Author: Tarawhipped
Rating: R
Disclaimer: All characters are property of Joss Whedon/Mutant Enemy.

Her Dad? Travers is Willow's Dad? Travers isn't even Travers, he's... Willow's Dad? I don't understand.

"I don't understand," Tara concluded.

"Willow, would you mind?" Ira requested, gesturing at the open door, which she nudged shut with her foot, never taking her eyes off of the incomprehensible scene in front of her. "Have a seat, ladies."

"What the hell is going on Dad? Tara, did you know about this?" the redhead demanded, alternating accusatory glances between her father and her lover, who shook her head frantically.

"I believe Miss Maclay is as surprised as you are, dear. Now, if you'll have a seat, I'll explain."

The redhead grudgingly complied, sliding down into a chair and crossing her arms across her chest. She chanced a sideways look at Tara, who continued to stare at her boss blankly.

"I don't understand," she repeated.

"Yes, well, I certainly did not expect to see the two of you here today," he began, sending his daughter a stern look at her loud guffaw and mumbled 'I'll bet.' "And I must insist that what is said in this office is not repeated. My... alternate identity is part of my work-"

"What work?!" Willow interjected. "I thought you were a business consultant for the government, not some top secret spy boss man! How long has this been going on? Does Mom know?"

"I will answer all of your questions if you stop interrupting me... and you need to watch your tone, young lady."

Willow sunk further into the chair until it appeared she might slide right onto the floor. Tara could not suppress a tiny smile at the sight.

Aww... someone doesn't like being reprimanded... oh, but she's so cute when she pouts... that lip... goddess, what I could do with-

Tara jerked back to reality when she realized she was having extremely inappropriate thoughts in front of her girlfriend's father. Neither Rosenberg commented on her blush, but when her eyes darted over to her lover's, Willow raised an eyebrow knowingly. Tara shifted in her seat and tried to focus on her boss' words.

"-several years ago. So they send me to investigate Military Intelligence operations at various sites, make sure everything is running smoothly, no traitors and so forth. It was while I was in L.A. that I met Miss Maclay, and after Sunnydale I'm off to Seattle."

"So... wait a minute," Willow stated, slowly sitting up in her chair and leaning forward as pieces began snapping into place in her mind. "You assigned Tara to investigate me... so... so... you thought I was a spy?!"

Ira's booming laugh startled both young women, who exchanged dumbfounded looks.

"Of course not, honey," he chuckled, wiping the tears from his eyes. "But I couldn't exactly break my own cover to tell them my little girl is no spy. So I did the next best thing - sent my most capable agent to prove it. And it isn't like I had a reasonable explanation for your behavior since you did not feel it necessary to let your mother and I know about your change in studies."

Willow's silent fuming subsided as she reluctantly conceded that her own secrecy had not helped matters. Still... some good came of it, the redhead thought with a smile and a glance at Tara.

"At the time I just thought you needed a change after that Osbourne fellow got married," Ira continued, oblivious to the furtive looks passing between the two girls. "Really, Willow, you could have told us about the... anthropology thing."

The redhead rolled her eyes as her father's dismissive tone told her exactly what he thought of the 'anthropology thing.' Tara, who had remained silent for most of the conversation, finally spoke up about an issue that had long been on her mind.

"So that's how you knew Willow was advertising for a roommate?"

"Actually, I had her mother suggest it."

"But how did you know that I would get there before someone just looking for a room did?"

"Well, technically it wasn't 'advertised,' so there was no chance of other potential tenants."

"What do you mean?" Willow asked, "I placed the ad myself, and saw it in the paper."

"You saw it in your paper, dear. We have a... working relationship with the editors of most of the nation's news sources."

Willow and Tara stared slack-jawed at Ira, both equally amazed at the events that had transpired to bring them together. Tara, in particular felt an acute unease at being part of such a far-reaching organization. While she believed in the work she had done, Ira's disclosure made it that much easier for her to resign. Rosenberg expressed his disappointment, but accepted her admittance that she didn't feel cut out for the spy life.

The conversation turned to the outcome of the case. Ira revealed that the Brit had been most uncooperative, but the Rose had begun singing like a canary before they'd even gotten her into the patrol car. From her story they'd surmised that she-and very likely others-had been seduced by 'Billy,' who had used the women to gain information. The Brit, as it turned out, wasn't even a Russian spy - he was a mercenary, pure and simple, selling his secrets to the highest bidder. Harmony had been a perfect choice. From her desk at Special Info Branch she had access to information from every government office in the country. She had never even set foot in Washington, D.C.

Tara's body slumped between Willow and the bedroom door, held up by one of the redhead's deceptively strong arms around her waist. Willow nuzzled the blonde's neck and slowly removed her hand from inside soaked panties, letting Tara's skirt fall back into place. Bringing her fingers to her mouth, the redhead sucked each finger clean as she gazed into Tara's lidded eyes.

