Hacker Confidential [AU] (Complete)

[leonhart17]

it is damn sexy when Tara speaks French! That was hot... I'm sure I could come up with more to say, but my brain is a puddle at the moment...

Great chapter! Can't wait to see what they get up to in France

[Cyteach]

Ooh, Paris! I was waiting for this since you first mentioned it, many many moons ago

I'm really looking forward to seeing some of the girls' forrays into the city--I need to live vicariously through them!

I agree, Tara's speaking French would be oh so SEXY...

I've always had the notion that there are just not enough cards out there for certain things--and there is definitely a gap in the market for this situation: "Thank you, Dad, for the lovely trip to Paris for our honeymoon. We made good use of every availble surface, and the room was HUGE!"

Can't wait for the next update! Great job, as always

[Zampsa1975]

Yay for another excellent update-y goodness... Those two horndogs can't seem to keep their hands off each other ... Can't wait for the rest of their smutt-y, yummy honeymoon... I wonder on what Paris landmark they unleash their hornyness next time...

[Promthea128]

Qu est le metro?

Hands down, best line.

[LonelyTara]

Just when I thought Tara couldn't get sexier...she speaks romantic, luscious French too?! I'm looking forward to Friday!

[taralicious]

“We have to get Dad the nicest thank-you card,”

They need to get Ira one of those thank-you cards with the voicechip inside which they can record Michelle's voice telling Ira that she doesn't half fancy him and would like to get it together.

“You’re so sexy when you have your French accent on,”

Tara speaking French with that sultry smirk and that raised eyebrow; she's so damn hot I'm surprised she didn't set off the sprinkler system in the room.

“Je te veux nue et dans le lit, s'il te plaît...
I want you naked and in bed, please.”

Ah yes, lessons in practical conversational French; these are the kinds of phrases I wished I had learned more of taking French in Junior High and High School when I was a teenager but the inistructors and the students have very different priorities when it come to using a foreign tongue.

believe you wanted me...on my knees?”

They eased each others aching clits without having to plead although neither is too proud to beg but that is the kind of Temptations which are so fun and fulfilling to give in to.

“Oh Tara...you look like a goddess.”

It's only fitting that she do so since she is the living embodiment of divine pulchritude.

“Your breasts are...heavenly.”

Now I see Tara dressed up as Lucky the Leprechaun because her breasts are magically delicious; in my fantasies and in real life or so Willow has revealed.
On a personal note: thank you for the honeymoon smut on my birthday. Best...Present...Ever.

[Finey_McFine]

So many things to be thankful for today, but I have to say...Tara speaking french is now #1 on my list!

[love_2003]

Loved the updates. Tara was quick on her feet to think of asking that lady about her earrings so Willow could sneak out of the bathroom. Glad that they made it safely to Paris. I also agree with Willow that Tara speaking French is sexy.

[Laragh]

BuffyFan4ever –

Great chapter. Loved Tara speaking French.

Yay, glad you liked!!

Tara's great at putting thing in perspective.

One of her many, many talents

Can't wait to see more of their trip.

Hope you enjoy!

Thanks for commenting!

leonahart17 –

it is damn sexy when Tara speaks French!

Isn’t it just?

That was hot... I'm sure I could come up with more to say, but my brain is a puddle at the moment...

I caused a brain puddle? Yay!

Great chapter! Can't wait to see what they get up to in France

Hope you enjoy!

Thanks for your comment!

Cyteach –

Ooh, Paris! I was waiting for this since you first mentioned it, many many moons ago

It has been a while lol. I’m happy I’m finally here!

I'm really looking forward to seeing some of the girls' forrays into the city--I need to live vicariously through them!

There’s a little actual-vacation skipping, because my first-hand knowledge of Paris is exactly nothing, but I hope you enjoy what I do have!

I agree, Tara's speaking French would be oh so SEXY...

She does it on a nightly basis in my head now

I've always had the notion that there are just not enough cards out there for certain things--and there is definitely a gap in the market for this situation: "Thank you, Dad, for the lovely trip to Paris for our honeymoon. We made good use of every availble surface, and the room was HUGE!"

Card companies are missing out on so many niche markets...

Can't wait for the next update! Great job, as always

Hope you enjoy and thanks!

Thanks for your feedback!!

Zampsa1975 –

Those two horndogs can't seem to keep their hands off each other...

Who could blame them?

Can't wait for the rest of their smutt-y, yummy honeymoon... I wonder on what Paris landmark they unleash their hornyness next time...

Lol, they don’t want to get arrested for public indeceny on their honeymoon They may have to limit themselves to their bed!

Thanks for commenting!

Promthea128 –

Hands down, best line.

Lol, glad you liked!

Thanks for your comment!

LonelyTara –

Just when I thought Tara couldn't get sexier...she speaks romantic, luscious French too?!

Tara has only one direction of sexiness and it is continuously upwards.

I'm looking forward to Friday!

Hope you enjoy!

Thanks for your feedback!

taralicious –

They need to get Ira one of those thank-you cards with the voicechip inside which they can record Michelle's voice telling Ira that she doesn't half fancy him and would like to get it together.

He’s gonna figure it out all on his own very soon!

Tara speaking French with that sultry smirk and that raised eyebrow; she's so damn hot I'm surprised she didn't set off the sprinkler system in the room.

I’m sure she’s done that in the past a few times!

Ah yes, lessons in practical conversational French; these are the kinds of phrases I wished I had learned more of taking French in Junior High and High School when I was a teenager but the inistructors and the students have very different priorities when it come to using a foreign tongue.

These are the phrases, I could use, not ‘that is a river’ or something equally benign.

They eased each others aching clits without having to plead although neither is too proud to beg but that is the kind of Temptations which are so fun and fulfilling to give in to.

They know what they want and give and take eagerly!

