Queenphoenix08 – She is a little clueless! Glad you enjoyed it :)
GnomeGirly – I think Mia will turn out to be a little smarter than the bimbo. She'll be back when their summer is over! I don't think Willow's overall self-esteem has plummeted, we all have those 'feeling stupid' moments…though I am in much agreement with Tara plumping it up!
Graq the Wild Child 2 – She also has a blind spot for Tara and thinks she's the only one who'd ever hit on her, but I think she's learned her lesson in cluelessness :p Tara would/becomes a wonderful daughter-in-law for sure
C. Spiritmaster – I'm glad I could make your day better! :D
Dirty Tube Socks – You're too pervy and I'm too prudey :P The god damn Roman Empire, 'causing problems and shit. It is funny. I think she'll laugh one day :D
"Willow, stop."
Willow made no effort to stop snapping pictures of Tara and just continued to get them both more tangled up in the sheets as she moved the camera around to get different angles.
"The assignment is 'beauty', Tara, how can I stop when I've got an endless source right in front of me?"
Tara had to keep yanking at the sheet to make it cover her naked body to stop Willow getting an 'accidental' full-frontal shot.
"I'm sure your professor doesn't want to wade through a bunch of photos of me with bedhead."
Willow smirked behind the camera.
"That's not bedhead, that's sex hair," she said with more than a hint of pride, then took a last photo and lowered the camera, "You're so beautiful."
Tara's cheeks flushed and she smiled bashfully.
"You're sweet but I still don't think post-coital photos of me trying to cover my face are going to fly."
Willow lifted the strap off her neck and left the camera on her nightstand before cuddling into Tara.
"This is actually a class assignment, not an individual one. Well kinda. So as much as you'd be the perfect model..."
"Oh?" Tara asked, interested.
"Uh huh, we all had to choose a kind of derelict site in the city and go and find some beauty there to photograph," Willow explained, "Man, there was a lot of bickering but we finally picked out this old, abandoned walkway a little ways from here…it used to be really pretty with flowers and benches that looked out over the river beneath, but then it turned into a drug spot, got graffitied and stuff…now it's just deserted."
Tara twirled the ends of Willow's hair between her fingers.
"So you're all going to meet up there and 'find beauty'?"
Willow nodded.
"Uh huh, this weekend. Tomorrow, actually. I don't really know how we're going to find anything but litter and empty syringes though."
"You can find beauty anywhere," Tara replied encouragingly.
Willow idly traced the bones of Tara's collarbones and thought about how much her girlfriend had helped her work on both her photography and whole outlook on life by just encouraging her to see a different perspective.
"Do you maybe want to come?" she asked hopefully, looking up with a smile, "I could use those pretty eyes."
"Isn't it your class thing?" Tara asked, finding Willow's toes to play with under the sheet.
Willow shrugged.
"It's not like a field trip…the professor won't be there or anything."
Tara tapped her fingers against the sheet.
"Is…that guy going to be there?"
Willow's neck twisted uncomfortably.
"Yes, but we've both been expertly avoiding each other. We haven't made so much as awkward eye contact with each other in a month, so nothing to worry about."
Tara nodded, sensing Willow was happier to not think or talk about it.
"Are you sure it's okay for me to come?"
"Don't see why not," Willow replied cheerily, "Only if you want to, of course. Don't want to be all draggy girl."
"Okay," Tara agreed, happy for any extra time she got to spend with Willow.
"Thanks!" Willow beamed, pressing a long kiss to Tara's cheek, "I'm looking forward to it much more now. You make everything better."
She found Tara's hand and entwined their fingers gently, then leaned over to kiss her. She slowly rolled back on top then released Tara's lips to look down at her with a predatory leer.
"I think your sex hair needs to be redone. I happen to know a very good stylist."
Tara closed her eyes to enjoy a few moments of delicate neck kisses, but then had to regretfully push Willow's shoulders away.
"I have to go back to work this afternoon."
"What? Why?" Willow asked with a whine, "You said you didn't do afternoons until August."
