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Adult Confidential (Chapter 32)
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TITLE: Adult Confidential

WRITER: 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.

PAIRING: Willow/Tara (from Buffy The Vampire Slayer)

SUMMARY: They’ve graduated, now they’re faced with the big, bad world of adulthood…the second part in the prequel series of Hacker Confidential and Family Confidential (and follow-up to College Confidential)

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

FEEDBACK: Yes please

Chapter 32

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Tara swung one leg over the other as she tried to get comfortable on the little stool she was sitting on.


The stool was in a fitting room in a department store downtown and she'd been sitting there for several minutes watching Willow try things on. Willow was currently buttoning up one of the many shirts hanging up waiting for her to sample.


Willow fixed the collar on the green blouse settling over her frame and stood sideways at the mirror to check herself out.


“Remind me why we’re shopping for me on your birthday?”


Tara looked at Willow with that withering affectionate look she reserved just for her girlfriend.


“Because you need some new shirts and there’s a sale on,” she replied, reaching out to smooth a corner on the hem of the shirt, “Your boobs look great in that.”


Willow patted her chest, pleased.


“They do?”


Tara grabbed Willow’s hips, which were eye-level with her face and pulled her close.


“Mmhhmm. Wonder how easy it is to rip off?”


Willow giggled and pulled herself away.


“I’m gonna keep needing new shirts if you keep ripping them off.”


“Small price to pay,” Tara replied with a crooked grin.


“Until we can't afford our electric bill,” Willow replied wryly.


She tried on a new, black shirt, which she thought looked nice with her jeans.


“What do you think of this one?”


Tara nodded appreciatively.


“Tight. Yummy.”


Willow put her hands loosely on her hips.


“Sometimes being a great girlfriend interferes with your ability to be a regular old clothes-appraising girl.”


Tara sat up straighter on the stool.


“Okay, taking the girlfriend goggles off.”


She folded her arms across her chest and cocked her head as she made Willow do a turn. She finally nodded.


“It’s very smart. Well-fitting. Good for interviews.”


“Well, good, because my year of online recruitment was a massive failure so I’m moving on to pounding the streets,” Willow replied firmly, “New Year’s resolution!”


“You know I’ve got your back, baby,” Tara reassured sweetly, but couldn’t help eye Willow as she stood there in her bra, “And I’ll happily take your front if it’s on offer.”


Willow put a finger against Tara's lips.


“You’re gonna get us kicked out of here,” she whispered, grinning as she threw on the t-shirt she’d worn in, “Why are you so frisky today?”


“I can’t be frisky on my birthday?” Tara asked, hooking her fingers into Willow’s belt loop.


Willow leaned down and pressed her lips to Tara’s.


“Yes, but hold the thought until we're not in the very accessible cramped space,” she said, pecking Tara again and pulling herself out of her girlfriend’s grip, “Come on, I have enough options here.”


Tara followed Willow out of the fitting room, carrying both their purses. She spotted a few men in the same position as her as she passed by, though they didn’t seem as pleased to be bag handlers. She gave them sympathetic looks and took a grateful moment to herself that she actually enjoyed experiencing all aspects of life with another woman.


She waited on Willow while she went through the checkout.


She had a smile for her girlfriend when she came back from the register and Willow returned it just as brightly. Willow linked Tara's arm with hers and brought them out the door while her shopping bag hung off her other wrist.


“I’m so happy we got a nice day. Cold but sunny and none of that ice I’ve fallen on my ass on at least six times.”


“I’ve enjoyed kissing it better,” Tara replied, giving Willow a small hip bump.


Willow blushed and hid her face for a moment, but couldn’t help showing off her smile to Tara. Tara leaned over and kissed Willow’s cheek, who was just beaming from ear to ear.


It had been one of those days where they were all over each other, right from the lazy and 'not-so-lazy' parts of their morning, the intimately shared brunch in bed and now just walking down the street. They really had time for nothing and nobody else, but Willow thought it was important to mark the day.


“I know you kept saying you don’t want to do anything for your birthday, but we should do something. Just something fun we don't normally do.”


“Well, since we’re in the city anyway…” Tara replied agreeably, really happy to do whatever, as long as it was together, “What do you suggest?”


