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TITLE: Family Confidential
AUTHOR: Laragh
CHAPTER RATING: NC-17
DISCLAIMER: Willow, Tara and any other characters from the Buffy the Vampire Slayer franchise belong to Joss Whedon, FOX, ME and a whole host of other entities, none of which are me.
SUMMARY: The promised sequel to
Hacker Confidential. How are Willow, Tara, JJ and all their family getting on 4 years into the future?
SPOILERS: Perhaps minor references to the show or stealage of dialogue, but mostly just spoilers for all of
Hacker Confidential . If you haven’t read that...well, you really will have no idea what’s going on lol.
FEEDBACK: Yes please
AUTHOR'S NOTE: We're getting into the home stretch of the ending of this one! Here's chapter in Boston for you all and then we're gearing up for baby time! I reckon there's going to be 5 chapters left, including this and the epilogue.
Chapter 60 ********
“Where are we going now, where are we going now?” JJ asked excitedly from the backseat of the car, proudly wearing a New England Aquarium cap on his head and carrying a blue, foil balloon with a stingray on it.
Tara smiled affectionately at him through the rear-view mirror, happy he’d had such a good morning at the aquarium. It was their first full day in Boston, having stayed mostly indoors after arriving to the apartment the day before; the flight having worn both Willow and JJ out. Everyone had woken up feeling fresh and it was decided they’d visit the aquarium and then decide what to do from there.
She watched JJ pull his balloon up and down with glee then rolled her eyes playfully when she saw Willow also bouncing in the passenger seat, wearing the same cap.
“What do you think? Take him to see Quincy Market or drop the car back at the apartment and take the T to the gardens for old times’ sake?”
“Gardens!” Willow replied enthusiastically before looking over the seat to JJ, “Remember the turtle?!”
JJ’s eyes went wide and he nodded keenly.
“She was, she was like a hundred years old!”
Tara smiled and idly listened to her son and wife talk excitedly about the aquatic wildlife they’d seen as she followed the streets back to their apartment.
“Noooo I don’t wanna go home!” JJ whined as he saw them pulling up.
“We’re not,” Tara replied to him as she shut the engine off, “Just a quick pee break and then we’re going on a train.”
“A train?” JJ asked, his face lighting up, “Cool!”
They all bundled into the apartment and took turns using the bathroom, and JJ tied his balloon to his bed while Tara filled her purse with some juice boxes and animal crackers to stop any hunger-filled tantrums that might appear as the day wore on – from wife or son.
“Okay, everyone ready?” she asked as they gathered back at the door and got two answering nods, “Well then let me just…”
She grabbed a small bottle of sunblock from her purse and started reapplying it to JJ’s arms and face. He squirmed a little but didn’t try to protest, knowing it would be futile. When she finished, she stood and started doing the same to Willow, who swatted her away.
“I’m not a child.”
“Well you’re carrying my child, so let me help,” Tara replied, resuming her actions. She made sure the white lotion was rubbed into her wife’s face until it was just lightly shimmering, then kissed her nose, “As much as I love those freckles, it’s not worth the risk.”
Willow blushes a little and smiled shyly.
“Do you want to go walk around the campus and then go to the gardens? He’ll get bored of the T if we do too many rides this week so we could take the opportunity while he’s excited.”
“Good idea,” Tara smiled, taking Willow’s hand, “Let’s go.”
They walked hand in hand with JJ in front of them back out of the building and onto the street. The sun was beating down but there was a light breeze in the air that cut through the heat and made it bearable while they walked the familiar route to the nearest T station.
“God, it’s all so déjà vu-y,” Willow said, looking around as they walked, “I feel like I’m coming to collect you from work or heading out to one of the many interviews I didn’t get.”
“Well, aren’t you glad?” Tara asked, lowering her voice a tad, “No FBI job means no Buffalo which means no…”
She nodded towards JJ who was skipping ahead in front and Willow smiled widely.
“Never been happier to have left college during a recession.”
Tara smiled and swung their hands a little between them, stopping as they arrived at the T station.
“JJ, in here,” she called and JJ diligently turned on his heels and skidded back to them, looking around in fascination as they went in and got their rail cards.
They only had to wait a few minutes before the train arrived and JJ instantly rushed up to the only spare seat and sat on his knees, looking out the window with rapt attention, despite there only being a brick wall on the other side yet. Tara went over and was about to pull him away so Willow could sit when the man next to him stood and offered her his seat instead.
