"Uh huh," Willow nodded, no coherent thought other than 'naked Tara, naked Tara, naked Tara!' going through her brain, "Um, naked."
"You wanna be naked?" Tara asked with a grin, "I think that can be arranged."
The blonde started to unbutton the smaller girl's shirt, lowering her head to kiss around her exposed collarbone. Just as she was on the last button, the redhead seemed to snap to attention and Tara found herself being pushed back against the refrigerator, Willow sliding onto her knees in front of her and lavishing wet kisses all over the blonde's stomach.
"God, Will, please just fuck me," Tara groaned, her state of arousal having stayed at its heightened status even when their friends were there, thus driving her into a frenzy, "Please."
Willow looked up to meet Tara's gaze and grinned at the pleading eyes that looked back down at her, before grabbing the taller girl's hips and throwing one leg over her shoulder, burying her face in the blonde's curls.
"Ugh…oh…shit!"
Tara reached a hand up to grab onto the top of the refrigerator for balance as she grinded herself against the redhead's mouth, Willow's tongue launching a full-scale assault on her clit, flicking over it fast and hard before she wrapped her lips around the hard nub and sucked.
"F-fuck!"
Tara dug her heel into Willow's lower back as her spare hand flew to the smaller girl's head, entwining firmly in her hair, ensuring she didn't move. Willow had no intention of going anywhere and started running her hands along the back of the blonde's thighs squeezing intermittently as her mouth continued to work the other girl's clit, alternating sucking and flicking in quick succession.
"Willow…Willooow," Tara moaned, her eyes rolling back into her head in pleasure, "I'm coming…"
Tara felt the tension in her body start to coil to almost painful levels before currents of pleasure began to ripple through her body, culminating in an explosion of lights and colours behind her eyelids as the orgasm hit her full-force.
Willow heard a long drawn-out moan leave her lover's lips followed by a hitch in her breath and opened her mouth wide in anticipation, waiting just a second before a gush of juices flowed into her mouth. She continued to gently lap there until Tara shakily put her foot back on the floor and she looked up to see the blonde nodding in an indication that she wanted her up with her.
She gave a final, long lick, eliciting a twitch of the thighs from the taller girl before standing up, placing her hands flat against the refrigerator either side of the blonde's head, smiling at her. She nuzzled their noses together before softly kissing her fiancée, letting their lips slowly move against each other.
Tara moaned as she tasted herself and thrust her tongue forwards into the redhead's mouth, finally slipping the loosened fabric of her shirt over her shoulders and onto the floor as their tongues duelled. The blonde managed to unbutton the smaller girl's skirt and tugged it off her before Willow pulled back, flushed and gasping for breath.
"Lie down, I need to lie down," she panted and saw Tara glance at the tiled kitchen floor, "Not a chance, baby. Way too cold."
Tara frantically glanced around, needing to feel Willow desperately, her eyes finally landing on the sofa just a couple of feet away and captured the redhead's lips once again as she quickly walked them backwards, out of the kitchen and into the living area. The blonde managed to divest the smaller of her bra and panties on the way, before lying Willow down on the couch and settling herself atop her.
"God, I missed this," Willow moaned at the full body contact, then cupped Tara's cheek, "You're so beautiful."
"You're beautiful," Tara replied, gazing into green depths, "I love every bit of you."
Willow smiled and ran her hands along Tara's naked back.
"I love you, too."
"I especially love this little freckle right here," Tara smiled back, kissing a freckle just above Willow's lip, "I think it's my favourite one."
"You have a favourite freckle?" Willow asked, amused, "They all look the same."
"Uh uh. This one here is a perfect circle. And it's just high enough that I can kiss it without kissing your lips, thus making it perfect teasing material. Then again, you have one on your thigh that's shaped like Florida. And, well…" Tara bit her lip provocatively and lowered her voice to whisper, "I really like being between your thighs."
Willow blushed and squeezed Tara's hips playfully.
"Hey, baby," she said, her eyes lighting up, "Your curves are back."
"I made a lady a promise."
Willow's hands started roaming everywhere, getting reacquainted with the body she loved so much, eventually landing on her butt, cupping each cheek firmly.
"God you feel so good," she said with a moan, squeezing the flesh in her hands, "You get me so hot…I just…I need to…Oh god, yes…"
Willow groaned as she brought one of her hands around and let two finger's slide into Tara, the tight heat holding her in a hot embrace. The blonde grunted and raised her hips to meet her lover's fingers. Her own hand quickly found its way to the redhead's mound and she let her own fingers explore the abundant wetness there for a moment before they made their way inside, making Willow throw her head back against the arm rest of the couch and moan loudly.
"Oh god…Oh Tara…oh fuck, that's so good…"
Tara rested her forehead against the redhead's and closed her eyes as both her hips and fingers moved in a steady rhythm, Willow matching stroke for stroke. The soft sounds of groaning and moaning filled the room as the thrusts got faster and harder.
The redhead stretched her fingers, hearing the loud moans of approval and curled her fingers at the next thrust, hitting the blonde's sweet spot and making her jerk. The jerk caused Tara to fall off the side of the sofa and onto the wooden floors beneath, Willow going with her as they stayed inside each other.
