Boris Yeltsin – Who doesn't? :P
Saga Vasuki – Oh she'll get plenty of naked snuggles, don't you worry :P
Emerald Demona– My photoshop skills leave much to be desired, but something like this? http: / / i . imgur . com / 4HFWh . jpg :P (obviously without the spaces, this site is so annoying with the no links thing sometimes *rolls eyes*
"Mommy! Mommy! Momma! Mommy! MOMMA!"
JJ burst into his parent's bedroom, too excited to remember the normal rule about knocking and climbed onto their bed, jumping up and down on top of them, his hair mussed from sleep and his pyjamas hanging loosely off of him.
"MOMMY, MOMMA, WAKE UP, WAKE UP!"
Willow felt herself jerked from consciousness abruptly and quickly wrapped her arms around her stomach protectively.
"Jakey, honey, watch my tummy, watch my tummy."
Tara, hazy from the brusque awakening, suddenly snapped into full alertness as Willow's words rang through her ears and she pulled her arms from under the blanket, grabbing JJ and lifting him upwards, his limbs flailing into thin air.
"JJ, be careful," she said, harsher than she'd intended.
The young boy was too excited to question what was happening or even register that he was being scolded as he just continued to gesture around him.
"It's Christmas, it's Christmas! Santa was here, I checked! There's a present!"
Tara exhaled slowly and turned her body, placing JJ on the floor beside the bed.
"Okay, you can go back down there. We'll be down in just a couple of minutes and you can open your presents then, alright?"
JJ nodded and started to run out of the room.
"Hurry!"
The sound of his speedy footsteps could be heard on the stairs barely a second later while Tara turned back to her wife and reached a hand out to her stomach.
"Are you okay? He didn't kick your belly, did he?"
Willow shook her head softly.
"No. I think I got a slap on the chest, but he missed my belly."
Tara frowned.
"He needs to be careful."
"It's Christmas," Willow replied with a small smile, "He's excited."
Tara's features softened and she gave a quiet nod. Willow reached out and took her hand.
"You were right about the pyjamas."
Tara gave her wife an 'I told you so' look and grinned.
"We better go down before he knocks the tree down or something."
"Good morning kiss first," Willow replied, pulling on Tara's hand, before glancing at the alarm clock on the nightstand and groaning, "I'm gonna need one if you expect me to actually get up at this ungodly hour."
Tara turned back around and smiled at her wife, leaning down and promptly bringing their lips together, intending to give her a quick peck but Willow apparently had a different idea as she felt a surge inside her and brought her hand up to Tara's cheek and opened her mouth in offering.
Tara was unable to resist the allure of the redhead's parted lips and felt Willow moan against her as she pushed her tongue forwards and let it be sucked it into her wife's mouth. Willow forgot about any idea of getting up as she rolled Tara onto her back and tilted her head to bring their mouths even closer together; the blonde's hands entwining in her hair and their clothed bodies pushing against each other.
They got lost in each other as their lips nipped and tongues slid against one another until a shrill cry from downstairs made them spring apart.
"MOMMA! MOMMMMYYYY!"
"I guess a hyper child and presents aren't conducive to some morning macking," Willow sighed, closing her eyes and trying to regulate her breathing again, "Unfortunately."
"We're torturing him making him wait to open his presents," Tara commented, moving her hand down to Willow's shoulder and giving it an affectionate squeeze.
"Torturing me not letting me kiss you," Willow mumbled, pressing her lips firmly against her wife's for several long moments before pulling away with an audible pop and calling out loudly, "Okay, Jake, we're coming!"
She then turned back to Tara and smiled down at her while reaching for her hand under the covers.
"Come along, my beautiful wife. Our son is waiting."
She rolled out of the bed then, pulling Tara with her and the two walked downstairs and into the living room, where JJ was sitting between his presents, shaking one in his hand while he ran his hand over the paper of another. His head shot up at the two women when they entered the room and he grinned excitedly.
"Look, look!"