“Thank you,” Willow smiled at him graciously, “I can pull him away if you want to sit.”
The man smiled and shook his head.
“I loved trains when I was a kid too.”
Willow tugged at JJ’s sleeve.
“Say thank you.”
JJ looked behind himself and offered a toothy grin.
“Thanks, mister.”
“Thank you,” Tara added kindly to him as she held onto the same handrail.
The train jolted into movement and JJ had his face pressed right against the window before Willow pulled him away and made him stay an inch back.
“I don’t miss public transport,” Tara said to Willow with a small crooked smile as people bumped into her from all angles.
“You were the one who wanted to do this,” Willow giggled in response.
“I know, I know,” Tara replied with a soft smile, “I did. I do. It’s nice to remember.”
Willow smirked a little.
“And appreciate the beauty of our cars?”
Tara grinned but didn’t get a chance to say anything as JJ pulled Willow’s attention away, firing questions at her about the train and how it worked.
“Next stop,” Tara said to Willow after a while, her and JJ still conversing about the train.
“I better start trying to stand now,” Willow replied jokingly, though did just that.
The train came to a screeching halt a minute later and Tara had to quickly grab a hold of Willow’s waist to stop her from falling. She grabbed JJ’s hand and helped them both from the train, out of the station and onto the street, sighing as she did so.
“Okay, that’s enough remembering that. I think I should get the T back by myself and come collect you guys. You can take JJ to the playground.”
“That seems a little extreme, Tara,” Willow replied, holding JJ’s hand firmly as people whooshed past them.
Tara raised an eyebrow and shook her head.
“You were lucky to get a seat this time. I don’t want you standing for an hour and getting pushed around. I should have thought about before.”
Willow contemplated that for a moment and nodded.
“Okay, yeah, you’re right. But we’ll worry about that later,” she replied, holding her arm out.
Tara smiled and linked her arm with Willow and they started walking the short way to the Boston College campus.
“This is where we went to college, JJ,” Tara said as they approached, feeling a tingle of nostalgia as she saw the unchanged alma mater.
“What’s college?” JJ asked curiously, looking around the vast campus.
“College is where some people go when they finish high school to learn about the job they’re going to do,” Willow explained as simply as she could, “But it’s also where me and Mommy met each other.”
JJ seemed surprised.
“You didn’t always know ‘chuder?”
Willow shook her head.
“No, we didn’t meet until we were twenty years old.”
“Actually your mother was only nineteen,” Tara cut in and Willow stared at her.
“Good idea, tell our son you’re a cradle robber.”
Tara just shot her a smile and brought JJ onto the path and up a few feet before dropping to his level.
“We met right here.”
JJ looked around as if he was trying to find some kind of special marker for the area, but just saw grass and trees.
“You did?”
Tara nodded.
“Your Momma spilled her coffee all over me.”
“Hey,” Willow whined from above, “I paid for the dry cleaning.”
JJ nodded in acceptance but then leaned closer to her.
“What’s dry cleaning?”
Tara laughed and scooped JJ up in her arms, standing again.
“It’s just a special kind of laundry,” she explained, then turned them around to face in a different direction, “Hey, see that building over there?”
JJ nodded and Willow came up beside them, leading them towards their old dorm building.
“That’s where we lived when we were in college here.”
JJ’s brow creased.
“You lived in lotta places.”
“Well you see we lived here while we went to college but when it finished-,” Tara started to explain but cut herself off when she saw her wife approaching the window to what had been their dorm room, “Willow get away from that window!”
Willow continued trying to peer in over the shrub beneath it.
“I just want to see if it looks the same! It’s summer, nobody’s in there!”
“
We were in there during summers,” Tara replied pointedly, “And do you remember what we did to pass the time?”
Willow jumped away from the window at that and came back to them.
“So, wanna go to the gardens?” she asked with a nervous chuckle, “Swan boats, maybe an animal-crack-and-juice-box picnic?”
She shot a hopeful, winning smile in Tara’s direction, who just rolled her eyes a little and looked back to JJ.
“Would you like to see where me and Momma got married?”
JJ shrugged.
“Okay.”
Tara set him back on the ground and turned to Willow.
“Do you have enough cash on you for a cab or do we need to go to an ATM?”
