FivebyFive89 – You can tell if I'm hungry when I'm writing because I'll make them eat lots of delicious food :P
billy – She just might…
jaiden83 – They say abstinence is the only 100% method….nope! :D
Willow and Tara walked into the bar, expecting to be the first ones there.
Instead, Becky and Alice were already sitting in a booth with a drink each in front of them and were chatting away.
"Our friends are becoming friends," Willow whispered conspiringly to Tara as they headed in that direction, "We're well on our way to forming a 'gang'."
"Mwah ha ha ha," Tara whispered back, sharing a grin with Willow momentarily until they reached the table.
Becky and Alice's attention was turned as the other two approached and both offered smiles.
"Hey, happy birthday!" Becky said, standing up to give Willow a warm embrace.
"Happy Birthday, Willow," Alice greeted, waving from beside Becky, who was blocking her in.
"Thanks," Willow replied giddily, sliding in opposite them.
Tara took Willow's jacket and hung them on the back of a chair. She waited for Willow to give her drink order, who realised after a moment that she was being stared at.
"Oh. Um, I'll have a beer?"
Tara checked that the other two were okay and went to the bar to get a bottle of beer and glass of wine.
She brought them back to the table and slid in beside Willow.
"So, how is everyone?"
Becky relaxed back into the seat with her hands bent behind her head.
"I am on spring break and loving every second. If I had to read another paper on Romeo and Juliet I was going to reach for the poison myself."
Willow held her beer up and drunk from it dramatically.
"Come, bitter conduct, come, unsavoury guide. Thou desperate pilot, now at once run on the dashing rocks thy seasick, weary bark. Here's to my love!"
She pecked Tara and fell back into her lap.
"O true apothecary, thy drugs are quick. Thus with a kiss I die."
Becky pretended to massage her temples in annoyance, while Alice grinned to herself.
"You missed your calling."
Willow smiled sheepishly and sat back up.
"Not so much. We did drama junior year. Tara was the real star."
"Yes, I was told my portrayal of a prostitute was quite convincing," Tara replied jestingly.
Everyone laughed and Willow cast her eyes adoringly in Tara's direction. Upon doing so, she noticed someone come in the door and left her beer down.
"There's Brian," she said, standing up and going to him to bring him over, "Hi. I'm so glad you came."
She brought him to the booth and brought a chair over for him.
"Becky, Alice, this is Brian. And um, vice versa."
The girls greeted him and he waved awkwardly at Alice, lingered on Becky for a moment, before turning his attention to the other side, nervously.
"Hi again, Tara."
"Hello," Tara replied cordially.
Willow resumed her seat and Tara put her arm around Willow's shoulders protectively, and a little possessively. Becky gave Brian the once over while he signalled to the barman to bring him a beer. She noticed the way his eyes were failing to look at anyone in particular and just couldn't help herself.
"I've been dying to meet the only guy to ever bring Willow out on a date."
She got the expected kick in the shins from Willow but decided the adorable blush that rose on Brian's cheeks to be worth it. Brian sat up straighter and looked ahead, and from time to time at the others.
"Sorry I'm late. I had a poker game with a few of the guys."
"You play poker?" Tara asked, lifting her chin a tad, "What's your win rate?"
Brian seemed surprised but answered straight away.
"6 bb/100."
"That's impressive," Tara commented, nodding her head.
Willow, on the other hand, was staring at Tara, agape.
"…you play poker?"
Tara shrugged.
"I've picked up a hand or two when I'm volunteering. No money exchanges hands."
Willow blinked several times.
"Pool, poker…any other stray hobbies I have no idea about?"
Tara smirked and used the arm around Willow to pull her in momentarily.
"Maybe I'll keep you guessing."
Willow kissed Tara again, but briefly. She settled back into their seats and Alice leaned forward.
"Tara, how was the doctor?" she asked with concern, "I've used her before she moved into that practice and she was very good."
"Are you sick?" Becky asked with a raised eyebrow.
Alice's eyes grew wide.
"I'm so sorry, I didn't think. That was completely inappropriate."
"It's okay," Tara dismissed, though not without a blush, "Just got a routine pap smear done this afternoon."
"I've been avoiding that forever," Becky groaned, "Was it bad?"
Tara glanced at Brian, who still seemed nervous but not at all put out by the conversation. She realised how harmless he really was and loosened her grip on Willow, though still kept her arm there, because she liked it.
"Not at all really," she answered.
