Boris Yeltsin – Glad you liked!

gecoma – Aww thank you! I'm glad you enjoyed the chapter! :)

Dirty Tube Socks – Your high school sounds great! Mine is pretty close-minded. Lol do you think she was mean? I definitely wouldn't want to get on the wrong side of her!

StephenPG – The high school experience is pretty universal huh? And thank you, I had a great time! Anything involving meeting Amber Benson is always gonna be good times :D


"I have to get the key in door."

Willow giggled from behind Tara as she kissed the back of her neck and watched her wife try to slot the card into the opening in the door of their hotel room.

"I'm not stopping you."

Tara sighed as she once again failed to open to the door.

"You're distracting me."

Willow brought her hand up and covered Tara's.

"You just slip it in," she whispered, guiding her wife's hand to insert the card, then pulled it out to a green light of indication that it had worked, "And out."

Tara let out a shaky breath as she pushed the door handle down and stepped over the threshold.

"You don't know what you're doing to me."

"I know exactly what I'm doing," Willow replied in an alluring tone as she closed the door behind them before suddenly grabbing her side and groaning, "Eurgh. Baby bladder."

Tara walked over to the bed as Willow disappeared into the bathroom and kicked off her shoes with a relieved sigh. She scooted up so she was leaning against the headboard and bent her knee sideways so her foot was in her lap so she could begin to massage the red, imprinted spots from where her new shoes had pinched too much.

Willow returned from the bathroom, squeezing her hands together to rub in the lotion she'd just applied from the little bottle beside the sink and moved onto the bed beside Tara when she saw what her wife was doing.

"Hey, I believe I promised I'd do that."

She pushed herself up and took Tara's feet in her lap just below her bump, taking over the role of masseuse.

"You don't have to," Tara said, though instinctively curled her toes in pleasure as Willow rubbed her sore feet.

Willow smiled up at her wife as she dug her thumbs into the soles of her feet.

"I have been endlessly taking foot-rubs and backrubs and any and all kind of rubs since I got pregnant but I haven't been much with the returning."

Tara closed her eyes and sighed contentedly.

"You're my wife. And you're pregnant. That entitles you to my hands wherever you want, whenever you want."

Willow smirked to herself and continued to rub Tara's feet for a few moments before sidling up beside her and waited for her eyes to open.

"Then I think they should be taking my dress off."

Tara turned her head and moved forwards so her lips were almost, but not quite, brushing Willow's.

"Oh really?"

"Mmhhmm," Willow murmured, moving as if she was going to close the gap before slipping her legs off the side of the bed and gathering her hair to one side.

She felt Tara sit behind her, her legs dangling off the bed either side of the redhead's waist, and begin to trail kisses along her shoulder blade as the zipper on her dress was drawn down her back agonisingly slowly.

She tilted her head to one side in offering as Tara slid her hands down her shoulders to assist the straps in falling down her arms and off her chest. Tara ran her fingertips down Willow's sides as her lips moved in on the delicate piece of skin where the redhead's neck met her shoulder and encouraged her wife to raise her hips to get the dress the rest of the way of.

Willow felt her breath quicken as Tara rested her hands on her outer thighs and used her own foot to push the back of the redhead's shoes from each of her ankles as her hands squeezed their way up to Willow's stomach.

"Tara," she moaned softly as her wife kissed and caressed her skin until she felt herself being encouraged back into a lying position against the mattress, her head lying comfortably against the pillows as Tara lay alongside her.

She watched as Tara smiled down at her in that special way that gave her butterflies before leaning over to kiss her softly.

Tara moved her lips with an ever-increasing urgency against Willow's as the redhead's hands moved to her neck and pulled her as close as possible.

"It was really sexy when you…" Willow mumbled between quick breaths of air taken in brief moments of separated, "Defended my honour earlier."

"Nobody messes with my girl," Tara said back through a breath before fully pulling away an inch with a grin, "Woman."

Willow grinned back and pushed herself up on her elbows.

"Your woman is wondering why there's still clothing on our bodies."

Tara dropped her mouth against Willow's ear and brushed her lips against her wife's lobe.

"That sounds like a problem I can fix," she whispered as she moved behind Willow and put a hand on the back of her bra, frowning as she struggled to unclasp the 8 separate hooks, "Jeez, how many hooks are on this thing?"