"Wow!" Willow replied with equal enthusiasm as she knelt down beside her son, "Look at all these presents!"
JJ nodded and threw his arms over the present that was wrapped in paper decorated with pictures of Santa all over, to indicate that's who it was from as oppose to the pile of snowflake-decorated presents that were from Willow and Tara.
"Can I open, can I open?"
"You sure can," Tara responded, sitting cross-legged on the floor beside Willow and in front of JJ, "But c'mere and give us a hug first."
JJ released his hold on his gifts and bounced over to throw his arms over his mother's necks.
"Merry Christmas, JJ," Willow said softly as she felt both her and her wife close their arms around him before Tara echoed her sentiment.
"Merry Christmas, honey."
"Merry Christmas, Momma, Merry Christmas, Mommy."
JJ let himself be squeezed for a moment before pulling back and looking between the two women expectantly. Willow laughed and pointed at his gifts.
"Open them!"
JJ's whole face lit up and he sank down onto his knees as he pulled his 'Santa' present towards him, wasting no time in ripping the paper away, his fingers shaking in anticipation. As the front of the laptop box came into view, he frowned slightly in confusion before spotting a figure in the corner and pointed at it.
"Mickey Mouse!"
Tara shuffled forwards slightly and took one of her son's hands.
"Do you know what it is, sweetie?
JJ examined the front of the box for a few moments before understanding crossed his features and he smiled widely.
"Like Momma works with!"
"That's right, baby boy," Willow replied proudly, "It's a computer. You can play games on it and it can help with your homework."
"Wow!" JJ responded in awe, "Santa's so cool!"
Willow and Tara shared pleased smiles that JJ liked his present as the boy turned to his redheaded mother.
"Will you teach me?"
"You bet I will," Willow responded eagerly.
JJ beamed and turned back to examine the box while Tara leant over to whisper in her wife's ear with a grin.
"Don't you dare teach him to hack until he's at least a teenager."
Willow blushed but as Tara pulled back, held a hand over her heart in promise and threw a wink in her direction while JJ looked torn between taking his new laptop from his box and opening the rest of his presents. Willow noticed his dilemma.
"Why don't you put your computer over here for a few minutes so it doesn't get broken. You have to very careful with it."
JJ seemed pleased that a decision had been made for him and carefully pushed the laptop box behind him before turning towards the other pile of presents, his eyes shining with excitement.
"These are from me and Momma," Tara said as JJ decided which present to open first.
His hands naturally went to the largest present and he ripped the paper off with the same eagerness that he had before. When the wrapping was off, he took in the large red box and recognised the 'Lego' logo before seeing the specific figures that were on the picture on front.
"Firemen!" he claimed excitedly before looking up at his parents, "Thank you, thank you!"
"You're welcome," Willow and Tara said at the same time.
JJ shook his new Lego set excitedly for a moment before setting it down and moving onto his next gift. His Frisbee and yo-yo were received with great delight, though with warning that the Frisbee couldn't be thrown inside the house, and JJ excitedly proclaimed that he couldn't wait to play his Simpsons board game when Alex came over. His biggest excitement came when he unwrapped his next gift though, the electronic talking hamster plush toy.
"Joey in school has this and it's so cool and you can say something and it says it back in hamster and it's so cool!" he gushed all in hurry as he ripped the hamster away from its packaging in exhilaration, "Look, look, look!"
With the hamster toy successful rid of its packaging, which was thrown over JJ's shoulder in hasty excitement, the boy pressed a button hidden inside the plush toy's foot and said in a very clear voice, 'hello, I'm a hamster', giggling wildly when the toy repeated the phrase but in a distorted, squeaky voice.
Willow was about to say to Tara that they'd regret giving him the particularly annoying toy, but took one look at the joy on her son's face and quickly shut her mouth, instead just leaning over and placing a lingering kiss on her wife's cheek to share in the delight and wonder their son was displaying.