"Judy is home sick and they need some extra help," Tara explained, running her hands down Willow's arms affectionately.
"It must be a lot quieter in there," Willow replied in a mumble, then clicked her tongue in annoyance, "Damn Judy, nosy andruining my chance for some afternoon delight."
Tara raised an eyebrow.
"What have we been doing for the last hour?"
Willow left her hand over Tara's heart, then slowly dragged a finger between her breasts.
"Sorry for finding you irresistible."
Tara caught Willow's hand before it dipped any lower.
"I'll make it up to you."
Willow let her hand be stilled and looked at her girlfriend curiously.
"How?"
"How do you want me to?" Tara asked, giving her special, seductive smile that only Willow was ever privy to.
Willow felt the familiar weighty feeling settle in her abdomen in response.
"I can think of a few things," she replied, her tongue poking out between her teeth, "They start like this."
She pressed their lips together and went to deepen it but her shoulders were pushed back again.
"I have to go," Tara said apologetically, "I need to jump in the shower before I go back."
Willow backed off, but not without a pout.
"Can I come?"
"Will you be good?" Tara asked, thinking she already knew the answer.
"No," Willow admitted, crossing her arms over her chest petulantly, "Fine. But I'm watching you walk to the bathroom and I better see some wiggle."
Tara's cheeks tinged pink but she smiled and pecked Willow's cheek before scooting out of bed. She hoped her blush didn't spread as she 'wiggled' her way over to the bathroom.
"I see you, baby," Willow called after her with an approving whistle, "Shakin'. That. Ass."
She watched as Tara's blush did, indeed, spread; then settled back down to let her mind fantasize.
"What's with the Willow-grin?" Tara's voice pulled her back to reality a few minutes later as she came out wrapped in a towel.
Willow took even more pleasure in watching her girlfriend get dressed.
"Thinking about how you're going to make it up to me."
"Are you going to share?" Tara asked, finding her clothes flung around different parts of the room.
Willow was sure Tara was dragging her panties up her legs in slow motion on purpose, and if she wasn't, was very grateful to her brain for giving her the illusion.
"They involve you…a lot of you…and very specific parts of you."
Tara zipped her pants up and began to button her shirt, as her nose scrunched up.
"Are you going to make me bend in weird ways?"
"No, of c–" Willow started to dismiss but then quickly decided not to be so flippant, "What, what kinda ways?"
"Sorry?" Tara asked, distractedly running a brush through her hair.
"W-what kind of ways can you bend?" Willow asked, very intrigued.
Tara shrugged once, never giving much thought to how her limbs moved.
"My legs can stretch over my head."
Willow's eyes almost bugged out of her head and she had to make a concentrated effort to not let her tongue hang out like a panting dog.
"How don't I know this?!" she asked, beginning to bounce in place giddily, "Show me."
"I have to go," Tara replied, once again apologetic.
Willow's mind was racing with raunchy images.
"Later! That's what, that's what I want! Make-y up stuff."
"Okay," Tara agreed, not seeing what was so interesting about her flexibility, "I have to go, sweetie, bye."
"Bye," Willow replied absently, just barely feeling another kiss against her cheek before Tara was gone.
The slam of the door shook her out of her thoughts for a moment, but it only took a second for them to revert back to Tara.
The smell of her girlfriend's perfume lingered through the air and when Willow rolled over a bit she could still feel the warm imprint where her body had been.
Why can't I just have her naked 24/7? Those full breasts and long legs and…oh those legs…can she really…?
She'd certainly felt the strength of Tara's legs and thighs in the throes of passion before, and had appreciated the limber movements of her hips, but was very much looking forward to experimenting with all that that flexibility had to offer.
She cuddled into Tara's pillow and sighed softly.
Guess I should get up…and do something…go somewhere…
Her thoughts floated in and out, but she made no effort to move, feeling the uncomfortable weight of built-up arousal between her legs every time she moved even slightly.
I can't take the whole afternoon like this…she got me all worked up, then left!
