"Oh honey," Tara said with a weak smile, "I think the mood is ruined a little bit."

Willow pouted and shook her head, determined not to let anything deter from the one day she got to see her fiancée in two months.

"I'll get it back."

"Honey-"

"I'll put my fingers inside you," Willow whispered, meeting the blonde's gaze steadily, running one hand along the taller girl's inner thigh, "Touch you inside. Make you go to the edge and then make you wait even longer. Make you hang on so that when you do explode, you'll be seeing stars for weeks. Do you want that?"

The redhead cupped Tara's mound as she asked the question and the taller girl gasped and nodded.

"Y-yes. Yes I want that."

"What… about… my… mouth?" Willow continued, placing a kiss on her lover's lips between each word, "Should I suck on your clit while my fingers move in and out of you? Make you squirm? Make you surrender to my touch?"

Tara had completely forgotten about the interruption that had occurred; all her mind was focused on were the words coming out of the smaller girl's mouth and all her body wanted was for those words to come true. She could feel palpitations in her center, which Willow was still cupping, and could feel her whole body on fire from the full body contact of the redhead lying on top of her.

"You're gone all quiet, baby…does that mean you don't want my mouth?"

"No!" Tara said, quite loudly, startling Willow slightly, "No, please, I want, I want. I want it all. Fingers, tongues, lips, hands, I just want you, Willow, and I want you now."

"You need me?"

Tara looked at her lover with pleading eyes and took a few controlled breaths to make sure she could articulate clearly what she wanted to say.

"I need you. I need you more than anything. Please don't make me wait. Please."

Willow conceded with a grin, loving the sound of the blonde begging and went to shimmy beneath the covers again, much to Tara's relief, but met the taller girl's gaze once again before she moved down.

"Don't come until I say so."

Tara looked at her fiancée in confusion, not understanding the statement.

"What?"

"I wanna play a little game. So don't come until I say you can."

The blonde saw the intent look on Willow's face and deciding she liked it, nodded her head in agreement.

"I promise. Not until you say so."

Willow grinned at the agreement and moved up momentarily for a loving but passionate kiss for a few moments before pulling back.

"Good. Um…are you expecting any more visitors?"

Tara shook her head, confused and Willow threw the blanket off of them and onto the floor, the chill she had felt that made her cover them in the first place long gone.

"I can't hear you scream and moan when that's over my head," Willow explained off the look she was getting, "And that's half the fun."

Willow slinked back down the blonde's body as she spoke, placing kisses everywhere until she settled between her thighs once again. She inhaled the intoxicating aroma and let two fingers slide into Tara's folds, caressing her lips tenderly before moving them down to circle her opening.

When she felt small ripples trying to pull her in, she dropped her head and took the taller girl's clit in her mouth at the same time her fingers thrust inside. Tara arched off the bed and moaned, the simultaneous contact driving her into a frenzy.

"Oh god…deeper…harder…faster…oh god, more, just everything more."

Willow threw one the blonde's legs over her shoulder and added a third finger, going deeper, harder and faster as requested. Every few thrusts she curled her fingers and hit against the sweet spot inside her lover that made her cry out each and every time.

"Oh, my…oh right there!"

Willow heard a low grunt escape Tara's lips and raised her head.

"Don't come, baby. Not yet."

"But…so close…" Tara whimpered, "Please."

"Do you trust me?"

"Yes," Tara replied in a strangled groan, trying her hardest to not just let go, "Yes, I trust you."

The redhead smiled and lowered her head once again, flicking her tongue against the blonde's clit, making Tara's thighs tremble at the contact. After a few minutes of that, combined with her still-thrusting fingers, she could tell the taller girl was aching to come and kissed up her body.

Tara's face was one of pure determination, her eyes tightly shut and her features scrunched up as she exhaled through her nose. Willow could see her lover's teeth were clenched as she tried her hardest to comply with the redhead's request and her heart swelled at the trust she was displaying.

"I love you."

