Author: Spellbound
Rating: PG to NC-17
Disclaimer: I own nothing, except 2 insane cats and lots of fluffy socks. The characters and places belong to Joss Whedon, Mutant Enemy, and all the other people who have a finger in the Buffy pie. All the new people are mine though!

Still 15 days to go....

Giggling, Tara pulled the car up in front of Vince's apartment building. Lunch had gone really well and Tara couldn't remember the last time she and Vince had spent some quality time together without Blaze or Willow. He had brought up the subject of her bachelorette party almost as soon as they had found a quiet spot under some trees in the park, their lunches laid out before them.

Despite her best efforts to convince him that, if he insisted on throwing one, then it had to be a small, quiet affair, he had ignored her. He was ranting about Amsterdam and a great strip club her knew there when she stuffed an apple in his mouth, forcibly silencing him.

For the rest of the afternoon, they had just talked, about everything and nothing all at once, and all too soon the day was drawing to a close and Tara had to get back to pick up Willow.

As he closed the car door, Vince stuck his head back through the open window, "So, is that 3 strippers or 4?" he asked cheekily. Fixing him with a stern look, she replied, "None! Now get outta here before Blaze thinks I've Vince-napped you!" With a hearty laugh, he waved goodbye and watched his friend drive steadily towards Willow's office building.

Pulling up in Willow's marked space, Tara sighed deeply. Her lungs ached from her afternoon of laughter and she was strangely tired. Riding up in the elevator, she couldn't help but giggle at the awful music playing; it always reminded her of really bad porn. Before she had a change to dwell on it for too long, the doors slid open into the ‘big bod' offices. She approached the receptionist at the desk with a smile, hoping she was nicer than the last secretary she had spoken to. "Hello." The young blonde woman said with a smile as Tara reached the desk and crossed her arms over it. "If you'd like to give me your name and with whom you have the appointment and I will inform them that you are here." she told Tara, her voice clear and friendly.

Tara grinned, "I'm here for Ms. Rosenberg. My name is Tara Maclay." she told her, surprised that she didn't already know who she was. Since the engagement, Willow had practically screamed it from the rooftops and Tara was surprised that there was anyone left in LA that didn't know they were getting married. "If you'd like to take a seat, I'll tell her you're waiting." the receptionist said politely as she reached for her phone.

Obligingly, Tara sat in one of the large chairs and idly flipped through a magazine on the table in front of her. From behind the desk, the receptionist, Amanda, had reached Willow's extension. "Ms. Rosenberg, there is a Miss Maclay waiting to see you." she said, her tone denoting her efficiency. Whatever Willow had said in response had slapped a confused and slightly bemused expression across the young woman's face. "Erm, a white shirt and jeans." she said quietly and Tara suddenly knew what the question had been. Trying hard to look disinterested, she buried her face behind the magazine, her ears pricked to try and hear, although the giggles she was trying to conceal were making it difficult. "I'll send her right through then." Amanda said loudly, pausing momentarily as Willow obviously gave her another instruction. "Certainly Ms. Rosenberg." Amanda replied and hung up the phone. Stepping out from behind her desk, Amanda grinned at Tara. "If you'd like to follow me please." she said, waiting only until Tara had replaced the magazine on the table before starting off down the corridor. Arriving at the door to Willow's office, Tara smiled. "Thank you." she said, the warmth in her eyes cheering and comforting the still slightly confused receptionist.

Without knocking, Tara pushed open the door to Willow's office and stepped inside. At some point during the day, Willow had obviously had a difficult meeting as she had changed her outfit. She was now in a short skirted, tailored pin stripe suit, not unlike the one she had been wearing when they had first met. "Why Ms. Rosenberg, you look good enough to eat!" Tara grinned mischievously at the redhead who was sat on the edge of the table, her long elegant legs crossed and swinging slightly.