Willow checked her wallet and confirmed she had enough money, so they all bundled into the back seat of a taxi, which dropped them at the entrance to the public gardens fifteen minutes later.
“Wow,” JJ said, his eyes wide as he walked between his two mothers, a hand in each of theirs, into the gardens, “This is a big park!”
“It sure is,” Tara replied, smiling down at him, “And this is where me and Momma got married. Do you remember the photograph of us in the white dresses above the fire at home? That was our wedding day, right here.”
JJ looked around as they walked along the paths, admiring the vastness and colours, then stopped for a moment at the large equestrian statue of George Washington. Willow noticed his interest and smiled.
“Do you know who this is?”
JJ examined the statue and shrugged.
“A horse?”
“Do you know who’s on the horse?” she asked and JJ shook his head, “That’s George Washington. He was the very first president. You know, he could never tell a lie.”
“Really?” JJ asked, intrigued.
“Uh huh,” Willow replied and started to recount the tale of the cherry tree.
JJ seemed interested in the story and happily listened as he skipped along until he caught sight of the pond and started to jump and down excitedly.
“Swans!”
“Their names are Romeo and Juliet,” Willow explained, deciding to forego that tale until he was a little older to understand the tragedy of the star-crossed lovers, “You know they’ve lived here since before we were even in college. They’re in swan-love.”
“But they’re
actually Juliet and Juliet,” Tara added, smiling at the birds, who were floating around next to each other.
Willow spun her head around, confused.
“What?”
“They’re both female,” Tara said, looking curiously at Willow, “You didn’t know that?”
“Um, no!” Willow replied, grinning, “That’s awesome!”
“What’s awesome?” JJ asked, looking between them.
“The swans are both girls,” Willow said, ruffling her son’s hair, “Like me and Mommy.”
JJ just shrugged, not seeing what was particularly awesome about that – it was normal for him.
“Can we feed them?”
Willow looked regretful.
“Um, I don’t thi–”
“I brought some bread,” Tara cut in with a smile, opening her purse and producing a small baggie with a couple of slices of bread torn into quarters, “But they might not be hungry, okay? We can't force them.”
JJ nodded as he was handed the bag and started to tear off smaller pieces of the bread and throw them into the water. He started to pout when the swans bypassed them but instantly perked up when they circled back and started nipping at the offerings.
“They’re eating it!” he beamed, tearing and throwing more bread into the water.
“Juliet and Juliet,” Willow whispered to Tara with a grin, “I can’t believe I didn’t know that. It’d be a lot sweeter if swans weren’t notoriously vicious.”
“Only when protecting their young,” Tara replied, her hand placed firmly on JJ’s shoulder, “I think we can understand that.”
Willow smiled and put a hand on her belly, feeling some small movements against it when she did so. JJ finished feeding the birds with what he had, then spotted one of the swan boats ahead and all but jumped out of his skin at the prospect of being able to sail around the pond.
They brought him over to where the swan boats were docked and paid the fee; JJ scrambling right to back bench, looking at and feeling the fake swans that sat there with glee. Willow and Tara sat either of him, their heads leaning towards each other as the boat started to glide further into the water and around the pond.
“Hey, who would’ve thought?” Willow said quietly, nodding down at JJ and putting a hand on her belly, “All those years ago, that first ride…all of this?”
Tara smiled softly.
“It’s kinda nice when dreams come true.”
Willow leant her head down to rest on Tara’s shoulder and affectionately stroked JJ’s hair.
“It kinda is.”
“He’s fast asle…” Willow trailed off as she re-entered the living space of the apartment.
The only light in the room came from numerous flickering candles which were placed at various points and at various heights around the room, just bright enough to reveal Tara kneeling in the middle of the floor, spacing out some white containers.
She looked up when she heard Willow’s voice and smiled.
“I ordered Chinese food. We talked about maybe reminiscing a little last night but never got around to it…”
Willow beamed and walked over excitedly, kneeling beside Tara.
“Sesame chicken?”
Tara sat back and picked up one of two pairs of chopsticks near her and used them to pick up a piece of chicken from one of the containers, holding it out. Willow scooted closer to Tara and slowly wrapped her lips around the offering, dragging it away from the utensils.
“Good?” Tara asked in a low whisper, intently watching Willow’s mouth.
