Willow squeezed Tara's breast extra hard, ending with a twist of her nipple. "Ha ha, very funny." Gary was the plumber friend of Xander's who had worked on the remodel of their master en suite last month. He seemed like a nice enough guy, clean, polite, and fairly good looking for a man, she'd thought, until Xander let it slip that he had asked about Tara's availability after the first day of working on their bathroom. Xander had had to babysit him for the rest of the week to make it up to Willow, since the man apparently really was that clueless.

Tara giggled as she flicked the bedside lamp on then turned and looked over her shoulder. An impish grin and her sleep-tousled hair and half-lidded eyes in the low light of the lamp took Willow's breath away. "Not that I'm not glad to see you, but why are you here?"

"Couldn't stay away any longer," she whispered. Her fingers were still on Tara's breast under the other woman's tank and began to softly play.

Tara's nipple hardened more between Willow's fingertips, belying her wry response, "Booty call couldn't wait, huh?"

Willow grinned, happy Tara was willing to play. "It really couldn't." She lifted her eyes briefly to Tara's. "How's Xander doing with the kids? Still all good?"

"He called at nine, said everything was great and he was putting them to bed so they could get an early start tomorrow, but I could still hear all three in the background. They were pretty loud. Not exactly what I think of when I hear 'getting ready for bed' but I'm sure he has everything under control."

"Or he at least thinks so."

Tara smirked. "So how was the conference?"

Willow stopped playing with Tara's breast to tug on the bottom hem of the tank top the other woman had been sleeping in. This was routine for the two women. Tara smirked but pulled the shirt easily off her torso. As soon as Tara had tossed it to the side, Willow gently pushed her lover back to the bed and straddled the other woman's waist. Both her hands went immediately to Tara's bare chest. "S'okay. Problem with these things is they always group similar topics together for some reason. So if your panel is one of the first to go, you kind of shoot your wad early, to borrow a phrase which I'm sure has been used on more than one occasion by our friend Gary."

Tara rolled her eyes at Willow's abrupt crassness.

Willow grinned. "So you wind up missing the other talks that would be more up your alley, so to speak, but then it's kind of rude not to stay and try to act interested in what's left. Until you start thinking of your hot woman waiting for you at home who you really want up your alley, to continue the lame euphemism." Tara shook her head to show her exasperation but didn't interrupt the rambling explanation. "Then you make up any kind of flimsy excuse to beg the conference organizers off the rest of the all-expense paid trip and leave early. From there, all that's left is to show up at the airport and hope you can get something home on standby. I got lucky on the last flight. It was late by the time I got the call to board then there was no time before I lost my phone signal. Musta been in Verizon territory—damn phone kept losing signal almost the entire time. We only touched down forty minutes ago, then I had to wait for my bag."

"You should've called when you got in. I would've picked you up."

"Didn't wanna wake you and there were still cabs waiting."

Tara let her lover ramble, as it gave her plenty of time to feel the heat between Willow's legs and the dampness of her panties on her belly and let the same warmth build through her. But it was late… "Baby, aren't you tired? You can sleep first."

"Slept on the plane," Willow lied, still distracted with Tara's pretty brown nipples as they hardened at her fingertips.

Eight years together and still worried about Willow's acquired fear of flight, Tara saw through it easily. She grasped Willow's wandering hands in her own, forcing the other woman to look her straight in the eye.

Willow crumbled easily against Tara's pointed stare. "Okay, I tried to sleep on the plane. I napped. A few times. It was great. Better than great! I'm feeling fresh as a daisy, for being cooped up in a tin can on boosters rocketing through the sky with 200 other strangers breathing recirculated air, paranoid some creepy demon would …" A thought occurred to the rambling redhead. "Oh. Unless… you're not feeling…"

Tara sat up, shifting Willow in her lap and causing some very nice friction for both women. In case that wasn't enough, she leaned in and silenced her rambling lover with a firm kiss. "Not a question, sweetheart. Rarely is, and I'd tell you if it were, but I did some work on the basement after dinner, and I could use some freshening up myself before you—"

Willow leaned and kissed her lover just as firmly, leaving Tara a little flushed herself. "You taste as good as always. But I'm sure I have airplane stink on me. Do you wanna…?" She waggled her eyebrows suggestively.