It's only fitting that she do so since she is the living embodiment of divine pulchritude.

She is the picture perfect human version of an angel.

Now I see Tara dressed up as Lucky the Leprechaun because her breasts are magically delicious; in my fantasies and in real life or so Willow has revealed.

I presume in this fantasy Tara’s breasts are all on show? ‘Cause they are in mine!

On a personal note: thank you for the honeymoon smut on my birthday. Best...Present...Ever.

You’re very welcome and belated Happy Birthday!

Thanks for your feedback!

Finey_McFine –

So many things to be thankful for today, but I have to say...Tara speaking french is now #1 on my list!

Lol, Tara’s always #1 on my list!

Thanks for your comment!

love_2003 –

Loved the updates. Tara was quick on her feet to think of asking that lady about her earrings so Willow could sneak out of the bathroom.

That girl definitely has cunning linguistic skills!

Glad that they made it safely to Paris. I also agree with Willow that Tara speaking French is sexy.

Safe and sound! Tara is certainly the sexiest lol

Thanks for commenting!!

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Update Directly Below

[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: Okay, so I've never been to Paris, hence the little bit of time-skipping here, so I'm working kinda blind in what I do include so if there's any gaping holes, let me know and I'll fix! Again, a big special thank you to a certain kitten for helping me with the translations!

Chapter 78

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They were walking the streets of Paris, hand-in-hand.


Tara was pointing out small bookshops and cafe’s that only someone who had walked the streets many times before would know. There was a loving feel in the air as other pairs walked the streets with them, sometimes acknowledging each others’ presence with a small wave, but most often the couples of all descriptions were too engrossed in one another to notice that anything but the streets surrounding them were even present.


Willow dreamed of the past four days they’d been doing just that, of the non-tourist attraction sites she’d been showed by her wife; of being amazed by the painting and collections in the Louvre; of standing under the Arc de Triomphe and feeling so small in comparison; of visiting the Pantheon and seeing Foucault's Pendulum, learning of its importance to France and the world; of going to Notre Dame, quietly observing the fine sculptures and mystical stained glass, of standing on one of the many bridges and kissing as if their life had been transformed into a 1950’s black and white movie.


She relived their days in her slumber as she waited for the next to arrive, waited for the next wonderful day and the things she would see, the experiences she would have, all with Tara by her side, doing everything and anything together.


She dreamed of the beautiful architecture and the wonderful food and how beautiful Tara looked in the soft moonlight of the most romantic city in the world.


All of those images and feelings replayed in her mind until –


“Oh fuck!”


Willow jerked forwards as she awoke abruptly, the feeling of Tara’s fingers sliding through her core and hitting against her clit having swiftly pulled her away from her sleep and by the amount of wetness she could feel pooled in her center, the blonde had been teasing her slumbering form for a while.


“You like that?” Tara asked sensually, both of them lying on their sides, with Willow’s back to Tara’s front.


Tara had awoken from the sunlight streaming in through the windows and after watching her wife sleep for a while, temptation had gotten the better of her and she had started her amorous attempts to wake the redhead too.


“I...I don’t...”


Willow gasped her words out, her body very awake but her mind still trying to catch up and Tara cooed softly in her ear.


“Shush, honey,” she whispered, kissing the smaller girl’s neck, “Just lie back into me and feel.”


Willow may have been still slightly hazy about what exactly was going on, but she was never one to deny Tara anything and sank back into her so they were in a spooning position, the blonde’s hand still exploring her wetness. She moaned when two fingers started circling her clit over and over again and let out a sharp gasp when those fingers moved down and entered her.


“Ugh...Tara...”


“You feel so good, Willow...” Tara moaned back as she thrust her fingers in and out.


Willow moved her hips in time with her wife’s thrusts and moved her hand down to cover the blonde’s, controlling her movements and making her thrust inside her deeper.


“Oh yes...”


Tara moaned a response as she started grinding her hips into Willow’s ass, the sensation of her lover helping her make love to the redhead turning her on beyond belief.


“Oh god, faster.”


Willow groaned, using her hand again to pump Tara’s fingers faster inside her and delighting in the feel of her wife’s wetness leaving a trail on her ass as the blonde’s moans got throatier and louder in her ear.


“Willow...I’m-”


“Aah! Oh god, right there...Me...I’m...”


Both sets of eyes were shut tightly as soft moaning and grunting filled the room, Tara resting her chin on Willow’s shoulder so they were cheek to cheek until, with one last thrust of both the blonde’s hips and her fingers, they both stiffened and called out each other’s names.


“Willow!”


“Tara!”


Willow clutched the hand she had around Tara’s tightly as she convulsed and felt the blonde curl her toes against the back of her shin until they both exhaled a long breath of air and relaxed their bodies into the bed at the same time, Willow pulling Tara out of her gently.


“That was...that was...” Willow breathed after a moment, “Some wake-up call.”


“Mmhh, couldn’t resist your beautiful, naked body when I woke up next to it,” Tara replied lazily before moving to whisper in her wife’s ear, “Happy Anniversary.”


Willow’s face lit up as she suddenly remembered what day it was and turned in the blonde’s arms, tracing a finger down the side of her face and smiling.


“Happy Anniversary.”


She leaned in, Tara meeting her half-way as their lips caressed each other softly and slowly for several long moments.


“I can’t believe I’ve been kissing those lips for five years,” Willow grinned when they separated, “I think that makes me the luckiest girl in the world.”


Tara nuzzled their noses together for a moment.


“I love you.”


Willow smiled and leant in again, their kiss soft and sweet.


“I know,” she replied sincerely, “I love you too.”


They spent the next few minutes just gazing into each other’s eyes, grinning like two people in love do when they’re around each other until Willow broke the silence with a happy sigh.


“So what are all these wonderful plans you have for us today?”


