Tara was humming along to no particular tune when she heard her girlfriend walk into the kitchen.
"I hate Bush," the redhead said as leaned against the island.
Tara turned around, soapy plate still in hand and quirked an eyebrow.
"Really?" she asked in mock-disbelief.
"Yes, real – oh!" Willow replied as understanding dawned.
"Did Bush do something stupid?" Tara asked, wiping the plate and putting it down to dry, still facing towards her girlfriend.
"Yea," Willow responded as she walked towards the blonde, "He opened his mouth."
Tara was about to grab another dish when Willow stopped her.
"Uh, Will? Kind of need my hands to clean."
Willow responded by dropping to her knees.
Tara looked down at her in question.
"What are you doing?"
"Showing you how much I love bush."
With that, Willow lifted her girlfriend's skirt and put her head under, nuzzling against her panties.
"You don't –oh! - have to do that."
Willow appeared from under the skirt again.
"But I want to," she said as she gripped the panties and pulled them down.
"You're insatiable today," Tara said throatily as she stepped out of the panties.
"You're delicious everyday," Willow replied as she caressed the blonde's thighs.
"Better than my Toffee Mocha Sundaes?"
Willow fluttered her eyes closed at the memory of the heavenly desert Tara had made for them all that evening, the surprise of not knowing what they were until they were served making them taste even sweeter. She picked the discarded panties up off the floor and brought them to her nose, inhaling deeply, coming to fast conclusion to the blonde's question.
"Better. Now if you'll excuse me, my mouth has other places to be."
She slipped back under the skirt and spread her girlfriend's lips with her tongue, instantly launching an attack on her clit.
Tara's hands flew to the countertop to steady herself.
"Oh god, Willow!"
Willow continued lapping up the blonde's juices, alternating long licks with sucking on her clit.
She heard her girlfriend's moans becoming louder and louder and brought her hand into play.
She used one finger to circle Tara's opening and felt the other girl push down, trying to take the entire finger inside.
Willow, needing more leverage, grabbed Tara's hips and pulled one leg over her shoulder, leaving the blonde more open and available for her girlfriend's touch.
Willow continued to tease both her opening and her clit, using her tongue to fuel the blonde's arousal, licking around the hard nub, but not actually providing any friction.
Keeping one hand firmly gripped on the countertop, Tara grabbed the back of Willow's head through her skirt and pushed firmly, rubbing herself against the redhead's face.
Willow took the hint and brought two fingers up to Tara's opening, plunging them in as she licked the tip of her clit.
Tara needed her second hand to stabilize herself again at the double stimulation and brought it back up to grip the counter behind her. She bore down on the intruding fingers to take as much as she could and moved her hips in rhythm with the redhead's thrusts.
Willow was lost. All she could taste, all she could feel, all she could hear was Tara. Tara everywhere, overwhelming her senses. And she loved it.
She felt herself the hand on the back of her head guiding her further into her girlfriend's hot, wet core and gladly welcomed the push, using her entire face to pleasure the blonde. And she knew the best part was still to come.
Pardon the pun.
When Tara would reach the pinnacle of her pleasure, pleasure that she herself was giving her, that was the ultimate prize in the redhead's book. Especially when she got to taste that release.
She felt a hand come to rest on her shoulder, then a few seconds later, a slight tugging. Worried that she'd hurt her girl, she stopped all her movements, but left her fingers in place, still inside blonde. She came out from under the skirt and looked up to see a very flushed Tara.
"Are you o-"
"Need…to taste…you…too," Tara panted out.
Willow looked puzzled for a second before a huge grin broke out on her face.
"Same time," she nodded.
"Lose the pants," Tara said.
"Lose the skirt," Willow replied.
Willow went to stand up and realised she'd have to remove her fingers from their warm cocoon in order to do so.
"I have to…okay?" she asked.
Tara nodded, but whimpered nonetheless at the lost contact when she felt them being removed. She quickly went about unclasping her skirt and was about to slip off her shoes when she was stopped.
"Leave 'em on."
Tara bit her lip to stop the groan from coming out and dropped to her knees, dragging the now-naked-from-the-waist-down redhead with her.
Their lips crushed together passionately, Willow's hands instantly going behind to cup Tara's ass.
Tara's mind went blank at the extra pressure and fell backwards. One of Willow's hands subconsciously flew to the back of Tara's head, stopping her from hurting herself on the hard tiled kitchen floor, never breaking their kiss.
They ended up with Willow lying on top of Tara, one hand still under the blonde's head, while the other was stroking her cheek lovingly.
The redhead pulled back from the kiss. They looked at each other for a few long moments before Tara spoke, her voice a mixture of excitement and shyness.