"Told you, you had nothing to worry about," Alice replied with a smile, "When you get to my age, it will be just another chore on the list."
"Because you're so much older than me," Tara said back with a good-natured shake of her head.
Alice took a long sip from her wine glass.
"You notch up plenty of life experience in those few years, believe me."
There was a momentary awkward lull, but Becky was ever-quick to fill it.
"Let's do presents!"
Alice welcomed the opportunity to move past her faux pas and presented Willow with a small and neatly wrapped gift.
"I'm afraid I'm not the best gift buyer. I went off Tara's suggestion."
"Thank you, that's so kind. I wasn't expecting anything," Willow replied, truly touched, then excited when she opened it and revealed a new Star Trek-themed phone case with the Starfleet logo and 'Starfleet Academy Alumni' on it, "Oh my god, cool!"
She tore it right out of its packaging and fit it onto her phone.
"I love it! Thank you!"
She reached over the table and gave Alice a momentary embrace, which was as physical as they'd ever been but it felt natural. Brian shyly took something out from the inside pocket of his jacket and handed it to Willow. Willow smiled at him and opened her present of the latest Doctor Who DVDs.
"Special features!" she exclaimed as she read the back, "Wow, you guys…really wasn't expecting all of this. Thank you."
She hugged Brian too and gauged Tara's reaction, happy to just see her smiling.
"My turn!" Becky announced, standing up and walking over to the bar, when the bartender handed her a quite large rectangle of a gift she had hidden behind there.
"Wowza," Willow commented with a grin, "Is it…safe to open in public?"
Becky nodded, but Willow was still cautious as she opened it. Instead of embarrassed, though, she was left stunned.
"You said your one was running out of steam," Becky explained, obviously gleeful.
Willow stared at the brand new, top of the range laptop, unblinking.
"It was, but…Jesus, Becky, this was hundreds of dollars."
Becky waved a hand dismissively.
"My dad said he'd buy me a new laptop and wired me cash. With three zeros and no 'one'. I even offered to send him the balance back but he said 'don't bother' and went off to attend to one of my many half-siblings," she explained, taking a long swig of beer afterwards, "Anyway, someone might as well get something out of his ignorance."
Willow's mouth opened and closed.
"I don't know if I can accept it."
"Oh just shut up and take my present," Becky replied with a grin, but was quick to stand up, "Who wants more beer?"
Willow was the only other one with a near-finished drink, so she jumped up and followed Becky to the bar. She sat up on a stool and regarded her friend.
"You had a fight with your Dad, didn't you?"
Becky just shrugged, a worn out slump of her shoulders.
"I think I'm finally done with trying. Neither of his families wants anything to do with me. They think I'm just part of his 'white trash first marriage'. I gotta stop taking his money and I gotta stop contacting him. Let him come to me if he cares enough. If he doesn't, well, at least I know."
Willow patted Becky's back.
"You know I've gone through something like this. I'm here for you."
Becky smiled at Willow, a real, genuine, caring smile.
"It's your birthday. And I'm good," she reassured, then playfully punched Willow's shoulder, "But I'll be super offended if you don't take my gift."
Willow swallowed a lump, her eyes growing glassy.
"Thank you, Becky. Really, it's…so generous."
"Hey, come on," Becky replied, squeezing Willow around the shoulders, then offering her requisite smirk, "Your boyfriend has that adorkable thing going on."
Willow sobered up quickly and pushed her hands together in a praying motion.
"Please. Please. Please. Do not call him that. Do not stir the pot," she begged, "Tara's only warming up to him and it's nice to have a buddy who works shifts and is around during the day sometimes."
Becky pretended to give it serious thought.
"Alright, alright, I'll be good," she replied, throwing her hands up to heaven, "I'm like the Mother freakin' Theresa of Fenway. Are you hungry?"
Willow was always hungry.
"Tara made me chicken parm and mac'n'cheese…but I could eat some wings."
They ordered a few baskets for the table, clinked their beers with each other and returned to the booth.
Everyone seemed to settle quickly and went back and forth between individual conversations and conversations around the whole table. Becky found herself oddly stimulated by a discussion of James Joyce with Brian and Willow was given the chance to converse with Alice more with the conversation not being dominated by Becky.
She learned Alice was starting to seriously date again after getting out of a long relationship months previously, which pulled Becky into the conversation to open up about the aftermath of Jack. They decided they'd go out on the prowl together and laughed as they discussed their 'types' and how they differed so were unlikely to fight over a man.
Everyone seemed to gel so cohesively and it was nice to be able to float between conversations and jokes with no one being left out.