“Delicious,” Willow replied, purposing licking her lips before taking the second set of chopsticks and dipping into the same container, “Try some.”
Tara bit the top of the chicken off, making sure to bear her teeth as she did so, then swallowed and took the rest in the same seductive manner Willow had.
“You were right. Delicious.”
They continued to feed each other from the selection of steamed dumplings, vegetable Lo Mein and the rest of the chicken, interspersed with soft kisses and whispered words of affection until the containers were empty and their mouths were kept busy with each other’s.
“Whaddya say we go burn off that delicious meal off?” Willow whispered, her hands massaging the back of Tara’s neck and into her scalp.
“Mmhh, yes please,” Tara whispered back, her hand sliding down her wife’s back to her hip, nipping at her lips for a moment, “I’ll meet you in there.”
She helped Willow stand up and pulled her in for another quick kiss before turning and lightly patting her behind. Willow giggled and scooted of while Tara blew out the candles and gathered them all in the corner, then took up the empty food containers to trash.
She practically skipped excitedly to the bedroom and closed the door, seeing Willow almost completely naked, in a hurry to try and rid herself of the rest of her clothes. She went over and caught her from behind, stopping her movements.
“Hey, what’s the rush?” she murmured, her lips beginning a trail along Willow’s shoulder blade and hands slipping under the waistband of her panties.
Willow instinctively tilted her neck and gave a soft sigh.
“I-I was gonna be ready for you in bed,” she replied, embarrassed, before tacking on sheepishly, “It’s not exactly the sexiest sight in the world watching an 8 months pregnant woman trying to climb in.”
Tara turned Willow around and put her hands on the back of her neck, leaning down to kiss her.
“It is when the 8 months pregnant woman is you.”
Willow’s cheeks flushed as Tara’s lips brushed against hers and she reached up to sweep some hair away from her wife’s face.
“How many times do I have to tell you to stop making me swoon?”
Tara just smiled in a way that made Willow feel her heart skip a beat and started to guide them towards the bed. She helped Willow lie down and spent several minutes slowly dragging her gaze down her wife’s body.
Willow felt her breath quicken as Tara let her fingertips follow her eyes, just barely grazing her skin but sending fiery tingles through her with each touch. She wiggled her hips when she felt Tara start to pull her panties off, the last of her clothing, and gulped at the lusty gaze that continued to be thrust upon her.
“Y-you know it’s pretty bad… etiquette to um…sit there in all your clothes while I’m naked.”
Tara slipped off the end of the bed and brought her hands to the base of her shirt with a half-smile.
“Well you know how important I think politeness is.”
Willow pushed herself up a little in the bed so she could see over her bump and enjoyed the show Tara put on of stripping herself until the last garment fell to the floor. She bit the side of her lip as she took her turn in dragging her eyes along her wife’s nude form and exhaled slowly as Tara sat back between her legs.
“It’s good you’re so…well-mannered.”
“It’s an important trait,” Tara replied, bending Willow’s knees upwards and caressing her thighs.
Willow let out a soft sigh as Tara dropped her lips against her belly and hands roamed around her hips and legs. Her moans started quiet but grew in volume as Tara’s hand slipped between her legs and began to tease her folds. Her back arched a little and a gruff sound left her mouth before she suddenly reached for Tara’s wrist.
“W-wait.”
Tara kept her hand between Willow’s legs and lay down beside her, dropping her head into her wife’s neck.
“Don’t worry, I’m not rushing,” she whispered, trailing her lips up to Willow’s and sucking her bottom lip into her mouth.
Willow moaned against Tara’s lips and pushed her tongue into her wife’s mouth. Her hands went to the back of Tara’s head to bring their mouths closer together for a deep, passionate kiss until she felt some dextrous fingertips start to move over the sensitive tip of her clit and pulled away with a jolt.
Tara dropped her head into Willow’s neck again as she moved her fingers back and forth, kissing and licking at her sensitive skin and loving the moans floating down to her ears until she felt a pulling at her wrist again.
“T-that wasn’t what I was ‘wait’-ing.”
Tara stilled her hand and lifted her head, concerned.
“Are you okay?” she asked softly, “Am I hurting you?”
Willow shook her head reassuringly, then swallowed, embarrassed; wanting to bring up a certain imbalance between them over the past few weeks as her bump had really started to stretch out, but was self-conscious about the whole ordeal.
