looked up when the brunette approached.


“Hello. Rebecca, isn’t it?”


“Yea,” Becky smiled, then cleared her throat, thinking she should be more respectful, “I mean yes. I just thought I’d let you know all the guests had arrived, if you wanted to start things. Or you know, whatever you thought was best.”


The rabbi smiled at Becky’s nervous behaviour and nodded his head.


“I think you’re quite right, it’s about time we get started. If you and Alice would come out here, I believe Willow is signing first.”


“Okay, so I’ll just get Al…then we can bring Willow out.”


Becky spun on her heels and walked over to the far left of the marquee, poking her head behind the sheet where Tara was sitting, still fixing her hair in a small hand mirror. The brunette walked fully inside the little sub-room and put her hand to her heart when she saw Tara.


“Oh my god. You look beautiful.”


Tara turned in her seat at the sound of Becky’s voice and smiled at her friend.


“Thank you. How’s Willow?”


“Very, very eager,” Becky laughed, then nodded at Alice, “We’re about to get started.”


Alice stood up and gave Tara a kiss on the cheek as she passed.


“We’ll be back in a few minutes for your bit. Don’t be nervous.”


“I’ll try,” Tara smiled weakly, “Tell Will I love her.”


The other two walked back out and to the other side, going into Willow’s little area where the redhead was sitting with her eyes closed, taking deep breaths in some sort of calming technique.


“You ready?”


Willow jumped up at the sound of Becky’s voice and her eyes widened as she registered the words.


“Really? We’re starting?”


Becky nodded excitedly.


“Uh huh. And Tara said to say she loves you.”


Willow visibly relaxed and smiled a small smile, straightening out her just-below-the knee-length white dress, adorned with simple diamond studs around the neckline and held up by thin inch-thick straps over her shoulders.


“Well then, let’s do this.”


All three girls walked into the main area and Willow sat down behind the table, nervously tapping her fingers against it. She stopped when she was realised what she was doing and looked at the paper laid out in front of her, listening as the rabbi explained what the Ketubah was and its significance in the marriage ceremony.


Finally it was time for her to sign and she picked up the pen, taking a second to let her hand stop shaking before signing her name with a flourish, grinning when she finished. She was still smiling happily as Becky walked her back to her area.


“Your Dad’ll be in to walk you, well, not so much down the aisle really, more around the curve of chairs, but, um, anyway...You okay in here?”


Willow nodded quietly, the excitement bubbling inside her. On the other side, Tara walked out and repeated the same procedure, signing the paper with the same grin on her face that the redhead had, before Becky and Alice signed as witnesses and Tara went back to wait for the ceremony to begin.


“I’m so glad that’s over,” Alice whispered to Becky as they found their seats, “I was terrified I’d sign it wrong or something. This wedding business is so much responsibility.”


Becky giggled, watching as the rabbi set himself up under the canopy, and leant over to where there was a small portable CD player - with a set of extra speakers so the sound would carry - was sitting. She looked behind her and saw Willow waiting just outside the marquee with her father by her side and pressed play, as she had been instructed to do so earlier by the brides.


“You ready, darling?” Ira whispered as the opening bars of Peter Gabriel’s Book of Love began to play.


“Definitely,” Willow smiled, linking arms with her father, “I’m glad you’re here.”


“I wouldn’t have missed it for anything.”


Willow and Ira started walking slowly, the redhead smiling at all the guests as they passed until they turned towards the canopy. Once under it, Ira took a moment to just look at his daughter before giving her a warm kiss on the forehead and mouthing ‘I love you’ and departing back to his own seat.


The redhead waited for what was an anxious few moments before Tara appeared out from the marquee, her breath catching when she saw the blonde striding towards her, the music still playing in time with her step. It seemed like Tara took hours to get to her, but when she did, joining Willow under the canopy just as the song ended, the redhead took her hands and gazed into her eyes.


“You look stunning,” she whispered, loud enough only for Tara to hear, “Absolutely stunning.”


“So do you,” Tara whispered back, looking at the smaller girl in awe, “So beautiful.”


The couple just stared at each other until the rabbi stepped forward and began speaking, breaking them both from their reverie.


“Welcome,” he began, clearing his throat, “On this beautiful day where Willow and Tara are here to share their love with the people they love. Marriage is a gift shared by two people, but it touches the hearts of friends and family as well. Some of you have known Willow and Tara for years, others for less time but all of you are special to them and that is why you were asked to witness this special event. Today, we have a ceremony of different traditions that have come together to learn the best of what each has to offer, appreciating their differences, and confirming that being together is far better than being apart from each other. We bless this marriage under a Chuppah, the Jewish symbol of the new home being consummated here. We start today’s proceedings with a poem that is close to both girls’ hearts, by the name of A Special World by Sheelagh Lennon:


A special world for you and me
A special bond one cannot see
It wraps us up in its cocoon
And holds us fiercely in its womb.

Its fingers spread like fine spun gold
Gently nestling us to the fold
Like silken thread it holds us fast
Bonds like this are meant to last.

And though at times a thread may break
A new one forms in its wake
To bind us closer and keep us strong
In a special world, where we belong.


I hope today that as Willow and Tara start their lives together, may it be filled with happiness, good health, many friends, much love and all of the wonderful things that life can offer. They truly belong to each other in this world.”


Willow blushed as the poem was read aloud, remembering the first instance that she’d heard it when they’d been basking in the afterglow of their first time making love and felt Tara squeeze her hands in return, before the rabbi continued the ceremony.


“I am now going to read the Ketubah, a marriage contract signed by the brides.”


Rabbi Goldstein paused and looked up, smiling at all of the guests before he began reading.


“This certificate celebrates before all those present that on this day, November 24th at The Boston Public Gardens, a loving and binding commitment was entered between Willow Rosenberg and Tara Maclay. We pledge to each other to be loving friends and partners; to talk and listen, to trust and appreciate one another, to respect and cherish each other’s uniqueness, and to support, comfort and strengthen each other through life’s sorrows and joys.”


The girls’ smiles got wider as their promises to each other were read aloud, Tara nodding along with everything being said without even realizing she was doing it.


“We further promise to share hopes, thoughts and dreams as we build our lives together. May we grow our lives ever entwined, our love bringing us closer. We shall endeavour to establish a home that is compassionate to all wherein the flow of the seasons and the passages of life are revered and honoured. May our home be forever filled with peace, happiness and love.”


Rabbi Goldstein smiled as he finished reading the Ketubah and closed his hands together in front of the couple.


“Now, Willow and Tara have their own personal vows they would like to share with each other and with the world. Tara, if you’d like to start.”


Tara nodded her head, collecting her thoughts for a moment, before bringing on of Willow’s hands up to her mouth and kissing her open palm.