She knew it was her own fault for letting her fantasies get the better of her, but was not used to having these feelings so palpably without a Tara there to take care of her.
Guess there's a cold shower with my name on it…not like I can just magic Tara's hand here for some lovin'.
She let out a long, dramatic sigh and accompanied it with a pout for good measure, but then realised that the presence of Tara wasn't absolutely necessary in her current predicament – preferred, certainly, but not necessary.
Can I do that? I mean, obviously, I can do that, but can I do that?
Her train of thought was perfectly rational in her head but she couldn't reach a conclusion, so decided some experimentation was in order.
She rolled herself onto her back and closed her eyes, then let her hand brush over her thigh. That did little to stimulate her the way it did when it was Tara's touching her, but decided not to give up yet.
She opened her legs and let her fingers slightly touch her mound first, then slide into the wetness. There was a brief moment of disappointment that it wasn't as satisfying a sensation as when she touched Tara, but she was able to let go of that quickly as she imagined touching her girlfriend like she was touching herself.
Having Tara in her mind made the whole process a lot more appealing, and it didn't take long for her to be in a steady rhythm.
This isn't my hand, not my hand…Tara's hand…Tara's touching me...yes…Tara's hand…oh yes…
Tara was getting extremely frustrated as she searched her satchel for her dorm key, but to no avail. She was sure she remembered picking it up on the way out but it was nowhere to be found. She finally decided to knock, hoping Willow hadn't decided to go out.
"Uhhh…just a second!" Willow's voice called out fretfully.
Tara waited patiently for the door to open, which it did a moment later by Willow wrapped in a robe. She sighed in relief when she saw who it was.
"Oh good it's just you."
"Sorry it's not someone better," Tara replied with a smile, walking through.
"No, no, not what I meant," Willow rushed to reassure, closing the door again, "You're wonderful, you're the best. No one better than you."
Tara left her satchel down by the bed, then kicked her shoes off and went to lie down, tired from working all day. She half-sat so she could continue a conversation, then offered Willow a wry grin.
"Have you even gotten dressed since I left?"
"No," Willow replied cagily, thankful Tara didn't seem to notice her flushed cheeks or the little beads of sweat still falling on her brow.
Tara just continued to smile warmly.
"What have you been doing for the past four hours?"
Willow's eyes widened.
"Four hours? Wow. Ohhh, ummm... various sounds of hesitation..." she replied with a nervous chuckle, then continued with a shy look, "Thinking about you…"
Tara's smile turned curious.
"You've been lying in bed naked and thinking about me for four-oh."
She blushed bright red and looked away, which made Willow do the exact same.
"So I'll just let the ground swallow me up now…"
Tara quickly looked back up.
"You don't have to be embarrassed," she said reassuringly, blushing still but her eyes were kind, "Did you…have fun?"
Willow shrugged, toying with her hands.
"I'm not as good as you…I mean, I imagined it was you and that helped, but you're definitely far more skilled in the fingering department," she answered, and saw Tara try to hide even redder cheeks. "I'm totally embarrassing you. And me. I'm sorry."
Tara again was quick to reassure, despite the permanent blush.
"I like that we can talk about this stuff," she said truthfully, before tacking on, "In private."
Willow smiled.
"In private. Private is all of the good."
Tara bent her legs under herself and loosely took Willow's hand.
"Would you like me to be more vocal? You know…like this? Or... during?"
Willow turned Tara's hand over to press their palms together.
"I just want you to be comfortable, Tare-bear. You don't have to say stuff and I'll shut up if you don't want to hear it."
"No, I like hearing it," Tara replied with a shy smile, "And I want to say things too. I just feel silly."
Willow's smile widened and she danced her fingertips up Tara's arm as if to tickle her.
"Well if you can't be silly with me, who can you be silly with?"
Tara giggled and squirmed free, but Willow didn't put up too much of a fight. Tara pulled her down gently to lie with her.
"You look a little worn out."
Willow gently stroked Tara's thigh over her pants.
"I could go for something sugary."