Willow looked over her shoulder to Tara.

"It's s nursing bra, the midwife said it was a good idea to get used to them," she replied, arching her back forward in the hopes it would ease the removal of the garment, "Sorry."

"It's okay," Tara replied with a grin of victory as she undid the last hook, "Makes me feel like I've earned it."

She swung around to face Willow again and pulled the bra from her body, throwing it over her shoulder. She took a lusty look at her wife's exposed chest before placing a palm flat between her breasts to encourage her to lie back down and moved her hands to the waistband of Willow's panties, pulling them down and off her legs.

She twirled them around her finger for a moment, making Willow giggle and blush, before letting them fall to the floor and ran her hands down her wife's thighs.

"I think this fixes the problem."

Willow put her hands behind her and pushed herself up to a sitting position with some effort.

"No, no, no," she replied with an emphatic shake of her head, pulling at the single strap of Tara's dress, "Let me get this thing off you and then we'll be getting somewhere."

"Okay," Tara murmured as Willow pressed their lips together and slipped her hands behind her back.

She held Willow by the waist as she slipped her tongue into her wife's mouth and felt hands roam around her back for several minutes before finally pulling away in annoyance.

"Where the hell is the zipper?"

Tara lifted up one arm to reveal the zipper down her side and Willow quickly yanked it down, then snapped the strap back and pulled the dress over her wife's head to leave her in just her matching black bra and panties.

"That's what I like to see," she said as she ran her hands down Tara's sides from under her bra to just above her panties and dropped her head into Tara's chest, "Mmhh and this is definitely what I like to feel."

She kissed the tops of Tara' breasts and pushed her fingers in on the small of her back, occasionally dipping below the waistband of her panties to take generous squeezes of the flesh there.

Tara lolled her head back and let out a quiet moan as Willow's lips followed the curve of her bra around her chest and up to her shoulder, right across her throat and down again.

"Oh!" she whispered in a gasp as she felt her skin electrify with each touch of her wife's lips.

She could feel her nipples hardening uncomfortably against the fabric restraints and longed for them to be free, but when Willow just continued in the same route around, she took the initiative and reached behind herself to snap the hooks of her bra open, throwing her arms to the side so it flung from her body.

She felt Willow pause against her collarbone and a hand move from her back to just above her left breast, slowly dropping until it was cupping the firm flesh. Willow's lips took a leap up to Tara's jaw, turning to nibble on her ear lobe before swooping around to capture the blonde's lips, her other hand shooting her wife's neck and into her hair to pull them closer together.

Tara willingly opened her mouth for her wife's questing tongue as she felt it hit against her teeth and moaned into the kiss as Willow greedily palmed her breast, rolling her nipple between deft fingers.

Willow dug her fingertips into the back of Tara's neck and had to stop herself from pushing their bodies flush together, knowing it was impossible with the bump between them and would probably only result in her knocking Tara right off the bed.

She moved her hands down to forcefully grab Tara's waist as their kiss surged in heat and intensity and grinned as she pulled her wife's tongue into her mouth and tugged the sides of her panties down to her knees before they fell back onto the bed.

"Careful," Tara said as she made sure to fall to the side of Willow, dragging her teeth along her bottom lip in a grin as she reached down to pull her panties completely off and threw them with the rest of the pile of clothes on the floor.

"Careful?" Willow asked with a giggle, turning her head into Tara's neck and licking her pulse point, "Why, you worried you'll get me pregnant?"

"Uh uh," Tara shook her head and grinned again, "I don't want no baby mama drama."

Willow snorted against Tara's neck and pulled away, a hand covering her mouth.

"Where did you even hear that?"

"It was in a movie," Tara laughed as she put a hand on Willow's cheek and brushed some hair behind her ear before leaning down to take her lips again.

Willow murmured a noise of approval as she felt Tara's tongue start to push its way into her mouth and a hand dropped to her chest, lightly massaging her breast. She ran her own hand down Tara's arm and onto her hip, curling over the curve of her wife's buttock; unable to contain a moan as her fingers splayed out over the soft flesh.

Tara continued to kiss Willow deeply, feeling every ounce of need they were both experiencing as a throbbing sensation between her legs until the allure of the hardening nipples against her palm became too much and she moved down to take the puckering flesh in her mouth.