“Willow. I promise to love you always and to cherish you forever. I promise to respect you, to be honest with you. To support any and all of your goals and to be with you always. I promise to confide in you and to listen when you want to confide in me and to grow with you throughout our marriage. I give you my mind, body and soul on this and every other day for the rest of our lives.”


Willow felt her heart swell at the words coming from the blonde’s mouth and continued to just stare at her even after she finished, almost missing the nod she got from the rabbi to speak her vows. When she did realise it was her moment, she went to speak but found her mind went blank.


“Um…uh…”


Tara looked at her concerned, almost afraid and the redhead kicked herself internally, quickly trying to think of something.


“I, um, had a whole speech and I can’t remember a word of it,” she chuckled nervously and the blonde just gave her a reassuring smile, “I guess it’ll just have to come from the heart. So…I promise to, to be your lover and your friend. I promise to hold your hand in mine and to be everything I can be for you…I promise…I just…I can’t wait to spend the rest of my life with you, Tara. I promise to be yours forever.”


The blonde mouthed ‘I love you’ and Willow mouthed it back, before the rabbi picked up the rings from the table.


“These rings in their unbroken wholeness are tokens of the continuity of your love. May their shining substance be a symbol of the enduring trust and affection that you bring to one another. Willow, as you place this ring on Tara’s finger, repeat after me: ‘With this ring, I join my life with yours. I am my beloved’s and my beloved is mine’.”


Tara held her hand out and Willow slowly put the ring on her finger as she spoke.


“With this ring, I join my life with yours. I am my beloved’s and my beloved is mine.”


Tara bit her lip to stop a squeal of excitement escaping her lips and took the other ring offered to her by the rabbi, slipping in onto Willow’s finger, repeating the same oath as the redhead had.


“With this ring, I join my life with yours. I am my beloved’s and my beloved is mine.”


Both girls grinned wildly at each other before the rabbi's voice piped up again.


“At this time, I’m going to recite another poem chosen by the couple which they feel represents them,” Rabbi Goldstein said, assorting his papers again, “It’s called True Love by Helen Steiner Rice…


True love is a sacred flame
That burns eternally,
And none can dim its special glow
Or change its destiny.
True love speaks in tender tones
And hears with gentle ear,
True love gives with open heart
And true love conquers fear.
True love makes no harsh demands
It neither rules nor binds,
And true love holds with gentle hands
The hearts that it entwines


Today we have witnessed the true love of Tara and Willow. Everyone present can rejoice in your happiness and we hope that this is only one of many wonderful days you will have in all the coming years you spend together. You have spoken the words and performed the rites that unite your lives and now, by the power of your love and the commitment you have made, I declare your marriage to be valid and binding. I pronounce you wives.”


Everyone stood and cheered as Tara pulled Willow to her and they both kissed, slowly and lovingly, sealing all their promises to each other. They stopped kissing when the cheering died down but kept a hold on each other’s waists as the rabbi finished the ceremony.


“We conclude this ceremony with the breaking of the glass, a joyous celebration. There are many different explanations for the breaking of the glass. Today, the fragility of the glass suggests the frailty of human relationships. May your bond of love be as difficult to break as it would be to put together the pieces of this glass.”


Willow grinned and stepped back from Tara’s embrace to step on the piece of glass wrapped in a cloth that was placed near them. There was a loud cry of ‘Mazal Tov’ from the guests except for one distinctly female voice that shouted ‘Shalom’ followed by a loud ‘dammit!’


Everyone looked towards Buffy, who blushed and sank down low in her seat, but Willow caught her eye and gave her a reassuring wink, which seemed to restore confidence in the petite blonde and she sat back up in her seat.


“If everyone would like to make their way to the Four Seasons hotel, reception room C,” Rabbi Goldstein spoke to everyone, “The newlyweds will meet you there in a little while. Mazal Tov.”


Everyone repeated ‘Mazal Tov’ and Willow and Tara quickly made their way back to the marquee, to spend the traditional few minutes alone. As soon as they got in there, Willow started jumping and down and twirling Tara around.


“We’re married! We’re really married!”


“Yes we are,” Tara replied before pulling the redhead close, “I love you.”


“Mmhh, I love you too,” Willow murmured before their lips came together passionately and lovingly, “Hey, guess what?”


“What?” Tara asked, resting their forehead’s together.


“I’m gonna kiss you like that every day for the rest of our lives.”


“Oh yea? Well guess what?”


“What?”


“I’m gonna kiss you right back.”


Willow smiled goofily and squeezed the blonde’s waist.


“You wanna head to the reception soon?”


“Yea,” Tara nodded, “Do we need to worry about…?”


She gestured around her and Willow understood.


“Nope. Same guys who set it all out are collecting it. We don’t have to worry about anything but our faces hurting from smiling and the possibility of falling from the chairs in the dancing later.”


Tara smiled, relieved they didn’t have to stay behind to manage a clean-up operation and excited about the reception. She suddenly remembered their wedding gift.


“Hey, do you know where we’re staying tonight?”


“Um, our apartment…”


“Uh uh,” Tara shook her head, grinning, “Our wonderful friends got us The Honeymoon Suite.”


“As in…as in The Four Seasons Honeymoon Suite?” Willow asked, getting excited, “Really?”


“Uh huh…that big room…all for us.”


“I bet it has a big bed, too,” Willow grinned, her eyes twinkling, “You’re gonna be underneath me all night.”


“Hey,” Tara replied, bumping her hips against the redhead’s playfully, “I like being on top, too.”


Willow giggled and pulled the blonde into another kiss, enjoying the sensation of her wife’s –


She’s my wife!


- lips on her own for a few minutes before pulling back and nodding towards the exit.


“Come on. Let’s go party.”

[leonhart17]

Dibs! Aww, they're so cute! I loved the wedding! And I LOVE that Buffy yelled during the ceremony because of the yelling! So funny!

[Zampsa1975]

Yay for excellent update-y goodness... Really lovely wedding... Buffy's yelling really made laugh...

[LonelyTara]

Denied the dibs...again, but with such a beautiful chapter it doesn't even matter!! Sweet, delightful, tender...I am my beloved's and my beloved is mine. It's tattooed on my soul.

Great job!


Oh, and side note, drunkenly...it's just so...clunky...isn't it? Drunkly sweet, sweetly drunk, drunkenly sweet...ah, doesn't matter, it's so wonderful! Wonderful writing!

[Alex_Vixen]

WOOOHOOOO UPDATE!!!!!!!!

that was BEAUTIFUL DUDE!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I was sooo excited!! And considering that I hate weddings and all that kind of crap....IT WAS AWESOME!!!! You are a genius for that kind of things!!!!! you make it sound so sweet!! awww...

and Buffy was super COOL!!! LOL!! It was SOOOOO Buffy!!!

