"Willow..."
The redhead heard the warning tone in her wife's voice as she lightly trailed her fingers up and down the blonde's arm, an action she'd been repeating over the past half an hour or so.
"Yes, my love?" she asked in a perfectly innocent voice.
Tara tried to contain the shivers going down her spine at the feather-light touches her wife was giving her. She knew Willow knew that the sensation of barely whisper of touches, anywhere on her body, drove her wild, and could only assume this was some sort of payback for the teasing comments she'd made when they were eating lunch.
The only difference was the worst thing to happen in the biker bar was an occasional leer from a man who overheard their conversation, what the smaller girl was doing now had the potential to make them crash.
"Don't play the innocent act with me. You know what you're doing. And you know what it's doing to me."
"Do I?" Willow asked and trailed her hand down so it was resting on the blonde's upper thigh, "I suppose I'd better not do this then..."
She leaned forwards and placed a kiss on the spot below Tara's ear that she knew drove the blonde wild, letting her lips linger there before she poked her tongue out and began licking and sucking the flesh, her fingers softly squeezing her wife's thigh.
Tara's eyes fluttered closed automatically at the delicious sensations the redhead was stirring in her but forced them open after barely a second, very conscious of being in the vehicle that was currently in her control.
"Willow..."
It meant to come out as a warning again, but instead voiced itself as a moan, which only seemed to encourage Willow, her hand moving to brush over the blonde's clothed center.
Tara bucked her hips at the contact and moaned, wanting desperately to be anywhere that had a bed...or a sofa...or even just a floor, but knew she needed to stop this, and now, before things got out of control.
"Willow...oh god, Will, honey, we...oh..."
Tara bit her lip as she felt fingertips graze against the fabric covering her core once again, before noticing something off to the side that she knew would get her wife to stop her ministrations.
"Sweetie, look. We're in Buffalo."
Willow drew her head back at Tara's words, her face lighting up and her hands clapping together as she saw the 'Welcome to Buffalo' sign that the blonde had also noticed.
"Oh my god, we're really here! Our new home!"
Tara smiled, both in relief and happiness at seeing the joy on her wife's face.
"We are. It's quite a beautiful city."
Willow's eyes were focused out the window as she took in the sights of her new city, excitedly cataloguing everything in her brain.
"Oh and I have every intention of finishing what I started," she said after a moment, her gaze never leaving the windows, "When we're not speeding along at sixty miles an hour."
"I'm counting on it," Tara whispered under her breathe, but saw a small smile play on the redhead's lips, knowing she'd been heard.
They drove in silence for the next little while until the GPS directed them onto a street and the screen flashed 'You have now reached your destination'.
"That's it there," Willow said, pointing at a red building to their left, with 'Buffalo Realtors' written above it.
Tara pulled into a parking space, thankful there was ample room on the street to fit both the car and the trailer and followed Willow out of the car and into the building, letting her take the lead since she'd organised most of the housing matters.
"Hi. We're looking for Robert Mason," Willow said to a pretty-looking receptionist sitting at the desk in the front.
"That would be me," a tall man with mousey-brown hair and a warm, but tired smile, greeted them, standing up from behind his desk just ahead of them, "You must be Willow?"
"That's me," Willow smiled, walking over and taking the man's offered hand, "And this is Tara."
"Nice to meet you," Robert said, indicating for the two to take a seat, "Did you just arrive?"
"We did," Willow nodded, "Glad to be here."
Robert nodded too as he took his own seat.
"Long trip. From Boston, right?"
"Yep, Boston. We made pretty good time though."
"That's good. I gotta say, it's nice to put a face to the phone calls we've had. I normally deal with most people face-to-face. I hope this house is the right one for you, too. It's a shame we couldn't organise a viewing in advance."
"Yea, we kinda had a limited timeframe to work in," Willow blushed, "Thank you for being so accommodating with everything, though."
"No problem," Robert replied with a genuine smile, "I'm sure you two are eager to get out of this stuffy office and into your new home. I have the lease here, same as the copy I sent out to you. All was okay with that, right?"
Both Willow and Tara nodded, having gone through the papers already.
"Great. So I just need your signatures here..." Robert flipped through the pages until he was at the last one and pointed at the lines he wanted the girls to sign, "And here."
Willow signed first before passing the pen over to Tara who scribbled her signature with a flourish.
"Perfect. That's your copy to keep. It has all your landlord's details in it, but if there's ever an issue you can always contact me and I'll do my best to sort it. He's a nice guy, though, the landlord, so I wouldn't worry. And finally..." Robert spun around on his chair and opened a small locked box hanging on the wall, and taking a set of keys from it, "These are your keys. Do you need directions to the house?"
"We have a GPS in the car," Tara responded, speaking for the first time since they'd entered the building, "Willow has it all programmed in already. But thanks."
Willow took the keys from Robert and echoed the blonde's sentiment of thanks as Tara held their copy of the lease and both left the offices, getting back into the car. Willow fiddled with the GPS for a moment, getting the new directions up. Tara started the car as the redhead finished pressing buttons and began the drive to the new house. It didn't take very long until they were turning onto their street.
"Number eleven," Willow said as they drove along a row of houses, "Which is gonna be on the...left side."
Tara drove along the street slowly, keeping an eye out for the number until finally it came into a view, a two-story detached house with a sizeable garden in the front and a garage big enough to fit two cars. It was painted white with a black door and window panes, and was pretty much identical to all the other houses on this particular street.
"Welcome to suburbia," Willow muttered under her breath as Tara pulled into the driveway, "They're all like clones of each other."
"Who cares?" Tara breathed, shutting off the engine, "You'd fit our last two places in the garage alone. And we have a garden. We could plant tulips to come up in spring and start an herb garden."
"I didn't know you liked gardening."
"I haven't done any since I was ten," Tara replied, her eyes glazing over slightly, "I used to do it with Mom. Dad always said it was a waste of time and wouldn't let me continue. You know, after."
Willow quietly laced their fingers together and gave the blonde's hand a small squeeze.
"You doing okay?"
Tara had to admit, she had feel a small twinge of fear and sadness when she'd first seen the 'You are now entering New York State' sign and a wave of nostalgia when she passed some of the familiar Buffalo buildings she'd visited with her mother before she passed away, but she was coping surprisingly well and was more excited about seeing their new place then dwelling in the past. And now that she had seen the outside of their new house, she was even more excited to see the inside and start to make it their home.
"I am," she said, to reassure the redhead more to herself, then gave her wife a cheeky smile, "Come on, these boxes aren't gonna unload themselves."
Willow rolled her eyes and hopped out of the car, going to the back of the trailer where Tara was waiting. She took her hand and pulled her towards the house and to the front door.
"Let's just see the inside first. We have a couple of hours before I have to drop the u-haul back, plenty of time to take boxes inside," she said as she fumbled with the other set of keys she had in her pocket, "We only get one first impression."
She pulled them out and opened the front door, stepping inside and holding the door open for Tara. Both looked around the large, open-plan foyer that had a living area off to the left and a staircase to the right, with the entrance to the kitchen ahead of them. Willow turned to see Tara looking around in awe and quietly entwined their hands.
"Welcome home, baby."