Tara put the electronic key card in the door and opened it, walking into the palatial room with Willow on her heels.
"This is it..." Willow said as she took in her surroundings, her gaze falling onto the huge king-sized bed with crisp white linen and red rose petals making the shape of a heart on top. On the nightstand there was an ice bucket with a bottle of champagne and two glasses beside it, "Where we're spending our first night as a married couple..."
"It is," Tara nodded, still looking around in awe until her gaze settled on the bed and its surrounding area as well, "Wow."
Willow smiled for a moment, then walked over to the nightstand and opened the drawer, where she had hidden the item she was looking for, having snuck up to the room under the pretence of going to the bathroom earlier that evening. She put her hand in and her fingers landed on the rectangular shaped box, which she pulled out and turned back to Tara.
"Happy wedding day," she said shyly, handing her the small box.
Tara's face lit up and she pulled the end of the ribbon on top of the box, undoing it before she lifted the top off, revealing a simple silver chain that had three small, silver hearts hanging on the end each with a letter engraved in black on it.
"TRM," she read aloud, mulling over the letters in her brain, "TRM…Tara Rosenberg-Maclay?"
"Yea," Willow nodded with a smile, "I didn't want to give it to you until you officially were Tara Rosenberg-Maclay."
"It's beautiful," Tara replied, taking it from its box and tracing the letters with her finger, "Will you put it on me?"
Willow took the piece of jewellery from Tara's hands and turned the blonde around, brushing her hair off to one side as she brought the necklace around her neck and fastened it, before placing a series of light kisses the taller girl's exposed shoulder. Tara tilted her neck to give the redhead more access for a few moments before turning back around to face her wife.
"I got you something, too," she said quietly, sitting the smaller girl down on the bed and going over to the overnight bags that Alice had delivered to the room in advance. She opened her one, pulling out a small, leather-bound book and sat next to the other girl, "Happy wedding day to you, too."
Willow looked at the book, the word 'us' engraved in gold lettering on the front and opened it, her heart swelling as she realised it was a book of photographs, each page having a glossy picture of the two of them printed on it. She flicked through it, the photos starting from when they first met right up until one that had been taken just a few weeks previously.
"Thank you," she said as she closed the book and held it to her chest, "I love it. I love you."
"I love you, too," Tara replied, cupping the redhead's cheek, "Mrs. Rosenberg-Maclay."
Willow smiled and nuzzled the blonde's nose with her own for a second before capturing her lips passionately. The blonde responded eagerly and turned her head to bring their mouth's closer together as the smaller girl's hand went to Tara's back.
"Let's get you out of that dress," she murmured into the kiss.
"Okay…" Tara replied, somewhat shiftily, pulling away, "But, um, could you be careful?"
Willow retracted her hand and looked at the taller girl, almost scared.
"Did I…have I hurt you before? Oh god, if I hurt you, I'm so-"
"Oh no, no," Tara shook her head frantically, trying to reassure her wife, "Willow, never. I was just worried about the dress."
"The…the dress…?" Willow asked in confusion.
"I just didn't want it ending up on a heap in the floor like our clothes normally do when we get swept up…it's just well, you know…it's my wedding dress."
Willow nodded her head and smiled in relief and understanding, before standing them both up, unzipping the blonde's dress, taking it off of her and hanging it carefully on one of the chairs in the room, leaving Tara in just matching white lace bra and panties.
"Keeping the white theme going, huh?" she asked, raking her eyes over her wife's form, "White's supposed to be virginal, you know. And you're no virgin."
"You made sure of that," Tara said with a soft giggle before tilting the smaller girl's head upwards and kissing her lips softly.
Tara went about removing the redhead's dress too, hanging it over her own when she got in off, impressively without breaking the kiss. Both in just their underwear, she walked them towards the bed, crawling on top of the smaller girl as they scooted up the bed, Willow resting her head on the pillows. The blonde settled her thigh between her wife's legs, smiling into the kiss when she felt arousal beginning to seep through her panties already.
"You're wet," she said in a playful accusatory manner, pulling back from the kiss just a bit.
"I'm making love with my wife," Willow replied, tucking a piece of hair behind Tara's ear, "My wife who arouses me beyond belief. I'm very wet."
Tara got a shy smile on her face and leant back down to resume their kiss, nibbling on the redhead's bottom lip before sucking it into her mouth. Willow moaned and used one hand to squeeze her wife's ass while the other went to unhook her bra. After several minutes of unsuccessful fumbling, she pulled away from the kiss, frustrated.
"Why...? I can't... I mean, I've never not been able to get your bra off and-"
"It unhooks upwards," Tara cut the redhead off before she went into full blown babble-mode, with smiling eyes, "Not across."
Willow blushed and pushed the hook upwards, finally freeing it. She let the fabric fall off the blonde's shoulders and threw it across the room.