Dude, you ROCK! Keep up with the good work!!

[love_2003]

YEAH there married!!! You wrote it so beautifully and Buffy's little outburst at the end was funny. Can't wait for the next update.

[taralicious]

I am eternally grateful that you chose my birthday as the date for such a beautiful and moving ceremony which is really a celebration of the life made by Willow and Tara and the vows they exchanged.
To be facetious in any way would be to disrespect the reverent service so I shall just say "There's always one, isn't there?" and leave it at that.

[vampyregurl73]

Very nice wedding. The poems were sweet.

So which one gets to fall off a chair?

Buffy's faux pas was a giggle too.

[abarda]

So beautiful!
Buffy saying "Shalom" instead of "Mazal Tov" was funny. It was so Buffy's...

[Laragh]

leonhart17 –

Aww, they're so cute! I loved the wedding!

Glad you liked

And I LOVE that Buffy yelled during the ceremony because of the yelling! So funny!

Lol, it seemed like a Buffy moment. Glad you got a laugh!

Thanks for commenting (and kudos on the continuous dibs-getting!)

Zampsa1975 –

Really lovely wedding...

Glad you liked I had fun writing it.

Buffy’s yelling really made laugh...

Glad you could get a laugh

LonelyTara –

Denied the dibs...again, but with such a beautiful chapter it doesn't even matter!!

Aww shucks, thanks for the kind words

Sweet, delightful, tender...I am my beloved's and my beloved is mine. It's tattooed on my soul.

Glad you liked...I wanted to make their wedding special. I love that line too

Oh, and side note, drunkenly...it's just so...clunky...isn't it? Drunkly sweet, sweetly drunk, drunkenly sweet...

I like sweetly drunk. It flows nicely and it’s grammatically correct. Win!



Thanks for your feedback.

Alex_Vixen –

that was BEAUTIFUL DUDE!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I was sooo excited!! And considering that I hate weddings and all that kind of crap....IT WAS AWESOME!!!! You are a genius for that kind of things!!!!! you make it sound so sweet!! awww...

Lol I’m not one for the overly mushy (in real life, these guys have a mind of their own lol, they love the mushy ) so I’m glad you liked it!

and Buffy was super COOL!!! LOL!! It was SOOOOO Buffy!!!

Lol, I’m finding Buffy easier to write than I have before so I hope I can keep her in character!

Dude, you ROCK! Keep up with the good work!!

Thanks! And I’ll try

Thanks for commenting!

love_2003 –

YEAH there married!!!

I know, yay!

You wrote it so beautifully and Buffy's little outburst at the end was funny.

Glad you enjoyed it, I liked writing it

Can't wait for the next update.

Hope you enjoy!!

Thanks for commenting!

taralicious –

I am eternally grateful that you chose my birthday as the date for such a beautiful and moving ceremony which is really a celebration of the life made by Willow and Tara and the vows they exchanged.

Well I think it’s only fair that you get some kind of shout out since you’ve been such a loyal reader and reviewer on all my stories Glad you liked the wedding!

To be facetious in any way would be to disrespect the reverent service so I shall just say "There's always one, isn't there?" and leave it at that.

There’s always one...and it’s almost always Buffy

Thanks for your comment!

vampyregurl73 –

Very nice wedding. The poems were sweet.

Glad you liked Yea, I went through a few poems before I settled on those...There’s so many love poems out there that sound really sweet but I had no idea what they were actually saying lol.

So which one gets to fall off a chair?

Hmm, might have to avoid the chair-falling Don’t want their wedding ruined by a head injury

Buffy's faux pas was a giggle too.

Glad you got a giggle

Thanks for commenting!

abarda –

So beautiful!

Glad you liked

Buffy saying "Shalom" instead of "Mazal Tov" was funny. It was so Buffy's...

Lol it seemed like a Buffy moment. Glad you could get a laugh!

Thanks for your feedback!

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Update Directly Below

[Laragh]

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TITLE: Hacker Confidential

AUTHOR: Laragh

CHAPTER RATING: PG-13

DISCLAIMER: Willow, Tara and any other characters from the Buffy the Vampire Slayer franchise belong to Joss Whedon, FOX, ME and a whole host of other entities, none of which are me.

SUMMARY: AU, set in contemporary setting. A lot of W/T fluff and some semblance of a storyline.

SPOILERS: AU fic, so at most minor references or pieces of dialogue

FEEDBACK: Yes please

Chapter 32

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”Tara, we have to go in.”


“Shush, I’m kissing you.”


Willow sighed and let herself be kissed, her back against the wall outside their reception room, Tara pressing against her, her lips travelling between the redhead’s own lips and her neck.


“We’re like a couple of teenagers,” Willow said, moaning softly when the blonde latched onto a particularly sensitive spot on her neck, “Everyone’s gonna think we got lost on our way back from the ceremony.”


“They’ll understand,” Tara replied between kisses, softly grinding her hips into Willow’s, “That I need…some smoochie time…with my wife.”


Willow groaned and tilted her neck to the side.


“God, I love how that sounds. Say it again.”


“My wife.”


Willow moaned again and pulled the blonde’s lips back up to hers, kissing them fervently.


“We should at least go up to our room,” she said, pulling back after a moment, her hands going down to cup Tara’s ass, “We can’t keep kissing in the hallway.”


“Still talking,” Tara complained, her eyes closed as her lips covered Willow’s, “I said shush.”


Willow conceded and stopped talking, letting her hands squeeze the flesh beneath the fabric of Tara’s dress as their hips still grinded together softly. They stayed in that position, the blonde’s hands moving to cup the smaller girl’s cheek, deepening the kiss in the process until the double doors beside them swung open and Ira walked out, a look of shock on his face as he took in the scene before him.


The redhead was the first to notice him, her eyes having opened when she heard the doors opening and she pulled her hands back, using them to push Tara away from her. The taller girl was about to protest the stopping when she noticed Ira in the corner of her eye and jumped back, blushing.


“I was sent out as a search party,” Ira said, looking down slightly, “I, um, I’ll just inform everyone you’ll be in later.”


“No, Dad,” Willow replied, her face bright red, “We’ll, uh, be right in. Just got a little carried away.”


“Right,” Ira nodded, refusing to meet either girl's gazes, “We’ll see you in there.”


He went back into the room and Willow turned to Tara, shaking her head.


“I told you we should’ve gone up to the room.”


Tara threw her hands in the air defensively.


“How was I supposed to know your Dad was gonna walk out?”


Willow crossed her arms over her chest.


“Right outside the reception room? Anyone could’ve walked out.”


Tara took the redhead’s hand and kissed her knuckles.


“Can we please not have our first fight half an hour into our marriage?”