Willow had a list in her head of a few possibilities of things in the city she'd like to see and do. As she did a quick assessment of where they were, how much time and money they had and remembering Tara had mentioned going to this place before, she made a decision.


“We could visit the aquarium and eat on the waterfront. There's some nice restaurants out there, cheap too.”


Tara just smiled; she knew she could trust her girlfriend to come up with something whimsical and fun to do for an afternoon.


“That actually sounds really lovely.”


“If we get there on time we can watch them feed the penguins,” Willow replied excitedly, “Train or walk?”


“Walk there, train home,” Tara replied surely, “It’ll be packed at this time with people coming home from sales.”


“I’ll never object to a stroll with my love,” Willow replied sweetly.


She released Tara’s arm only to take her hand, interlocking their fingers as they set off in the right direction.


It was less than a mile, so they got there in good time. The sun was shining even brighter over the water and it even felt a degree or two warmer. Tara looked forward to having a meal looking out on the wharf in a bit, but was excited for the aquarium too.


She had only been once as a child, but loved walking in the glass tunnels with the colourful aquatic life swimming above and around her. She knew Willow loved the penguins too, so this was an all ‘round crowd pleaser to spend their day.


They paid the admission and Willow folded out the map they received.


“Should we start with the Amazon Rainforest exhibit or the Giant Ocean Tank?”


“Giant Ocean Tank,” Tara replied eagerly.


They went to the giant four-story tank and Tara pressed herself right up close to the glass to watch all of the tropical fish, sea turtles, stingrays and eels swim around. She didn't look unlike some of the other actual children there, which was a treat for Willow to see, as she was usually more of the childlike one in the relationship.


She watched as something new caught her girlfriend's eye every second and how she got lost in their hypnotic movements.


“The exhibit goes down 26 feet, it is 40 feet wide and holds 200,000 gallons of salt water,” Willow read from the map as she sidled up close to Tara, “This exhibit is so big that it was built first, and then the rest of the Aquarium was built around it.”


“Wow,” Tara replied in awe, “It is pretty amazing.”


Willow stood with her and a few moments later, pointed excitedly.


“It’s Myrtle the turtle!”


The kids in the area all came around to look as the famous green sea turtle swam by in all its majestic glory.


Willow was sure Myrtle shook her flipper in her direction and became giddy on her feet. She pulled at the hem of Tara’s shirt with an animated smile, quickly shifting the childlike balance in her favour.


“She waved at me.”


“I’m sure she did,” Tara replied kindly.


Myrtle swam off again and Tara brought Willow over to a corner to show her some pretty parrotfish.


They spent two leisurely hours browsing the coral tank, the seadragons, the marine mammal centre and the rainforest exhibition.


They walked through the interactive centre on their way to the penguins, not intending to stop as it seemed geared mostly towards children. Willow, however, couldn’t resist the opportunity to stroke the sharks and rays in the touch tank.


She brushed the backs of her fingers against them and smiled widely.


“Cool!”


Tara joined her and ran a delicate finger along a passing ray so as not to disturb its day too greatly.


“The ocean is amazing.”


Willow nodded in agreement and they spent another few minutes observing the tank before they decided to move on.


They arrived at the penguins just as feeding had begun and both got great joy watching the penguins sliding and diving for their fish.


Willow imitated their waddle, making Tara laugh, and a penguin to come near to the enclosure wall and investigate.


“Hello Mr Penguin,” Willow greeted.


The penguin made a squawking sound and went off again. Willow clutched Tara’s arm excitedly.


“The turtle and the penguin talked to me!”


“You’re like aquawoman,” Tara replied, her lips sloped on one side.


“Laugh at me now, but you’ll be grateful when the ice caps melt and you have someone to help you survive,” Willow replied with mock huffiness.


Tara just leaned over and kissed Willow’s cheek until she was grinned. She pulled away, rubbed the spot on Willow’s cheek lightly and took her hand.


“I’m getting hungry.”


Willow nodded.


“Me too. Let’s go find a restaurant.”


Willow waved goodbye to the penguins and they took the long trip back through the aquarium to see everything again, but without stopping this time.