"Shit, Tara! Are you okay?"
"Yes," Tara replied, quickly ignoring the throbbing pain from where she'd hit her head, "Please don't stop."
"But-"
"Willow, please!"
Tara bucked her hips in a desperate attempt to get the redhead's stilled fingers inside her moving again and sighed happily when Willow complied. She sought out her lover's lips and kissed her hard as her thumb came up to put a light pressure on the smaller girl's clit.
Willow whimpered into the kiss and knowing she was nearing her peak, started flicking against the blonde's clit as well. The added sensation sent Tara over straight away and she pulled away from the kiss, panting hard.
"Fuck, Willow!"
Hearing her name being called as Tara reached the heights of pleasure was enough to send Willow over as well and she let out a long, drawn-out moan as one hand went to cup and squeeze the blonde's breast, the orgasm flowing through her entire being. The redhead took a few deep breaths before staring down into her lover's face.
"T-Tara."
Tara fluttered her eyes at the vulnerable tone of Willow's voice and was surprised but very much eager to reciprocate when the redhead began kissing her lovingly, their lips gently caressing each other.
"I love you," Willow whispered into the kiss, overcome by the emotion, "I love you so much."
"I love you too," Tara replied, using her thumb to wipe away a single tear falling from the redhead's eye, "Don't cry, sweetie. Are you okay? I didn't hurt you, did I?"
"I'm fine," Willow sniffled, "I just, um…just really felt the love that time."
Tara nodded her understanding and was about to reply when she moved her head slightly and winced as a sharp pain went through her head. Willow noticed the grimace and took her hand from the blonde's breast, feeling the back of her head gently, frowning at what she felt.
"Baby, you've got a bump. That must've hurt like hell."
"It was worth it," Tara said with a weak smile, "But, um, Will?"
"Yes, my love?"
"Can we move to the bed? It's got pillows."
Willow felt the last vestiges of her dream begin to drift away and pouted in her still semi-asleep state, wanting to know the outcome of the carrots attack on the greenbeans. When it became apparent that the dream wasn't coming back and she'd have to rely on her imagination to find out the conclusion of the crop field in-fighting her mind had envisioned, she threw her arm out instinctively to feel for another warm body and hit Tara on her upper torso.
"Ooff," Tara grunted, sitting up in bed swiftly, the pressure on her diaphragm having woken her up rather abruptly, "What's wrong?"
Willow flickered her eyes open when the blonde had spoken and smiled nervously when she realised what she'd done.
"Sorry, honey."
Tara was still half-asleep and didn't understand what the apology was for.
"What?"
"Shush, lie down," Willow replied, pulling her fiancée back down beside her, "I kinda punched you by accident."
Tara opened and closed her mouth in confusion for a moment, before frowning.
"You…you punched me?"
"By accident," Willow repeated, blushing, "I couldn't feel you when I woke up and I reached out and my arm hit you. Your own fault for not being in my arms."
Tara scooted as close as she could to the redhead and held her around her waist.
"That better?"
"Mmhh, much," Willow said, cuddling into the embrace, "Morning."
"Morning," Tara whispered then let out a low chuckle when she caught sight of the alarm clock on the redhead's nightstand, "Afternoon."
"Really?" Willow giggled, "God, I can't remember the last time I slept 'til the afternoon. You certainly tired me out."
"Mutual effort," Tara mumbled, "You're nice and warm."
Willow smiled a lazy smile and turned her head into the pillow. Tara took the hint and leant forward to crush their lips together in a sweet kiss. Ten minutes later, the sweetness had escalated into heavy passion; Willow was grinding atop the blonde, their tongues duelling ardently when the redhead's cell phone rang. Willow automatically reached out and Tara caught her hand before it reached its destination.
"Don't you dare answer that."
The smaller girl grinned and scrunched up her nose in such a way that made Tara's heart melt before resuming their passionate kissing. They were interrupted just a moment later when the redhead's ringtone rang out again, reverberating against the walls. Willow pulled back with a groan and grabbed the vibrating object.
"I really hope this is important, 'cause you're disturbing me from a gorgeous, naked blonde."
Tara giggled but her face changed to one of concern when she saw the redhead's eyes widened, going pale.
"Oh, hi, sir. Um, that was just a little joke. You know, I'm all about the humour, heh."
Willow chuckled nervously and Tara realised her fiancée must be talking to whichever FBI official was informing her of her first assignment and entwined one set of their hands in support.
Willow smiled down at the taller girl in thanks as she listened to the man on the other end of the phone go through the rhetoric she'd heard a million times when she'd been down in Virginia, going through the protocol for moving location as an employee within the FBI and how her services were of the utmost importance. She rolled her eyes at Tara as the man went on and on, but felt her breath catch in her throat when she heard a particular city being named.
"I'm sorry, could you repeat that?" she asked into the phone, paling further when the man said it again, "And that's where I have to go to? And there's no, um, changing that? Absolutely no way? Staffing needs you say. Yea, that, um, sounds like a good enough reason alright. Okay. Um. Thanks for calling."
Willow hung up the phone and placed it back on her nightstand before looking down at Tara with worried eyes.
"We have a problem."