"Turn around."
Willow smiled.
"Watch your head, okay? I don't want you to get hurt."
Tara lifted her head slightly and Willow took her hand back. Tara put her head back down gently on the floor, which seemed to satisfy the redhead.
She used her now free hands to cup Tara's cheeks and placed a tender kiss onto the girl, before lifting herself up and turning around, making sure both her head and core were in the correct positions.
Tara took a moment to just look at her girlfriend's sex, her pink lips swollen and glistening with moisture. She licked her lips in anticipation.
"If I hurt you, ju-"
Willow couldn't get the rest of her sentence out as Tara grabbed the back of her ass and brought her down to meet an eager tongue.
"Holy fucking god, Tara," Willow squeaked out before lowering her own head and sucking on Tara's clit.
Willow felt, more than heard, the answering moan that reverberated against her own bundle of nerves.
She held Tara's clit in her mouth, running her tongue over and around it.
She could feel it jumping at every touch and doubled her efforts.
Tara, meanwhile, was exploring her lover's wet folds expertly. She could feel her own clit being given generous attention and focused on bringing her tongue to Willow's entrance.
Forgoing any teasing, as she could feel the juices flowing already, Tara thrust her tongue inwards, reaching as far in as she could.
She thrust in and out, curling her tongue upwards as she did so, and dragged it back down on her exit.
She knew where her girlfriend's sweet spot was and aimed to reach it at every thrust.
She reached it on the next one and felt Willow start nibbling on her own clit in response.
Willow felt Tara reach her sweet spot and bit down lightly to control the series of groans that we're threatening to erupt from her.
She felt herself teetering close to the edge was determined to bring Tara along for the ride. She released the hard nub and brought her tongue down to Tara's opening, lapping there for a few seconds before pushing her tongue in and dragging it along the walls inside.
After a minute, she brought her tongue back out and brought her lips back up to Tara's clit. She sucked it, hard, and it had the desired effect as she felt her girlfriend begin to come, thighs trembling beneath her.
She opened her mouth wide and welcomed the flow of juices, as she felt her own legs begin to tremble and a wave of orgasm flow through her. They continued to crash over her as Tara continued to lick up her juices.
Finally, both spent, they stopped their ministrations, neither making any effort to move as they fought to catch their breath.
After a few minutes, Tara spoke up.
"Don't suffocate yourself down there," she joked
Willow lifted herself up and turned back around, lying on top of Tara, face-to-face this time.
"Would that be suffocating or drowning? Either way, what a way to go."
Tara giggled and Willow leaned down to kiss her.
"I'm not too heavy, am I?" the redhead asked, concerned.
"You're perfect."
They lay there in companionable silence, Tara stroking Willow's hair for a few moments until Willow chuckled.
"What?"
"We didn't even get our shirts off this time," the redhead said, toying with the hem of Tara's shirt.
"And whose fault is that? I didn't exactly have much time to argue," Tara guffawed jokingly.
Willow looked up seriously.
"I hope you don't think…you don't think that I all I want…or I expect…"
Tara silenced her with a soft kiss.
"I love all of you. Nervous Willow, Adorable Willow, Spaz Willow, as you call it, even though I think that's just Adorable Willow, Programmer Willow, Goofy Willow, Serious Willow, Loving Willow, Reliable Willow, Wild Willow, Quirky Willow, Spontaneous Willow, and yes, Horndog Willow. All in one gorgeous package."
"I just feel like I can't keep my hands off you. Like I want you every second."
"And that makes me feel incredibly loved and incredibly wanted."
Willow contemplated all of this and smiled.
"There is no Wild Willow."
"I seem to remember a particular redhead getting wild with me this afternoon with a certain apparatus…"
Willow blushed and buried her head in Tara's neck.
"Are you cold?" she asked, aware that Tara was lying naked from the waist down.
"These tiles are pretty, but they're not really designed for long term body exposure…"
Willow stood up.
"Wait here."
Tara sat up and watched her girlfriend's naked ass go into the hallway and open the linen closet, pulling something out. She came back into the kitchen and handed a pair of pyjama bottoms to Tara, before pulling on a pair herself.
Tara stood up, slipped off her shoes and put them on.
"I prefer you naked," she said teasingly.
Willow held out her hand.
"We can sleep naked tonight, okay? But first, I think 'TV and fire' snuggles are calling us."
Tara glanced back at the half-full sink of dishes.
"You are doing the dishes tomorrow, missy," she said, taking the offered hand.
Willow beamed.
"Deal."
They walked into the living room and cuddled up on the sofa. Willow grabbed the remote.
"Oh and Will? We're not watching the news. My body can only handle so much."