"Put the new shower to use?" Tara finished the thought.

Five minutes later they were both in the recently renovated shower, just slightly warmer than necessary, water cascading down Willow's face and heaving chest and Tara's back as the blonde knelt in front of her barely standing partner. Tara's left arm was wrapped around Willow's thigh, helping Willow spread her legs, one foot planted but the other on the edge of the seat built into the corner of the stall. Mostly, she was propped up against the cool tile of the wall. Tara's right hand was busy spreading the swollen lips of Willow's sex to expose her engorged clit. Tara blew on it lightly, then extended her tongue to glide along the left inner lip, just barely stopping before reaching Willow's hard little nub.

Willow groaned. She was actually trembling with lust and was sure her clit would explode with the blood pounding through it if Tara didn't—

Tara languorously trailed her tongue back down the other lip, spreading Willow further and savoring her lover's familiar taste. Water was trailing down Willow's centerline, the little streams getting caught in the trimmed short hairs on her mound which diverted most of the water away from her entrance, so that Tara tasted Willow first and foremost. She probed gently at first, teasing with the soft tip of her tongue, under and around the hood of Willow's clit. After a few moments of this, she could tell Willow was already very, very close. The redhead's thighs were tensed and one hand was gripping the handrail of the shower door, her knuckles white. Tara smiled, remembering a time in a similar position in the much smaller shower of their first apartment together when Willow had let herself go while about to cum spectacularly as a result of the coaxing of Tara's increasingly talented mouth. She had ended up grabbing the blonde's hair, quite painfully, resulting in Tara's head jerking at a very inopportune time and an abrupt end to that night's activity that left both of them frustrated not to mention physically sore, though Willow's injury was clearly in a more tender area than Tara's nose. Thereafter, Willow was very good when the other woman was going down on her to grab anything but Tara's hair, no matter how much of her formidable higher brain function was lost at the moment.

"Fuuuuck…" Willow groaned.

"Okay," Tara agreed, and without further teasing drilled her tongue into her lover's pussy. Willow gasped, her hips beginning to move, asking for more of the wet muscle to fill her.

Tara loved it like this, loved the feel and the taste of Willow against her lips and surrounding her tongue, loved being inside the woman she adored, pleasing her any way she could. And Willow was so very appreciative in kind. She alternated gently sucking Willow's clit and fucking her entrance with her tongue, then eagerly licked up the fragrant juices that spilled from the wet pussy. She barely was able to keep up with the flow.

Tara pushed further into Willow's entrance, trying to reach as deep as her fingers would. Her nose bumped into Willow's engorged clit again and it was all enough to send the standing woman over the edge she had been teetering over for the better part of the past hour. She gasped as she rode Tara's tongue to a magnificent orgasm befitting the build-up, the pleasure radiating from her pussy to her extremities so intense she felt her knees begin to buckle. Her body was still shuddering as she began to slide down against the shower wall, her mouth open and eyes closed with the near shock of finally cumming.

Tara felt Willow's smooth inner walls gradually relinquish their squeeze around her tongue, signaling the conclusion of Willow's first orgasm of the night. She continued to lap at Willow's still throbbing pussy, prolonging her partner's orgasm even as she helped ease her down. She couldn't help herself from dropping a final firm poke of her tongue and kiss on Willow's clit before it dipped beyond reach of her mouth on Willow's way down. Willow groaned, but at least her mischievous lover hadn't sucked or worse, nipped. She finished her slide to the shower floor so she sat bonelessly with Tara kneeling between her splayed, useless legs. Tara scooted forward, Willow's arms rising to lie around her neck. She was smiling coyly as she leaned into a lazy kiss.

Willow tasted herself on the other woman's lips and tongue, ending with a swipe of Tara's chin that was still slick and shiny with her cum. She giggled at Tara's smug smile, covered as it was in her cream. "You know, we really don't get clean when we do this."

"Mmm. And not so much with the water conservation, either, despite the high efficiency showerhead," Tara teased, wiping her mouth then reaching up to turn off the water.

"Speaking of which, I'm getting pruny. And my butt's cold sitting here. Do you think I could take you someplace more comfy, like the bed?"

"Sweetheart, you can take me anywhere you want, as long as you take me."

Willow smiled, biting her lower lip. "Well, since you put it that way…"