Willow got an apologetic look on her face and entwined hers and Tara’s hands.


“I’m sorry. Just kinda freaked ‘cause my Dad caught me groping my…wife. Hey, I was groping my wife. I have all the right in the world do that. We’re married now. That means I shouldn’t be getting embarrassed ‘cause we got caught smooching a little. We’re all legal and everything.”


Tara let out a small laugh, raising an eyebrow playfully.


“Is this your way of telling me you’re becoming an exhibitionist?”


“I dunno,” Willow grinned, “Does that excite you?”


“You excite me,” Tara grinned back and pulled the redhead too her once again.


Willow gave the blonde a quick, sweet kiss before pulling back.


“We better go in. You’re much too hard to resist when there’s no one around to stop me.”


“True. And we don’t want your Dad walking out to find us having sex.”


“Don’t tempt fate, Tara,” Willow replied with a shudder, “Just don’t tempt fate. You ready to go in there?”


Tara nodded and took the redhead’s hand as they walked through the double doors. Everyone turned from their various locations – some getting drinks from the small bar, some getting food from the buffet set up and some just standing or sitting and talking – when the couple walked in and clapped their arrival. Both girls blushed as Buffy came bounding over to them, a plate in one hand and dragging Angel along with the other.


“Hey, guys. I wanted you to meet Angel.”


The two girls shook hands with Angel and exchanged pleasantries as Buffy bounced around excitedly on the balls of her feet.


“Oh my god, the ceremony was so beautiful. I hope when I get married it can be half as nice as yours.”


Angel started coughing nervously at this and shifted from foot to foot uncomfortably. Buffy rolled her eyes.


“I wasn’t hinting, honey, but good to know where you’re at. Anyway, I’m sorry I messed up at the end. I was concentrating so hard on not saying ‘shalom’ that it just came out when I opened my mouth.”


Willow and Tara laughed and the redhead put her hand on Buffy’s arm reassuringly.


“Honestly, don’t worry about it. I’m the one who forgot her vows.”


“Your vows were perfect,” Tara interjected, smiling lovingly at her wife, “They were perfect.”


“Aww you guys are so cute,” Buffy said, smiling, “And this food is amazing. There’s like twelve different types of cheeses.”


“Buffy’s a fan of cheese,” Angel explained, “Kind of idolises it.”


“Hey, everyone needs a deity,” Willow replied with a laugh, “Cheese seems just as good as any.”


The three girls giggled for a moment before Willow pointed off to the left.


“Speaking of deities and religiousness in general…there’s Rabbi Goldstein. We should go thank him.”


“We should,” Tara agreed, “We’ll see you guys later? Enjoy the cheese, Buffy.”


“For sure,” Buffy nodded, “We have an early flight, but we’ll say goodbye before we leave.”


Willow and Tara left the other couple with a smile and walked over to the rabbi, who smiled at them warmly.


“Hello again. How are you both feeling?”


“Pretty damn good,” Willow replied, grinning at Tara, “We just wanted to thank you for everything. The ceremony was everything we wanted it to be.”


“It really was,” Tara added, “We’re so happy it was you that was presiding over it.”


“Married barely an hour and everything is already referred to as ‘we’,” the rabbi said with a laugh, making the couple laugh as well, “It was my pleasure. I’m glad I got to see you before I leave.”


“Oh, you’re going?” Willow asked, “You know you’re welcome to stay.”


“Thank you,” Rabbi Goldstein smiled, “But I have a bris to perform this evening. Normally I try not to double book but the parents were insistent that I do it, I’ve known the mother since she was a child herself.”


“Hectic life of a rabbi,” Willow joked, “Well, good luck with your bris. Thank you again.”


Tara reiterated her thanks as well and both girls shook the rabbi’s hand before he departed, stopping only briefly when Ira stopped him to shake his hand as well. The couple spent the next hour or so going around to each of their guests, thanking them for coming and chatting about the ceremony as Brian’s friend, Russell, who was DJ-ing kept a steady beat of songs playing until Ira picked up his glass and tapped his spoon against it, indicating he wanted to say something. Everyone took their seats and the DJ turned the music down to a low hum.


“Thank you,” Ira said, smiling to the small crowd of people in the room, “Those of you who don’t know me, I’m Willow’s father, Ira. I still can’t quite believe it’s my little girl’s wedding day. I…well… I haven’t always been the best father…in fact that’s probably quite an understatement. And that I’m here today, to celebrate the love my darling has found shows her capacity for forgiveness and I’m honoured I can be part of her life again, because I know I’m going to be a proper father this time.”


Ira paused a shared a look with Willow, who smiled at him lovingly.


“I was going to use this speech to welcome Tara to the family, but I think it’s quite evident that’s it’s the other way around in this case, that I’m being welcomed into theirs. In all my life, I could never imagine a better person for my Willow,” he paused again to look at Tara this time, “Your Willow. I see the love you both radiate when you’re around each other and it fills me with delight that my daughter is truly happy. I’d like to thank you, Tara for bringing the joy you do into Willow’s life and Willow, I’d like to thank you for making me the proudest father in the world. I’d also like to propose a toast to the happy couple, may their lives together be filled with the capacity to enjoy the good times, to get through the bad and to love each other always. To Willow and Tara.”


Everyone clapped and raised their glasses as they repeated the newlywed’s names, the loud sounds reverberating against the walls. When the sound died down, Willow took the opportunity to stand up, her own glass in her hand.


“Thank you, Dad. For everything you said. Your words actually reminded me of a story,” she started, grinning when she saw a slightly scared look on her wife’s face, “Don’t worry, honey, it’s not a bad one.”


Tara exhaled a sigh of relief and everyone laughed.


“It’s actually the first time Tara told me she loved me. We’d been dating only a couple of months and we were studying under this really big oak tree at the BC campus…”


***


“Want a bite?”


Tara turned her head away from her book she was reading from at the sound of her girlfriend’s voice from where she was lying on her stomach and shook her head at the apple being offered to her, before a shiver went through her body. Willow noticed and in barely seconds had taken her sweater off and was putting it over the blonde’s shoulders.


“Don’t be silly, Will,” Tara said, shrugging the sweater off and handing it back, “You only have a little t-shirt on, you’ll be cold.”


“You just shivered, therefore already are cold,” Willow countered, refusing to take the item of clothing back, “Anyway, I'm from California, I’m warm-blooded. I don’t need the sweater.”


“But-”


“Let me take care of my girl,” Willow interrupted with a warm smile, “Okay?”


Tara smiled and gratefully pulled the sweater on completely before leaning over and giving the redhead a loving kiss. It was at that moment she realised that she was giving her girlfriend a loving kiss because she was, in fact, in love with her. Upon that realisation, she pulled back, a surprised look on her face.