“You’ve been really generous lately,” she eventually managed to say plainly, only to get a confused look from Tara, “You know, in the bedroom department…sexy-snuggles division.”
Tara dropped her gaze a moment, flushing. Willow idly toyed with her fingers before clearing her throat.
“You’ve been all with the giving and I haven’t been any with the returning.”
Tara lovingly stroked Willow’s cheek.
“It’s okay, I understand.”
“I need to sit down after walking the stairs,” Willow rambled off in explanation, still obviously embarrassed, “So you know…warm and fuzzy happys make for a very sleepy Willow.”
“I know,” Tara replied with a genuine smile, “I understand. It’s okay.”
Willow turned herself onto her sit and put a hand on Tara’s hip.
“I want to. Please,” she said, then gave a small smile, “And if giving with the Willow-lovin’ doesn’t wear me out, maybe I could get a little bit of Tara-lovin’ after.”
Tara giggled a little and smiled at her wife.
“Okay.”
Willow grinned excitedly and leant forward as much as she could, Tara meeting her halfway so they could kiss. She let her fingers splay out over Tara’s hip to dig into the fleshiness of her buttocks. After several minutes of passionate kissing and feeling overcome at the sensation of Tara gently but needily clawing at her breasts, she started to try and reach down between her wife’s leg.
She puffed out a breath of irritation when her swollen stomach hindered her efforts and tried to reach under herself to get to Tara, but to no avail either.
“Lift your leg a bit,” she said, slapping Tara’s hip lightly in indication.
Tara bent her knee up a little, but stopped after just an inch, frowning.
“I don’t want to put any weight on your belly.”
“Yeah, I know…” Willow replied with the same look on her face before gesturing a turning motion with her hand, “Turn around.”
Tara complied and turned so her back was to Willow. She felt the bump knock against her back repeatedly and heard groans of frustration as Willow tried to twist around in a way that would give her enough reach to get where she needed to go but couldn’t quite make it.
“Willow,” Tara started gently, looking over her shoulder to offer a smile, “I don’t think this is going to work…”
Willow’s face fell and her eyes creased as if she was about to cry.
“You don’t want me, do you?”
“More than anything,” Tara replied emphatically, then gave a joking smile to lighten the mood, “The shower head can only cut it for so long.”
Willow blushed but smiled too and bit the side of her lip in thought.
“I can’t reach pass my belly like this. What if you were on your hands and knees?”
Tara gave Willow a tender kiss and nuzzled her nose for a moment for moving up onto her hands and knees. She felt Willow climb behind her and put a hand on either of her buttocks, massaging them.
She felt a shiver go through her spine and spread her legs as much as she could accommodatingly, gasping sharply when two fingers began to probe her entrance.
“You’re such a tease,” she breathed, only to hear another frustrated sound.
She looked over her shoulder and saw Willow struggling to lean forward to and turn in different directions to let her fingers slide in some more, which only resulted in her accidentally thrusting forward, her belly hitting into Tara and making her fall forwards, flat on her stomach, knocking her head against the headboard.
“Tara!” Willow gasped in alarm, crawling back down beside her and checking her head.
“That’s not why they call it a headboard,” Tara tried to joke, only for Willow to look away, ashamed, “Darling, it’s okay.”
“It’s not okay,” Willow replied, swallowing repeatedly, “I’m so embarrassed.”
Tara curled into Willow’s side and began to kiss her cheek over and over again.
“Come here. It is, it’s okay. I love you.”
Willow sniffled but didn’t rebuff Tara’s comfort.
“I mean it’s one thing when I need you to help me tie my shoes but I can’t even…” she trailed off before throwing her arms in the air, “And I’m only going to get bigger! All I wanna do is show my wife that I love her!”
Tara stroked her cheek, thinking that a verbal reassurance that she knew wasn’t what Willow needed right now.
“Willow, maybe I could, um…” she looked around, trying to think, “Stand while you sit on the bed or something?”
Willow eyes lit up at that.
“Sit!”
“Yeah? Does that sound like it would work?” Tara asked, delighted Willow was smiling again and started to stand off the bed, looking around herself, “Maybe we should put some pillows around in case I lose my balance, I don’t want to fall on you.”
“No Tara,” Willow replied, tugging on Tara’s hand and waggling her eyebrows, “
Sit.”
