"Eugh. Finally. Last one," Willow grunted as she put the last box on the floor of their living room and stretched her arms, "Guess I should probably be getting the trailer back."
"Oh yea, leave me to do all the unpacking," Tara replied as she opened a box, but her joking tone let her wife known she was kidding, "Do you know where you're going?"
"Yep," Willow responded, feeling around for the car keys in her pockets, "I won't be long."
"Wait, what about the car? Is it not due back by a certain time, too?"
Willow triumphantly pulled the keys from her left pocket and smiled at the blonde.
"Didn't I tell you? I rented it 'til Monday so we could explore the city before we start work. I figured it'd be easier to get to know the place. I wasn't sure how much you remembered..."
Tara pulled out a set of candle holders and unwrapped them from their newspaper packing as a sad smile graced her features.
"Not much. It's been fifteen years, I was just a kid. And even then I really only remember small things. But I can tell you one thing for sure, if the Botanical Gardens downtown haven't changed much, it's one of the most beautiful places in the world."
Willow nodded.
"Maybe we can visit this weekend. Or before if we get things sorted. We could invite Buffy and Angel along?"
"When are they arriving?"
"Friday," Willow replied, a smile coming to her face, "Angel had to finish up a case. Some big company from here called him last week and offered him a job - he's well known in PI circles apparently. Kinda creepy that they knew he was moving out here though."
"I guess that is they're job," Tara chuckled, "But that sounds like a great idea."
"Great. Okay, be back soon, baby."
Willow went to turn on her heels but was stopped by an indignant Tara.
"Hey! Where's my kiss?"
Willow turned back with an apologetic yet eager smile.
"My deepest apologies," she said as she walked up to the blonde and held her at the waist, "How could I forget?"
The redhead leaned up and joined her lips with Tara's. The blonde smiled into the kiss and gently sucked Willow's bottom lip into her mouth, nibbling lightly on it for a moment before releasing it.
"Mmhh, love you," Willow murmured as she placed a final, short kiss on her wife's lips, "And I love our new home."
"Me too," Tara smiled, "You did good."
Willow brought one hand up to the blonde's face and traced her features with her finger.
"I did great," she whispered reverently.
Tara blushed as she took in the redhead's meaning and looked away, self-conscious but Willow turned her face back towards her.
"Hey, don't hide that pretty face from me."
Tara blushed even harder and playfully pushed the redhead off her.
"Will, stop."
"When are you gonna get used to me telling you you're beautiful?" Willow asked, refusing to give up, "You're the most beautiful woman in the world."
Tara looked up and saw the shine in her wife's eyes, how she felt the absolute truth behind her words.
"Thank you," she whispered quietly.
"Do you believe it?"
Tara blushed again but gave a small nod.
"You make me believe it," she said honestly, "Every day."
"Good," Willow replied, a satisfied and almost smug look on her face, "'Cause it's true. I'll be back in twenty minutes, okay?"
"Drive safe," Tara said, her blush leaving her cheeks, "Love you."
"Love you, too. Bye baby."
Tara heard the front door close and the car reverse out of the driveway as she got back to unpacking the box that was in front of her, smiling as she starting pulling out their collection of framed photographs. She put the first few off to the side, various ones of the two of them and some with their friends, figuring they should decide together where they get placed, until she pulled out a larger frame than the rest, a blown of photo of them on their wedding day, that Ira had taken, gotten enlarged and put in a frame and left it for them when they returned to the apartment.
It was a candid photo, taken just after the ceremony. Both were staring at each other, with big smiles on their faces and Willow had Tara's hand brought up to her mouth, kissing the ring that had just been placed there. Her smile got wider as she looked at it and brought it over to above the fireplace, hanging it off one of two small hooks placed there.
She wondered for a moment what to hang beside it, before the perfect idea came to her and she searched through that same box until she found what she was looking for and hung it beside their wedding photo.
Fifteen minutes later, the front door bang closed again and Willow appeared in the living room, smiling.
"Honey, I'm home."
Tara grinned and motioned her forwards.
"Good. I missed you."
"I missed you t – hey, you put the photo up!"
Willow walked over to fireplace and looked up at the two frames hanging there.
"Great idea putting the Ketubah up next to it. I don't know how Dad managed to sneak that off with him and get it framed before he left. Or how we didn't notice."
Tara grinned and continued to unpack.
"I think we were too busy working our hardest to keep each other naked."
Willow sidled over to the blonde, wrapping her arms around her midsection, placing her hands on the taller girl's stomach.
"I do remember that," she said coyly, nuzzling into Tara's neck for a moment, grinning when she saw there was a small mark from when she'd gotten frisky in car, "That reminds me..."
"What reminds you?" Tara exhaled slowly, the redhead's hot breath on her neck sending tingles through her.
