TITLE: Adult Confidential
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
Tara sat on the edge of the bed, checking the alarm for the morning and making sure her phone was connected to charge properly.
She swung her legs into bed and settled her head comfortably on the pillows, watching while Willow played on her phone beside her.
She reached out and caressed Willow’s upper arm.
“Your birthday is coming up.”
Willow just smiled without looking up.
“Every year you remind me, as if I’m going to forget.”
“Because if I left it to you, you wouldn’t do anything but ask me to make mac and cheese,” Tara countered.
“Your mac and cheese is delicious. If you really want to do something, let’s just grab a beer at the bar.”
“You really don’t want to do anything special?” Tara prompted, hoping for some celebration after the stress of the last few months.
Willow rolled her head towards Tara with a fake exasperated sigh.
“Okay, let’s find a new bar with some good entertainment. Music or comedy or something. Does that pass the test?” she asked, voice frustrated, though not with Tara, “This thing is lagging so bad.”
She left her phone on her nightstand and opted to cuddle into Tara instead. Tara very much welcomed it and held Willow to her.
“I’ll ask around for somewhere nice and see who’s in.”
“Better push it to the weekend so we can enjoy ourselves,” Willow offered, “Ask Becky too, she normally knows what’s happening around town…but you know, don’t let her choose. Just get suggestions.”
Tara leaned in and pecked Willow’s cheek.
“That’s my girl. I knew you’d get into it.”
Willow’s cheek lightly flushed where Tara’s lips pressed.
“My last paycheck will be in too, so I can at least buy a round of drinks.”
“They finally gave it up?” Tara asked, pleased.
Willow’s quite dubious former employees had been messing her around with the last of the money owed to her, but they had finally reached an agreement.
“After I agreed to give a statement to the cops.”
Tara’s brow creased.
“You were going to do that anyway.”
Willow grinned. She may have suggested that the police could stick it, but when they actually called she had little choice but to agree. Still, she was at least able to get some leverage out of it.
“They didn’t know that.”
“Sneaky,” she said with the smirk obvious in her voice, “Want me to come to the police station with you?”
Willow waved a hand.
“Nah, it’s probably just a bunch of waiting around and telling them what happened. Don’t waste your lunchbreak.”
“If you’re sure, honey,” Tara replied with a nod.
Willow cast her gaze toward Tara and turned herself on her side. She brushed her hand down Tara’s side.
“About as sure as I am that you're the love of my life.”
Willow’s lips were close to Tara’s, and Tara couldn’t help glance at their plumpness.
“How sure is that?”
Willow’s eyes sparkled with love in the darkness.
“As sure as I am that the electrolysis of water into oxygen and hydrogen gas is a decomposition reaction.”
Tara patted Willow's shoulder.
“I'll take your word for it.”
Willow touched her fingertips against Tara's cheek and leaned in so their noses touched.
She let their breath meet for a moment and swirl into one, before kissing her to show her everything words couldn't.
Willow stepped off the bus onto the street she’d run away from last time she was there.
She looked up and down and didn’t see anybody skulking around or lurking in the shadows. She didn’t like being back in the neighbourhood of her former place of work, but she knew she had to get this over with.
In a way she was glad things had gone down with the owner like it had, not only because it got her out of there, but because she’d been so angry and embarrassed that there hadn’t been much room to be traumatised. When she thought back to it, the only violence she remembered was her own when she threw the name tag.
She hoped that wouldn’t come up.
Is assault by name tag a thing?
She crossed the street and made her way into the police station. She looked around for a moment, then knocked up to the nearest desk.
“Uh, hi. I have to give a statement about a robbery.”
The female cop looked up, then pulled her keyboard towards her.
“What’s your name?”
“Willow Rosenberg,” Willow answered.
The officer tapped for a moment, then pushed a clipboard towards her.
“Sign in here and you can wait in room three. Someone will be in with you shortly.”
Willow signed a form with her name, address and contact number, as well as ticking the relevant box for her visit. She was pointed in the right direction for the room she was to wait in and took a seat on the cold metal seat.
