"Cab," Tara croaked out, "I want you now."
Willow nodded and dragged the blonde around the corner and into a taxi, giving the driver the address for their apartment before starting to nuzzle into Tara's neck, placing soft kisses on the skin there. It was only a five minute drive to their place and they were inside the door within a minute of exiting the vehicle. It was then Tara remembered she hadn't called work and whipped out her phone, calling Alice, who was the first number in her phonebook.
"You're making a call?" Willow asked in bewilderment as she unbuttoned Tara's shirt, "Now?"
"Alice," Tara mouthed and let out a giggle when the redhead latched onto her neck again, trying to compose herself as her friend picked up.
"Alice Kenter, Department of Children and Families."
"Hi, Al," Tara said, her voice high-pitched as Willow began licking under her ear, "It's...it's Tara."
"Oh hi, Tare. What's up?"
"I, um, I…" Tara started, swallowing a moan that threatened to come out as Willow's hands came up to knead her breasts through her bra, "I'm not...I uh...I think I'm sick. Um, bad lunch probably and... oh god... and um, really bad stomach cramps and throwing up and I, uh..."
Alice, on the other end of the line, realised what was going on and concealed a laugh, shaking her head.
"Right, of course. Well we don't want you sick in the office. I'll make sure Evans knows you won't be in for the rest of the day."
Tara tried to register her friend's words but only soft moans were escaping past her lips as the redhead continued her ministrations, her fingers lightly pinching her nipples as her earlobe got nibbled on.
"Oh, um, thanks, Alice. I should, uh, probably go, you know, try and lie down or um...just sleep it off."
"Uh huh. Make sure Willow takes care of you."
"Oh she is. Bye, Al."
Tara hung up before Alice had a chance to respond and dropped her phone on the table before forcefully grabbing two fistfuls of the redhead's shirt and crushing their mouth's together.
"I want you," she growled when they pulled apart for air and turned Willow in her arms, slipping her hand inside the smaller girl's pants from behind and drumming her fingers over the fabric of her panties, "I need you. You're so gorgeous."
Willow's breath was coming in short, sharp gasps as the blonde began sucking on her pulsepoint and she out a long moan when Tara grazed over her clit lightly.
"Bed, baby…"
"I need you now."
Tara's voice was throaty and she pulled her hand out so she could undo the button on the redhead's pants, swiftly pulling those and her panties down so they pooled around her ankles. She turned the smaller girl in her arms again and pushed her back against the door, kissing her almost roughly, feeling a primal need to feel all of her lover.
Willow brought her hands down and held onto Tara's hips in an attempt to stop her knees from buckling as the blonde's fingers slipped into her copious wetness, running along her lips teasingly. She groaned into the kiss and tightened her hold when the taller girl tenderly raked her nail across the tip of her clit.
Tara pulled away from the kiss when the need for oxygen became too great and latched onto the redhead's neck as her fingers continued to toy with the hard nub, alternating light scratches with soft pinches, the overall effect driving Willow crazy with desire.
"Tara, please…"
The blonde was tempted to tease some more but was filled with an overwhelming need to be inside her love and brought her fingers down, pushing one inside slowly.
Willow moaned and dropped her head onto her lover's shoulder, using her hands to pull Tara's hips into her, the pressure making the blonde's finger go even deeper.
"More," she croaked out after a minute and grunted when another finger was added but found her abundant wetness meant she still wasn't getting much friction, "Oh god, more, please more."
Tara added a third finger and starting curling them at each thrust as she aimed for the redhead's sweet spot. She could feel Willow's hands grinding their hips together, making the seam on her jeans hit against her clit in an almost teasing manner. She started thrusting harder, the guttural sounds coming from the smaller girl spurring her on as she starting moving her hips faster to try and get more pressure on her clit.
Willow felt the blonde begin to move her hips more forcefully and sensing the reason behind it, quickly removed one hand and undid her jeans, slipping her hand inside the fabric of both those and her panties, rubbing her clit hard.
"Oh fuck," Tara gasped at the sudden, unexpected pressure, "Oh yes."
The blonde felt contractions begin to ripple around her fingers and heard the tell-tale soft sighs that indicated the redhead's impending orgasm. She shut her eyes tight and concentrated on the pleasure the smaller girl was giving her for a minute so that they would be at the same place.
"Oh yes…oh…oh, Will-"
"Come with me, baby," Willow groaned, "Oh god, please come with me."
"I am...oh god, I'm-"
"Oh yes…"
"Will…Will…Willow!"
"Oh Tara, baby, Tara…Tarrraaa!"
Tara put her spare hand flat against the door to keep herself steady as the waves of pleasure went through her, shooting from nerve to nerve. Sighing in satisfaction after a moment, she nuzzled Willow's neck for a moment before kissing under her ear.