Fixing her eyes on the deep pools of blue before her, Willow purred; "Is that a promise?" Tara waggled her eyebrows and crossed the huge room to stand before Willow. From the corner of her eye she could see the remote control for something in Willow's right hand, leaning in to kiss her fiancée, Tara heard a strange whirring and pulled back slightly to glance over her shoulder in the direction the sound was coming from.

Behind her, the huge windows were being blocked off by large white blinds. "Vixen!" Tara whispered as Willow's hands slid up the back of her shirt to gently stroke the silky smooth skin at the small of her back.

With one final push of the remote control, music filled the large office and Willow's hands moved slowly to the front of Tara's shirt where they began expertly popping the buttons open.

Looking deep into the sapphire blue eyes of her lover, Willow guided one finger gently between the valley of Tara's sumptuous breasts, sending a shiver through the blonde. Without breaking eye contact, Tara glided to her knees, slipping off one of Willow's high heeled shoes and kissing the tribal dolphin tattoo on her ankle and nibbling the tender flesh of her calf.

As Tara kissed slowly up Willow's legs, her hands teased a path before her lips, sliding the short skirt higher up Willow's toned and perfect thighs and drawing a gentle moan from the redhead.

As Tara's lips found their way to the top of Willow's thigh, she found herself dizzy with the intoxicating scent of arousal, her heart rate increasing until she could hear nothing but her own blood rushing through her system. Her fingers teased their way to the soft, black lacy panties and, with a little help from Willow, she slid them carefully down her legs, tucking them into her back pocket on removal.

Taking one quick pass with her tongue over the smooth, warm, damp outer lips of her lover, Tara grinned. She had no idea what had put Willow in such a mood, but she sure as hell wasn't going to complain about it. Willow's hips thrust up to meet her tongue and she almost jumped in surprise.

Wrapping her arms as best she could around Willow's ass, Tara fixed Willow with a devilish grin as her tongue found its way, barely, between the pink lips before her, brushing Willow's clit with a feather light touch before returning to tease and taste.

Somewhere deep in the throat of Willow emerged a semi groan, semi growl and Tara almost lost her composure. Her tongue dipping deep inside before she jerked back out, nipping the engorged clit before her with her teeth. "Oh fuck!" Willow moaned under her breath, her stunning green eyes clouding slightly as they burnt into the crystal clear blue below her.

As Tara re-explored this fascinating place that she knew and loved so well, Willow bucked and groaned almost uncontrollably. The sweet heady scent of her own arousal only served to make Willow more eager to have Tara fill and consume her. As Tara flicked and nibbled the sensitive flesh, her own wetness made her wiggle and writhe, at times the crease in her jeans making firm but fleeting contact with her own clit and sending bolts of electricity through her body.

Willow's moans grew more urgent as her tongue stiffened and slid into the tight, welcoming hole, her nose unceremoniously bumping her clit as she delved deeper into Willow.

Locking eyes with Willow once more, somewhere in her mind she knew why this song had been chosen. She knew her eyes clouded slightly when she made Willow cum, or at least that's what Willow had told her.

Pushing Willow further, she suddenly lost eye contact as Willow's head fell back. The tiny contractions running through the redhead's body burnt Tara with delicious excitement as Willow tried desperately to stifle her screams.

Without pausing in her actions, Tara's hand slid from its firm grip on her lovers firm ass to find the remote she had been holding, the volume cranking up to allow Willow to scream her name as Tara engulfed Willow's throbbing clit, flicking and nipping the delicate flesh in a random pattern that drove the redhead into the abyss.

Panting heavily, Willow finally managed to sit up, to find the clouded, misty blue eyes of her angel. She slid from the table into Tara's lap and kissed her deeply, tasting her own climax on the lips and tongue of the woman she loved. "Wanna go home?" she purred seductively into her ear, between nibbles and sucks of her earlobe.

Looking deep into the emerald eyes, Tara was lost in desire, her brain not really functioning to any degree of normal. "I'm already home!" she whispered, kissing Willow with a passion that she had no name for.

Pulling Tara to her feet, Willow grabbed her and dragged her out the door, into the car park and sped home where they could be free to ravage and make love until sunrise.