Tara ran her fingers along the redhead’s back and grinned.


“Well, first I’m taking you to that cafe near where I used to live for coffee. Remember the one I told you about? And then after... you’ll just have to wait and see.”


“Tease,” Willow replied and was about to stick out her tongue when her stomach rumbled loudly, making her blush, “That cafe has amazing croissants, right?”


“It does indeed,” Tara laughed, going in for another quick kiss before throwing the covers off of them, sitting up and swinging her legs off the bed, “I’m gonna go shower.”


“Mmhh, can I join?”


Tara looked back over her shoulder and grinned.


“Will you be good?”


Willow bit her lip and shrugged.


“I can try.”


Tara seemed to accept that and took the redhead’s hand, pulling her off the bed and leading them both into the bathroom, where she opened the door to the shower and turned it to a warm temperature.


“After you,” she said, gesturing for Willow to step in and followed her when she did, closing the door behind them, “The water’s nice.”


“You’re nicer,” Willow grinned, squirting some soap into her hands, “Much nicer.”


Tara sighed softly as the redhead began washing her body, paying particular attention to her breasts and butt, but on the whole, being good and Tara started washing her wife’s hair, running her hands through the thick locks until they were squeaky clean.


“Switch,” she said quietly when the shampoo ran out of Willow’s hair and the soap washed off her body.


They switched positions so Tara was under the stream of water and the smaller girl started washing the blonde’s hair, just like her wife had for her, while her body was washed as well.


When they were finished their hands found their way to each other’s waists and they kissed quietly under the water for a few minutes, enjoying the closeness.


“I’m getting wrinkly,” Willow giggled when they broke apart, holding up her fingers to demonstrate.


“I think that means it’s time to get out,” Tara giggled back, turning off the water.


Willow stepped out of the shower and grabbed two towels, handing one to her wife as she wrapped the other around her body and walked back into the hotel room and to the small closet area where some of their clothes were hanging up.


“Can you hand me my red skirt?” Tara asked as she ruffled through the drawers in the desk for some underwear.


“This one?” Willow asked, holding up the garment in question.


Tara nodded and Willow handed it over before kissing the blonde softly on the cheek, then went about getting herself ready for whatever delights her wife had planned for the day until they were both finished and set out to leave the hotel.


“Wait right here,” Tara said suddenly as they walked through the lobby.


She walked over to the concierge desk and smiled as she saw the same man she’d spoken to the day before about arranging some things.


“Miss Tara, I have what you asked for right here,” he said, going under the desk and producing a picnic basket, handing it over the desk to her, “I hope you enjoy your day.”


“Merci, Jean-Luc,” Tara smiled, taking the basket and holding it with one arm as she made her way back to Willow.


“What’s in the basket?” Willow enquired as soon as she returned; trying to sneak a peek inside, but the blonde batted her away.


“I told you, you have to wait and see.”


Willow started to pout but Tara just took her hand and looked at her in that sweet-as-pie, adoring way that made the redhead melt.


“I’ll wait. As long as you want me to.”


Tara smiled and starting walking them out of the hotel and through some of the side streets of Paris. She remembered the city well and the cafe she wanted to take Willow to was close by, as well as being only a few streets away from where she planned for them to spend the rest of the day.


“How is it possible that everything can be so beautiful?” Willow breathed as they walked along the cobbled streets, “I mean, both Boston and Buffalo have their places, definitely, but everywhere in Paris is just...”


“Breathtaking,” Tara finished, “I know. I know I only lived here for a few months, but trust me; it’s not something you ever get used to.”


“Oh I know. I’ve become quite accustomed to being surrounded by constant beauty,” Willow replied, meeting the blonde’s gaze so she knew she was talking about her, “It still blows me away.”


Tara leant over and kissed the top of her wife’s head.


“Thank you,” she whispered, her eyes shining with unshed tears of pure happiness.


The couple shared a quiet moment, staring at each other as they strolled; anyone walking towards them having to take the initiative to move out of the way as they were too lost to be wary.


Their eyelock only broke when they came to the end of the street they were walking on and Tara pulled them to the left, pointing to a building just ahead that a black awning was stretched out from it.


“It’s just down here. See?”


“And you used to come here a lot?” Willow asked, pleased that she got to learn more about what Tara had done when she had lived in the city; seeing the same places being much better than just having it described over the phone.


“At least once a day,” Tara answered, smiling at the memory, “They do the best coffee in Paris and that’s saying something. It used to be run by this little old lady, she always gave me free pastries. She must’ve been in her nineties, but she still scurried around the place. I hope I have that must energy when I’m her age.”


Willow peered in the window as they arrived outside the cafe, it was littered with people drinking and eating, a sight she had gotten used to as it was the scene at almost every cafe in Paris and there was one table left outside, with two chairs. Tara turned to her wife and smiled.


“Perfect.”


Tara moved to the table and pulled one of the seats out for Willow to sit in.


“Thank you,” Willow replied, sitting down and was about to say something else when a voice from behind got there first.


“Tara?”


Tara turned, her face lighting up when she saw the same older woman she’d just been talking about looking at her as if she’d seen a ghost.


“Madame Babineaux!” she greeted, going over to embrace the older women, kissing her on both cheeks.


“Mon Dieu, Tara! Est-ce vraiment toi?”


“C’est moi,” Tara grinned.


“Que fais-tu ici? Comment vas-tu ?”


“Ça va bien, merci. Et toi? C'est ma lune de miel.”


Madame Babineaux turned, her eyes wide, pointing at the redhead, who had been looking on, their conversation meaning nothing to her.


“Willow?” she asked, which made Willow’s eyebrows rise as she hadn’t heard her name being mentioned in their exchange.


“Oui,” Tara nodded, smiling, “Elle ne parle pas français.”