Tara smiled as she felt warm lips pressed against her cheek and scooted closer to the redhead, moving to sit behind her and wrapping her arms around her stomach. JJ continued to play with his plush toy, making it say whatever silly phrase popped into his mind until he realised he had a final present under the tree.
He set the hamster down and picked the present up, holding it in confusion.
"Is this for me?" he asked, unsure because of the different wrapping; Willow having gotten it giftwrapped in the store she bought it from.
"That's a special one from Momma," Tara answered with a smile.
JJ crawled over to his mothers and into Willow's lap, Tara moving one hand away from the redhead's stomach to support his back.
"It is?" JJ asked, looking up at Willow, wide-eyed.
"Open it," Willow encouraged gently in response.
JJ turned the present in his hands curiously for a second before tearing the paper off, revealing the transparent box with a simple watch inside, black leather straps with a plain white face and big numbers to make it easier to read.
"It's a watch. You wear it on your wrist and it tells you what time it is. I was thinking me and you could learn how to tell time," Willow said as she reached around her son to pop the lid off the box and take the watch out, placing it flat on her palm so JJ could see, "Would you like that?"
"Yea," JJ replied eagerly as he picked his new watch up from his mother's hand, "Can I put it on?"
"Of course," Willow responded as she helped the boy wrap the watch around his wrist and secured the clasp, "Does that feel comfy?"
JJ nodded before wrapping his arms around Willow's neck.
"Thank you, Momma."
Willow gave her son a one-armed hug and pressed her lips against the top of his head before pulling away and smiling at him and nodding over her shoulder.
"Does Mommy get a hug too?"
JJ giggled and climbed off of Willow's lap, wrapping his arms around Tara and copying his previous actions in a sweet hug before pulling back and jumping up on the balls of his feet.
"Can I play with my compuher now?"
"Compu[i]ter[/i]," Willow corrected softly and with a warm smile, "And yes, you can. Why don't you go get it out of its box and I'll help you learn how to play with it. Remember, you have to be very careful though."
"I will," JJ promised solemnly before rushing back over to his laptop, ripping the tape around the opening and starting to open the box.
Willow watched JJ to make sure he didn't accidentally bang the laptop against the floor in his excitement to remove it from its box before she felt something being placed in her lap. She looked down to see a small, square box in glitter-embossed, red paper sitting there and spun her head around to meet Tara's gaze with a smile.
"Aww, baby, thank you," she said excitedly before holding one finger up in a 'one second' motion and leaned over, retrieving the final gift from under the tree, a long, rectangular box, which she handed to her wife, "And for you."
Tara accepted the gift with a smile.
"Thank you."
"You're welcome," Willow replied before eagerness got the better of her and she tore the immaculate wrapping away from her present, then lifted the lid of the revealed box to see the red wallet Tara had bought her. She picked it up and turned it over in her hands, "Aww, Tara, I really needed a new one. This is gorgeous, thank you. Hey, look, it has a little 'W' on it and everything!"
Willow toyed with charm on the zipper as Tara gave a soft smile.
"I wish I could say I got it especially put on there, but it came like that."
"Yea but you found it," Willow beamed as she pulled the zipped back and examined the depth of her new wallet, "It's great."
Tara seemed pleased that Willow liked her present and started peeling back the wrapping on her own present, with a lot more care than the other two had. She neatly folded it beside her before taking in the contents of her gift and smiled wildly when she saw the box of her favourite perfume in her lap. She looked up at Willow.
"Thank you, sweetheart."
"I know it's small," Willow replied with an apologetic smile, "But I got you something really cool for your birthday."
"I was running out anyway," Tara answered as she reached across and took her wife's hand, "Anything from you is perfect."
Willow blushed slightly and leaned over to capture the blonde's lips. They moved lightly and lovingly against each other for several long moments before Tara pulled away and nuzzled their noses together.
"Merry Christmas, Willow."
Willow placed another small kiss on her wife's lips.
"Merry Christmas, Tara."