All Tara could respond with was a quiet whimper as she focused on nothing but letting the pressure build, her body already taut with tension. She felt Willow press their lips together and responded as best she could before the redhead pulled back and her lips were against the blonde's ear instead.

"Come."

Tara's eyes flew open as the most intense rays of pleasure shot through her, electrifying her every nerve in a series of jolts made colours dance in front of her and soft sounds of bliss leave her mouth. She grabbed onto Willow's shoulders as she continued to convulse and felt a few tears come to her eyes at the sheer strength of the feelings coursing through her.

Willow watched the pleasure on her lover's face and worried she'd gone too far when she saw the few errant tears as Tara either came again and again or had one continuous orgasm, she wasn't sure and she didn't think the blonde knew either. The taller girl eventually relaxed back into the bed, looking around quietly, trying to get a bearing on her surroundings. When she finally fixed her gaze on her nervous-looking fiancée, she smiled.

"That was," she cleared her throat, going slightly red when her attempts to speak came out as a high-pitched squeal, "That was incredible."

"It wasn't too much?" Willow asked, still apprehensive, "I didn't mean to make you cry."

"Not too much. Just really, really intense. Really good intense."

Willow smiled in relief and slowly extracted her fingers from where they were still nestled inside the blonde, both girls sighing softly as she did so. Bringing them up to her mouth, she sucked each one individually and moaned at the taste.

Tara watched, entranced and tried to flip them, but found she still couldn't quite move her legs, so settled for cupping the back of Willow's neck and bringing her down so their faces were just millimetres apart, their breath mingling.

"My turn to make you wait."

"Sorry it's just take-out," Tara said, handing Willow some chopsticks and flopping down on the sofa beside her, "I haven't gone shopping in a while."

"Not a problem," Willow replied with a cheery smile on her face, "I just need food of any description after that. Five rounds of mind-blowing sex with the love of your life really stirs up an appetite. And, um, speaking of not shopping…"

"Yes?" Tara asked with a raised eyebrow.

"You're looking a little thin, baby."

Tara looked down self-consciously and adjusted her shirt slightly. Willow reached out and took her hand.

"You're still beautiful. You'll always be beautiful. It's just when we were…you know…I kinda noticed some of your wonderful curves were missing. And it's not that I need, or god, even care about that, I love your body no matter what... but, um, I've gotten a few emails from the gang…Alice in particular saying you were pretty stressed at the moment…I just wanna make sure you're looking after yourself. I don't wanna come home and you're so stressed out that we can't get married. Is it the wedding? 'Cause if it is-"

"It's not. I'm fine," Tara replied defensively, "Just haven't been hungry lately."

Willow put her carton of noodles down on the coffee table and turned so she was fully facing the blonde.

"Don't lie to me, Tara."

Tara looked away shamefaced and put her food down as well, but Willow was quick to pick it back up and put it back into her hands.

"I'll fatten you up if it's the last thing I do," she said to try and ease the tension.

Tara smiled and popped a piece of chicken into her mouth, chewing it slowly and swallowing before speaking again.

"I still have at least twenty pounds on you."

"Yea, well, you're taller and have boobs and hips and aren't shaped like a little boy. Look, baby, I don't care how much you weigh. I just want you to be healthy."

Tara got a cheeky smile on her face and ran a hand down Willow's side.

"You don't look like a boy. You have wonderful perky breasts and deliciously lithe body."

Willow cupped one of Tara's cheeks and traced her features for a moment.

"Don't distract me with compliments. Please promise me you'll eat a little better when I leave? Even if it's just a good breakfast and a good dinner?"

Tara kissed the pad of Willow's thumb and nodded.

"I promise."

"You know you can't promise things to your future wife that you're not gonna keep, right? And that if you don't keep it, it'll result in a massive tickle attack?"

Tara nodded with a giggle and leaned forwards to meet the redhead in a sweet kiss before pulling back.

"I promise. Better eating, less stress. I would never risk your relentless tickling."