Tara squealed when she felt Willow's hands firmly squeezing her breasts and pinching her nipples. She pulled back from the steamy lip-lock her and Willow were currently engaging in, in the backseat of the car.
"Willow! Hands!"
"Baby, we have fifteen minutes!" Willow complained, keeping her grip on the firm flesh.
"How did you even get under both my shirt and bra without me noticing?"
"Practice. Now, you said if we made good time…"
Tara looked pensive for a moment then sighed dramatically, unbuttoning her shirt and undoing the front clasp of her bra, revealing her hand-covered breasts. She pulled Willow in for a kiss then pushed the back of her head into her chest.
"You're just lucky you have tinted windows."
"Thank you, baby!" Willow said excitedly before latching her mouth onto a nipple.
Just under fifteen minutes later, Tara had a tight grip on Willow's hair as the redhead paid generous attention to her two favourite playthings. She continued on, oblivious, as her cell phone began beeping, indicating their time was up.
Mmmmmhhhh… Tara-breasts. Heaven. Beeping…? Don't care. Tara-breasts.
She has the most amazing mouth. So warm and inviting. Oh, god. I love it when she uses her teeth. What's that sound? Beeping…? Oh crap.
"Will," she squeaked out, her head knowing they had to straighten themselves out and head into Buffy's, but her body refusing to co-operate.
Willow mistook the strangled plea-like tone in Tara's voice and bit down on the nipple she was sucking on.
Tara groaned and closed her eyes to try and focus her mind.
"Will!" she said in a more commanding tone, opening her eyes and looking down at her girlfriend.
Willow looked up from where her mouth was currently engulfing Tara's entire right breast, but didn't release it.
"Time's up. We have to go in," Tara said sorrowfully.
Willow had her resolve face on, though Tara only knew by the look in her eyes as the redhead's features were hidden by the hold she refused to give up on the flesh in her mouth.
Tara cupped Willow's cheeks and slowly pulled her upwards until her breast was completely free.
Willow looked her in the eye, somewhat sheepish.
"Why do you have to be so jiggly and delicious?"
"I do not jiggle," Tara said, indignant.
"Oh baby," Willow said forlornly, dropping her head to rest on one breast while her hand came up to cup the other, "You do. And it's spellbinding. You witch, you."
"I'm the one who's under a spell. I don't just take my top off in the back seat of a car for any girl."
Willow snorted.
"I should certainly hope not. Then we'd have issues. Tara-boobs are all mine."
"We're really not doing well with the whole 'not teasing' thing."
Willow extended her tongue and licked the swell of Tara's breast before sitting up and covering her eyes with her hands.
"If you sit up and I see them bounce, we'll be lucky to even make dinner, never mind breakfast. So let me know when it's safe."
Tara chuckled and sat up, re-clasping her bra and buttoning her shirt.
"You can look."
Willow pulled her hand away and smiled at Tara. She leaned in for kiss, content with just their moving lips, neither girl needing to deepen it. Tara felt a movement off to the side and brought her own hand up, grabbing Willow's arm.
They pulled apart and opened their eyes, looking at where Tara had a firm grip on the redhead's hand, which was just centimetres away from reclaiming her hold on the blonde's chest.
"Don't even think about it," Tara warned.
"I just wanted to say goodbye," Willow whined.
"They'll miss you too, I promise. But we're already ten minutes late."
"Don't worry, that's still early to Buffy." She saw Tara's look and relented. "But we should be going in. For yummy Christmas breakfast."
"Good."
"Had all the yumminess I needed in my mouth a minute ago," Willow mumbled as she opened the car door.
"What was that?" Tara asked, stepping out of the car and popping the trunk.
"Nothing, honey."
Tara grabbed the bag that had Christmas presents in it and closed the trunk.
Willow took her hand and opened the gate that housed Buffy's front garden of her small townhouse. They arrived at the front porch and Willow rang the doorbell.
"Sweetie, remember, you have to be perky."
Willow turned to her girlfriend.
"Tara! You can't remind me of perky things!"
"Okay, here," Tara said, rolling her eyes and grabbing Willow's hands and putting them over her breasts, "Take a last squeeze."
Just then the door swung open to reveal a snickering Buffy.
"Okay guys, tell the truth. You're extermanists aren't you?"
"Exhibitionists, Buffy. Extermanists isn't even a word. And no, we're not," Willow said, pulling her hands back and blushing.
"Good job, Tara. I knew you'd have a way to make her Cheery Willow when she had to get up early."
"I, um-"
"Merry Christmas, Buffster!" Willow interjected, "I come bearing gifts."
"Well then you better come in. Mom's waiting in the living room. I'll bring you guys in egg-nog."
"Cool. Oh and Buff?"
"I know, no alcohol."
Willow led Tara into the living room while Buffy went into the kitchen.
"Hi, Mrs. Summers," Willow greeted as they walked in.
"Willow…"
"I'm sorry. Joyce. Merry Christmas."
"And to you, Willow," Joyce said, hugging the girl.
"Oh! Joyce!" Willow said, pulling back, "This is Tara, my girlfriend."
Tara extended her hand and shook Joyce's firmly.
"It's nice to meet you, Mrs. Summers."
"You too, dear, I've heard a lot about you. It's nice to finally put a face to the name. Buffy seems to really like you."
"She better not like her too much, or we'll have to have words," Willow quipped and they all laughed.
Buffy walked in then, carrying a tray with four cups of eggnog.
"Share the joke."
"We were just discussing you trying to steal my girlfriend."