The waterfront was just around the corner and there were a few options to eat. They finally settled on a bistro place because it had outside seating with heaters.


Willow held Tara’s chair out for her to sit, then pushed her in chivalrously.


“Thank you,” Tara replied as Willow sat opposite her.


A waiter dropped off some menus and went to grab some bread, but Willow and Tara were hungry so they were ready to order in that space of time.


“I’ll get the chilli burger with extra cheddar and fries, with a Sam Adams, thanks,” Willow said, folding her napkin into her lap.


Tara took Willow’s menu and handed it, and hers, to the waiter.


“I’ll have the fish and chips and a glass of your house white, please.”


The waiter wrote it down and left again.


“Good choice. I bet the fish is so fresh,” Willow said, then pursed her lips and put on a bad English accent, “‘Fish and chips’.”


Tara shook her head playfully.


“I’m glad you’re not trying to get a job that requires you to put on an accent.”


“Hey,” Willow replied indignantly, “I will have you know I’ve immersed myself so fully in Doctor Who and Whovianism that my accent is perfect.”


“Keep believing in yourself, sweetie,” Tara replied in that special way that managed to be sincere and tongue-in-cheek at the same time.


Willow responded by sticking her tongue out and Tara shoved a piece of bread in there. Willow just tore some from her mouth and chewed the rest.


“I was hungry anyway.”


They had a very laid-back meal, sipping on their cold drinks and taking their time to eat while the sun set over the water.


They had a coffee and shared an indulgent slice of triple chocolate cheesecake for dessert. Willow sliced the end with a fork and held it over the table for Tara to eat.


“Happy Birthday to you…Happy Birthday to you…Happy Birthday dear Tara…Happy Birthday to you…”


Tara closed her mouth around the fork and smiled across the table at Willow.


“You will love this.”


Willow took the next bite and her eyes rivalled the ones she made when Tara’s mouth was somewhere else.


“In-cred-ible.”


There was only one other couple sitting outside and they were two tables and a heater behind them, so they took the opportunity to feed each other the rest of the dessert without being self-conscious.


With full bellies and an after-dinner mint dissolving on their tongues, they caught the T home.


There was unwrapping of jackets and scarves when they got in, but Tara was quick to sidle up to Willow and hold her by the hips.


“I want to go to bed.”


Willow glanced at her watch in confusion.


“It’s early.”


“I know what time it is,” Tara replied, her eyes glancing to Willow’s lips and back up to her eyes.


“Oh!” Willow replied, getting it, “Yes, yes. We should go to bed.”


Tara led Willow into the bedroom, sat on the edge of the bed and pulled her close. She leaned up just as Willow leaned down to meet in the middle for a kiss.


Tara pulled on the strings of Willow’s hoodie, then slid the zipper down until it sprang free. She pushed the material back off Willow’s shoulders and let it fall, sliding her hands down to Willow’s hips as it went.


She pulled Willow forward that last inch and started to slide the belt out of its loop. She popped the button on Willow’s jeans, then abandoned Willow’s lips to fall to her knees and drag the zip with her teeth.


Willow tried not to squirm as Tara’s breath hit the front of her panties and stepped out of her jeans as they pooled at her ankles. Tara kissed below Willow’s bellybutton, pushing the fabric of her shirt up on her way as her mouth sought softer pastures in the same direction.


Her lips enjoyed the exposed parts of Willow’s breasts and she could see her nipples hardening behind the fabric of the bra. It sent jolts between her legs and she straightened up to pull Willow’s cheeks forward, kissing her soundly.


Willow felt the fire in her belly ignite and pushed Tara back on the bed. She climbed over her, found the side button on Tara’s skirt and delicately freed it with two fingers.


“Amazing what you can do with a couple of fingers,” Tara commented with a sultry smile.


Willow’s eyes flamed with lust and she yanked Tara’s skirt straight off. Before it even landed on the floor, her mouth was on Tara’s thighs; lips brushing her tender skin and nose hitting against even more tender areas through her panties.


Tara’s eyelids fluttered closed as she felt the first throb of excitement deep inside her. Her hand pressed Willow’s head gently into her panties, then pulled her up again, unable to resist the allure of her lips.