A few drinks down, Tara was getting to her preferred limit of tipsy for a work night and headed into the bathroom. She used the stall and came out to wash her hands and splash her face.
As she was drying her hands with some paper towels, another stall flushed and Willow came out and over to wash her hands. Tara eyed her for a moment or two, then sidled up to her.
"Hey Willow."
Willow smiled over at Tara, who had a quick glance around, then unbuttoned and unzipped her jeans and folded down the side to reveal the white lace underneath.
Willow did the exact same glance all around and closed the already very small gap between them.
"Are those new panties?" she asked, her speeding heart showing up with some slightly laboured breath.
Tara ran her fingers upwards on the lace, then winked at Willow.
"They're not just panties."
Willow's eyes grew wide, while Tara just zipped up and walked out with a grin. She sat back in the booth and lifted her bottle of beer towards Brian.
"Come over sometime and we'll play poker."
Brian smiled shyly and nodded.
"I'd like that."
"I like some Texas Hold 'Em. Can I join the party?" Becky asked.
Tara nodded.
"Sure, everyone should come along."
There were nods of agreement around, which was almost immediately interrupted by Willow blowing in like a tornado.
"We gotta gooooo."
Becky smirked.
"Uh oh, did you have an accident in the bathroom?"
Willow's mouth practically dropped to the floor.
"No! God, no!" she spat, red from head to toe, "It's just…it's late, okay? Jesus!"
Becky held her hands up defensively and Willow dropped into the seat beside Tara. Tara brushed the backs of her fingers against Willow's arm.
"We can go home if you want, sweetheart. I'm maxed out on wine anyway."
"You know, me too," Alice said, stretching her neck back, "And I have the longest staff meeting on in the morning. Thank god they're only once monthly."
Tara smiled.
"I'm lucky, we just get the condensed version after."
"Oh you'll be in a senior positon one day and you'll see," Alice replied with a returned grin, then gathered up her purse, "Thank you both for inviting me. Happy Birthday, Willow."
Everyone waved goodbye and Becky necked the last of her beer.
"Where do you live?" she asked Brian.
"Hyde Park," Brian answered.
Becky nodded.
"We're catching the same line. Wanna head out?"
Brian smiled slowly and nodded.
"Sure," he agreed and they both stood to put their jackets on, "Goodnight. Happy Birthday."
Becky waggled her fingers in a wave.
"Happy Birthday, Will."
Willow returned a grateful smile to Becky.
"Thank you. We'll see you guys soon."
They left and Tara threw her arm around Willow's shoulders again.
"Just you and me missus."
Willow splayed her hand on Tara's thigh.
"And that white lace…whatever it is."
Tara threw her sultry half-smile at Willow.
"Want to come find out?"
Willow's head bobbed up and down so fast her skin was jostling. Tara took her hand, hooked their jackets over her arm and pulled her out of the booth. Willow carried her new laptop by the handle while Tara tucked the DVDs under her arm.
They briskly walked down the street, past the few buildings until they got to their own.
Willow threw herself at Tara once they were inside the main door and they stumbled up the stairs tangled into each other whilst trying not to drop the presents.
A woman passed by them on the landing between the first and second floor and they tried to inconspicuously separate, though Willow still pressed her front right into Tara's back and began kissing her neck when the woman was gone.
Tara had her key out by the time they reached their door and made her first slide of the evening to open it and get them inside. Their jackets landed on the arm of the couch while the laptop and DVDs were left on the table.
Willow jumped up and down, then pulled Tara into the bedroom by her shirt.
"Show me, show me, show me."
Tara placed her palm flat on Willow's chest and pushed her back onto the bed. Willow crawled back on her elbows while Tara turned around to the CD player on the dresser to put on some mood music.
When she found a beat she liked, she turned back around and locked eyes with Willow, smiling her special Willow-only smile. She started to sway until Willow was utterly transfixed, then popped the button on her jeans.
Willow's head followed Tara's pants dropping, but it provided no greater clues as to the mystery of the white lace, as her shirt fell past her panty-line. Though Tara half-naked in a mid-thigh shirt was a sight in and of itself.
She watched Tara slowly unbutton the shirt and even more slowly reveal what was underneath; a white, lace bustier to match the panties, which were attached to each other with white clips.
Willow felt a physical ache between her legs and had to close them very firmly.
"Oof."
"Do you like it?" Tara asked sensually, running her hands along the lacy stomach portion.