Much to Willow’s surprise the woman came over and threw her arms around her in a warm hug.


“Ah, Willow,” she said in clipped, but good English, pulling back, “Tara tells me many stories about you. And you get married, wonderful! I always see such love in her eyes.”


“I love her, too,” Willow replied, the older woman’s affection warming her heart, “Your cafe is lovely.”


“Oh, merci,” Madame Babineaux smiled, before turning to Tara, “Café au lait et croissants, oui?”


Tara nodded again and Madame Babineaux scurried off, a big smile plastered all over her face.


“Well, she’s friendly,” Willow giggled.


“Isn’t she?” Tara asked, finally taking her seat, “I’m so glad she still works here, she was a real friend when I lived here. Told me how to get around when I first got here and told me all about her family. It was thanks to her that my French improved so much.”


“And you, ah, talked about me?” Willow asked, leaning forwards and resting her chin on her palm.


“But of course,” Tara grinned, “I had to tell her all about mon bel amante waiting for me back in the US.”


Willow thought about the sentence but only understood the ‘mon’ part


“Your...?”


Tara lifted her foot, clad only in thin flat shoes, and ran it along the redhead’s calf.


“Beautiful lover.”


Willow blushed just as Madame Babineaux came back with a circular tray, placing a coffee and a small plate with a croissant in front of each girl. Tara reached for her wallet but was met by Madame Babineaux shaking her hands.


“Your money is no good here,” she smiled, making a conscious effort to speak in English so Willow would understand too, “I must work, but say goodbye before you leave, yes?”


“Of course,” Tara smiled, reaching out and taking one of the older woman’s hands in hers, giving it a squeeze, “Merci pour tout.”


Madame Babineaux squeezed back, before taking her hand and putting it over her heart before moving off again when another customer beckoned her over.


“You weren’t kidding about her energy,” Willow commented, watching the older woman move, “When my Bubbe was that old, all she did was sit in her armchair and yell at the TV.”


“She’s definitely one of a kind,” Tara replied, smiling over her shoulder before taking a sip of her coffee.


Willow just nodded, then picked up her croissant, her eyes closing and an errant moan escaping her lips as she chewed and swallowed the pastry, the rich, buttery flavour exploding on her tastebuds.


“I thought I was the only one who could make you moan like that,” Tara said as she watched the redhead, a small grin on her lips.


“You are,” Willow replied, without missing a beat, “This isn’t a person. It’s a delicious pastry. I think it’s the most perfect pastry ever baked.”


“Told you,” Tara replied, picking up her own croissant, the delicious taste making her murmur a sound of delight as well, “It’s so hard going back to the Wal-Mart frozen variety after you’ve tasted these.”


Willow pouted.


“My tastebuds have been exposed to this yumminess, it’d be cruel to give them anything else now. Think Madame Babineaux ships internationally?”


Tara just laughed and shook her head.


“I doubt it, sweetie.”


Willow continued to pout momentarily before she forgot her train of thought as she took another bite and the croissant flaked off in her mouth, making her moan again.


They spent the next hour drinking more coffees and chatting, Tara moving her seat so they were sitting next to each other and could hold hands, stealing the occasional smooch and sometimes playing a light game of footsie until a quick glance into the cafe showed it had just turned midday and Tara declared it was time for them to leave.


They said their goodbyes and thanks to Madame Babineaux who hugged them with kisses on both cheeks and waved them off as they walked back onto the streets, where Willow turned to the blonde.


“Where to now? Or is it another one of your secrets?”

[Alex_Vixen]

DIBS!

Now THAT was a good Chapter!!!!!!

LOVED the wakeup call....thats all Im going to say about it. LOL.

I SO TOTALLY LOVED Madame Babineaux!!!!!!!!! I wish all the old ladies were like that....

“When my Bubbe was that old, all she did was sit in her armchair and yell at the TV.”

THAT made me laugh!!!!!!!!

Cant wait to see what other surprises Tara has in store for Willow!

[BuffyFan4ever]

Dibs DARN IT!!!!! I declare tie.

Great update.

All of those images and feelings replayed in her mind until –


“Oh fuck!”


Willow jerked forwards as she awoke abruptly, the feeling of Tara’s fingers sliding through her core and hitting against her clit having swiftly pulled her away from her sleep and by the amount of wetness she could feel pooled in her center, the blonde had been teasing her slumbering form for a while.

Now that's what I call a wake up call.

Loved Madame Babineaux

Cant wait for the next one and to see what surprises Tara has for Willow.

[leonhart17]

Oooh that was a fun wake up call! Much better than any freaking alarm clock! I'm curious what else Tara's got up her sleeve!

[Finey_McFine]

Wow...nice wake up;) This is absolutely everything a honeymoon should be...sexy, romantic and relaxed!

Your descriptions were great. You've given me a craving for croissants, now I have to go pick up some for breakfast tomorrow!!

Another nice update...looking forward to Monday!

[LonelyTara]

Yay for continued honeymoon fun! The wake-up call was delicious--what a way to start the day. (Sung to the Folger's Crystals theme:) Nothing like the sun come up, with Tara in your muff...

LOL

I really liked the new character, it made me think prequel prequel prequel.

Tara nodded again and Madame Babineaux scurried off, a big smile plastered all over her face.

“Well, she’s friendly,” Willow giggled.

“Isn’t she?” Tara asked, finally taking her seat, “I’m so glad she still works here, she was a real friend when I lived here. Told me how to get around when I first got here and told me all about her family. It was thanks to her that my French improved so much.”

“And you, ah, talked about me?” Willow asked, leaning forwards and resting her chin on her palm.

“But of course,” Tara grinned, “I had to tell her all about mon bel amant waiting for me back in the US.”

I can see a lovesick little Tara spilling her woes to the French matron!