Buffy looked Tara up and down and handed her a cup with a coy smile. She winked at her.
"Well you are very pretty, Tara."
Willow watched the exchange and got a sudden wave of protectiveness. She rushed over and wrapped her arm around Tara's waist. Tara looked at her face, which was turning slightly red and looked back at Buffy. They both burst out laughing and Joyce tittered at the interaction.
"God, Will, your face…" Buffy said, still laughing.
"Wha…? You…Guys, you can't gang up on me!"
"But it's so much fun," Buffy reasoned, straight-faced.
She put the tray down and offered a cup to everyone.
"Merry Christmas!" Joyce said, raising her cup.
There was a chorus of answering 'Merry Christmases' and everyone sat down.
"Where's Angel?" Willow questioned.
"Liam was called to the hotel," Joyce answered, and Willow smiled at the woman still calling her future son-in-law by his real name, despite numerous protests from Buffy.
"He should be back any minute," Buffy said, "Then we can do presents!"
Ten minutes later, Angel walked through the door as Buffy was admiring Willow's new earrings.
"They look incredible. They really bring out your – honey!"
"They bring out my…Oh! Hi, Angel! Merry Christmas!"
"Merry Christmas, Willow. Tara."
"Merry Christmas, Angel," Tara replied.
"Okay, tiny Jewish Santa. You're up," Buffy said pulling the bag of gifts towards her.
"Buffy!" Joyce chastised.
"Mom, they wouldn't have brought presents if they didn't want to give them to us!"
Willow grinned, pulled out the first gift and handed it to Buffy.
"I don't know whether you deserve this after you tried to seduce my girlfriend."
"Uh, what was that?" Angel asked.
"Hey guys, you'll never guess what I saw when I opened up the door this morning…" Buffy said, eyeing the couple.
"Look, Buff, shiny wrapping paper!" Willow said quickly, both her and Tara turning a matching shade of red, "Rip it open!"
Buffy tore at the paper and pulled out a blue peasant top.
"Ladies…" Buffy said in approval as she turned and inspected the garment fully, "This is gorgeous. I'm surprised you didn't keep it for yourself, Will."
"Oh I wanted to," Willow admitted, "Tara had to hide it and wrap it."
"Well then thank you, Tara," Buffy said, getting up and giving Tara a hug, then embracing Willow, "And you too my little redheaded friend."
Willow pulled the next present out and handed it to Joyce.
"Willow, you shouldn't have."
Joyce unwrapped the present and uncovered a book. She turned it over and smiled broadly.
"Girls, this is wonderful. I've been meaning to get a copy. It really is fantastic," she said sincerely.
"What ya get, mom?" Buffy asked, trying to make out the title.
Joyce held it up for her to see.
"Theories of Modern Art: A Source Book by Artists and Critics," Buffy read aloud, "That really is your cup of tea. Willow, you're a lot better at present buying this year."
"It's easier when you have help," Willow responded, clutching Tara's hand, "And finally, for the man of the house…"
She handed Angel an envelope with a red ribbon tied around it.
"This one really was all Tara."
"N-no, really, it was a, um, joint effort," Tara said, surprised at her own shyness.
Willow looked at her curiously and dropped a kiss onto her cheek. Tara blushed and Willow smiled as she realised what was happening.
She's shy…She can be all confident and have me in the palm of her hand one minute, then she gets all shy. God, I love this woman.
She rubbed her thumb over the other girl's knuckles in comfort.
"You can brood over the pretty ribbon later, Angel! Open the damn gift, I wanna see!"
Everyone looked at Buffy strangely.
"Present-giving makes me jumpy," she explained sheepishly.
Angel carefully took the ribbon off the envelope and opened it, pulling out the contents. He stared at it and his eyes widened.
"This is…how did you…?"
"Are you actually showing excitement?" Buffy asked, "What did you guys give him, a voucher to watch you two go at it?"
"Buffy!" Joyce said in horror.
"No!" Willow said at the same time in equal horror, "Definitely regretting introducing you to Anya."
Tara stayed quiet and turned the colour of Willow's hair.
"It's a corporate box for any Kings game I want this season," Angel explained, "How did you get this? These are impossible to find."
"Not when the love of your life is a super-important Department Head," Willow boasted proudly.
"Thank you both, very much. These seats are so good I'll practically be able to taste the blood."
"Ice hockey," Joyce said, shaking her head, "Such a violent sport."
"Now it's my turn to be tiny Jewish Santa!" Buffy said excitedly, before frowning, "Except not Jewish. This is from all of us, Anya too. She said something about expanding her gift choices for you Tara?"
Tara looked like a deer caught in the headlights and she felt Willow's grip on her hand tighten. The girl's uneasy nature was lost on Buffy.
"Anyway, Merry Christmas from all of us," she continued, handing Willow a plain blue presentation folder.
Willow opened it and looked at the various papers inside. Tara peered over her shoulder.
"Guys…this is too much," the redhead said in awe as she looked through the documents, outlining an expenses-paid three-day spa break.
"We got a really good deal 'cause we recommended them to some of our clients. And it's only twenty minutes outside Sunnydale, so you can go whenever you want. It's valid for a year," Buffy explained.
"Thank you," Tara said, rubbing the small of Willow's back.
"Yea. Thank you, all of you, this is amazing," Willow agreed, turning to Tara, "We can call Anya on our way across town."
Tara nodded and gave her a warm smile.
Joyce stood up.
"Now, who's ready for breakfast?"