"Y-yeah, yes," Willow replied, swallowing to get some moisture, eyes falling to the stretch of skin between the bustier and panties.
Tara took rhythmic steps towards the bed and climbed on, straddling Willow with her thighs spread at an angle.
Willow's hips rose of their own accord and gave a gentle grind back into the bed. Her fingertips caressed Tara's thighs, then the lace panties.
"It's…pretty."
She hooked two fingers under the waistband and lifted herself up. She dipped a finger into Tara's cleavage and followed the pattern of the lace.
"And you're…" she started, glancing up to meet Tara's eyes through her eyelashes, "Sexy."
Their chests were touching and Willow closed the small gap between their faces so their noses were brushing and breath mingling.
"So sexy."
Willow teased Tara's lips, going in to kiss her but pulling back at the last second. Tara could only bear the torment for so long before grabbing Willow's cheeks and smooching her with the ferocity of the passion bubbling in her belly.
Willow lifted her own shirt over her head, then her hands slid behind Tara's neck and pulled her even closer. Tara reached behind Willow and unsnapped her bra. It fell off as Willow dropped her hands to Tara's hips.
Tara put Willow on her back, staying locked at the lips the whole way. She pressed her body against Willow's, then sat back and started pulling her girlfriend's pants off. Willow lifted her hips to help and pushed her panties down to go with them.
Tara tossed the clothing off the bed and pulled Willow's hips down to press kisses around her stomach and torso. She turned Willow onto her tummy and gave the same treatment to her back and down to kiss her cheeks.
Willow moaned into the pillow and felt a deep shudder wrack through her as Tara's lips trailed back up her spine and into her neck.
"Mmm, baby…"
Tara's tongue poked out and followed the curve of Willow's ear.
"Do you like that?" she whispered when Willow shivered again beneath her.
"Yessss," Willow replied, teeth biting the pillow.
Tara brushed the hair away from the nape of Willow's neck and pressed kisses to the top of her spine.
Willow felt the lace brush against her back, tickling her and making her even more sensitive to the caress of Tara's hands and lips. When she felt herself becoming slick between her legs, she turned onto her back again. She sat up on her elbows and sought Tara's lips.
Tara climbed back over Willow and kissed her again, repeatedly, like she couldn't get enough. She was moaning between each one and felt Willow's returning ones vibrate past her lips.
Her kisses became sloppier as she fondled Willow's breasts and felt her squirm beneath. The draw south quickly became too much to resist and she dragged herself away from the lips on Willow's mouth to the ones between her legs.
She separated and spread Willow's thighs, then dropped her mouth in there and had her tongue lick her girlfriend's length.
Willow's neck arched back into the pillows and her hips thrust up to meet Tara's mouth. She felt Tara's mouth on her clit, sucking pleasure from her. It shook through her and made her inner muscles squeeze, craving Tara deeply inside her.
She put a hand on Tara's head and took another minute or two of her girlfriend's gifted tongue before gripping her shoulder and bringing her back up. She cupped Tara's cheeks and kissed her soundly, then sat up and made a pull at the lingerie.
It all seemed tight and snug, so she had to break the kiss, licking her lips as her taste lingered.
"How do you get this thing off?"
"Hopefully a lot easier than getting it on," Tara replied, turning around so Willow had access to the ties at the back.
Willow chuckled and started to unlace the bustier. Tara unsnapped each of the clips attaching it to her panties and Willow felt that pang between her legs at the sound of each one. She sped up, her fingers started to fall over themselves to get it off Tara faster.
"Where did you get this?"
"A place downtown," Tara replied, throwing a half-smile over her shoulder, "Sales are our friend."
Willow grinned back.
"I'm definitely friends with anything that looks so hot on you," she said, taking the opportunity to caress the skin on Tara's back as it was exposed, "But even a trash bag would look hot on you."
Finally Willow pulled the last tie free. Tara lifted it off her chest as it sagged in front of her and left it leaning against the bed on the floor to hang up properly later.
Willow laid back down as Tara turned back around, straddling her again but this time with her breasts hanging lusciously on her chest. Willow cupped a breast and pinched a nipple that was already rock hard and pebbled from the chafing of the bustier. She brought Tara down and laid them both on her sides, then took Tara's nipple in her mouth and ran her tongue around the areola.
Tara's hand was on the back of Willow's neck, fingertips digging in there encouragingly to compliment the moans coming from her mouth. Eventually they were kissing again and Willow was pulling Tara's panties down her legs. She swung her leg over Tara's hips and lowered herself so their bodies were flush with each other.