“What’s wrong?” Willow asked, off the look, “Do I have something in my teeth?”


“No, no. It’s just I…” Tara audibly swallowed as she tried to voice her newly-discovered though always-present feelings but found the fear of possible rejection made it impossible, “I just remembered I forgot to take a book back to the library.”


“Oh. Don’t worry about, I’m going later anyway. I’ll take it back for you.”


“Thanks.”


Tara smiled a weak smile, thinking she’d have to find a library book to give to the redhead as she turned back to her book, any attempts at study failing as her mind raced with only thoughts of somehow telling the redhead she loved her.


“Willow?” she tried after a few minutes, thinking she’d gotten the confidence.


“Uh huh?”


“I…I think you’ve got something in your hair,” the blonde kicked herself internally as she chickened out and picked out an invisible piece of lint from Willow’s hair, “Got it.”


“Thanks, baby.”


Willow smiled at her girlfriend before looking back at her Psychology of Gender textbook, the exam of which she had the following morning. She was just reading over the section of the media’s constructions of femininity and masculinity when a small piece of ripped notebook paper landed on her page. She picked it up and held it in front of her eyes, her breath catching in her throat when she read the three little words written on it.


She looked over at Tara who was seemingly engrossed in her textbook, but the redhead could see her whole body was tense and that she was breathing heavily, so she pushed her own book to the side and quietly lay down on her stomach beside her girlfriend.


“I love you, too.”


Tara’s head snapped around and Willow moved her own head forwards at the same time so their lips met tenderly. The blonde pulled back after a moment and looked the smaller girl in the eye.


“I just have to make sure…I didn’t just imagine that you said-”


“I love you,” Willow whispered, cutting Tara off, “I love you with all my heart.”


***


“That was the greatest day of my life,” Willow said as she finished telling the story, “At least until today it was. See, on that day, I knew that this beautiful, wonderful woman loved me. Today I know she’s gonna love me for the rest of our lives. And I’m gonna love her, too.”


Tara stood up at this and put her hands on the redhead’s neck as she kissed her with a tender passion and everyone clapped once again, smiles on their faces. When the newlyweds pulled apart, the DJ raised the music level slightly and started speaking into the microphone.


“Ladies and gentlemen, it’s time now for the father/daughter dance.”


Tara gave the smaller girl another quick kiss before sitting down and watching as she walked out to the dancefloor with Ira, her heart swelling with love as they began dancing to Heartland’s I Loved Her First.


Both Willow and Ira let the music and words accompanying them flow through them as they danced, both recognizing it as a pivotal moment in the rebuilding of their relationship and quietly allowing the moment to happen. When the song ended, Ira looked over to Tara and nodded at her in an indication to come over, taking her hand and putting it in Willow’s when she arrived.


Tara smiled at the gesture, almost akin to when Ira had given Willow away in the ceremony and squeezed the redhead’s hand before grabbing hold of her waist as the smaller girl’s arms went around her neck, their bodies swaying to the opening bars of The Script’s I’m Yours.


“I still have it, you know.”


“What?” Tara asked with a grin, “Your unyielding passion for me?”


“Well, yes,” Willow grinned back, “But I meant that piece of paper. The one you told me ‘I love you’ on. I keep it next to your picture in my wallet.”


“You do? Really? How come you never told me?”


“Dunno. But anytime I’m having a rough day, I open my wallet and there’s your smiling face telling me you love me. My day’s never rough after that.”


Tara smiled and twirled the redhead, looking around happily as she saw the other couples take to the dancefloor as well. They stayed dancing through the next few songs until Becky and Brian walked up to them, carrying a chair each and put them down in front of them. Becky nodded at the DJ and Willow grinned as she recognized Hava Nagila start to play, sitting in one of the chairs.


Tara sat in the other one and Brian pulled a handkerchief from his pocket, handing either end to the two girls as everyone else gathered around; Buffy, Becky, Ira and Brian hoisting Willow up as Alice, Jamie, Ben and Mr. Evans did the same with Tara.


“I’m so dizzy!” Willow yelled after a few minutes, giggling as she struggled to keep hold of the handkerchief, “This is so much fun!”


The song ended and the chairs were put back down on the floor. Willow went to stand but lost her footing; partly from clumsiness, partly from having been spun around in the air and ending up falling forwards, her head going into Tara’s lap.


“Jeez, Willow, you couldn’t wait until later?” Becky asked from the sidelines, grinning wickedly, “Or at least go up to your room?”


Willow raised her head and blushed as she saw everyone else staring down at her, giggling. Getting a defiant look in her eye she jumped up and sat on the blonde’s lap.


“You’re just all jealous that I get to be around her-”


“Music, Russell,” Tara yelled, cutting the redhead off before she finished her sentence, “Everybody, dance.”


Russell restarted the music, playing the Pointer Sister’s Jump (For My Love) and almost all the girl guests squealed and hit the dancefloor, while the boys, the ones that weren’t dragged to dance too, went to get more drinks or food. Willow swung her head around and looked at the blonde.


“I was gonna say around your smile.”


“No you weren’t,” Tara replied, but smiled anyway, blushing when her stomach rumbled, “I haven’t eaten since that apple.”


“Well then, let’s go get you some of that food we paid for,” Willow grinned, “’Cause, uh, you’re gonna need a lot of energy tonight.”


Tara grinned back and caught the redhead’s lips in a kiss for a few minutes before they went over to the buffet and got some food. Quite a few hours later, Willow and Tara having said their goodbyes to Buffy, Angel and Ira who were all leaving early the following morning with promises of seeing each other soon, the rest of the guests started to depart, until it was just the couple left, having a final dance together.


“This was the best day of my life,” Tara said, swaying to the music, “The absolute best.”


“It was,” Willow smiled, “It really was incredible.”


They danced silently for another minute until the song that was playing ended and Tara started leading them towards the door.


“Let’s go make it an incredible night.”

[leonhart17]

Dibs! Again! Aww I love it! I loved Ira's speech the best! And how cute they are! At least they didn't get caught having sex this time...

and oooh honeymoon! yay! (but do we have to wait all weekend? - I'm just kidding - I can be patient!)

[Zampsa1975]

Yay for excellent update-y goodness... I really liked Ira's speach... Willow and Tara sure have a tendency to be walked on... Can't wait for their private skin-on-skin celebrations...

[vampyregurl73]

Lovely wedding, Ira's speech was very sweet.

Woo and Hoo for marital bliss!

My ex's (who is Jewish) cousin got married, obviously I was there and Michelle fell off her chair. She said it was her balance, I think it was the champagne but it was probably a little of both!

Looking forward to the next chapter.

[FIRESIGN]

Excellent job! Can't wait to read more!

Keep up the great work!