Tara leaned down to her satchel and rooted for a moment before producing a pack of M&Ms.
"The vending machine gave me two earlier."
Willow took them gratefully and tore the pack open.
"Did you need something surgery too?"
Tara glanced over with a crooked smile.
"Well, someone convinced me to miss lunch."
Willow threw a piece of the candy into her mouth and grinned.
"I believe I said I had something nicer you could eat…"
Tara decided to try for a response instead of her standard blush and tapped Willow's shoulder suggestively.
"I believe you were right."
Willow grinned more and pecked Tara quickly, then offered an M&M.
"Thanks," Tara smiled, taking two, "I like the orange ones."
"I like green," Willow replied, fishing one out and leaving the orange ones for Tara, "When I was little, any time I got coloured candy, I always had to separate them before I could eat them."
Tara smiled affectionately.
"You were one of those kids who couldn't have the peas touching the carrots, weren't you?"
"Peas with carrots is an abomination," Willow joked with a grin, "It's Adam and Eve, not Carrots and Peas."
Tara started to laugh loudly, but accidentally cut herself off with a yawn.
"You've had a long day," Willow said to her, giving the bag of M&Ms with the orange ones left, "Want a foot rub?"
"You don't have to do that," Tara replied shyly.
"I know I don't have to," Willow replied, sitting up and taking Tara's feet in her lap, "I'm asking if you want me to."
Tara flexed her feet appreciatively as Willow gently massaged her soles.
"That feels nice."
Willow took that as confirmation to keep going and plucked Tara's socks off before continuing.
"Hey, thanks for not making me feel bad for, um, staying in bed all day. I was getting myself all hot and bothered and well…yeah."
"You don't have to explain anything to me," Tara replied kindly, wiggling her toes, "You have a lot of stamina."
Willow blushed.
"I didn't, go, the whole time…I mean, I thought about you, and you know, nice feelings happened, and then I had a little nap and woke up and thought about you again and there were more nice feelings and then I wrote a little in my journal and then you came back."
"Was it weird?" Tara asked, relaxing under Willow's touch.
Willow nodded straight away.
"Yeah, it kinda was. Different from touching you, and definitely different to being touched by you," she answered, softly digging her thumbs into Tara's feet, "You know when you're really, really hungry that even one of those flabby fast-food burgers look good?"
Tara nodded, so Willow continued.
"It was like that. Satisfied a need, but nothing like enjoying a steak dinner."
"Is that what I am?" Tara asked with a lopsided smile.
Willow moved her hands down to Tara's ankles and circled there for a moment before sliding right up her body so they were face to face.
"You are the soft and fluffy crab cake appetiser…the juicy steak with the sweet caramelised onion side…and the rich, decadent chocolate fudge cake all rolled into one, delightfully delicious…spread."
She rested her hand on Tara's thigh as she spoke, then pushed them open on the last word. Tara swallowed to regain some moisture in her mouth that had shot decidedly south and wiggled her hips under Willow.
"You're a little insatiable today."
"I could probably blame my cycle," Willow replied, pressing kisses from Tara's jaw down into her neck, "But really you're just very…very…sexy."
Tara tilted her neck to offer more of her skin, but Willow only spent a minute or two there before her head bobbed up excitedly.
"Can you really bend your leg over your head?"
Tara blinked for a moment to get her senses back.
"Um...yeah. Well I don't exactly check every day but yeah, I used to anyway," she replied, noting how Willow's pupils dilated as she spoke, "Why is that so sexy?"
Willow licked her lips.
"Just thinking about you being so open for me," she replied, before flushing, "It just is, okay?"
"Okay," Tara answered straight away, her smile coy and willing, "What do you want me to do? I said I'd make it up to you…so you get to tell me what to do."
Willow sat back and bounced giddily.
"Well nakedness would be preferred."
Tara's cheeks turned pink.
"You mean like a strip tease?"
Willow hadn't, but wasn't about to admit that.
"Yes. Yes, that's exactly what I meant."
Tara smiled nervously, but had agreed she'd do what Willow asked.