The pair had taken a drive after they'd departed Tara's office, leaving her old life behind her. Willow had insisted that they go by the university at once to pick up an application for the blonde. Over lunch they had perused the course catalog together, with Willow enthusiastically pointing out courses Tara might like and professors to avoid. The blonde had been content to let to Willow ramble on, while her own thoughts drifted to other matters.

She's so excited, planning my future... our future. I love this woman... and she loves me... we're going to grow old together.

Willow stopped in mid-babble when she noticed Tara staring at her with a with an intense expression.

"What?"

"Take me home," Tara commanded. Willow carefully set down her fork and looked down at her lap.

"You... you want to go back to your apartment?" the redhead quietly asked, her throat thick with disappointment. Tara reached across the table to squeeze Willow's hand.

"That's not what I meant Sweetie," she explained, her voice soothing the fragile redhead. Looking around hastily, she added in a conspiratorial whisper, "I meant take me home and, you know... take me."

Willow smiled and blushed, but her brow remained creased as she looked at her love. She sat silently for a moment, lips pursed, seeming to debate with herself.

"Move in with me," she blurted out. "I mean... move in for real. I... I know you have your own place, and I'm sure it's nice... and... never mind... I know it's too soon... but... you could still have your own room... if you wanted... I just... I want-"

"Yes," came the simple reply, and as soon as they could pay the check they were racing home - to their home. Tara had barely made it through the front door before Willow's hands were pulling off her sweater. They kissed hungrily, unwilling to let go of each other as they staggered in a tangled mass of limbs down the hallway to the bedroom. What little restraint had kept Willow at bay in the restaurant, car, and front yard disappeared the moment the door closed and she pinned Tara against it, lifted the blonde's skirt, and snuck her hand into Tara's already damp panties.

"Wow," Tara said when she could finally form words.

"Well, you did say 'take me,'" the redhead explained, licking the last drops of her lover's wetness off her fingers.

"Mmm... so I did... good for me," Tara concluded. Observing her lover's 5000-watt smile she added, "Good for you too I guess."

"Mm-hm," Willow grinned, running the tip of her tongue over her Tara-flavored lips.

Tara pushed herself away from the door and into Willow's arms, backing the redhead up to the bed. Taking a small step back, she began slowly stripping off her already rumpled clothes, much to Willow's delight.

"Sweetie," the sultry voice broke into Willow's transfixed gaze. "I'm going to want you naked too."

Willow shuddered at the raw lust in the blonde's voice, and hastily began shedding her own clothing under watchful blue eyes. When the redhead was completely disrobed, Tara playfully shoved her down to a seated position onto the mattress. Willow's dream came back to her in a flash as Tara insinuated herself between her lover's legs, breasts at face level for the redhead. Willow licked her lips in anticipation before reaching out with both hands to grip Tara's ass and pull her closer. The blonde gasped as Willow's lips and tongue worshipped every inch of her breasts.

After a moment, Tara placed her hands on Willow's shoulders and pushed her back against the mattress. Willow grinned devilishly at the blonde and started to scoot back, but was restrained by strong hands on her thighs and a shake of the head. Willow's eyes went wide as Tara dropped to her knees and spread her lover's legs further apart.

Before she could fully comprehend what was happening, Willow felt Tara's tongue enter her, and only the blonde's firm grip on her thighs prevented her body from rocketing off the bed. The initial shock passed quickly, and as she relaxed she felt one of Tara's arms release its hold and slide up her firm stomach to her breasts. So focused was she on the sensation of Tara's fingers pinching and rolling her nipple that she didn't immediately notice when the blonde's mouth moved to her clit and two fingers were inserting into her dripping channel. Tears formed and silently fell as she blissfully succumbed to sensory overload. She felt her orgasm throughout her entire body, wave upon wave of aftershocks surging through her and she screamed Tara's name in ecstasy.

Later that night they lay facing each other, naked and sated, lazily stroking each other and fighting off sleep.

"So... are you going to tell your parents?"

Willow groaned and buried her head in her pillow.

"Sweetie... don't you think your Dad's going to think it's... I don't know... odd that I'm still living here?"

"Wellll... it's kinda like he set us up," Willow grinned, then squealed as Tara reached up to tweak a nipple.

"I'm serious."

"I know, baby... it's just... can we just... be us for a while? I mean... a lot of people aren't going to accept us... and I'm not ready to find out if my parents are some of them. I don't want to keep it a secret... we've had enough of them already... but right now, I kind of like having something that's just... you know... ours. Do... do you get it at all?"

"I do," the blonde whispered. "I love you Willow."

"I love you Tara," Willow whispered, her voice raw. "You're really going to come live with me?" the redhead asked in a small hopeful voice, already knowing the answer, but wanting to hear it again all the same. "For real?"

Tara cupped Willow's cheek and placed a lingering kiss on her lips.

"Yes, my love... for real... forever."