Minutes ticked by — a lot of them — and Willow was growing ever increasingly impatient.
“Shortly, my ass.”
She’d counted the tiles on the ceiling enough times to drive her crazy and tried to pull the handcuff bars on the table clean off so much that her fingers were red and indented.
Finally, another cop came to the door. He was an average sized man who tried to seem taller than he was, and had a hand placed near his gun importantly.
“You can leave.”
Willow looked up, confused.
“I didn’t give my statement.”
The cop shifted on his feet.
“We don’t require it any longer, ma’am,” he said ambiguously, “You’ve left your name and address, right?”
Willow nodded, but hoped they wouldn’t be in touch.
“Uh huh. It's kind of a trek out here…am I going to be called out again?”
The cop shook his head.
“Unlikely, ma'am. You’re free to go.”
Willow pushed herself up.
She left the dark room behind, only slightly annoyed at her wasted trip and completely unaware of the attention she’d begun to bring on herself.
Willow was sitting in bed, getting comfortable when suddenly the room was plunged into darkness.
She saw the alarm clock still displaying the time, so knew the power hadn't gone out. She was about to put a note in her phone to buy a new bulb when a flicker of light caught her eye. A moment later, it entered the room fully with Tara's silhouette behind.
Tara carried the candle-laden cupcake towards Willow, her smile slowly becoming more visible as she approached.
“Happy Birthday to you…Happy Birthday to you…Happy Birthday dear Willow…Happy Birthday to you.”
Tara sat beside Willow and presented her with the cupcake. Willow blew out the candle.
“Uh oh. Now I can't see my favourite thing in the world.”
“Cupcakes?” Tara asked.
Willow flicked on the lamp on her nightstand.
Tara smiled and pressed a kiss to Willow's cheek.
“Happy Birthday,” she greeted, not for the first time that day, “My gift is delayed, but I have a little something for you…”
She pulled the corner of her robe away from her body and revealed nothing but the lacy, crotchless panties underneath.
Willow's eyes widened, which was the reaction Tara was hoping for.
“I thought my birthday dinner was the best thing I'd eat tonight…”
Tara let the robe slide off her body, then upturned the cupcake. She rubbed the frosting over her breasts and stomach, and it was just seconds before Willow had her on her back to lick it all up.
Willow's tongue eagerly tasted the sweet frosting against Tara's sweeter skin. As her mouth brushed Tara's bellybutton, her hands ran along the lace on her girlfriend's thighs. She loved the feel of the lacy material.
As she got lower she was completely enthralled by Tara's pussy framed by the fabric. She began to lick Tara while her fingers wove in and out of the material and against Tara's skin.
It was all very hot, both in internal and external temperatures. She could feel the heat radiating from Tara on her tongue and she loved it.
She was too turned on to tease, just wanting to feel her girlfriend's hot gush in her hot garment. Her tongue moved fast and she was undoing Tara in minutes; hearing her name bounce off the walls.
When things settled again, Willow came back up, still with frosting peeking out of the corner of her mouth. She was grinning, making it even more obvious.
“Happy Birthday to me,” she sang, off key but not caring an ounce.
She laid down and circled one of Tara's nipples on her gently heaving chest.
“Happy Birthday to me.”
Her fingers danced up to Tara's neck and brushed over the jutting bones of Tara's collarbone.
“Happy Birthday dear Willow.”
She leaned over and stole a kiss, which put the pleased grin back on her face.
“Happy Birthday to me.”
Willow watched Tara lay out her clothes to wear for the birthday celebrations that evening.
She ran her hand along the material of the little black dress, appreciating its sleek feel.
“You gonna wear those crotchless panties you wore on my birthday?”
Tara smiled over her shoulder coyly.
“If you want me to.”
“Would any sane person say no?” Willow asked with a playful smirk.
Tara went to the dresser and took the underwear out from her stash of lingerie. While there, she reached over to Willow’s side.
“If you get to pick my panties, I get to pick yours.”