Tara’s eyes widened as she realised what her wife meant and tried to ignore the hot pool of desire she felt form between her legs.
“I don’t know…”
“Why not?” Willow asked, eagerly bouncing, “We do it all the time.”
“Not since Sunnydale, not since you’ve been so big,” Tara replied offhandedly before wincing when she saw Willow’s face fall, “I’m sorry that came out wrong.”
Willow swallowed for a moment and gestured dismissively.
“It’s okay, I know what you meant,” she replied as she grabbed Tara’s hand and squeezed tightly, “Please? I mean, nice headboard and we have lots of pillows. Please?
Please? Don’t make me beg to make love to my wife.”
Tara climbed back in beside Willow and let out a shaky breath.
“You know that makes me out of control.”
Willow stuck her tongue out between her teeth.
“Exactly,” she replied, then lowered her voice and tapped her fingertips along Tara’s jaw, “You want to. I’m making you wet, I can tell.”
Tara squeezed her legs together and closed her eyes, reopening them a moment later considerably darkened.
“That’s what I like to see,” Willow whispered, taking Tara’s bottom lip between her teeth and dragging her tongue along it, “Want some more of that?”
Tara could only nod and Willow pulled her down for a brief but steamy kiss before settling her head back against the pillows in wait. Tara exhaled slowly as she moved to kneel at the head of the bed, then threw her leg over Willow’s chest and shuffled up a little.
She took a loose hold of the headboard and waited for Willow to position another pillow behind herself before gently lowering herself onto her wife’s mouth. Her grip instantly tightened and a trembling moan left her lips as she felt Willow’s soft lips tenderly caress her.
It had been a few weeks since Willow had touched her in such an intimate manner and she was struggling to resist the deeps urges her hips were sending her to buck, but she held strong, wanting the soft acquaintance for them both.
Willow rested her hands on Tara’s buttocks as her lips explored the area she’d been absent from for a while until the taste and sensation of her wife became too much and she needed more. She clutched Tara’s cheeks more firmly and extended her tongue, circling the sensitive area around her wife’s clit.
A long moan fell to her ears and she felt Tara start to gently push against her. She flicked her tongue over the throbbing nub and delighted in the feel of Tara rubbing on her.
Tara lost herself in everything Willow, keeping a steady grip on the headboard but not worrying about anything but the intense pleasure coursing through her. She let every rush flow through her, feeling everything deeply and intensely until her whole body was tingling in anticipation.
Willow could feel how close Tara was and was working diligently to help her over, pulling her in in time with how her wife’s hips were moving. The moans floating down to her were getting louder and louder and she too was getting lost in everything Tara until she both heard and felt her tumble over with a strangled groan muffled from the blonde biting down on her lip.
Tara let her hands fall from the headboard but stayed in place, letting Willow hold her for a few minutes as she was gently eased down from the haze of ecstasy. She could have happily stayed there for hours just letting Willow sooth her sated flesh but when a second chill ran up her spine in a matter of seconds, she lifted herself off of her wife and slid down to curl into her side.
“Mmmhhh,” she murmured in content, her eyes closing sleepily as she threw her arm over Willow’s stomach and nuzzled into her shoulder.
Willow reached over to stroke her hair and dropped her lips to kiss the top of her head.
“Sorry I’ve been neglecting you.”
Tara shook her head into Willow’s shoulder.
“You haven’t. I promise,” she replied, opening her eyes and looking up to Willow with a soft smile, “You know I don’t make promises I don’t mean.”
Willow smiled and held her pinky finger up. Tara took it and let herself be pulled into a warm kiss.
“I love you.”
“I love you too,” she replied tenderly, pecking her lips again as she brushed the back of her fingertips against Willow’s cheek and gave a crooked grin, “You don’t look completely…worn out.”
Willow flashed her teeth, then bit her lip giddily before turning around so her back was to Tara. Tara pressed her breasts into Willow’s back and started to kiss along her shoulder blade as her hand caressed its way down the redhead’s side to her hip.
Willow bent her top knee forward a little and felt her mouth go dry as Tara’s hand continued to move down and teased her entrance from behind.
“Tara…” she moaned quietly as her wife sucked on the piece of skin where her neck met her shoulders, “Baby…”
Tara’s head shot up, concerned.
“Is the baby okay?”
Willow looked over her shoulder and gave a soft smile.
