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Tara could only feel lightness and warmth as waves of consciousness started to seep into her mind. Her brain instinctively fought against the deep slumber she'd been in but the increasing awareness of a familiar body on top of her and soft lips caressing her own made the lull of sleep begin to drift away.
Her senses responded to that first; lips moving lightly against the ones peppering kisses against her before she managed to flutter her eyes open, seeing her wife's emerald, glinting orbs already staring back at her.
Willow pulled her lips back just an inch and Tara was about to voice the 'good morning' that was waiting to escape her mouth when she felt those same lips move down her throat and naked-from-the-night-before body with more than a little eagerness, arriving between her legs before the blonde had a chance to even register what was happening.
"Oh my..." she gasped as Willow's tongue slid between her other lips without any warning and instantly let her legs fall open to give the redhead all the access she wanted, "Oh Willow..."
She struggled to contain a loud cry as her wife wasted no time in attaching her lips to her clit and could feel wetness slipping out of her like a faucet had been turned on inside her as her body acted on nothing but the primal need and desire coursing through her.
A throaty moan vibrated over her lips as she felt her hips rising to meet every stroke of her lover's tongue against her throbbing nub. She slid a hand down her stomach under the blanket and tugged at her wife's hair momentarily, pushing the redhead as far into herself as possible before dragging her fingers back upwards along her skin and to her breast, pinching her taut nipple into a stiff peak and arching her back as an intense jolt shot from her abdomen and rushed through her body like an inferno of ecstasy.
She felt another hand reach up her body and swat hers out of the way, letting it fall idly by her side as Willow took over the task of turning Tara's body into a carnal mass of ricocheting pleasure.
"Willow..." Tara moaned again, voicing the only coherent thought swimming though her mind, "Oh Willow..."
Heat swelled inside her as the redhead's mouth worked in sync with her fingers, sucking and pinching and squeezing and bathing her jumping nerve endings until she was screaming internally for her body to give her the release she was craving so badly.
She brought her hands up to cover her face, letting them muffle the whimpers and groans that were escaping through her clenched teeth, her body's writhing becoming desperately frenzied before she felt an unexpected fullness in the form of her wife's long and loving fingers.
"Oh! Will–"
She cut herself off as her thighs squeezed around Willow's ears and her neck strained back against the pillow, euphoric bliss and the deep satisfaction of broken tension crumbling through her.
She was absently aware of soft licking gathering the juices from her expended flesh and her breast being lightly massaged while the redhead's fingers stayed still inside her, prolonging her feeling of utter completion.
As her body calmed from its post-orgasm rigidity to being relaxed entirely into the mattress, she felt Willow slowly extract her fingers and lift her head, seeing her wife pop out from under the blanket a few seconds later, sensuously sucking her fingers through a grin.
Tara blushed as the redhead made a show of licking her glistening fingers clean.
"I thought...I thought I already got my birthday snuggles."
Willow popped her fingers from her mouth and leant her head down so their faces were just an inch apart.
"There are no limits when it comes to birthday snuggles," she declared as she jutted her tongue out and darted it over the blonde's top lip, "There are no limits to any kind of snuggles."
She closed the gap between them then, pressing their lips together warmly before pulling back and nuzzling their noses together.
"Happy Birthday."
Tara smiled and languidly stretched her limbs out beneath her wife's body.
"Very happy birthday."
"Oh yea," Willow replied through a giggle, "You're gonna have a very, very happy birthday."
Tara murmured a sound of approval and quickly pulled the redhead down to her lips again, kissing the redhead enthusiastically. She had just started to push her tongue forwards to deepen it when their bedroom door suddenly burst open.
Willow quickly rolled off to Tara's side and made sure the blanket was covering them both up to their chests, but JJ was too absorbed in his own actions as he bounded into the room to notice anything.
"Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom!" he yelled as he made a gun shape with his hand and pretended to shoot imaginary markers around the room, "Boom, boom, boom!"
Willow ran the hand that wasn't holding onto the blanket through her hair and cleared her throat.
"JJ, you know you're supposed to knock before coming in here."
JJ dropped his hand but his hand stayed lit up excitedly.
"Laser tag today, laser tag! I'm gonna get everyone!"
"I bet you will, honey," Willow agreed, taking a quick glance at Tara, "Why don't you go get ready for the party?"
JJ started jumping up and down and began to run from the room.
"Yea!"
"Hey, hey!" Willow called after him, "Don't you have something to say to Mommy?"
JJ spun around, his brow creased in confusion for a moment before realisation crossed his features and he shot a toothy grin in her direction.
"Happy Birthday, Mommy!"
"Thank you, sweetie," Tara replied and breathed a sigh of relief when JJ just smiled at her for another moment before rushing from the room, pulling the door closed behind him.
While she always welcomed a hug from her son, she was glad he hadn't approached her in her very nude and still quite sweaty state at that moment.
"He's excited," she commented with a fond smile towards the door, before it faltered, "I wish he wasn't so enthusiastic over guns though."