They almost met for a third kiss but were interrupted as JJ called out.
"Wow, it's all shiny!"
Willow blew a kiss into the air towards her wife instead before scooting over towards her son and helped him pop the lid on his laptop open.
"Cool, huh?"
"Uh huh," JJ nodded in wide-eyed wonder, squealing excitedly when Willow pressed the power button and it sprung to life.
Tara set her new perfume off to the side and stood up, walking over to her wife and son and bending down, putting a hand on either of their shoulders.
"How would you guys like some Christmas pancakes?"
"Yummy," Willow replied with a glance and smile at her wife while JJ remained transfixed on the screen, but mumbled something resembling 'yes'.
Tara dropped a kiss against the top of his head before straightening up and leaving the room. Willow guided JJ's laptop through the set-up process, with the boy watching intently and asking what each step his mother was doing involved until the machine was ready to be used. Willow opened the folder of Disney games that came with the laptop and JJ almost burst with excitement when he saw a game about helping Winnie The Pooh find his pot of honey.
He played that for a couple of minutes, laughing every time Eeyore came on screen to give him a 'tip' before Willow asked if she could play as well and they started a racing game based on the movie 'Cars', which JJ triumphantly won.
Tara arrived in the room again not long after, carrying a single plate. Willow closed the laptop and pushed it off to the side to protect it from getting any errant pancake crumbs embedded in the keyboard as Tara sat down between them and grinned, picking up the top pancake in her hand, rolling it and taking a bite.
"Who needs cutlery?" Willow asked with a laugh as she copied her wife's actions.
"We have hands!" JJ giggled as he picked up two pancakes at a time and shoved them into his mouth.
"Chew carefully," Tara advised as she swallowed her food and rubbed JJ's back, "And we're only eating with our hands because it's Christmas."
JJ nodded his understanding that this wasn't to become an everyday event and carefully chewed as instructed. When their pancakes were finished, Willow went upstairs for a shower while Tara played Lego with JJ until she heard the water being turned off upstairs again.
"Will you be okay to play by yourself while I go and wash myself?" she asked JJ, who looked up and nodded with a smile as he pulled two red bricks apart, "Good boy."
She handed over the half-assembled firetruck she'd been making to let her son finish and stood up, leaving the room and going upstairs, turning straight into the bathroom and pulled her pyjamas from her body, stepping into the shower.
She turned the water to a comfortable temperature and began to hum quietly as it fell down her back, leisurely washing her body and hair until she was clean and stepped from the shower, wrapping a towel around her body and walking into her bedroom. She closed the door behind her and smiled over at where Willow was standing in front of the full-length mirror, pulling at the top of her shirt
"You look very pretty," she said to her wife in her plain black pants and festive red sweater as she walked over to the closet to find some clothes for herself.
Willow didn't respond, instead just frowning at her reflection. She pulled at her shirt again, twisting the fabric around but the frown never left her face.
"Tara?" she ventured after a moment, "Do I look fat?"
Tara's hand stilled from where she was taking a blouse from its hanger and looked over at the redhead, bewildered.
"No, of course not."
Willow sighed and spun around to face her wife.
"Could you look at me like a woman for a second and not my wife?"
Tara placed the hanger in her hand over the circular knob on the closet and walked over to Willow, turning her so she could wrap her arms around her waist from behind and they were both looking at each other in the mirror.
"I am a woman," she said quietly, "And I'm your wife. And I'm telling you, you're beautiful."
Willow looked completely unconvinced and Tara rubbed her hand over her wife's stomach.
"Willow, you're not even showing."
"Yea, not my stomach," Willow replied forlornly, "I wouldn't mind then, at least people would know I was pregnant. Now I just look like I've eaten 5 boxes of doughnuts and it's all gone to face."
Tara couldn't help a small grin.
"And your boobs."
Willow finally cracked a smile.
"You really think I look pretty?"
"The prettiest," Tara confirmed with a soft kiss under the redhead's ear, "You didn't have any morning sickness today."