"Okay."
Willow had to purse her lips to contain a squeal and backed up to let Tara off the bed. Tara slowly scooted off and stood facing Willow, but wasn't sure what to do or where to start.
She felt entirely silly, but remembered what Willow had said earlier. She took in one long breath, then started to unbutton her shirt. She pretended she was just doing it as normal to feel less awkward, though did keep her movements slower than a normal removal.
She started to get into it by the time the last button was popped, enjoying the enthralled look in Willow's eyes. She wiggled out of her pants and made a show of concealing her breasts before dropping her bra, but Willow didn't let her get to her panties.
"Wait, wait, wait," she said, jumping up and standing beside Tara, "I like taking them off."
Tara didn't protest and watched as Willow got on her knees. She felt fabric whoosh down her legs and stepped out of them accordingly, then felt kisses over her thighs.
She closed her eyes to enjoy the feeling of Willow's lips as they worked their way up her body.
By the time Willow was standing, Tara could tell she'd shed herself of her robe by the warm press of their naked bodies together. Her eyes fluttered open to be met with Willow's just an inch away, glazed and darkened with arousal.
She felt her breath quicken as Willow's hands slowly slid down her sides until they landed on her hips, where she was promptly swung around and flung onto the bed.
"Oh my," she breathed as Willow climbed over her.
"I. Love. You," Willow replied, punctuating each word with a wet kiss across Tara's chest.
She kissed her way to Tara's breasts and tongued her nipples into stiff peaks, then sat back on her heels. Her face was flushed with excitement as she lifted one of Tara's legs up and over her shoulder.
Tara tried not to squirm as the cool air hit her exposed heat. She saw Willow turn her head in and kiss her ankle, then felt the beginning stretch in her thigh as her girlfriend started to lean back down, her leg remaining straight between them as it bent with her.
"Holy cow!" Willow exclaimed as Tara's leg went with her with total ease, "That just goes right up! Does your other leg do it too?"
She didn't wait for a response and dropped Tara's leg to try the other, grinning in delight when it did the same.
"That's so cool!" she said, experimenting some more with the flexibility of Tara's thighs, "Is it super uncomfortable?"
"Um, no," Tara replied, the stretching wasn't uncomfortable, but Willow's jostling was exposing her more each time.
Willow stopped pulling at Tara and smiled.
"I don't know how you do that," she said, lying back sideways so she could try and lift her own leg up, "I can barely get–oomfh!"
She felt her head hit the floor first as she tumbled backwards, then her back slamming into it. Tara scrambled to get down to her.
"Willow, are you okay?"
Willow blinked a few times, winded, but then managed to pull herself up with the help of Tara's thigh as an anchor.
"Yeah. Yow."
"Did you hurt yourself?" Tara asked in concern, checking for a bump or any other injury.
Willow didn't feel anything hurt but her pride.
"Back-flipping out of bed onto your ass, that's super sexy," she said with a self-deprecating smile, "Sorry, not much with the flexibility."
Tara moved her hand down from the back of Willow's head to her cheek.
"You're all the flexible I need."
"Being zero?" Willow asked, keeping her gaze on the floor.
Tara dropped her hand and found Willow's, softly entwining their fingers and using hers to arch Willow's.
It took Willow a minute, but she realised Tara was flexing her fingers for her and blushed at the erotic implication.
"You know what's sexier than anything?" she asked, picking herself up and shuffling over into Tara's lap, "That you can dirty talk without saying a word."
Tara blushed too and scooted back so she was leaning against the bedframe for support. She tilted her head up to meet Willow's lips and let her hands rest on the small of her girlfriend's back.
"I think I bruised my butt," Willow whispered against Tara's lips.
Tara let her hand fall over the curve of Willow's buttocks, then bent and turned her head in enough to let her lips press against the side of her cheek.
"Kissed it better," she said with a crooked smile, which Willow couldn't resist kissing.
"Well if that's the response I get, I think I bruised lots of places."
Tara kissed Willow's lips again for a moment, then moved down her chin and throat to her collarbone.
