Willow grunted as she struggled to lift the box of books into the u-haul, the last box of their belongings that they were bringing to the house in Buffalo. Tara was doing a last check in the apartment to make sure they hadn't forgotten anything or taken anything that belonged to the owner – the last thing they needed was an angry landlord chasing them up about a lamp or something.
She bent her knees and wrapped her arms around the box, trying and failing once again to lift it into the trailer, wondering how on earth her wife had managed to carry it down the stairs and onto the sidewalk. She was just about to kick the box in frustration when a loud wolf-whistle made her turn around, a grin breaking out on her face when she saw Becky, Alice and Brian standing there, holding a banner that said 'We'll Miss You' with a balloon that said 'Goodbye' tacked to either end.
"You guys!" she said, walking over to them, "What're you doing here?"
"You didn't think we'd let our best friends move 450 miles away without a proper send off, did you?" Becky smirked, "We had to say goodbye properly."
Willow was about to reply but was cut off by another voice off to the side.
"Okay, Will, that's it, we got every- Hey, guys! What're you doing here?"
Tara ambled up to the group, instinctively taking Willow's hand and kissing her on the cheek.
"We wanted to say goodbye properly," Brian answered, a small grin playing on his face, "You know, since we haven't seen you since the wedding and all."
Willow and Tara both blushed at the insinuation, one that was completely accurate in its suggestion. They'd spent the night and morning after the wedding wrapped up in each other in the hotel room, breaking only briefly for the breakfast in bed that was delivered to their door, and even then it had taken only minutes for the maple syrup that accompanied their pancakes to be put to better use.
They'd finally managed to get dressed long enough to check out and go back to their apartment, where the plan was to finish the last of their packing before their trip to Buffalo today, but hadn't been able to keep their hands off each other there either and had had to get up early to complete everything so they'd still be on schedule. Still, they weren't going to apologise for it, they were technically on their honeymoon, after all.
"Jealous," Willow giggled, swinging hers and Tara's hands between them, "It's so nice of you to see us off."
"Our pleasure," Alice replied with a warm smile, "And since we figured you'd have forgotten to leave any food in the house for breakfast..."
"And since we know a hungry Willow equals cranky Willow..." Becky continued, holding up a paper bag and two Styrofoam cups, "And cranky Willow equals..."
"Pissed-off Tara," Brian finished with a grin, "We figured, why risk a fight when sugar and caffeine can avoid it all?"
Willow rolled her eyes but accepted the offerings with a smile just as her watch beeped. She sighted regretfully and gave her friends a small smile.
"We need to head out pretty soon if we want to make it in time to collect our keys from the realtor."
They all spent the next five minutes hugging and saying their goodbyes, Brian quickly moving to put the last abandoned box in the trailer and locking it up to avoid the flood of emotion that was threatening to pour out of him as he said his goodbyes.
The girls weren't as in control and all had glistening eyes as Willow and Tara got into their rental car – the hire shop hadn't had any mustangs available, much to the disappointment of the redhead, but she had managed to secure a shiny black Lexus, which she decided was just as nice – and with a final wave, left their friends and apartment behind as they set off on the eight-hour journey to their new life.
"You okay?" Willow asked after a few minutes of silence in the car, taking one of the Danish pastries the others had bought them from the bag and nibbling on it as her other hand controlled the steering wheel, "These are really good."
Tara stayed silent for another moment, staring out of the window before she turned back to her wife, her eyes still glistening with tears.
"We're gonna see them again, right?"
Willow quickly finished her breakfast and took Tara's hand, placing it on top of her own on the gearstick so they were touching.
"Of course we will, baby. They're not gonna be gone from our lives just because we're a little further away. We're all way too committed to our friendships to let them fall by the wayside."
"I know," Tara sighed, "I know. I'll just miss them."
Willow looked over at her wife for a moment, before pulling over on the side of the road before they got onto the highway and wouldn't be able to. She turned off the engine and turned to the blonde, taking both her hands in hers.
"Tara, if you think this move is a bad idea and we should stay where we are, that's what we'll do. I can turn the car around and get our apartment back, or we can move into a bigger one, but we can stay in Boston. No apologies, no regrets."