More, more, je vous en prie!

[Zampsa1975]

Yay for awesome update-y goodness... That was one yummy wake-up-call... I really loved their coffee & croissant date and absolute loved Madame Babineaux... Can't wait what Tara has planned next...

[Promthea128]

Yummy

[love_2003]

Loved the update. I wouldn't mind waking up like that either. Glad Willow is able to see where Tara spent some of her time while she was studying in Paris. Can't wait to see what else Tara has planned for their anniversary.

[xlaurax1]

This was a really nice update.

A delicious wake-up for Willow, followed by delicious coffee and croissants. We didn't see a whole lot of Paris in the update, but you did a good job setting the scene. I loved Madame Babineaux. She seemed like such an adorable old lady.

Tara grinned, “I had to tell her all about mon bel amant waiting for me back in the US.”

Willow thought about the sentence but only understood the ‘mon’ part.

“Your...?”

Tara lifted her foot, clad only in thin flat shoes, and ran it along the redhead’s calf.

“Beautiful lover.”

That was delightful!

Very much looking forward to more.

Laura

[taralicious]

Moons of Madness, Laragh...
Now that is a wake-up call.
The hotel industry as a whole should really get Tara to record wake-up calls that the rest of us could receive and it wouldn't be an ethical or moral dilemna; fake phone sex for money is not cheatin' to my ears.
My favorite shower scene has always been the one with Jenny Agutter and David Naughton In "An American Werewolf in London" until now; the Willow and Tara shower scene and all of the steamy soapy hands-on naughtiness under the guise of cleanliness has totally blown that scene out of the water, if you will.
Madame Babineaux has lessons that the young and old alike should take to heart as she embodies Auntie Mame's philosophy of life: "Life is a banquet and most poor suckers are starving to death."

[Laragh]

Alex_Vixen –

Now THAT was a good Chapter!!!!!!

LOVED the wakeup call....thats all Im going to say about it. LOL.

Hehe, glad you liked!

I SO TOTALLY LOVED Madame Babineaux!!!!!!!!! I wish all the old ladies were like that....

Lol, me too. Old ladies tend to be mean to me

Cant wait to see what other surprises Tara has in store for Willow!

Hope you enjoy!!

Thanks for commenting!

BuffyFan4ever –

Dibs DARN IT!!!!! I declare tie.

I think that’s a fair declaration

Now that's what I call a wake up call.

I would gladly trade in my alarm clock!

Loved Madame Babineaux

She was definitely a sweetie

Cant wait for the next one and to see what surprises Tara has for Willow.

I hope you enjoy the next couple of chapters!

Thanks for your comment!

leonhart17 –

Oooh that was a fun wake up call! Much better than any freaking alarm clock!

Alarm clocks are the bane of my life I need to find myself a Tara to replace it!

I'm curious what else Tara's got up her sleeve!

She’s got a few surprises planned! Hope you enjoy!

Thanks for commenting!

Finey_McFine –

Wow...nice wake up;) This is absolutely everything a honeymoon should be...sexy, romantic and relaxed!

Glad you liked!

Your descriptions were great. You've given me a craving for croissants, now I have to go pick up some for breakfast tomorrow!!

I may have had to ‘research’ by buying myself some as I was writing it too!

Another nice update...looking forward to Monday!

Hope you enjoy!

Thanks for commenting!

LonelyTara –

Yay for continued honeymoon fun! The wake-up call was delicious--what a way to start the day. (Sung to the Folger's Crystals theme:) Nothing like the sun come up, with Tara in your muff...

LOL

LOL

I really liked the new character, it made me think prequel prequel prequel ... I can see a lovesick little Tara spilling her woes to the French matron!

Lol, I’ll have to make sure I include sufficient Madame Babineaux time whenever the sequel comes about!

Thanks for your feedback!!

Zampsa1975 –

That was one yummy wake-up-call... I really loved their coffee & croissant date and absolute loved Madame Babineaux...

Glad you liked

Can't wait what Tara has planned next...

Lots of fun Parisian delights!

Thanks for commenting!

Promthea128 –

Yummy

Thanks for commenting!

love_2003 –

I wouldn't mind waking up like that either.

Better than alarm clocks...

Glad Willow is able to see where Tara spent some of her time while she was studying in Paris.

And for Tara to be able to show her

Can't wait to see what else Tara has planned for their anniversary.

Hope you enjoy her little surprises!

Thanks for your comment!

xlaura1 –

This was a really nice update.

Yay, I’m glad you liked!

A delicious wake-up for Willow, followed by delicious coffee and croissants. We didn't see a whole lot of Paris in the update, but you did a good job setting the scene. I loved Madame Babineaux. She seemed like such an adorable old lady.

There’s a little more Parisian scenery in this, I hope you enjoy!

Thanks for commenting!

taralicious –

Moons of Madness, Laragh...
Now that is a wake-up call.
The hotel industry as a whole should really get Tara to record wake-up calls that the rest of us could receive and it wouldn't be an ethical or moral dilemna; fake phone sex for money is not cheatin' to my ears.

That’s certainly a market that needs to be explored!!

My favorite shower scene has always been the one with Jenny Agutter and David Naughton In "An American Werewolf in London" until now; the Willow and Tara shower scene and all of the steamy soapy hands-on naughtiness under the guise of cleanliness has totally blown that scene out of the water, if you will.

Lol, nothing beats wet and naked Willow and Tara!

Madame Babineaux has lessons that the young and old alike should take to heart as she embodies Auntie Mame's philosophy of life: "Life is a banquet and most poor suckers are starving to death."

She definitely lives to that philosophy!

Thanks for your feedback!