"I thought the same thing," Willow replied, taking the blonde's hand under the covers, "I talked to him yesterday on our way home from school, though. He understood that real guns were not a good thing. He seemed more excited about the laser part than the gun part."
Tara nodded quietly and turned her head back towards her wife, reaching her spare hand out to the redhead's chest and looking sadly at the just-barely-raised skin of the scar between and above Willow's chest, circling it lightly.
"Hey, no sadness. Very, very happy birthday, remember?" Willow said, bringing Tara's hand from her chest and up to her mouth, kissing her open palm before leaning her cheek against it, "It was years ago. And I'm fine."
"You almost weren't," Tara replied, her voice unwittingly becoming choked with emotion, "You could've–"
"But I didn't," Willow cut her wife off softly, "I fought. For you. For us. And you know, if we hadn't experienced that, we might not have had the same view on life as we do now. We might not have kept JJ. We would've lost our son and not even known it. You've always told me everything happens for a reason."
Tara closed her eyes as she took in what her wife was saying, something they had discussed on quite a few occasions before. She couldn't imagine life without their son in it, but she knew the grab-life-by-the-horns attitude they both had taken off after the last ill-fated meeting with her father definitely contributed to the whirlwind decision to keep the boy when he'd been thrust into their lives.
She was still contemplating everything when she felt Willow reached down to her chin and raise it. She opened her eyes to Willow's smiling ones.
"Do we not have an almost perfect life?"
Tara finally smiled at that and acquiesced with a nod. Willow smiled back.
"I wouldn't change a thing about every moment of our life together."
Tara closed her eyes momentarily, reopening them with none of the grief that had been there just moments before.
"Okay. We can get back to the very, very happy now."
"That's what I like to hear," Willow grinned and moved so she was hovering over the blonde again, "I believe I was right about...here."
"That feels about right," Tara ginned back, throwing a glance over at the alarm clock on her nightstand, "I think we have about 5 minutes before we get busted in on again."
Willow feigned shock.
"And we're wasting precious seconds with our lips apart?"
"Not for long," Tara responded, leaning up and capturing Willow's lips.
They spent the next four and a half minutes with their lips steadily locked and their tongues lightly brushing against each other until the sound of JJ bounding down the hallway made Willow pull away again, but he thankfully didn't burst into their room again; the couple instead hearing the sound of the tap in the bathroom running, presuming the boy was brushing his teeth.
"Party starts at 2," Willow sighed before throwing a smile in her wife's direction, "Take your time getting up. I'll make you a birthday breakfast. What would you like? Don't say pancakes 'cause you know I have an inferiority complex about them compared to yours."
Tara grinned and shook her head to herself momentarily.
"Eggs Benedict?" she asked after a moment of thought and Willow nodded assuredly.
"You got it," she replied before dropping a final, quick kiss against the blonde's lips, "Love you, birthday girl."
Willow slipped from under the covers then and walked over to the door, picking the robe off from the back of it and pulling it across her body before leaving the room at the same time JJ skidded out from the bathroom, dressed in day clothes but his hair still messy.
"Come on, kiddo, let's get that hair brushed," Willow said as she ruffled his hair before placing a hand on his back and pushing them towards the stairs, "And then you can help me make breakfast. I know you're excited for the party but don't forget it's Mommy's birthday too. I think she'd like a very big hug when she comes downstairs. And you can give her that special present you made her."
"It's in my room!" JJ exclaimed, suddenly excited as he remembered the gift he'd made in school and that Willow had helped him customise at home.
He went to scurry back up the stairs but Willow held his shoulders tight as she led him into the kitchen.
"Whoa, whoa. One thing at a time. Hair first."
She looked around the room for a moment before spotting her purse on the island and went to it, retrieving a hairbrush from inside and bending down to run it lightly through the boy's blonde locks.
"You look so like your Mommy, sometimes," she commented lovingly.
"Mommy's pretty," JJ responded and Willow smiled widely in response.
"The prettiest," she answered as she pulled the hairbrush back, "And you're the handsomest boy in the world."
JJ smiled and looked towards the door.
"Will I get the present now?"
Willow looked mock-offended.
"And make me miss out on my co-chef? You can help me crack the eggs..."
JJ nodded in enthusiastic agreement and Willow helped him climb up a stool and onto the island before going over to the refrigerator and taking out eggs and bacon as well as some frozen English Muffins from the freezer and a sachet of pre-packaged Hollandaise sauce; regretting she couldn't make it from scratch, but sauces were one culinary speciality she had never been able to master.
She put all the food on the island and gathered the pots and pans required and let them heat up on the cooktop.
"Okay, first we need to start the crispy bacon," she said and opened the packet, dropping some slices in a skillet as they began to sizzle, and put a saucepan with water on to heat, then turned back to JJ, "Let's get crackin'!"
JJ beamed and picked up one of the eggs. Willow held a mug underneath as JJ cracked it against the side and caught the egg as it fell out, putting it aside to fish out any errant shell pieces later. They repeated the process with another two eggs before Willow handed JJ the package of English Muffins, already semi-cut down the middle.