“You-baby.”
Tara blushed.
“Sorry,” she whispered, moving her mouth behind Willow’s ear, licking around the curve.
Willow let out a soft gasp as Tara nipped at her lobe while fingers started to dip into her wetness again, gathering moisture before gently slipping inside. She moaned at the satisfying fullness and pushed her hips down as Tara thrust up, giving her just the right amount of friction.
She writhed around as Tara tongued her ear and moved inside her, the combination causing deep, throbbing heat to pulse through her body. She grabbed Tara’s wrist as she felt a pressure building and pushed her deeper and faster inside her, not able to form the words to request it.
Tara matched the rhythm Willow was setting and pushed her own hips behind to give her more power, feeling her wife begin to come undone almost immediately.
“Tara…Tara…Oh Tara…”
Willow clawed at the sheet as her eyes glazed over and turned her head into the pillow to silence the cries rising from her throat as her body shook through her release. She continued to softly moan as Tara gently moved inside her before finally stilling and cupping her mound.
“I am now,” Willow murmured with a dreamy smile on her face, “Worn out I mean.”
Tara smiled and gathered the blanket around them, cradling Willow close.
“Sounds like you need someone to cuddle you into a proper sleep.”
Willow nodded with a sleepy grin.
“Know where I might find such a person?”
Tara smiled again and pecked Willow’s lips.
“Right here.”
Willow let out some happy sounds of contentment and closed her eyes, ready to let sleep take her.
Tara felt herself pulled from slumber for what had to be at least the 10th time in the few hours since they’d gone to sleep from feeling Willow toss and turn. She shuffled over and curled into her wife’s back, throwing her arm around her stomach and giving it a calming rub.
“Honey, what’s wrong?” she murmured sleepily.
“Nothing,” Willow replied, her tone indicating anything but, “I’m Finey McFine.”
Tara inhaled deeply from the back of Willow’s hair, trying to wake herself up a little.
“No, you’re Tossy McTurn.”
Willow turned onto her back with a groan of effort and looked at Tara with a small pout.
“You’re going to think I’m a horrible cliché and roll your eyes.”
Tara’s vision was clouded from her half-closed eyes but she gently shook her head.
“I won’t.”
Willow looked conflicted as to whether to reveal the cause of her insomniac turmoil but finally broke down with a sigh.
“I want a pickle.”
Tara pursed her lips to stop the smile from showing and sluggishly sat up, rubbing her eyes.
“Okay.”
Willow enjoyed watching Tara’s naked back muscles rippling as she stretched for a moment until she saw her slipping from the bed.
“We don’t have any.”
Tara went to the dresser and started pulling on a pair of sweats and an old sweatshirt.
“I’ll get you some.”
Willow frowned and glanced over at the alarm clock on the nightstand.
“It’s 2am.”
“That convenience store on the corner is still there, I saw it walking to the T,” Tara replied, gathering her hair from inside the hood of the sweatshirt, “It’s probably still 24 hours.”
Willow’s frown deepened.
“Is that safe?”
Tara gave a wry grin.
“It was safe when we needed a middle-of-the-night ice cream run after a marathon session.”
Willow blushed and cracked a smile, her eyes softening.
“You’re gonna go wandering the streets of Boston at 2am because I want a pickle?”
“Mmhhmm,” Tara replied, slipping into a pair of flats, “Do you want something disgusting to dip it in?”
Willow shook her head, a little embarrassed.
“Just the pickle.”
Tara covered her mouth to stifle a yawn and walked over to leave a sleepy kiss on Willow’s forehead before leaving the bedroom, grabbing her wallet and the apartment key and leaving the building.
She stuck her hands into the front pocket of her sweatshirt as the cold night air hit her and stuck her chin down into her chest as another yawn escaped from her mouth. She quickly skirted around the few corners and smiled when she saw the flicking neon sign above the convenience store she was looking for, a regular stop for them when they had lived in Boston, for early-morning coffee and milk runs as well as for the late-night ice-cream.
It had been run by a cherry Indian man who seemed to always be behind the cash desk regardless of what time of the day or night it was, claiming a special blend of tea from his home town was his secret to keep him going.
Tara opened and stepped through the door, shivering a little as she did so and kept her head down as she wandered the aisles looking for pickles, the bright lights of the store harsh against her still sleepy eyes.