Willow arched her back as Tara circled around the protruding nub with her tongue and squeezed her legs together to contain the rush of desire she felt flowing out of her.

"Mmhh, baby, you're making me so wet," she groaned, clenching her jaw as she felt her abdomen tighten with each jolt of need Tara was sending through her before slamming her hand repeatedly against the mattress, "Up here, now."

Tara didn't waste any time in complying with her wife's wish and moved back to take Willow's lips passionately. Willow responded for several long moments, unable to resist being physically connected to her wife, before pulling away an inch, her cheeks flushed.

"I meant further."

Tara wiped some hair from Willow's brow with the back of her fingers.

"That won't cause a strain, will it?"

Willow shook her head and grinned.

"The only way it's going to cause a strain is if I try to sit on you."

Tara blushed but with a smile and reached above them to the headboard above the bed, pulling at a slat.

"Sturdy headboard."

"You're gonna need it," Willow replied with a mischievous glint in her eye.

Tara moved her face close to Willow's.

"That sounds like a promise."

"It is," Willow whispered before closing the small gap and sucked Tara's bottom lip for a few moments, then pulled away and looked at her expectantly.

Tara dropped another quick kiss on Willow's lips before sitting back on her heels and throwing one leg over her wife's chest so she was kneeling either side of her and started to move forward to get into the right position.

Willow happily enjoyed the view as Tara got comfortable on top of her and licked her lips as she saw her wife's arousal spilling out from her wanton pink flesh onto her thighs.

Tara settled herself with her thighs framing Willow's face and looked down to catch her wife's eye.

"You can just…slap my butt if you need me to move."

Willow grinned and stuck her tongue out between her teeth.

"We're gonna need a different signal 'cause I'm gonna be slapping your butt anyway," she replied, making Tara blush, "Don't worry, it'll be fine. Are you comfy?"

Tara gave a crooked smile and nodded.

"Very."

"Okay then," Willow whispered, placing her hands on the back of Tara's thighs right below her butt and pulled her down the last inch to meet her tongue.

Tara let out a quiet gasp at the first feel of Willow's tongue in her heated core and placed her palms flat on her own outer thighs. She felt a series of shivers run up her spine as Willow gently explored her and gave some light attention to her clit.

"Mmhh, Willow," she moaned as her wife flicked over her pleasure nub, making her thighs shake, before Willow suddenly took a firm hold of her buttocks and plunged her tongue deep inside her, "Oh!"

She felt a surge of wetness flow out of her and began to push her hips forward in the same rhythm as Willow was pulling her. She brought one hand up to press against the wall above her head to give herself some more control while the other gripped the headboard tightly to keep herself steady.

"I'm going to go a little faster, okay?" she called down to Willow through a high-pitched moan and looked down to see her wife nodding eagerly.

She began to gyrate her hips more enthusiastically and bit down on her bottom lip to contain the sounds threatening to escape as her body filled with warm pleasure until she felt one of Willow's hands move off of her. She knew what was coming but it still made her simultaneously giggle and moan as Willow brought her hand down hard on her butt cheek.

"Oh, Willow, you're going to make me–"

Willow knew how the sentence was going to conclude but didn't give Tara a chance to get it out as she curled her tongue and found the spongy spot inside her wife that made her jolt.

She heard Tara whimper and felt the thighs either side of her face start to quake before she watched her wife throw her head back and grab the headboard with both hands, making it bang loudly against the wall.

Willow jumped slightly in surprise as she felt the reverberations from the thud but kept her mouth on task and a firm grip on Tara's buttocks so she would stay in place. She enjoyed the sight of Tara's heaving chest above her until she noticed a flush running between her wife's breasts and closed her eyes to savour what she knew was about to happen.

Tara felt her abdomen begin to bubble with overwhelming pleasure and lost herself completely in the sensations engulfing her until it finally burst from her through a long, guttural moan.

Her head remained thrown back as she became aware of her breathing again and her hands fell back to her thighs. She felt Willow continue to stroke her sated flesh and her fingertips dancing along her lower back, making fresh tingles ripple through her skin.

She revelled in the satisfaction and warmth for a minute or two as she gathered some strength back in her limbs before lifting herself off of Willow and turned around to sit on the bed, sliding herself down until she was lying with her head against the pillows.

She turned her feet in towards each other and curled her toes as she let out a satisfied sigh before looking over to Willow and giggling.