FIRESIGN
aka Cin

[Alex_Vixen]

WOOOOOOOOOHOOOOOO!! UPDATE!!!!!!!

AWESOME party dude!!! Ira's speech was AWESOME!!

And Willow and Tara, it's true!! They seem to have a thing with being walk in on!! LOL!!!

I cant wait for the honeymoon!! I dont like weddings, I dont think I'll ever have one...but as sure as Hell I'll have a honeymoon!! LOL!!!!!!

[LonelyTara]

Well, I for one vote for more exhibitionism...then I can live it vicariously through them...LOL. What a beautiful reception! Their bliss, and the details of the party were lovely. Can't wait to see the honeymoon start!

[abarda]

Nice chapter. But now I'm too sleepy to comment, so I'll do it tomorrow.

[love_2003]

Great update. I love how Willow and Tara were acting like teenagers in the beginning. Ira's speech was good and I'm glad that Willow got to have a father/daughter dance.
Can't wait for the next update.

[taranwillow4ever]

Great chapter, It was beautiful and funny.

[taralicious]

“That I need…some smoochie time…with my wife.... “God, I love how that sounds. Say it again.”

Just like Wile E.Coyote introducing himself as Supergenius, "OOOOO, I like the sound of that. It just rolls off the tongue" and the train rams the shed he's in full of nitro-9 carrots.
Willow and Tara's night when they finally go up to the Honeymoon Suite will be no less explosive except neither will have to fall off a hundred foot cliff in the process.

“Still talking,” Tara complained, her eyes closed as her lips covered Willow’s, “I said shush.”

Willow is just so excited like the little girl who finds such an exquisitely wrapped present under the tree, if she weren't Jewish, and is so giddy with expressing how she gets to unwrap it that Willowbabble makes it presence known and needs to be punished. I'm thinking spanking but that's just me projecting like crazy again.

I was sent out as a search party,” Ira said, looking down slightly, “I, um, I’ll just inform everyone you’ll be in later.”

Laragh, what I admire most about your writing is that you have the uncanny ability of finding a new way for Willow and Tara to be embarassed by a loved one finding them in a compromising position.
Just when you go to the well and find it dry for ways to have someone walk in on them gettin' busy, a new gusher opens up and you tap the well of genius which is having Ira walk out and catch them gettin' busy against the wall of the ballroom.

“Is this your way of telling me you’re becoming an exhibitionist?”?...“I dunno,” Willow grinned, “Does that excite you?”

Yes, it excites me in more ways than there are words to express the levels to which I find that concept arousing and the fact that it arouses Tara makes ot even more arousing.

“Hey, everyone needs a deity,” Willow replied with a laugh, “Cheese seems just as good as any.”

People throughout the ages have worshiped all kinds of inanimate objects given the fact that they are always praising their god, especially in the bedroom.

I…well… I haven’t always been the best father

Ira really is a classy guy and modestly humble as well. What a beautiful speech from the heart.
That was a very moving usage of the narrative technique of combining musical cues to illustrate the symbolic dances of Willow metaphorically leaving her Father's house and making her own life with Tara.
There is a literary term for this practice but I'm buggered if I can think of it at the moment.

“Let’s go make it an incredible night.”

Soapy sudsy naked fun in the Jacuzzi with strategic positioning of the water jets, please, and full length mirrors on the ceiling, please.

[Laragh]

leonhart17 –

Dibs! Again!

You really are the dibs master.

Aww I love it! I loved Ira's speech the best!

Glad you liked Step 1 in his quest for redemption (even though Willow’s already forgiven him, I think he still feels he needs to redeem himself for himself)

And how cute they are! At least they didn't get caught having sex this time...

There’s still time Lol, no I think I’ve had them get walked in on enough for this fic. Then again, this time it wasn’t intentional, it just wrote that way so who knows what might happen?

and oooh honeymoon! yay! (but do we have to wait all weekend? - I'm just kidding - I can be patient!)

Your patience is appreciated And just to give you a little teaser, they have their wedding night now but I promise to show their proper honeymoon later in the story too!

Thanks for commenting!

Zampsa1975 –

Yay for excellent update-y goodness...

Yay, I got an excellent!!

I really liked Ira's speach...

Glad you liked! I wanted his somewhat self-effacing-ness to come across.

Willow and Tara sure have a tendency to be walked on...

Lol, that they do. At least in my fics

Can't wait for their private skin-on-skin celebrations...

Hope you enjoy!

Thanks for your comment!

vampyregurl73 –

Lovely wedding, Ira's speech was very sweet.

Glad you liked!

Woo and Hoo for marital bliss!

Marital bliss which I hope to continue to display!

My ex's (who is Jewish) cousin got married, obviously I was there and Michelle fell off her chair. She said it was her balance, I think it was the champagne but it was probably a little of both!

LOL

Looking forward to the next chapter.

Hope you enjoy it!

FIRESIGN –

Excellent job! Can't wait to read more!

Thanks Hope you enjoy!

Keep up the great work!

Thanks for the encouragement!

Thanks for commenting!

Alex_Vixen –

AWESOME party dude!!! Ira's speech was AWESOME!!

Glad you liked

And Willow and Tara, it's true!! They seem to have a thing with being walk in on!! LOL!!!

They’re so hot, people are just drawn to them lol.

I cant wait for the honeymoon!!

Ah, well official honeymoon has to be put on hold for moving, but they’ll get one don’t worry.

I dont like weddings, I dont think I'll ever have one...but as sure as Hell I'll have a honeymoon!! LOL!!!!!!

I don’t like weddings either lol. I love the idea of marriage, just not the actual wedding. Is that weird? ;p

Thanks for your feedback.

LonelyTara –

Well, I for one vote for more exhibitionism...then I can live it vicariously through them...

Lol, how many times can one couple get walked in on?

What a beautiful reception! Their bliss, and the details of the party were lovely. Can't wait to see the honeymoon start!

Glad you liked and hope you enjoy the story as it continues!

Thanks for commenting!

abarda –

Nice chapter. But now I'm too sleepy to comment, so I'll do it tomorrow.

Lol, sleep is important! Glad you liked the chapter though.

Thanks for commenting!

love_2003 –

Great update. I love how Willow and Tara were acting like teenagers in the beginning. Ira's speech was good and I'm glad that Willow got to have a father/daughter dance.

Glad you liked I thought it was important for them to share that (Willow/Ira that is lol)

Can't wait for the next update.

Hope you enjoy it!

Thanks for your feedback!

taranwillow4ever –

Great chapter, It was beautiful and funny.

I’m really glad you liked it!