She turned around with a pink pair flying around on her finger.
“My Hello Kitty ones,” Willow said wryly, “The height of sexiness.”
Tara bunched them in her hand.
“You wore these the first time we had sex.”
“Damn, they’re old. I should throw them out.”
Tara thrust them towards Willow.
“Wear them. I like them.”
Willow caught them with one hand.
She dropped the panties she was in and put on the new ones, then picked out the jeans she wanted to wear for the night. They were black and hugged her ass particularly nicely, an asset she wanted to show off since Tara would be thinking about what was underneath all evening.
As she was fastening the button, she felt a palm curve around her cheek and give it a tight squeeze.
“You know exactly what you’re doing,” Tara called back melodiously as she passed by on her way to the bathroom.
Willow smirked to herself and snapped her own waistband.
“Damn straight I do.”
She added a brown jacket which, unusually, didn’t clash; even going so far as to look chic. Tara’s fashion sense had improved since her stint in Paris and Willow’s was starting to follow. She’d always love a fuzzy sweater on a cold day but there was room to diversify too.
She went over to her jewellery box on the vanity table and picked out a chunky bangle to match. It was technically Tara’s, but Willow had stolen it once or twice and it had ended up in her box.
She shook it on, enjoying its bounce around her arm until it settled.
Tara returned in some makeup and stood behind Willow in front of the mirror.
“Do I look nice enough for this place? Where is it again?” Willow asked.
Tara nodded casually.
“I think so. I asked Brian instead of Becky since he’s less on the trendy scene. He said nice music and a good crowd. You know Brian; I doubt he’s sending us somewhere where they won’t let us in in this.”
Tara adjusted the shoulders on her dress, then squeezed each of Willow’s upper arms and smiled through the mirror.
Willow reached up and squeezed Tara’s hand.
“Are we ready to go?”
Tara took a step back.
She went over to her nightstand and opened the drawer. She took out a small, gift-wrapped rectangle box and brought it over.
“Happy Birthday. I’m sorry I didn’t have it on the day, they had some mailing mishap.”
Willow leaned up to kiss Tara’s cheek as she accepted the present.
“You’re always gift enough.”
Even so, she tore open the wrapping. Her eyes lit up when she saw the glossy iPhone embossed on the packaging.
“It’s the new one!”
“I picked Brian’s brains too when we talked about venues,” Tara replied for a soft smile, “He helped me figure out the right one. He renewed our contract or something so I could afford a nicer one. I didn’t think you’d mind.”
Willow threw her arms around Tara.
“Thank you. I had such techno jealousy watching people gush about this phone. I promise I’m not going to go crazy this time.”
She pecked Tara’s cheek again and immediately started to rip open the box. She looked up sheepishly.
“But I might bring it so I can set it up on the train.”
She skipped out to do a quick transfer from her old phone while Tara got her shoes on and gathered things in her purse.
They walked to the T station and got seats, where Willow proceeded to spend the entire journey tapping things onto the new phone. True to her word, however, once they were on the street again she put it securely away into her purse.
“Okay, I’m putting it away now. I’m your date for the evening.”
She linked her arm with Tara’s, who smiled back and they walked arm in arm to the address Brian had given them before.
They walked inside and were immediately met with an atmospheric buzz of a young twenty-something professional crowd. It was contemporary but casual, with the kind of soft lighting that probably made people drink quicker without the fear of judgement. It set a nice mood and probably increased the bar profits too.
Tara took her jacket off and hung it over her arm.
“Want a cocktail?”
They approached the bar together and Willow nodded.
“Sure. What are you getting?”
Tara picked up the menu on the bar.
“Mai Tai, I think.”
She handed it to Willow, who did the same.
“Hmm…I’ll do rum too. A cuba libre, please.”
“Want to get a seat?” Tara suggested while she got the bartender’s attention.
Willow went off, but was back just as Tara was paying for their drinks.
“I got a text from Brian, he’s upstairs with Becky.”