She held Willow’s face gently while Willow suckled on her bottom lip.


After a minute or two, Willow pulled back with flushed cheeks and dark eyes.


“I have something to wear…but it’s not like we normally get. It’s…silly.”


Tara just smiled coquettishly.


“I like silly.”


Willow nervously stood up and walked into the closet.


Tara snapped her own bra off but left her panties off for Willow to take off later. She heard some shuffling and jostling, then Willow poked her head out of the closet.


“I changed my mind. I look stupid.”


“Oh, just let me see,” Tara said, crossing her arms behind her head so her chest thrust out more alluringly to coax Willow out.


It worked, and Willow made her way out in nothing but a candy g-string.


She’d had to get creative in finding an inexpensive treat.


Tara smirked.


“You look good enough to eat.”


She motioned a blushing Willow over and into her lap, then leaned over and broke one of the candies into her mouth.


“It tastes like those candy necklaces you get as a kid.”


Willow’s flush spread to her chest.


“I think the, um…structure is the same.”


Tara licked her lips and played with the elastic surrounding the candies.


“Sugar, sugar…” she sang teasingly.


Willow’s brow creased.


“Don’t.”


“Honey, honey…” Tara continued, grin ever increasing.


“Tara…” Willow whined.


“You are my candy girl…” Tara sang, her voice dropping provocatively, “And you got me wanting you.”


Willow was caught up in the look of Tara’s eyes too much to continue to annoy being teased. Tara leaned in so their lips brushed.


“Bad,” she whispered, breath becoming slightly laboured, “I want you bad.”


Willow’s stomach flopped and she crushed her mouth against Tara’s, pushing her onto her back again.


Tara cupped Willow’s butt cheeks, her wrists hitting against the candy shells as she did so. They got into an enthusiastic grinding a little too quickly, and it wasn’t long before the thin elastic snapped under the friction and made the candies pool around their hips.


“Shit,” Willow said, breaking the kiss to investigate, “Some treat that was.”


“They haven’t disappeared,” Tara replied, slipping out from under Willow, “Lie on your front.”


Willow obliged and Tara began lining the candies along Willow’s spine. She slowly ate her way down, kissing each away with a generous press of her lips.


Willow tried not to shudder in pleasure and dislodge the candies, but it proved difficult. Tara’s mouth was hot on her skin, searing her with desire.


When Tara took the last one right on the crack of her ass, Willow swung her legs around and landed Tara face to face with a sweeter treat.


Tara glanced up at Willow, grinned, and ducked her head to enjoy the offering.


The mess of broken candies surrounded them and every so often Tara would pick one up on her tongue and lick it through Willow’s length before swallowing.


Willow found the sensation utterly erotic. Her hips lifted into Tara’s mouth and sought as much contact as possible.


Tara caught another candy, but between her teeth this time. She dragged it between Willow’s lips, then lifted it up to her girlfriend’s mouth and kissed her.


Willow felt the candy melt on her tongue with the added tang from Tara’s lips. She slipped her tongue past her girlfriend’s teeth, where it played with Tara’s until the candy dissolved between them.


Willow’s hand fell to Tara’s chest, sliding her palm against her girlfriend’s nipple to feel it harden. She pinched it between two fingers, making Tara’s hips jolt into her.


She rolled Tara over onto her back and made a grab for her panties.


Tara bent her knees up to help, and caught Willow with her legs when they were free.


Willow giggled as she fell forwards onto Tara again. Tara squirmed as she candies gathered under her butt and she batted underneath her to get rid of them.


Some rolled onto the floor and others crushed into the bed. There would be a good vacuuming needed later, but it wasn’t on either of their minds.


Willow’s hand curved around Tara’s hip and rubbed down her outer thigh. She felt Tara shiver under her touch as she moved inwards and grew closed to the spot between her legs Tara wanted her to be.


Tara needed more contact; so she got Willow on her side and lowered her mouth to her girlfriend’s chest. Her lips wrapped around a nipple so she could feel the skin pebbling on her tongue. She felt Willow’s hand cup and squeeze her rear as little moans floated down to her ears.