"Will you pull three of those apart for me?" she asked JJ, "Then we can toast them."
JJ nodded and reached into the bag and stared to tear the bread into halves while Willow went back to the eggs and finished preparing them before starting the poaching process and turning the bacon.
"Done," JJ called as he tore the last muffin and wiped the crumbs from his hands.
Willow turned back towards the island and gathered the torn muffins, putting them in the toaster two-halves-at-a-time and started to prepare the sauce.
"Would you like to help me stir out the lumps?" she asked JJ as the sauce started to heat.
JJ grinned and nodded and Willow brought a stool over from the island; JJ climbing to sit on it so he was high enough to reach the spoon in the saucepan while Willow stood behind him to keep him from falling backwards and took the eggs and bacon from the cooktop.
She kept a hand protectively against her son's back as he stirred the sauce and started to assemble all the cooked foods together.
"I think all the lumps are gone," JJ piped up after another minute.
Willow peered over his shoulder and looked into the saucepan before ruffling JJ's hair.
"I think you just might be the best stirrer in all of Buffalo."
"Mmhh, I think you might be too, that looks yummy."
Both JJ and Willow's heads turned as Tara appeared at the boy's other side, dressed in black pants and a red button-down shirt with cut-off sleeves and her hair neatly tied up in a ponytail.
"Mommy!" JJ squealed and jumped from the stool into Tara's chest, wrapping his arms around her back, "Happy Birthday."
"Thank you," Tara replied as she held her son tight and placed a lingering kiss against the top of his head.
JJ embraced his mother for another few moments before pulling away slightly and looking at the assembled food.
"We made breakfast!"
"I see that," Tara responded with a fond smile, "Looks delicious!"
Willow, who had been poured the sauce over the food during the exchange, gave her son a wink.
"Why don't you go upstairs and get that thing we talked about earlier?"
JJ's eyes widened in excitement and he nodded, then ran out of the kitchen as Tara helped him down from the stool. Willow placed the empty saucepan in the dishwasher before straightening up and smiling then leant over and placed a small kiss against the blonde's lips. When she pulled back, she grinned cheekily and swatted her wife's behind.
"Go sit that mighty fine booty down."
Tara made her way over to the island and sat onto a stool as Willow took some plates down from the cabinet and transferred the food onto two of them, and on the third plate left the eggs, bacon and English muffin separate for JJ knowing he probably would stain his clothes if she didn't.
She brought the first plate over to Tara and set it in front of her.
"Eggs Benedict for my birthday girl."
"Mmhh, thank you," Tara replied as she was handed a knife and fork over the island.
Willow smiled and brought the other two plates over to the island along with the third stool and had just sat down beside Tara when JJ skidded into the room, holding a rectangular-shaped, flat item, wrapped in paper that was screaming 'Happy Birthday' in shiny, neon colours.
"What's this?" Tara questioned as JJ ran over to her and thrust the gift upwards.
"I made it," JJ exclaimed with a mixture of excitement and pride as Tara lifted him to sit on the stool beside her.
"You did?" Tara asked gleefully as she turned the present over in her hands and started to undo the wrapping, "All by yourself?"
JJ blushed and gave a small shrug.
"Momma helped."
"Only a tiny bit," Willow spoke up, smiling between her wife and son, "Just with the glue."
Tara looked intrigued at the word 'glue' and pulled the last of the wrapping paper away, revealing a photograph that had been taken at JJ's last birthday party; a close-up of the three of them with Willow and Tara kneeling either side of a standing JJ so they were all around the same height, wide grins plastered over all of their faces.
The frame enclosing the photo was clearly the homemade portion of the gift; blue felt backed by cardboard surrounding it, glitter scattered over the felt and in small macaroni pieces the words 'I Love You' were spelled out across the top, with 'Mommy' underneath the picture.
"Oh, honey," Tara said, bringing one hand up to her heart, before smiling at JJ, "I love it. You did a great job."
JJ blushed again and swung his legs against the legs of the stool.
"The macaroni was my idea."
Tara looked at her present for another moment before putting it down on the island, safely away from any food. She then bent down and kissed her son's forehead before cupping his cheek.
"You're the sweetest little guy."
JJ seemed very pleased at that before looking towards his plate.
"Can I have my bacon now?"
Tara laughed and nodded, sitting upright again.
"Dig in."
JJ went about doing just that, the bacon crunching in his mouth. Tara picked up her cutlery and started to cut into the stacked muffin when she felt a hand reaching out to tuck an errant strand of hair behind her ear, followed by her wife's soft voice.
"I like your hair tied up."
"Well, we're going to be spending the day with kids hyped up on sugar and excitement," Tara replied with a small grin, as she popped a speared piece of egg and bacon into her mouth, "I figure I should limit the hair-pulling possibilities."
Willow nodded and smiled before leaning over and placing a lingering kiss against the blonde's cheek.
"The day might be for the kids, but the night, my love, will be all about you."