“Oh, cool,” Tara replied, handing Willow her glass, “Here you go.”
They walked up the winding stairs to the second floor of the bar, which was designed for people to either sit in booths or stand at a space in front of the stage.
Brian and Becky were sitting opposite in a booth directly across from the stage. Willow and Tara approached with a wave and embrace as they sat in.
“Hey guys, good to see you,” Willow greeted.
“Alice is doing a dinner with friends but she says she’ll call in after,” Tara added.
“This is where the band is playing, so I came early to get us good seats,” Brian explained, then his cheeks tinged pink, “It’s Disorder Corridor actually.”
Willow blushed too and kept her gaze on her drink.
“What am I missing here?” Becky asked, amused.
“They were playing when Brian took Willow out on a date,” Tara explained with a sideways smirk.
“That’s not what happened!” Willow protested with an eye roll, “Forget it, they’re a good band. Good choice. Cheers. Here’s to birthdays…and stuff.”
“To birthdays and stuff,” Becky returned, clinking her bottle of beer against Willow’s glass, then Tara’s and Brian’s.
They settled into chatting while the second floor filled with more people getting ready to see the band. It got quite crowded, which Willow was surprised about because they were just a local band, albeit a good one.
The band arrived to set up and did a little sound check and call outs to the crowd.
Finally the guitarist gave the nod to the lead singer that everything was ready and she grinned almost sensuously to the crowd, caressing the microphone stand at the same time.
“It’s time to…congregate.”
The band started playing an up-tempo song called ‘No Tears At This Birthday Party’ and one woman got up from a booth to dance alone, quite rhythmically.
Willow wasn't sure whether she wanted an audience or whether to avoid eye contact. After a few moments, one person from each table joined in unison.
Willow noticed people had pulled out cell phones to video. She was thoroughly confused as another round of bar-goers joined in, but became even more so when Becky and Brian jumped up to fall into the crowd. She opened her mouth to question it, but it stayed open in surprise when Tara got up a moment later to lead the whole thing, facing her.
A rose appeared from somewhere and was passed along the heads of the dancers, like a rocker who jumped into the crowd. Tara caught it, twirled it and handed it to Willow.
“Happy Birthday sweetheart.”
Willow took the rose with a look of utter confusion on her face, so Tara took her hands and pulled her up.
“You said you wanted to be in a flash mob once.”
Willow’s eyes widened with realisation.
“You did this?”
“Brian helped a whole lot. I owe him a lot this week,” Tara replied modesty, and tapped her feet near Willow’s, “There’s only half a song left.”
“I don’t know the moves,” Willow replied uncertainly, aware of everyone else looking at her.
“No one does, really,” Tara replied encouragingly, “Just follow along.”
Willow followed along and got quite caught up with it, clapping her hands together vigorously by the end.
“Happy Birthday, Willow!” the lead singer shouted into the mic with her charming smile while the last few guitar chords played, “You sure got a special lady out there who cares about you a whole lot. Are we ready to rock here tonight?”
There was a fresh cheer and people returned to their seats, passing by with smiles for Willow and Tara; all of them feeling united in the joy and rush of being involved in such an event.
Willow had red cheeks and a grin stretching from ear to ear.
“That was so much fun!” she gushed, going around to her friends and Tara to hug them all, “Thank you, everyone. That was amazing. I don’t know how you pulled it off but it was amazing!”
She was still jumping from toe to toe in beat with the new song as she grabbed her nearly empty glass and drained it.
“Need a refill stat! Who else?”
Brian indicated he did and reached for his wallet, but Willow put up a hand.
“No way, I owe you,” she said in a rush, “You at least deserve a drink for dancing like that.”
Becky knocked her shoulder against Brian’s as she slid in beside him in the booth.
“He’s not bad. Briany Two-Shoes.”
Brian blushed, but luckily it was missed as Willow had hurried off to get more drinks.
Tara went to thank the band between songs, who had used their online newsletter to attract the crowd and just generally been very helpful and generous with their time to pull off the birthday surprise.