Tara good-naturedly rolled her eyes, still sniffling a little and shook her head.
"Jeez, Will, you're such a drama queen. We're not gonna stop our whole move 'cause it's hard to say goodbye."
Willow brought one of her hands up to cup the blonde's cheek, softly stroking her cheekbone.
"I just don't want you to end up resenting-"
"Willow," Tara warned in a playful yet stern voice, "We have talked about this. We discussed it. We decided. All things we did together. There's no way I could resent you. Now let's get back on the road, your driving itinerary doesn't allocate time for roadside discussions."
"No..." Willow replied, content with the answer she'd gotten and now grinning, "But I did schedule no less than three fifteen minute breaks to make out."
"Really?" Tara asked, raising an eyebrow and biting her lip, "You did?"
"Uh huh," Willow nodded, her eyes focusing on her wife's teeth sinking into the skin of her lip, "And, um, in theory, if we split one of those fifteen minutes, we have two twenty-two and a half minute breaks and really, twenty two and half minutes is totally enough time for a quickie and-"
Tara grabbed the redhead's shirt and spoke in a throaty, desperate tone.
"Oh Willow, shut up and get over here."
Willow's face lit up and she practically jumped over to the other side of the car, grabbing the seat adjuster and twisting it until the back of the seat was horizontal and she was lying on top of the taller girl.
"Can anyone see?" Tara asked, her breath starting to become laboured with the feeling of her wife's body on top of hers.
"Don't care," Willow replied, wasting no time in pushing the blonde's shirt up and kissing the smooth skin of her stomach.
It only took a second of the redhead's warm mouth on her skin for Tara to agree that she didn't care either and moaned in delight at the contact.
"Been...too...long..." Willow panted out, moving her lips up to kiss the taller girl on the mouth as her hands fondled her breasts through her bra.
"It's been two hours," Tara replied, thinking about the wake-up sex they'd had after very little sleep anyway, their amorous activities keeping them up half the night.
"Like I said. Too long."
Willow resumed kissing the taller girl, bringing one hand down to the blonde's pants and popping the button open, plunging her fingers into her wife's panties without much preamble, rubbing two fingers over her clit furiously. Tara let out a sharp gasp at the sudden contact and moved to tried and get her own hand in contact with the redhead's center as well.
She struggled, their positions making it somewhat awkward and her mind was getting hazier and hazier by the second as Willow kept up her ministrations. Determined to give as much as she was getting, she manoeuvred them so they were both on their sides. She winced as the gearstick dug into her back but ignored it as best she could as she pulled at the hem of her lover's skirt and hitched it upwards before pushing the material of her underwear aside, running her fingers along her lover's lips, gathering the moisture that had accumulated there.
"Tara, please," Willow begged, not in the mood for any kind of teasing, "Just-"
She was cut off by her own relieved sigh as Tara started circling her clit in firm, fast strokes. She dropped her head onto her wife's shoulder and brought her spare hand from the blonde's breast to her butt, grinding their clothed hips together as both sets of fingers continued to work their magic.
"I'm close," Tara moaned after a couple of minutes, "So close."
"Me too," Willow grunted in response, "Almost...there...baby."
Tara felt the redhead bit down lightly, yet firmly on her shoulder barely a second later and it was enough to send her over.
"Willow!"
Willow heard her name being called in such an awed tone and her orgasm washed over her in response, her back arching, inadvertently causing the door handle to dig into the base of her spine.
"Ow," she mumbled hazily, still somewhat lost in her high.
"You okay?" Tara asked, still catching her breath.
"Uh huh. Door handle."
"Ah," Tara nodded and gently rubbed her hand along the redhead's lower back, "Me too. Gearstick."
Willow raised her head, her eyes still glassy and looked at the blonde, concerned.
"You in pain?"
"Nope," Tara smiled, "Just feeling good things right now."
Willow smiled her own pleased smile and nodded forwards.
"Still. Maybe next time we decide we just can't wait to fool around, we should do it in the backseat."