Willow arched her back towards Tara's mouth and moaned quietly as lips trailed towards her breasts. Her neck strained as Tara licked and sucked her nipples until her hips were pushing down in a desperate friction-seeking grind.
If Tara was learning anything over the summer, it was Willow's body cues and responses, though the wet trail being left on her thigh was a definite giveaway that her girlfriend needed her, and now.
She kept one hand on Willow's hip to stop them both from tipping over and dropped the other to her girlfriend's thigh, gently massaging her way inwards.
Willow's thighs shook in anticipation and she gasped when fingers brushed over her mound. It was less than an hour since she'd been experimenting with the self-love, and only a few more since Tara had been having her for lunch, but it could have been weeks as far as her desire was concerned.
"Tara, please," she whispered, the intensity of her reaction to her girlfriend's touch never failing to astound her.
Tara let her fingers finally slide into Willow's folds and was quick to find her entrance. She slipped inside easily.
"Tara," Willow groaned, her bottom lip trembling as she pushed her hips down to meet Tara's hand, "Oh Tara."
Tara loved watching the expressions play out on Willow's face at any time; loved the animation and joy she so often displayed, the giddy and the cute, but found herself completely entranced by her when they were making love.
It wasn't just the way Willow seductively licked her lips, or how her nostrils flared when she reached inside her deeply, or the pleasure that contorted into ecstasy over her features as she tumbled towards climax – Tara loved watching those, but what she loved even more was that she was the only one who got to see it.
Willow could feel Tara's eyes burning into her but was far from embarrassed. She loved being watched as much as Tara loved to watch; loved feeling so wanted and sexy – a word she would have never dreamed of describing herself as until she'd seen the way Tara looked at her.
She leaned forward to put her weight on her arms against the bed to give as much momentum to her hip thrusts as possible, and purposely let their foreheads rest together.
"Like watching me?" Willow asked breathlessly, a tidal wave already beginning to lap inside her.
Tara nodded silently, the feel of Willow's breath hitting her lips causing serious stirrings between her legs. She squeezed them once to tide her over, then twisted her hand in a recently-mastered skill of turning her thumb up to press against Willow's clit.
Willow gasped and rolled her hips even more insistently, her nerves sensitive from all the attention they'd had that day.
She felt the tightness start in her abdomen and knew her inner muscles were clenching too by the soft moans escaping Tara's mouth. That only fuelled the fire in her belly and it was barely seconds before she was clutching the overhanging bedspread tightly.
The cold of the hardwood floor under Tara's butt was directly contrasting with the heat coming off of Willow's body. Tara ignored the numbness in her cheeks and beneath her thighs with relative ease though; she was far too busy letting her mouth find the sensitive patches of skin around Willow's neck and ear.
That was all Willow needed to feel the wave wash over her, slowly spreading up from her toes, then hit her full force in the abdomen. She was entirely still for a few long moments as the pleasure tingled through her, then slumped against Tara with a soft sigh.
"Mmmhh, I never thought falling on my ass could go so well," she said, pressing a kiss against Tara's shoulder blade, "You make everything so…so…good."
A slow shiver ran up her spine, which Tara mistook for cold and started to stand with her.
"Let me help you up."
Willow needed the assistance, her legs still a little shaky, and crawled under the blanket. She held it up for Tara to join her, then watched in curious amusement as she wiggled her hips on her way in.
"What are you doing?"
Tara blushed and stilled.
"My butt fell asleep."
Willow giggled and turned on her side, pulling Tara close to gently rub her buttocks for her.
"Is that helping?"
Tara had forgotten the numbness in her cheeks, focused on the much more pleasant sensation of Willow's slick body pressing against her.
"Helping…yes."
Willow's lips quirked up into a smirk – she knew exactly what Tara needed 'help' with. She slowly dragged her hand around and cupped Tara firmly.
"How about this?"
Tara's eyes closed and her lips parted, which Willow took advantage of by kissing her and rolling on top.