"In years to come, when you look back and remember how we made hot, passionate love on our wedding night, can you please forget how I momentarily transformed into a teenage boy and couldn't unhook your bra?"
"Forgotten," Tara grinned, sitting back and pulling her lover up as well to divest her of her bra before pushing the redhead back down and picking up the bottle of champagne beside them, "Want some?"
Willow nodded silently and watched as the blonde slowly, sensually untwisted the wire restraint from the bottle, before pointing it away from them and popping the cork with considerable skill, not spilling any of the alcohol. She then picked up one of the glasses and filled it with a mouthful of champagne, swilling it around the glass for a moment before slowly tipping it into her mouth and leaning down again, covering the smaller girl's mouth with her own.
Willow felt the sweet liquid explode across her taste buds and flow down her throat as Tara's tongue expertly danced between her lips. Feeling like her own tongue was effervescing in the most delightful of ways; she rolled them over so she was on top and pulled back, breathing heavily and poured another glass of champagne.
Tara waited in anticipation, thinking the redhead was going to do the same thing she had and was so surprised when instead, the glass was tipped upside down and onto her chest, the cold liquid shocking her senses as Willow's tongue instantly descending to lap it up. She arched her back and moaned when she felt the flesh of her breast being sucked into her lover's mouth.
"Mmhh…Willow…that's…don't stop…"
Willow slowly released the flesh in her mouth until it was only Tara's nipple she was sucking on and began to nibble the hardened peak, making the blonde squirm beneath her. After a few minutes of concentrated attention there, she started to move across the taller girl's chest, dipping her head lower momentarily to lick some stray beads of champagne that had run down Tara's stomach. She was just about to latch onto the taller girl's other breast when she found their positions swiftly reversed once again.
"I told you I liked being on top," Tara growled before sitting back between Willow's legs and dragging her panties off her body, "And I love your beautiful body."
Tara ran her hands all over the redhead's body for a few moments, during which time Willow managed to divest the blonde of her panties as well, before settling her body fully atop the smaller girl and kissing her enthusiastically.
The redhead cupped the taller girl's head as she responded just as eagerly until both had to pull away, lungs burning in need of oxygen and Tara started kissing down Willow's chest and stomach, her hands coming up to squeeze her breasts.
"Tara…" Willow moaned as the blonde dipped her tongue in and out of her bellybutton, "Oh baby…"
Tara dipped her tongue a couple more times before continuing her downward kissing, arriving at red curls in just a few seconds, letting her tongue glide into the copious arousal there.
"Oh god…oh yes…!"
Willow's eyes rolled back into her head when she felt her wife's warm tongue run along her most sensitive of spots and let the pleasure radiating through her body consume her for a few moments before realising it would only take a couple more minutes before she succumbed entirely to the intense feelings coursing through her. With that thought in mind, she pulled Tara back up to her and kissed her ardently.
"Together," she moaned into the kiss, trailing her hand between their bodies and cupping the blonde's mound.
Tara groaned as she felt the redhead's fingers run along her lips and put one hand flat on the bed next to Willow's head to steady herself, while the other slipped between their bodies, her thumb and forefinger pinching the smaller girl's clit lightly, her hips rocking forwards in an attempt to get her lover's fingers lower.
"Please be inside me," she groaned after a minute when the redhead kept up her teasing strokes, "Please."
Willow used her spare hand to cup her wife's cheek and dragged two fingers down to circle her entrance. She opened her mouth to say something but the blonde pre-empted what she was going to say and spoke first.
"I'll keep my eyes open."
Willow smiled and let their lips meet softly as she pushed her fingers inside, feeling herself being entered as well a few seconds later. They both moved slowly in and out of each other, building the tension in an unhurried manner, meeting for a kiss every few seconds.
"You're so beautiful," Tara whispered reverently as she looked down into her wife's shimmering green orbs, "You're absolutely breathtaking."
"I love you," Willow replied, in a similar low tone, though a lot more throaty as she felt herself near the edge, "I love you more than – ugh."
The redhead cut herself off with a sharp gasp and gave a barely-noticeable nod, indicating she wanted the first time they tumbled into the abyss as a married couple to be together. Tara understood and nodded as well and with one final thrust of both her fingers and her hips, watched Willow's eyes glaze over and felt her whole body explode beneath her.
She matched the guttural sounds coming from her wife's mouth as they convulsed and contracted together, never breaking their eyelock until both breathed a loud sigh as their bodies finally calmed down. Tara rolled off and Willow was about to whimper at the loss of contact when an arm was thrown across her stomach and soft blonde hair was resting beneath her chin.
"I think I can definitely get used to married sex," she said after a moment, the mirth obvious in her voice, "Definitely."
Tara giggled and cuddled in closer.
"Good. 'Cause you've got a partner for life."