As Willow was ordering the drinks, a hand appeared on the small of her back and she looked to the side as they accompanying figure pulled up beside her.
“Hello, Willow,” Alice greeted back, “Happy Birthday.”
She produced a card and handed it over. Willow smiled gratefully and opened it, where two tickets were enclosed along with a nice verse.
Willow was surprised; she still kind of thought of Alice being ‘Tara’s friend’, though Alice had never been anything but friendly and welcoming to her.
Becky and Brian had given Willow their gifts on the day, calling in at various times after work, before Tara had gotten home. She'd gotten enough books and DVDs to entertain her for weeks.
“Hey, wow! Convention tickets! How’d you think of that?”
“Brian suggested it,” Alice replied.
Willow just grinned.
“That boy’s been doing everything! You know what, I’m gonna bring him with me. I took Tara to a con once before anyway and I don’t think it was exactly her thing. Thank you!”
She hugged Alice easily.
“Let me get you a drink.”
Alice just nodded.
“I’ll get the next. Vodka cranberry, thank you. How are you?”
They exchanged pleasantries and brought the drinks back to the table. Everyone greeted Alice and Willow and Brian started talking excitedly about the convention when Willow told him she was bringing him.
Willow was on a complete high from everything and unusually sociable, stopping to talk to other booths who had participated before. Tara noticed her bringing drinks to tables and when Willow was at the bar yet again, Tara approached her.
“You’re buying a lot of drinks, Will.”
“I actually have money in the bank for once!” Willow replied giddily, then shouted to the bar, “Hey, everyone…next round is on me!”
Everyone cheered and Tara tugged Willow away.
“Willow, are you sure?” she asked quickly.
“Of course I’m sure!” Willow replied and leaned over to pop a smooch on Tara’s lips, “Don’t be a spoilsport.”
“It’s just—” Tara started but Willow interrupted smugly.
“Whose birthday is it?”
“Okay, honey, as long as you’re happy,” Tara conceded with a smile, “Come dance with me?”
Willow left her card behind the bar and took Tara’s hands, twirling her onto the dance floor.
“This is the best night of my life!”
This is the worst morning of my life.
…was the most coherent thought to go through Willow’s mind as her eyes fought the weight keeping them closed in the form of a very oppressive headache.
Her vision swirled but eventually she was able to blink into some kind of clarity.
She became aware that she was naked under a loosely strewn blanket, but she couldn’t quite make out where she was through her heavy blinks.
Those two facts collided startlingly for her and she sat up in horror, despite her body’s protestations.
Sheer and utter relief passed over her face when she realised she was in her own room, in her own bed, with her own Tara and had just been upside down, thus screwing her sense of perception with her already foggy mind.
She fell right-side up onto the pillow with a groan and shuffled towards Tara for comfort.
Tara woke with all the movement and brought a hand up to rub her eye. She had remained quite sober when it became apparent Willow was out on the town, so she had little hangover induced tenderness to deal with.
Her head settled on the pillow and she smiled across.
“Good morning, my tipsy little elf.”
Willow’s nose scrunched painfully and she reached out for Tara, surprised to feel pyjamas under the sheet.
“Did we have sex?”
Tara arched an eyebrow.
“You were hammered. I have a basic standard of decency,” she brushed off, though could see Willow was confused about why she was naked, “You were too hot so you took off all your clothes and tried to hump the fan.”
Willow’s eyes grew wide.
“I did not!”
“Who has the clearer memory?” Tara challenged.
Willow scowled with embarrassment, then her frown deepened even more as she turned back to Tara.
“So I didn’t even get to enjoy your crotchless panties?”
“You wolf whistled while I got undressed and then started snoring about five seconds later.”
Willow groaned, more in frustration this time and blew a piece of hair from her face in annoyance. She shook her head.
“When I woke up naked and couldn’t recognise the room, I thought—” she started but quickly back-peddled when she saw the look forming on Tara’s face, “That I was in Becky’s place and she played a prank on me.”
“Mmm,” Tara replied dubiously but didn’t press the issue.