Tara's legs immediately spread and Willow took the hint, exploring for a moment to wet her fingers before rubbing them over her girlfriend's bud. She felt Tara's moan vibrate against her lips and rubbed harder, overcome with lust all over again.
Tara hungrily devoured Willow's lips, arms crossing over her back to bring them closer. She took handfuls of skin on Willow's back, sinking her fingers in wherever she could.
Willow knew Tara was eager for her 'flexibility', so decided not to tease and dropped her hand to reach inside. The kiss broke as Tara's neck and body strained back but Willow was quite happy to let her lips take a new path.
She keenly kissed all over Tara's chest and down her stomach, letting lips lie wherever they met skin until she was completely hidden under the blanket with her mouth very close to her hand.
Tara's hands tightened in the fabric beneath them as Willow licked her heated flesh. She spread her legs even more, if it was possible, and cried out loudly when she felt lips wrap around her clit and suck. She took the pillow between her teeth to muffle herself, though her legs started to kick out, needing to release the excitement somehow.
Willow absolutely loved when Tara really let go and continued to suck her into a frenzy. Her butt took a few errant hits from Tara's squirming legs but she was much too distracted with feasting on her to care.
She brought Tara right to the edge a few times, learned enough in her sounds to know when to teeter off, and could feel her girlfriend's thighs quaking with need. She was in the middle of figuring out whether to tease her one last time or not when she felt a more purposeful kick against her butt again and decided she'd better listen to Tara.
Yes, ma'am!
She thrust her fingers in deep and flexed them up and out like Tara had demonstrated on her earlier. She heard the hitched breath she wanted and got her mouth ready to enjoy what she knew was coming, her own toes curling in delight when she felt the spasms start around her.
Tara turned her head right into the pillow to muffle herself, teeth clenching the fabric She was lost for a few moments as the pleasure spread throughout her body, before relaxing back, cheeks flushed and smiling.
It was another couple of minutes before Willow's head popped back out from under the blanket, hair mussed and grinning like the cat that got the cream.
"Mmhh, you are sugar, spice and everything nice."
Tara blinked a few times before her gaze settled on Willow, though she still seemed hazy.
"Did I kick you?"
Willow just smiled and shook her head; she knew it was playful and Tara would feel bad regardless.
Tara nodded in relief and tried to bring her hand up to wipe her brow, but found herself quite melded to the bed.
"I can't move."
Willow tenderly administered to the brow wipe and followed up with a kiss.
"Need me to get you anything?"
"I'm starving," Tara replied, craving an energy hit.
"Wanna get some pizza?" Willow asked, "Ooh, I even have a half-off coupon!"
Tara nodded, her eyes hungry.
"Pizza sound so good."
Willow groped around the floor and found her cell phone, calling in their usual, then settled back down.
"One of us is going to have to get dressed," Tara commented, playing with the ends of Willow's hair.
Willow pouted at the unthought-of flaw in her plan.
"Rock, paper, scissors?"
Tara nodded and help up her fist, playing a rock to Willow's scissors.
"Dammit!" Willow exclaimed, throwing herself back down onto the bed and crossed her arms over her chest, "Why do I always lose?!"
Tara smiled in victory and happily cuddled into her again.
"You always choose scissors."
"No I don't," Willow replied bitterly.
Tara's smile quirked up on one side.
"Yes, you do. You think you're being dirty."
Willow continued to pout petulantly for a moment before giving up and availing of the naked snuggles on offer.
"You didn't seem to mind me being dirty a few minutes ago."
Tara giggled and nuzzled their noses together, which quickly turned into soft kisses. Soft kisses that grew deeper and more intense until the cell phone shrilled.
Willow answered as reservedly as she could muster with the taste of Tara's tongue still in her mouth, then grudgingly threw on her clothes to go collect the pizza. The smell set out her own hunger pangs and she quickly hurried back to the dorm and threw the lid open on the bed.
She gallantly let Tara take the first slice, then smiled as she picked up her own.
"Eat and be merry for tomorrow, we photograph."