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[Laragh]

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TITLE: Hacker Confidential

AUTHOR: Laragh

CHAPTER RATING: PG-13

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

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

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

FEEDBACK: Yes please

Chapter 79

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Previously:

They said their goodbyes and thanks to Madame Babineaux who hugged them with kisses on both cheeks and waved them off as they walked back onto the streets, where Willow turned to the blonde.


“Where to now? Or is it another one of your secrets?”

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“We’re going to marché Rue Cler,” Tara answered, bringing their conjoined hands up and pointing ahead, “Right around that corner.”


Willow gave a small scowl.


“You know, it’s not really telling me if you say it in French.”


Tara laughed and shook her head.


“We’re going to a market. One of the best in the city. We need to go shopping for our picnic.”


“I knew that’s what the basket was for!” Willow exclaimed, her face lighting up, “A picnic in Paris, that’s so romantic.”


“Well I think it’s a day that deserves much romance,” Tara replied, squeezing her wife’s hand as they turned the corner to the market, which was bustling with people and chatter in the many shops.


“I’ll be back in a sec,” Willow said suddenly, walking off to left.


Tara laughed in her head that her wife got distracted by something so quickly and walked over to a cheese store that was near enough that Willow would be able to find her and conversed with the man who was in there, purchasing small samplings of a few different types of cheeses, making sure she didn’t get anything too strong, knowing Willow could have a delicate stomach when it came to sharp flavours and smells.


She’d just handed over the money for her purchase and put the cheeses in the picnic basket when she was tapped on the shoulder and spun in place to see Willow standing there, extending a single red rose towards her.


“Thank you,” Tara smiled, bringing it up to her face and twirling the flower under her nose and inhaling the scent.


“You’re welcome,” Willow replied, before taking the flower back and snapping off half the stem, sliding the remaining bit – thorn free – behind the blonde’s ear, smiling at the end result, “You look beautiful.”


Tara blushed and retook the redhead’s hand, bringing it up to her mouth and kissing her knuckles. Willow grinned goofily as they walked the rest of the market, stopping to view some of the delicacies different stores had to offer, buying some fruits; cold meats; pasta salads; roasted, cheese-stuffed peppers and crusty baguettes for their picnic. When they’d seen all there was too see, Tara led them back the way they came until they were walking into the Parc du Champ de Mars, the Eiffel Tower dominating the skyline completely.


“Wow,” Willow said as she took in the sight, “What a view.”


“Isn’t it spectacular?” Tara replied, in awe of the scene in front her, despite the many times she’d seen it before, “Wait ‘til you see it at night. I know you’ve seen it from the hotel room, but it’s even more amazing up close.”


Willow looped her arm through the blonde’s and rested her head on her shoulder as they wandered the lush, rectangular, manicured lawns, admiring the variety of trees, flowering shrubs and beautiful flower bed scattered everywhere. Other couples littered around the place and families with small children running around, playing with jump ropes or bouncing a ball back and forth between them.


They walked until Tara pointed over to a cleared area of grass that the sun was shining down on and they went over, both kneeling on the grass as the blonde opened the basket and produced a checkered red and white blanket, which she spread out onto the lawn, then sat down and opened her arms for Willow to sit between her legs.


“You should plan our days more often,” Willow said as she relaxed her body into Tara’s, feeling strong arms wrapped around her mid-section.


“It’s only lunchtime,” Tara replied, pulling the material of her wife’s jacket back slightly and kissing her shoulder, “We still have the whole day ahead of us.”


Willow smiled and pulled her handbag towards her, rooting for a second before producing her camera.


“You’ve taken so many photos this trip,” Tara commented as the redhead took the camera from its case and snapped a few pictures of their surroundings, “You could rival Annie Leibovitz.”


Willow giggled and turned her body slightly to take a photo of the looming Eiffel Tower to their side.


“Except I’m much happier taking pictures of all the sites Paris has to offer and not a naked John Lennon,” she replied, then turned her head to meet the blonde’s gaze with a grin, “Although I wouldn’t mind taking some naked photos of you.”


“Nice try, honey,” Tara said, shaking her head but grinning as well, “But knowing our luck you’d accidentally show them to your dad or Xander or Jesse or someone when you’re showing them the other photos. But...you can see the real thing whenever you want.”


Willow seemed greatly satisfied with that answer and turned the camera around so they lens was on them, taking a few shots of them smiling and then a final, unintentional one of the redhead giggling wildly as Tara started a tickle attack on her wife.


“Tara, stop!” Willow laughed as the blonde attacked her sides.


“Say the magic words...” Tara responded, as her wife twisted and turned between her legs.


“I love you!”


Willow gasped out the words and Tara’s fingers stopped, her hands moving to hold the smaller girl around the waist and kissed her neck.


“You’re evil,” Willow said, catching her breath.


“Can’t be that evil if you love me,” Tara grinned, before reaching into the picnic basket with one hand and producing the small container of strawberries they’d bought, “Want one?”


Willow turned her body slightly and opened her mouth, closing it around the sweet fruit and Tara put it in her lips. The juices from the strawberry spilled onto her chin and the blonde leaned forwards, licking it away in an open-mouth kiss.


“Mmhh, strawberries and Willow. Delicious.”


Willow swallowed the fruit before grabbing the back of her wife’s neck and bringing in for a passionate kiss, though they managed to keep it restrained, wary that they were in a public place.


They pulled back after a minute and rested their foreheads together, sharing a series of short, sweet kisses before they brought out the rest of their lunch, feeding each other some of the food as they enjoyed being with one another.


A couple of hours passed as the couple ate slowly and people-watched, mid-afternoon setting in as locals got back to work and tourists passed-by on their travels to whatever Parisian attraction they were going to until Tara glanced at her watch and moved to whisper in her wife’s ear.


“Ready to climb the Eiffel Tower?”


Willow’s face lit up and she nodded her head.


“Is that why you wouldn’t let us visit it the other day when I asked?”