Willow groaned.
"Don't jinx it," she said with a shake of her head, "And my stomach is probably waiting for normal wake-up time to let it hit. It's nothing if not consistent."
Tara started to sway their bodies slightly.
"Every single part of you operates on a strict schedule, doesn't it?" she asked jokingly, "I have no doubt you'll be one of those rare women who go into labour on your exact due date."
"We better keep August 3rd free then," Willow replied with a soft smile.
Tara stopped swaying and cast her wife a curious glance through the mirror.
"Our first scan isn't for another two weeks. We haven't been given a due date yet."
"Well maybe not by the doctor," Willow replied with a shrug, as she moved a hand to rest over Tara's on her stomach, "But we have the benefit of knowing exactly when we conceived this little one. It's not too hard to work out."
Tara mulled over this new information as s lazy smile spread on her face.
"August 3rd?"
Willow nodded with a grin.
"August 3rd."
"A Leo," Tara replied softly, her basic knowledge from her freshman astrology class coming back to her, "Honest. Passionate. Loyal. Definitely your baby."
"And yours," Willow responded quietly, "You're all those things, too."
Tara didn't respond, instead just smiling wildly at her wife through the mirror before eventually taking her arms back.
"You're gorgeous," she whispered before going to sit at the vanity table, deciding to choose clothes later.
Willow stayed looking in the mirror, though her frown had been considerably turned upside down as she felt a lot more confident than she had before Tara had entered the room.
"I'm gorgeous," she repeated to convince herself with a definitive nod before she ran the brush through her hair, "Thank you."
"Thank [i]you[/i]," Tara replied as she picked up the blowdryer from where it was sitting along the floor and grinning over at her wife, "I get to look at you."
Willow blushed and smiled but stopped herself from responding when she saw Tara shake the blowdryer in frustration as she snapped the switch over and back repeatedly.
"What's wrong?"
"It won't turn on," Tara replied, leaning over to plug it into the other socket but still getting no juice, "Did we blow a fuse?"
She picked up the curling that sat on the table and pushed the button to turn it on, seeing the red light flash with power before turning it off and placing it back down with a sigh of confusion.
"This works fine."
Willow inhaled deeply and got a guilty look on her face as she started to fidget with her hands.
"I may have dropped it when I was trying to find my shoes while you were in the shower and then forgot to check it," she rattled off in a quick breath.
Tara turned her head to her wife and quirked an eyebrow before sighing and unplugging the obviously defunct-dryer, wrapping the cord around it and leaving it under the table.
"Guess I'm towel drying today."
"Sorry," Willow replied, moving a hand onto her wife's shoulder, "I'll replace it as soon as the stores open again. I'll get us a really nice one. You know, I think we've had that one there our whole marriage."
"I think you're right," Tara responded with a small laugh as she stood and started to walk to the closet, "Nice to know we have more longevity than our electronics."
Willow gave a soft smile.
"We have forever-evity."
Tara looked over her shoulder with an adoring look on her face.
"I couldn't love you more, you know that?"
Willow blushed again and dropped her gaze momentarily before pointing over her shoulder with her thumb.
"I'll go start peeling the potatoes."
"I did them when I was waiting for the pancake batter to set," Tara replied as she dragged hangers along the rail on the ceiling of their closet, "They're in water, ready to go. So are the carrots. The peas and green beans just need to be taken out of the fridge when we're ready to cook them."
"Oh," Willow replied, some surprise in her tone before she walked over and fell onto the bed, lying back with her head propped against the headboard, "Well in that case I'm gonna watch you get changed."
Tara smirked to herself as she heard her wife's words and reached to the front of her towel, pulling at the place where it was tucked in and letting it fall to the floor.
"Whoops."
Willow openly leered the back of her wife's nude form and pursed her lips in delight when Tara bent down to pick up the towel.
"Merry Christmas to me."
She licked her lips as she watched Tara start to dry herself off, a lot more slowly than was necessary, and had to squeeze her legs together as a sudden rush of desire shot through her.