"You look like a glazed doughnut."

"Those are your favourite kind," Willow replied with a grin, leaning over to leave a wet kiss on Tara's shoulder before absently wiping her mouth with the back of her hand.

Tara slotted her fingers together on top of her stomach and stretched her arms downwards before a shudder suddenly ran up her, bringing with it another burst of pleasure.

"Are you cold?" Willow asked, mistaking the shudder as a chill in her wife and pushed herself up on the back of her hands so she could reach for the second blanket lying across the end of the bed.

Tara reached out and ran a single finger down Willow's spine before sitting up as well so she was kneeling behind the redhead. She brushed her wife's hair to one side and dropped her lips into the crook of her neck.

"I'm not cold," she whispered, leaving butterfly kisses along her shoulder blade, "I'm actually quite warm."

Willow pulled her hand back from the blanket and tilted her neck to one side.

"You know something, me too."

"You are?" Tara asked, running her hand down Willow's side to squeeze her hip, "Think I could get you…hot?"

Willow moaned quietly as Tara's fingers brushed against her thigh.

"Definitely."

She spread her legs as she felt fingertips creep inside her thigh and let out a shaky breath as Tara brushed over her downy hairs.

"Mmhh, baby," she moaned as Tara dipped into her folds and she turned her head back to meet her wife's eye, "I still get your hands whenever, wherever, right?"

"Uh huh," Tara replied a sultry smile, pressing her lips against the back of Willow's ear.

Willow's eyelids fluttered in pleasure for a few moments as Tara lightly rubbed over her clit before trying to focus her glassy eyes on her wife.

She reached for Tara's hand and pushed it down further.

"Inside me."

She let her hand fall away and moaned as Tara teased her entrance for a few moments before gasping sharply when two fingers thrust inside her.

Tara moved her hand in time with Willow's rolling hips, thrusting as deeply as she could manage as she gave her wife's neck steady attention.

She quickened her pace in response to her wife's increasing moans until she heard what sounded like an uncomfortable whimper and felt Willow drop her full body weight against her a moment later.

"Are you okay?" she asked, pausing her movements, "Is this hurting your back?"

Willow groaned and tried to forcibly get Tara's hand moving again with her hips.

"Don't stop."

"I'm not, I'm not," Tara reassured, keeping her hand in place as she used her spare arm and body to encourage Willow down onto her side, securing herself behind her and bending the redhead's top knee forwards, "Is this better?"

Willow let out a soft sigh of relief as Tara started to move inside her again.

"Yes."

She shuffled slightly more onto her side so the weight of her stomach was falling onto the mattress and put one hand flat against the sheet, clutching it as Tara sent her spiralling into an abyss of pleasure.

"More," she managed to groan out between the wordless cries of ecstasy, her fingernails digging into the sheet when Tara slipped another finger inside her.

"Does that feel good?" Tara whispered seductively, seeing Willow nod breathlessly against the pillows, "Tell me."

"Feels…good…" Willow panted, heat soaring through her abdomen and up to her chest, "So…good."

Tara began to roll her hips against Willow's behind to put more power behind her thrusts. Willow let out a low moan each time they connected, then stretched her arm behind herself to clutch Tara's head.

"Tara…Tara…Tarraaaa…"


Less than a foot and an annoyingly thin wall away, Cordelia Chase, or Blaisdell as she had become to be known, wrapped her pillow around her ears and scowled in the direction of the noises before kicking the shin of the snoring husband who hadn't touched her in years, in pure annoyance.

Larry just snorted loudly and turned onto his side away from her.

Cordelia clenched her teeth as she heard some playful giggling come through the wall and wondered how this reunion night had managed to go so far from her expectations.

She was supposed to be the belle of the ball. She had the model businessman husband, the perfect, expensive home and the perfect life that everyone around her envied her for.

She was perfect.

Even the stupid lackeys she had in high school still followed her around like a couple of lost puppies.

Yet somehow, she was lying in bed with a man she had come to loathe and be loathed by, hearing the sounds of what a real happy couple sounded like, and not for the first time had to stop herself from reaching out to bang on the wall or call down to make a noise complaint.

She was not about to make it known that she was in the position she was in right then.

There was no way she'd let anyone know, ever, that she was jealous of Willow Rosenberg.