They paused at the same moment and looked into each other's eyes, recognised the burn and began to grind. They watched as the lust surged behind each other's eyelids and were quickly kissing and nipping one another's faces and neck passionately.
Tara reached between Willow's legs and entered her, fulfilling the need Willow had. That need was quickly replaced with a need for friction and she moved her hips at the pace she wanted.
Tara's other hand moved up and down Willow's back, over the curve of her back and right up again to snatch at her girlfriend's hair, pulling her deeper into the kiss.
Willow could feel Tara's hunger for her and it made her quake. She could feel her arousal slipping past Tara's fingers and managed a strained 'more' during a momentary break of their lips.
Tara added a third finger and felt Willow start to become undone almost immediately. Willow's hips became frantic and the kiss was just a sloppy mess of smushed mouths and tongues.
Willow grabbed one of Tara's breasts and squeezed again and again, which was all the push she needed to orgasm on the spot. Her eyes close and neck arched back as the shudders wracked through her.
Finally her head flopped back down and her eyes met Tara's still very lust-filled ones. She released Tara's breast, though not without leaving some light nail indentations. She fell off to the side, sidled up as close to Tara as she could be and began caressing her thigh. She slowly worked her way inwards until a finger was on Tara's clit and rubbing very lightly.
"Do you like that?" she whispered, mimicking Tara from earlier.
Tara's teeth were digging into her bottom lip and slowly dragged off so she could take in a gasp. Willow dipped her finger to get it wet and offered a bit more firmness in her touch.
Willow watched Tara's facial expressions and teased her just as much as she could bear before really providing a decent rubbing with the aim of getting her off, though didn't go so hard that it would all be over in a minute. She enjoyed witnessing the journey as much as Tara's writhing body enjoyed experiencing it.
Tara's toes curled and released as the pleasured swelled in her abdomen. Her moans grew more and more desperate until finally there was the low hum of a moan that signalled her orgasm.
She relaxed with a slow exhale and covered her face with her hands, rubbing slightly to wake up from the haze lifting from her head.
"Wow, was it your birthday or mine?"
"Mine! I got all the presents!" Willow replied with a giggle, then blinked a couple of times, "Wow. I got a new laptop."
Willow curled into Tara's side and Tara wrapped her arm around her.
"Is she okay?"
"Well I haven't turned her on yet but she's a great model!" Willow replied enthusiastically.
Tara's head turned to give Willow a look.
"Becky."
Willow blushed.
"Oh," she replied sheepishly, "You know, her dad stuff has been going on for years. I think she got a glimmer of hope when he showed up for graduation and she's finally just letting it all go. It's rough, but the thing with Becky is, she'll reach out if she really needs it. Otherwise she just doesn't want to be reminded. I know from my stuff too that you just need to go through your own process. You wouldn't under–"
Willow immediately stopped herself and looked at Tara apologetically.
"I'm sorry. I can't believe I said that."
Tara did a friendly roll eyes and dismissed it.
"You get a birthday pass."
Willow pointed at herself.
"Doofus, party of one."
Tara brushed her fingers against Willow's cheek.
"You're lucky you're cute," she said, enjoying the smile it produced, "I'm truly honoured I have your attention when that new toy is just sitting out there."
"I was trying to be a gentlewoman and wait 'til you go to sleep," Willow replied nobly.
Tara smiled.
"You're sweet."
"Not all altruistic," Willow replied, gently circling Tara's areola again, "Gettin' plenty out of this, trust me."
Tara shivered, then sighed.
"I wish I didn't have to get up in the morning."
"Call in sick," Willow suggested.
Tara shook her head.
"I can't do that. I just took a half day. Besides Alice would figure out I'm faking."
"Well at least it's only one day and then we have the whooollleee weekend," Willow replied, kissing Tara's cheek, "And I promise I'll only spend half of it on my new computer."
"You spend all the time you want," Tara offered genuinely, "You know I was really worried your old one would give out and we wouldn't be able to afford a new one. I've been putting some money aside."
Willow paused and looked up at Tara, utterly touched.
"You are the kindest, sweetest, most beautiful woman in the world, inside and out," she said emotionally.
The shared a soft, sweet kiss that lingered for a moment, then their eyes met again. It just took the split second for that rush to come back between them and Tara reached down to cup Willow's ass.
"Can your computering wait an hour?"
Willow slid back on top of Tara and pressed fully against her.
"Abso-fricken'-lutely."