She eventually and gratefully located a jar in the middle aisle surrounded by pasta sauces and grabbed a second one just in case, then brought them up to the check-out, leaving them on the counter and fumbling in her pockets for her wallet, not looking up until a familiar cheery voice piped up in heavy accented clipped English.
“I know you! Coffee and ice-cream!”
Tara peered up, suddenly conscious of the fact that she hadn’t even bothered to brush her hair but smiled softly when she recognised the short, dark-skinned man scanning the jars.
“Mr Chatterjee?”
“Is you!” Mr Chatterjee said chirpily, “I have not seen you in…many years!”
Tara’s smile widened, almost coyly; the man’s cheerfulness was comforting and charismatic.
“We moved. New York, upstate. I can’t believe you remember me,” she said, then gestured at him, “And that you’re still here.”
“The tea. Will make you live forever,” Mr Chatterjee replied, pointing at a cup with a clear brownish liquid beside him, before looking at Tara inquisitively, “Your friend! The pretty girl!”
“Very pretty,” Tara agreed, then tapped the top of one of the jars, “For her. She’s having a baby.”
Mr. Chatterjee nodded understandingly.
“My wife enjoy the pickles with baby too. With the peanut butter.”
Tara looked around and grabbed a couple of packs of peanut butter cups, leaving them down on the counter.
“Better be on the safe side.”
Mr. Chatterjee smiled and rang the items through as well. Tara handed him the cash and took her change, pocketing it and gathering everything, offering the man a small wave as she started towards the door.
“Nice to see you, Mr. Chatterjee. Keep drinking that tea!”
Mr. Chatterjee laughed and waved.
“I will! Bye! Come again!”
Tara left the store and rearranged the jars in her hands, stuffing the peanut butter cups into her front pocket and quickly made her way back to the apartment. She carefully closed the door so JJ wouldn’t wake up and left one of the jars in the refrigerator, then grabbed a paper towel and went back into the bedroom.
Willow sat up straight as she entered and Tara walked over, handing her the jar with the paper towel wrapped around it and left the peanut butter cups on the nightstand.
“In case you wanted something sweet,” she said softly, kissing her forehead before moving back around to her side of the bed, stripping off as she did so.
“Tara, thank you,” Willow replied, her voice full of emotion.
Tara left her clothes pooled on the floor to worry about in the morning and gratefully sank back under the covers, cuddling up to Willow’s side again, closing her eyes with a soft sigh of contentment to be back in bed.
“Remember this when you knock me up,” she replied, then paused for a moment but was smiling, “I meant if.”
Willow saw the smile and grinned from ear to ear.
“I will,” she replied as she tried and failed to open the jar.
Tara felt Willow’s arms straining above her and cracked an eye open, reaching for the jar when she saw her struggling. She popped the lid and handed it back.
“You’re like my superhero,” Willow giggled giddily, then saw Tara settle back down against her, “I can go eat this in the kitchen.”
Tara shook her head.
“Crunch away, my love.”
Willow took a pickle from the jar and wrapped the paper towel around it to stop soak up the juice around it and happily bit into it, the satisfying flavour and saltiness instantly filling the craving that had kept her up half the night.
“Feel better?” Tara asked, feeling Willow’s body relaxing beside her.
“Much,” Willow replied through a mouthful, finishing the pickle and reaching for another one. The peanut butter cup caught her eye and a fresh craving stirred inside her so tore the pack open and took a bite of each at the same time, “Oh my god this is amazing.”
Tara peered up and saw what her wife was eating, grinning a little in response.
“Thank Mr. Chatterjee.”
Willow’s eyebrow rose in surprise as she continued to stuff her mouth with the delicious new combination of flavours.
“The Indian guy? He was still there?”
Tara gave a small chuckle.
“It’s the tea, Willow. It’s always the tea.”
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I think the woman might be an App Friend'' of mine on Facebook. I've have several incidents where someone I don't even know has taken the time to criticize either my status or a post. It's the only time when I agree with Cordelia: "Excuse me? Who gave you permission to exist? Do I horn in on your private discussions? No. Why? Because you're boring." I should use that as my standard response.
poor Tara. She's so patient with her two (soon to be three) children.
Thanks!
Hilarious
them making love. Willow's difficulty seemed very realistic. (I'm guessing 
HOORAY FOR WILLOW BEING IN LABOR!!! 