"You really know how to tease a girl."
Tara grinned over her shoulder.
"I've had years of practice."
Willow felt a fresh pool of desire settle in her core at the way Tara was looking at her and found herself speaking without even intending to.
"Do we have time for a quickie?"
Tara laughed and sauntered over to her wife, climbing on top of her, completely naked, which did nothing to curb Willow's arousal, and placed a hand on either of her shoulders.
"No," she started regretfully, before smirking, "But we can have a very nice [i]long-ie[/i] later."
Willow couldn't help running her hands down her wife's naked back.
"Maybe then you could, um...continue your little show?"
Tara's smirk widened.
"Are you asking for a lapdance?"
Willow looked at the blonde hopefully.
"Are you offering?"
Tara moved her face down so they were just inches apart.
"That offer's always open."
Willow's hands flew to the back of the taller girl's hair, pulling her down to close that last inch between them and kissing her fiercely for several moments before suddenly pulling away and slipping out from beneath her wife, her hand covering her eyes.
"Sorry, but if I don't stop looking and touching and...there's no way I'll survive the rest of the day. Not with these pumped-up baby hormones. I'll go, um...baste the turkey."
Tara didn't get a chance to say that the turkey wasn't in the oven yet and therefore didn't need to be basted as Willow rushed from the room, hitting against the closed door as she still had her hand over her eyes.
She quickly dropped her hand and flew out the door, closing it again to give Tara the privacy to get dressed and rushed down the stairs, straight into the kitchen and over to the refrigerator, dropping her forehead against the door to cool down.
She didn't hear JJ walk in until he pulled at her pants.
"What's wrong, Momma?"
"Your mother's a vixen-y tease, that's what wrong," she mumbled to herself before realising who exactly she was talking to and jumped back in surprise, "Uh...uh...nothing's wrong, little man. Nothing at all. It's Christmas!"
JJ luckily hadn't caught Willow's first words and just shrugged the exchange off, again pulling at the end of her pants.
"Wanna play Lego with me?"
Willow cleared her throat momentarily and nodded.
"You bet, Jake. Can I build the firetruck?"
"Yea!" JJ agreed eagerly, as he grabbed Willow's hand and pulled her towards the living room, "Mommy started it and you can finish!"
Willow exhaled slowly as she was dragged into the living room and knelt down beside the pile of Lego.
"Mommy's been starting things she can't finish a lot today."
"Mommy heard that," Tara's voice came from the doorway almost immediately and Willow shot her head around, wide-eyed, but the now fully-dressed blonde was just giving her a quirky half-smile, "And she has every intention of finishing. [i]Later.[/i]"
JJ remained oblivious to the double meaning of the conversation happening around him as he diligently built his Lego while Willow blushed and averted her gaze, willing a change in subject.
"I, I didn't baste the turkey."
"I'm not surprised," Tara replied, clearly amused, "It's not in the oven."
Willow felt the blush on her cheeks intensify but tried to control it as she turned her head towards her wife, attempting to appear nonchalant.
"Do you want me to help?"
Tara kept smiling and shook her head softly.
"I'll take care of the food. If you and JJ could set the table before everyone arrives, that'd be great," she answered before nodding towards her son, "And um, get him dressed?"
Willow nodded and managed a smile.
"No problem."
Tara threw a wink in her wife's direction before pushing herself off the doorframe and disappearing into the kitchen. Willow could hear the rustling of pots and pans as Tara went about the other preparations before turning back and picking up the firetruck her wife had started, taking peeks at the pictures on the Lego box to finish it in the style it was supposed to be.
She and JJ quietly built their miniature city with its full firefighting team over the next little while, and acted out a rescue mission in all its glory when they finished. They played with their constructions, both enjoying it as much as the other, until Willow gave a quick glance at her watch and deemed it was about time to get her son dressed.
"Come on, little man; let's get you ready for the rest of Christmas."