Willow wisely shut up and closed her eyes for a little while, but didn’t feel any better.
“Are you sure I’m not dying? Do I need to call a rabbi?”
“I don’t know what you’d do with one even if you were dying. When was the last time you were in a synagogue?” Tara joked, though her hand did slip under to rub Willow’s tummy for comfort, “Don’t worry, I'm sure your new best friends will take care of you.”
Willow’s eyes flickered open and her brow creased.
“My new best friends?”
“From all the drinks you bought,” Tara explained.
“You mean for our friends?” Willow tried to clarify, fuzzy after accepting her gift from Alice.
“No, you bought the whole bar drinks,” Tara said, her brow creasing in the same way, “Don’t you remember?”
Willow’s eyes bugged.
“I did WHAT?!?”
She scrambled around trying to find her phone, eventually finding it in her discarded pants pocket as she hung out of bed.
She swung it, and herself, around and frantically tapped her info into her banking app.
She spent several tense seconds staring at the screen before tossing her phone so hard onto the bed, it bounced.
“DAMN IT! I spent it, I spent every damn penny.”
Tara sat up, frowning. She placed her hand on the small of Willow’s back.
“I asked if you were sure you wanted to spend your paycheck, you said you were. I should have stopped you, I’m sorry. We didn’t need it for bills and I just figured you decided to have a big blow out after all the stress that job bought.”
Willow’s head hung in her hands, her whole body deflating.
“I just…I wanted to get something.”
“Well, what is it?” Tara asked, “Maybe we can save up for it.”
Willow shook her head.
“No, I’ll…” she started, interrupting herself with a sigh, “I’ll figure something out.”
Tara encouraged Willow to lie back down with her and cuddled in nice and close.
“I’m sorry you spent your money when you didn’t want to, but you had a really good night,” she said, trying to cheer her disheartened girlfriend up.
Willow looked over at her messy bed-headed girlfriend and decided she didn’t have many woes in life.
“Still can’t believe you organised a flash mob for me.”
Tara leaned in and pressed a messy, lingering kiss on Willow’s cheek, complete with requisite ‘mwah’.
“I love you.”
It tickled, forcing Willow to smile, but she was starting to do so of her own accord any way.
“Love you more. And don’t even try and argue.”
Tara smiled and returned Willow her phone, which she’d taken off the bed in case Willow damaged it with her frustration.
“At least you didn’t lose your new phone last night. You sure took plenty of photos.”
Willow took it and brought up the pictures from the night before. She didn’t recognise half the people in them.
“Looks like I took a lot of selfies. Hey, why the heck am I showing people my hello kitty underwear!?”
“You called them your ‘I got laid’ panties,” Tara replied before asking curiously, “What’s a selfie?”
Willow opened the camera app and snapped a pic quicker than Tara even saw the flash.
Tara spotted her bewildered face pop up on screen and blushed. She brought the blanket up higher.
“You’re not getting any nudie pics. You’re lucky I let you keep that video.”
“Just come here and smile,” Willow requested with mock exasperation.
Tara shuffled closer again and Willow took a selfie of their two heads on the one pillow. She looked at the picture and felt her belly flutter at Tara’s smile.
It didn’t matter how much time passed, Tara could always turn Willow into a ball of mush and invoke those feelings of first love. Except, as time passed, they got stronger instead of diminishing. That’s what made Willow so sure.
She wanted forever with Tara.
“You’re so pretty.”
“Probably just a good angle,” Tara dismissed.
Willow sighed and eyed her girlfriend. One day, she hoped, Tara might take heed of her beauty.
“Accept the compliment?”
Tara kissed Willow’s cheek and threw an arm around her waist under the covers.
“I will if you won’t be upset about last night.”
“I’m not. I'm in bed with you, I'm in my happy place. I’ll figure things out.”
And she would.
She was lucky to have a blown paycheck be the height of her worries.
And luckier to be waking up every morning beside the love of her life.
- Adult Confidential (Chapter 38)