Thanks for commenting!

taralicious –

Just like Wile E.Coyote introducing himself as Supergenius, "OOOOO, I like the sound of that. It just rolls off the tongue" and the train rams the shed he's in full of nitro-9 carrots.
Willow and Tara's night when they finally go up to the Honeymoon Suite will be no less explosive except neither will have to fall off a hundred foot cliff in the process.

The only falling with be under each other’s spells!

Willow is just so excited like the little girl who finds such an exquisitely wrapped present under the tree, if she weren't Jewish, and is so giddy with expressing how she gets to unwrap it that Willowbabble makes it presence known and needs to be punished. I'm thinking spanking but that's just me projecting like crazy again.

Lol, projection is good. You know I think I’ve (again, inadvertently lol) included light spanking in a good few of my other stories...the whole student/teacher one in Lessons In Love comes to mind lol)

Laragh, what I admire most about your writing is that you have the uncanny ability of finding a new way for Willow and Tara to be embarassed by a loved one finding them in a compromising position.
Just when you go to the well and find it dry for ways to have someone walk in on them gettin' busy, a new gusher opens up and you tap the well of genius which is having Ira walk out and catch them gettin' busy against the wall of the ballroom.

There’s always opportunity to get walked in on lol. Against walls, in beds, by friends, by family...so many variables

Yes, it excites me in more ways than there are words to express the levels to which I find that concept arousing and the fact that it arouses Tara makes ot even more arousing.

That’s a lot of arousal. I agree though, exhibitionist W/T is hot.

People throughout the ages have worshiped all kinds of inanimate objects given the fact that they are always praising their god, especially in the bedroom.

The eleventh commandment should really be ‘thou shall not take my name in vain, nor shout it at the heights of pleasure’

Ira really is a classy guy and modestly humble as well. What a beautiful speech from the heart.
That was a very moving usage of the narrative technique of combining musical cues to illustrate the symbolic dances of Willow metaphorically leaving her Father's house and making her own life with Tara.
There is a literary term for this practice but I'm buggered if I can think of it at the moment.

Lol, I’m glad you liked the changes of music. I toyed with exactly which songs to play for a long time but I thought the ones that ended up in the chapter worked well.

Soapy sudsy naked fun in the Jacuzzi with strategic positioning of the water jets, please, and full length mirrors on the ceiling, please.

Lol @ ceiling mirrors. I always thought it would be so weird to watch yourself having sex. Suppose the same could be said of video cameras though

Thanks for all your feedback!

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[Laragh]

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TITLE: Hacker Confidential

AUTHOR: Laragh

CHAPTER RATING: NC-17

DISCLAIMER: Willow, Tara and any other characters from the Buffy the Vampire Slayer franchise belong to Joss Whedon, FOX, ME and a whole host of other entities, none of which are me.

SUMMARY: AU, set in contemporary setting. A lot of W/T fluff and some semblance of a storyline.

SPOILERS: AU fic, so at most minor references or pieces of dialogue

FEEDBACK: Yes please

AUTHOR'S NOTE: Hello! Okay, so I'm shamelessly self-promoting a new fic I've just started posting, Close Quarters. Check it out (if you want!) and let me know what you think.

Chapter 33

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Previously:

They danced silently for another minute until the song that was playing ended and Tara started leading them towards the door.


“Let’s go make it an incredible night.”

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Tara put the electronic key card in the door and opened it, walking into the palatial room with Willow on her heels.


“This is it...” Willow said as she took in her surroundings, her gaze falling onto the huge king-sized bed with crisp white linen and red rose petals making the shape of a heart on top. On the nightstand there was an ice bucket with a bottle of champagne and two glasses beside it, “Where we’re spending our first night as a married couple...”


“It is,” Tara nodded, still looking around in awe until her gaze settled on the bed and its surrounding area as well, “Wow.”


Willow smiled for a moment, then walked over to the nightstand and opened the drawer, where she had hidden the item she was looking for, having snuck up to the room under the pretence of going to the bathroom earlier that evening. She put her hand in and her fingers landed on the rectangular shaped box, which she pulled out and turned back to Tara.


“Happy wedding day,” she said shyly, handing her the small box.


Tara’s face lit up and she pulled the end of the ribbon on top of the box, undoing it before she lifted the top off, revealing a simple silver chain that had three small, silver hearts hanging on the end each with a letter engraved in black on it.


“TRM,” she read aloud, mulling over the letters in her brain, “TRM…Tara Rosenberg-Maclay?”


“Yea,” Willow nodded with a smile, “I didn’t want to give it to you until you officially were Tara Rosenberg-Maclay.”


“It’s beautiful,” Tara replied, taking it from its box and tracing the letters with her finger, “Will you put it on me?”


Willow took the piece of jewellery from Tara’s hands and turned the blonde around, brushing her hair off to one side as she brought the necklace around her neck and fastened it, before placing a series of light kisses the taller girl’s exposed shoulder. Tara tilted her neck to give the redhead more access for a few moments before turning back around to face her wife.


“I got you something, too,” she said quietly, sitting the smaller girl down on the bed and going over to the overnight bags that Alice had delivered to the room in advance. She opened her one, pulling out a small, leather-bound book and sat next to the other girl, “Happy wedding day to you, too.”


Willow looked at the book, the word ‘us’ engraved in gold lettering on the front and opened it, her heart swelling as she realised it was a book of photographs, each page having a glossy picture of the two of them printed on it. She flicked through it, the photos starting from when they first met right up until one that had been taken just a few weeks previously.


“Thank you,” she said as she closed the book and held it to her chest, “I love it. I love you.”


“I love you, too,” Tara replied, cupping the redhead’s cheek, “Mrs. Rosenberg-Maclay.”


Willow smiled and nuzzled the blonde’s nose with her own for a second before capturing her lips passionately. The blonde responded eagerly and turned her head to bring their mouth’s closer together as the smaller girl’s hand went to Tara’s back.


“Let’s get you out of that dress,” she murmured into the kiss.


“Okay…” Tara replied, somewhat shiftily, pulling away, “But, um, could you be careful?”


Willow retracted her hand and looked at the taller girl, almost scared.


“Did I…have I hurt you before? Oh god, if I hurt you, I’m so-”


“Oh no, no,” Tara shook her head frantically, trying to reassure her wife, “Willow, never. I was just worried about the dress.”


“The…the dress…?” Willow asked in confusion.


“I just didn’t want it ending up on a heap in the floor like our clothes normally do when we get swept up…it’s just well, you know…it’s my wedding dress.”


Willow nodded her head and smiled in relief and understanding, before standing them both up, unzipping the blonde’s dress, taking it off of her and hanging it carefully on one of the chairs in the room, leaving Tara in just matching white lace bra and panties.


“Keeping the white theme going, huh?” she asked, raking her eyes over her wife’s form, “White’s supposed to be virginal, you know. And you’re no virgin.”