“Maybe,” Tara grinned as they stood and folded up the blanket, placing it back in its basket, “I couldn’t have you ruining all my carefully laid plans.”


Willow looped her arm through Tara’s and rested her head on the blonde’s shoulder again, liking how close the contact was as they walked the remaining length of the park and to the foot of the Eiffel Tower.


“It’s so big,” Willow said in awe as she gazed upwards.


They bought their tickets to gain access, opting to climb the tower using the stairs and not the elevator and started their ascent, able to move up the stairs at a relatively quick pace as there weren’t many others, given the time and day of the week. They browsed some of the exhibitions and displays and the various floors and strolling around the open spaces, viewing the city from various heights until they got the lift to the top floor and gazed at all the different landmarks.


“I used to imagine proposing to you up here,” Tara said as they looked out over the park they’d just been sitting in, “But then you went and beat me to it.”


“You did?” Willow asked with a big smile, “When?”


Tara got a fond, reminiscent smile on her face.


“Since the first time I visited.”


Willow turned to face her wife, surprised.


“You thought about it way back then?”


Tara nodded her head and played with the redhead’s fingers.


“I knew we were gonna get married. I didn’t know when, but I knew we would.”


Willow’s smile beamed and she bit her lip, scrunching up her nose.


“How did you do it?” she asked excitedly, the idea of Tara knowing they were forever even back then thrilling her.


Tara’s brow crinkled in confusion.


“Do what?”


Willow gestured around herself with her hands, grinning wildly.


“How did you propose? In your mind, how did you propose?”


“Ah,” Tara replied, understanding and smiling as well, “Well...we were always on this deck...and we’d be looking over Paris...and then you’d say how beautiful it was and I’d say how beautiful you were and how there was only one more thing that could make you even more beautiful.”


Willow stuck the tip of her tongue out between her teeth, following the blonde's train of thought.


“And then you’d produce an engagement ring and ask me to be your faithful bride?”


“That cliché?” Tara asked, kicking an invisible piece of dirt on the ground.


Willow shook her head and reached out to trace a line down her wife's nose.


“No. It would’ve been a wonderful proposal. But all I would’ve ever really cared about was the fact that we were getting married. And we did.”


Tara smiled before an idea popped into her head and she took Willow’s left hand, slipping her wedding band off before getting on one knee.


“What’re you doing?” Willow asked, chuckling nervously when she saw they were attracting a few stares.


“I love you, Willow,” Tara started, her voice adoring and her smile stretching from ear-to-ear, “I love your smile, I love your laugh, I love how your eyes light up when I walk into the room and I love the person you make me when we’re together. Will you continue to be my wife and spend your life with me forever?”


Willow giggled and held her hand out, nodding.


“Of course I will.”


Tara slipped the band back on the redhead’s finger and stood up, pulling her wife into a deep kiss as others around them started to clap, unaware that the scene they’d just witnessed wasn’t an actual marriage proposal, or at least not the first that had been made, until the two pulled apart and Willow grinned.


“Goof.”


“Hey,” Tara replied, pretending to be offended, “That was genuine.”


“You don’t need to propose, we’re already married,” Willow said, wrapping her arms around Tara’s neck, “And you know I’m yours, eternally.”


Tara smiled and held onto Willow’s waist.


“Well that’s true...but now you can say you were proposed to on top of the Eiffel Tower. Every girl’s dream.”


“You’re my dream,” Willow replied, then leaned up for another quick kiss, “My amazing, beautiful dream.”


They stared at each other for a few moments before they both started giggling and shared a series of sweet kisses. Their noses nuzzled together for a couple of seconds before Tara took Willow’s arms from her neck and grabbed a hold of one her hands.


“Are you ready to go?”


Willow nodded, her smile still beaming at Tara’s actions as they made their way over to the lift again, where they were stopped by an elderly couple, a man and woman smiling at them.


“Congratulations,” the man said warmly, in an American accent, “We got engaged right in that spot fifty years ago.”


“Wow,” Willow replied, her eye's simultaneously widening and lighting up, “Really?”


“Fifty years today,” the woman smiled, “It’s nice to see a young couple starting out where we did.”


“We’re actually already married,” Tara admitted sheepishly, holding up her left hand to show them she was wearing both her engagement and wedding rings, “I just kind of got caught up in the moment. We’re on our honeymoon.”


“Well isn’t that sweet,” the woman said, holding a hand up to her heart, “We’re sorry for stopping you, we just wanted to say congratulations on your engagement but I guess we can change that to congratulations on your marriage.”


“Thank you,” Willow grinned, “And congrats on your anniversary. Fifty years is...wow.”


“Thank you, we’ve had a quite a life together,” the man said, holding his wife’s hand firmly, “I hope you girls are as happy as we’ve been.”


“I’m pretty sure we will be,” Tara replied, bringing the redhead’s knuckles up to her mouth and kissing them.


Willow blushed and the younger couple waved goodbye to the older one, then they made their way back down the tower and through the park, walking the few side streets until they arrived back at their hotel, Tara returning the picnic basket to the front desk before they went up to their room.


“Thanks for planning such a wonderful anniversary,” Willow said as she closed the door behind her.


“You don’t think it’s over yet?” Tara asked, facing her wife with a smirk, “We’re just back here to change for dinner.”


Willow looked over at the blonde curiously.


“Where are we having dinner?”


Tara just raised an eyebrow and Willow laughed.


“Okay, I know. I've played this game before. I just have to wait and see.”

[BuffyFan4ever]

Dibs YEA!!!! Is it sad that this is the reason I look forward to Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays?

The was beautiful. I loved the proposal on the Eiffel Tower. I'm sure they will be together for 50 years. Then they will go to Paris again and say the same encouraging words to another couple.

Can't wait to see what happens next.