She switched breasts to give the other side the same treatment and used her hand to tweak the wetted one. Willow’s hips pushed forward and Tara felt her girlfriend's arousal spill on her thigh. She dropped her hand between Willow’s legs and found her clit quickly, offering some friction by the pads of her fingers.


Willow’s head lolled back, elongating her neck.


Tara moved her mouth up into Willow’s neck and throat, gently scraping her teeth over the sensitive patches of thin skin. She could feel the heat coming from Willow’s skin and dipped her middle finger inside Willow to get to her hottest recess. Her thumb took over Willow’s clit and Tara used a curling motion to hit her sweet spot at the same time.


Willow’s hands moved from Tara’s ass up to her shoulders, hanging on. She’d fallen half onto her back and was enjoying Tara’s weight on top of her and how it added drive to her thrusting hand.


“Baby…” she panted breathlessly, eyes closed.


She licked her lips to get some moisture, but it flooded south again with each pound of Tara’s skilled fingers. She felt that fireball in her belly start to spread and had just enough time to grab the sheet and twist it in her hand before it broke and made her convulse.


Tara added another finger inside Willow to stroke her through the contractions. She stilled after a minute or so but stayed inside for the occasional squeeze she got while Willow caught her breath.


Willow absently smoothed out the sheet under her hand and wiggled her fingers free of the tension. Her eyes blinked open and she smiled bashfully under Tara’s gaze.


“Wow.”


Tara leaned in and pressed her lips to Willow, who loosely grabbed Tara’s cheeks and kissed back insistently. It wasn’t long before Tara was the one on her back and Willow was grinding on top of her.


Tara spread her legs to get some contact and Willow couldn’t resist; she was down there in seconds, opening Tara’s thighs and kissing between her legs.


Tara’s neck arched into the pillows as she felt Willow’s tongue glide through her. Her hips gave little jerky movements as Willow teased her clit, until finally a long groan was pulled from her as lips wrapped around it.


Her hand found Willow’s head and held her there, wanting more of her. Willow obliged and made good use of her lips and tongue to drive Tara towards the edge.


She had Tara twisting and turning in no time. Her lips were her secret weapon, able to offer large open-mouth kisses to Tara’s length while offering a particular quick burst of pleasure to her clit through a well-timed suck. They were plump from Tara’s kisses which only added to the effect.


Tara’s breath hitched and she grew tense for that split second before her body filled with the nerve-tingling pleasure that Willow was working so hard to give to her.


She covered her face with her hands and closed her legs to contain that little throb still pulsing through her clit. Willow joined back at the pillows and they laid close together, catching their breaths.


Tara was close to dozing off when Willow rolled onto her stomach and kicked her legs up behind her.


“I never gave you your present.”


Tara blinked a few times, smiled lazily and turned her head towards Willow.


“I think you did…”


Willow blushed, then leaned in and placed a lingering kiss on Tara’s lips. When she broke off, she bumped her nose affectionately against Tara’s, then shuffled over to the other side of the bed to open her nightstand drawer.


She returned with something closed in her palm and a square jewellery box in the other hand.


Tara took it with a grateful smile and popped the lid. Inside was a silver chain with a small, silver pendant shaped like a puzzle piece hanging off of it.


“Put it on,” Willow encouraged.


Tara sat up a bit and tied the chain around her neck. When she looked up again, she saw that Willow had a similar chain on too.


Willow brought their pendants close and locked them together.


“Get ready for the cheese…” she warned, then her smile softened, “You complete me.”


Tara was touched.


“I love it.”


She leaned over and cupped Willow’s cheek, bringing them close to kiss. They laid their head down on the same pillow, still locked by the necklace.


“I love you,” Tara finished, kissing Willow again.


“I love you,” Willow added softly, nuzzling against Tara’s neck, “You know I have to ask…good birthday?”


Tara curled the ends of Willow’s hair around her fingers, releasing it every so often to find a new strand to play with.


“Best birthday,” she replied emphatically, tilting Willow’s chin up to look at her, “They keep getting better with you.”


Willow closed the gap and kissed Tara again; each press of their lips tasting like she’d been in drought for years and Tara’s kisses were the freshest water on earth.


They cuddled into each other, barely moving for the rest of the night.


Always fitting together perfectly to be each other’s missing puzzle piece.

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