"You okay, love?" she whispered, hearing the laboured breaths of her lover.
"Yea," Willow breathed, "Just…need…one minute…stay inside me. Please?"
"Of course."
They both stayed silent for a few minutes, quietly contemplating the presence of each other until Willow removed her hand from the blonde's pants and cupped Tara's cheek, turning her head so they met in a soft kiss.
"Go into our room," she said in a soft whisper when they pulled back, "Take your clothes off, lie on your stomach and wait for me."
Tara looked like she wanted to say something but just gave a sensual half-smile instead and departed with another quick kiss. Willow watched her leave before looking down, biting her lip to stifle a giggle when she saw her half-state of undress. She slipped her shoes off and stepped out of the clothes that had pooled around her ankles, then whipped her t-shirt over her head and unhooked her bra, throwing it on the pile of clothes, deciding to get back to them later.
She walked into the kitchen, naked, and opened the refrigerator, bending over to pick up what she wanted before kicking it closed with her foot and half-walking, half-skipping into the bedroom, her grin stretching from ear-to-ear when she saw Tara dutifully lying on her stomach, completely naked. She made her way over to the bed and climbed on, straddling the blonde's ass. Tara turned her head around when she felt Willow move on top of her and smiled.
"What ya doing?"
Willow took a grape from the bunch she had grabbed and popped it in the taller girl's mouth before bringing her hands to her lover's shoulder blades and starting a light kneading motion.
"I promised I'd give you a massage and feed you fruit and treat you like the general goddess that you are. I'm gonna make it worth all the teasing you're gonna get from Alice for that fake phone call. You didn't even try to sound convincing."
"And whose fault is that? You were copping a feel, my mind wasn't focused. Mmhh, Willow-hands. They're like magic. That feels incredible."
Willow smiled and started gradually moving her hands lower down the blonde's back, digging her knuckles into her flesh lightly occasionally.
"Another grape, my love?"
"Oh please," Tara replied, accepting the fruit, loving the attention she was getting, "Thank you."
Willow continued her massage for several minutes, feeling her fiancée relax under her touch until the blonde was almost asleep, her breathing evening out slowly. Just before she sensed Tara was about to drift off completely, she moved so she was lying on her side alongside the taller girl and let one hand drift down over the swell of her ass to gently circle her entrance.
"Do you want this?" she asked quietly, watching her lover's face.
"Yes," Tara moaned, her eyes closed, thoroughly enjoying the stirrings that were starting between her legs, "Mmhh that's nice."
Willow smiled at the sleepy tone of her fiancée and pushed two fingers inside her, enjoying the look on Tara's face as she did so, the swift rise of her eyebrows and soft grunting sound she made, the only indicators that the blonde wasn't actually asleep as the rest of her body was in a still state of relaxation.
"I love you."
"Love you too," Tara replied, a dreamy smile on her face, "This is so good."
Willow had to agree, she was enjoying this too. She slow and tranquil way she was making love to the blonde was such a contrast to the almost animalistic session they had just had and Willow loved that they could move from one to the other so sinuously, that the passion could overtake them but that the sensuality was there as well.
"Deeper," Tara requested, her voice hoarse.
Willow manoeuvred herself slightly, throwing her top leg over Tara's left one, giving her better control over her strokes and delved her fingers deeper. The blonde groaned and one hand went to the sheet, clutching it tightly.
"Don't stop. Please don't stop."
"I'm not, love," Willow reassured, wiping some of Tara's hair from her brow, "I'll never stop."
Tara started grinding her hips into the bed in conjunction with the redhead's thrusting inside her, getting some friction on her clit from the sheet in the process and let out a long, drawn out moan when she felt the beginning flutterings of her orgasm. Willow recognised the sound and leant over; placing a gentle yet firm kiss on the blonde's lips.
Tara felt herself come straight away, pleasure radiating through her entire being, the strength of it overwhelming her. She lightly moved her lips against the redhead's, responding to the kiss as best she could for a couple of minutes until she felt her body relax again. She flickered her eyes open and felt her body flood with love when she saw the look of adoration and wonder on Willow's face.
"So intense," she said with a slight slur, "I feel like my body's melded into the bed."
"You're so beautiful," Willow replied, wiping Tara's sweaty hair off her brow, "I can't believe you're mine sometimes."
"All yours."
The redhead watched Tara stifle a yawn and smiled at her.
"Have a nap, baby."
"Wanna make you feel good," Tara replied, as she tried and failed to move her body, her eyes closing despite her protests, "Wanna make you..."
"You already did. And besides, we still have the entire afternoon."
Tara's yawn left her mouth this time as her eyes closed fully.
"Maybe just a small nap…"
Willow watched the blonde's breath even almost straight away as she drifted into slumber and put a soft kiss on her temple.
"We have the rest of our lives."