[leonhart17]

Aww, that was sweet! I loved Tara's spontaneous re-proposal! That's so cute! (they need to come back in fifty years too!) So very cute! I can't wait for their dinner!

[Zampsa1975]

Yay for excellent update-y goodness... I really liked their picnic date in the park... I absolutely loved Tara's re-proposal in the top of Eiffel Tower... Can't wait for their dinner and rest of the day...

[LonelyTara]

That was just sweet, wonderful, and brilliant. Lovely picnic, and wonderful encounter with the sweet married couple at the end who congratulated them on their engagement/marriage.

Favorite moment:

“Say the magic words...” Tara responded, as her wife twisted and turned between her legs.

“I love you!”

Willow gasped out the words and Tara’s fingers stopped, her hands moving to hold the smaller girl around the waist and kissed her neck.

“You’re evil,” Willow said, catching her breath.

AWWWWWWWWW!!!

They're adorable. I can't wait to see what happens with dinner!

[Promthea128]

I think this story might be giving me cavaties. But so worth it.

[Finey_McFine]

Super duper sweetness! I totally loved Tara's "proposal" and everyone's reactions. You are doing a great job with the Paris descriptions. Are you sure you've never been? You're making me wish I was on this honeymoon too!!

Looking forward to tomorrow:)

[taralicious]

“You know, it’s not really telling me if you say it in French.”

Yes, that is true Willow, but the cool thing is you get to hear Tara's sexy voice wrap her tongue around the syllables in French and then hear her explain it with that hearty laugh in English. Tara gives great voice.

Isn’t it spectacular?” Tara replied, in awe of the scene in front her, despite the many times she’d seen it before, “Wait ‘til you see it at night. I know you’ve seen it from the hotel room, but it’s even more amazing up close.”

The sight of Tara naked, in my imagination, is even more amazing up close, I totally agree.

“Although I wouldn’t mind taking some naked photos of you.”

Now there is a Wikileak I can heartily endorse; naked photos of Tara posted across the Internet for those of us who will never have the real thing.

“Mmhh, strawberries and Willow. Delicious.”

Two tastes that taste great together.

It’s so big,” Willow said in awe as she gazed upwards.

I know you don't mean it in the way I'd like it to mean, Willow, but thank you. Not being much with the iron girders they built the Eiffel Tower out of.
And speaking of the Eiffel Tower, what a very poignant and heart-warming meeting between the elderly couple and our newlyweds proving once again that love is universal.

[Laragh]

BuffyFan4ever –

Dibs YEA!!!! Is it sad that this is the reason I look forward to Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays?

Woohoo for dibs! And it’s only sad if I look forwards to Mondays, Wednesdays and Fridays that I get to post!

The was beautiful. I loved the proposal on the Eiffel Tower. I'm sure they will be together for 50 years. Then they will go to Paris again and say the same encouraging words to another couple.

Aww, little old ladies Willow and Tara with their white hair and never-ending love...yep, I can see it!

Can't wait to see what happens next.

Hope you enjoy!

Thanks for commenting!

leonhart17 –

Aww, that was sweet! I loved Tara's spontaneous re-proposal! That's so cute! (they need to come back in fifty years too!)

Glad you liked! I could entertain the idea of a future one-shot maybe where they’re like 70 and go back and visit

So very cute! I can't wait for their dinner!

Hope you enjoy!

Thanks for your comment!

Zampsa1975 –

I really liked their picnic date in the park...

Glad you liked!

I absolutely loved Tara's re-proposal in the top of Eiffel Tower...

I thought it’d be a sweet moment, glad you liked!

Can't wait for their dinner and rest of the day...

Hope you enjoy!!

LonelyTara –

That was just sweet, wonderful, and brilliant. Lovely picnic, and wonderful encounter with the sweet married couple at the end who congratulated them on their engagement/marriage.

I’m really glad you liked Since I don’t know anything about Paris I’m trying to make up for it with substance lol

They're adorable. I can't wait to see what happens with dinner!

A lot of teasing and some kissage too!

Thanks for your feedback!

Promthea128 –

I think this story might be giving me cavaties. But so worth it.

YAY! Forward me any dentist bills, I’ll be sure to take care of them

Thanks for commenting!

Finey_McFine –

Super duper sweetness! I totally loved Tara's "proposal" and everyone's reactions.

Awesome I’m super duper glad you liked it!

You are doing a great job with the Paris descriptions. Are you sure you've never been? You're making me wish I was on this honeymoon too!!

I am relying very heavily on the virtual tours that a lot of the monument websites offer and google images to write descriptions, so you can thank them entirely!

Looking forward to tomorrow:)

Hope you enjoy

Thanks for commenting!

taralicious –

Yes, that is true Willow, but the cool thing is you get to hear Tara's sexy voice wrap her tongue around the syllables in French and then hear her explain it with that hearty laugh in English. Tara gives great voice.

No one could give voice as good as Tara. Except maybe any other entity Amber chooses to embody.

The sight of Tara naked, in my imagination, is even more amazing up close, I totally agree.

Something I’ve often thought about too...

Now there is a Wikileak I can heartily endorse; naked photos of Tara posted across the Internet for those of us who will never have the real thing.

I’m sure there’s some awful photoshopped photos of a naked Tara somewhere, but really, they’re not even gonna come close to the real thing.

Two tastes that taste great together.

And will continue to do so forever.

I know you don't mean it in the way I'd like it to mean, Willow, but thank you. Not being much with the iron girders they built the Eiffel Tower out of.
And speaking of the Eiffel Tower, what a very poignant and heart-warming meeting between the elderly couple and our newlyweds proving once again that love is universal.

Glad you liked And if you want to read it as Willow complimenting any appendages, well, being as loyal a reader as you are, I’m not gonna correct you

Thanks for your feedback!!

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