“You made sure of that,” Tara said with a soft giggle before tilting the smaller girl’s head upwards and kissing her lips softly.


Tara went about removing the redhead’s dress too, hanging it over her own when she got in off, impressively without breaking the kiss. Both in just their underwear, she walked them towards the bed, crawling on top of the smaller girl as they scooted up the bed, Willow resting her head on the pillows. The blonde settled her thigh between her wife’s legs, smiling into the kiss when she felt arousal beginning to seep through her panties already.


“You’re wet,” she said in a playful accusatory manner, pulling back from the kiss just a bit.


“I’m making love with my wife,” Willow replied, tucking a piece of hair behind Tara’s ear, “My wife who arouses me beyond belief. I’m very wet.”


Tara got a shy smile on her face and leant back down to resume their kiss, nibbling on the redhead’s bottom lip before sucking it into her mouth. Willow moaned and used one hand to squeeze her wife’s ass while the other went to unhook her bra. After several minutes of unsuccessful fumbling, she pulled away from the kiss, frustrated.


“Why...? I can’t... I mean, I’ve never not been able to get your bra off and-”


“It unhooks upwards,” Tara cut the redhead off before she went into full blown babble-mode, with smiling eyes, “Not across.”


Willow blushed and pushed the hook upwards, finally freeing it. She let the fabric fall off the blonde’s shoulders and threw it across the room.


“In years to come, when you look back and remember how we made hot, passionate love on our wedding night, can you please forget how I momentarily transformed into a teenage boy and couldn’t unhook your bra?”


“Forgotten,” Tara grinned, sitting back and pulling her lover up as well to divest her of her bra before pushing the redhead back down and picking up the bottle of champagne beside them, “Want some?”


Willow nodded silently and watched as the blonde slowly, sensually untwisted the wire restraint from the bottle, before pointing it away from them and popping the cork with considerable skill, not spilling any of the alcohol. She then picked up one of the glasses and filled it with a mouthful of champagne, swilling it around the glass for a moment before slowly tipping it into her mouth and leaning down again, covering the smaller girl’s mouth with her own.


Willow felt the sweet liquid explode across her taste buds and flow down her throat as Tara’s tongue expertly danced between her lips. Feeling like her own tongue was effervescing in the most delightful of ways; she rolled them over so she was on top and pulled back, breathing heavily and poured another glass of champagne.


Tara waited in anticipation, thinking the redhead was going to do the same thing she had and was so surprised when instead, the glass was tipped upside down and onto her chest, the cold liquid shocking her senses as Willow’s tongue instantly descending to lap it up. She arched her back and moaned when she felt the flesh of her breast being sucked into her lover’s mouth.


“Mmhh…Willow…that’s…don’t stop…”


Willow slowly released the flesh in her mouth until it was only Tara’s nipple she was sucking on and began to nibble the hardened peak, making the blonde squirm beneath her. After a few minutes of concentrated attention there, she started to move across the taller girl’s chest, dipping her head lower momentarily to lick some stray beads of champagne that had run down Tara’s stomach. She was just about to latch onto the taller girl’s other breast when she found their positions swiftly reversed once again.


“I told you I liked being on top,” Tara growled before sitting back between Willow’s legs and dragging her panties off her body, “And I love your beautiful body.”


Tara ran her hands all over the redhead’s body for a few moments, during which time Willow managed to divest the blonde of her panties as well, before settling her body fully atop the smaller girl and kissing her enthusiastically.


The redhead cupped the taller girl’s head as she responded just as eagerly until both had to pull away, lungs burning in need of oxygen and Tara started kissing down Willow’s chest and stomach, her hands coming up to squeeze her breasts.


“Tara…” Willow moaned as the blonde dipped her tongue in and out of her bellybutton, “Oh baby…”


Tara dipped her tongue a couple more times before continuing her downward kissing, arriving at red curls in just a few seconds, letting her tongue glide into the copious arousal there.


“Oh god…oh yes…!”


Willow’s eyes rolled back into her head when she felt her wife’s warm tongue run along her most sensitive of spots and let the pleasure radiating through her body consume her for a few moments before realising it would only take a couple more minutes before she succumbed entirely to the intense feelings coursing through her. With that thought in mind, she pulled Tara back up to her and kissed her ardently.


“Together,” she moaned into the kiss, trailing her hand between their bodies and cupping the blonde’s mound.


Tara groaned as she felt the redhead’s fingers run along her lips and put one hand flat on the bed next to Willow’s head to steady herself, while the other slipped between their bodies, her thumb and forefinger pinching the smaller girl’s clit lightly, her hips rocking forwards in an attempt to get her lover’s fingers lower.


“Please be inside me,” she groaned after a minute when the redhead kept up her teasing strokes, “Please.”


Willow used her spare hand to cup her wife’s cheek and dragged two fingers down to circle her entrance. She opened her mouth to say something but the blonde pre-empted what she was going to say and spoke first.


“I’ll keep my eyes open.”


Willow smiled and let their lips meet softly as she pushed her fingers inside, feeling herself being entered as well a few seconds later. They both moved slowly in and out of each other, building the tension in an unhurried manner, meeting for a kiss every few seconds.


“You’re so beautiful,” Tara whispered reverently as she looked down into her wife’s shimmering green orbs, “You’re absolutely breathtaking.”


“I love you,” Willow replied, in a similar low tone, though a lot more throaty as she felt herself near the edge, “I love you more than – ugh.”


The redhead cut herself off with a sharp gasp and gave a barely-noticeable nod, indicating she wanted the first time they tumbled into the abyss as a married couple to be together. Tara understood and nodded as well and with one final thrust of both her fingers and her hips, watched Willow’s eyes glaze over and felt her whole body explode beneath her.


She matched the guttural sounds coming from her wife’s mouth as they convulsed and contracted together, never breaking their eyelock until both breathed a loud sigh as their bodies finally calmed down. Tara rolled off and Willow was about to whimper at the loss of contact when an arm was thrown across her stomach and soft blonde hair was resting beneath her chin.


“I think I can definitely get used to married sex,” she said after a moment, the mirth obvious in her voice, “Definitely.”


Tara giggled and cuddled in closer.


“Good. ‘Cause you’ve got a partner for life.”

[LonelyTara]

Dibs--back to comment in a bit! Sorry for the delay, had to wait till I got home for NC-17 goodness--hee! This was a beautiful moment, I hope one of many (hint hint wink wink) on this wonderful wedding night. Loving the new fic too so far!!

[leonhart17]

Aww, they're so cute! and freaking hot! love the married sex!

(You beat me because I was reading it! )

[Zampsa1975]

Yay for excellent update-y goodness... Wow.... That's pretty much all I can say... They sure enjoy their newly found hobby, marital sex...