"This little hickey right here," Willow replied, licking said mark, "Reminds me that we have some unfinished business."
Tara let her eyes flutter closed and tilted her neck to give the smaller girl better access.
"We haven't...made up...the bed yet."
Willow slipped her hands under her wife's shirt and caressed the smooth skin of her stomach, feeling the muscles jump beneath her touch.
"Who needs a bed? I bet this floor is plenty comfortable."
Tara moaned her agreement and spun around in Willow's arms, crushing their lips together fiercely, her hands going to the hem of the redhead's t-shirt, pulling it off her swiftly and running her hands up and down her back. The redhead moaned into the kiss and cupped both of the taller girl's cheeks, guiding them downwards until they were lying side by side on the floor, surrounded by boxes.
"God, you're so hot," Willow growled as her lips began trailing down her wife's collarbone, "So sexy."
Tara bucked her hips and started unbuttoning her own shirt, desperate for some skin-on-skin contact. She rolled on top of her wife as she slipped the fabric off her shoulders and thrust their chests together. Willow groaned and brought her hand up to the hook of the blonde's bra.
"Off," she moaned frantically as she unclasped the garment and pulled it off, throwing it somewhere in the room, "Take mine off, Tara, please, baby, please."
The taller girl rolled them once again to give her access to the redhead's back and deftly freed her of her bra, moaning when their breasts came into contact with each other, their lips meeting steamily again. Willow felt a wetness start to pool between her legs as their nipples brushed off each other, sending shockwaves to her core. She repeated this motion a few times until she felt two hands push on the elastic waistband of her skirt and lifted her hips to aid getting it off.
The skirt, with her panties, were pushed down to her knees and she kicked them the rest of the way off, fumbling awkwardly when she realised her shoes were still on, but managed to get everything off without breaking the kiss. She settled her body on top of the blonde, frowning into the kiss when she felt her naked legs come into contact with their denim-clothed counterparts.
"What's wrong?" Tara asked breathlessly, pulling away.
"You're still wearing clothes," Willow replied with a pout, before her lips turned into a grin, "I need to fix that."
Tara exhaled slowly as the redhead started trailing kisses down her body and watched, aroused beyond belief as the smaller girl wrapped her mouth around the button of her jeans and popped it open, before dragging the zipper down with her teeth.
"Oh god...Willow..."
Willow smiled, her actions having the desired effect as Tara moaned her name and hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her jeans and panties, quickly ridding the blonde of the obstructive clothing. She knelt between her wife's legs and greedily eyed her center, blonde curls already damp with arousal. She was about to let her fingers start exploring when Tara manoeuvred herself onto her knees as well and softly pushed the redhead onto her back, hovering over her for a moment before letting their lips met in a tender kiss.
"I love you, baby."
Willow beamed up at the blonde, her eyes shining. Tara rarely used that particular pet name, only when she was feeling especially sentimental and it always made Willow feel like her insides had turned to mush and her heart was about to beat out of her chest. Tara had called her it after the first time they'd made love and only a handful of times since.
She was tempted to tell her wife just how much she loved being called that, but she knew if Tara knew she'd call her it all the time just to please her and she preferred to keep it as a special thing.
"I love you, too," she replied, the soppy smile never leaving her face, "Beautiful."
Tara gave her wife a seductive half-smile and sat back on her heels, grabbing onto Willow's hips, her eyes locked with the smaller girl. She was about to lean forwards, to let her thigh connect with her lover's center when she felt two fingers enter her unexpectedly.
"Fu-" She cut herself off by a loud sharp gasp, her hands clutching the air at her side as she rocked her hips forwards, "Ohhh..."
Tara had fully intended to take control this particular time, it was why she'd switched them so she was on top in the first place, but the redhead had turned the tables so quickly she could do nothing but respond, the feeling of the other girl's fingers inside her sending jolts of pleasure throughout her entire body.
"Oh god, Willow, that's so good..."
Willow smirked as she matched the pace Tara was setting with her hips, watching and feeling her fingers thrust into the taller girl repeatedly. She'd been all too aware of Tara's intentions to take control, but when the blonde had sat back, her entire body open to the redhead's gaze, and touch...well, how could she resist? Plus, she still had revenge to enact, in her mind anyway. And the opportunity to start came just a moment later when Tara cried out.
"More, Will, more."
"I dunno..." Willow teased, "I think you still deserve a little retribution for teasing me over lunch...Hmm...maybe I should just..."
Willow slipped her fingers out completely and Tara gasped in shock before whimpering, bucking her hips wildly.
"No, Willow, please, don't, I'm sorry for earlier, just please..."
Willow lightly let her fingers run along the blonde's lips, grinning the whole time.
"I could touch you like this for hours...just feeling how nice and wet you are..."
"Oh god, Willow," Tara groaned loudly in frustration, "Please...I'll do anything..."
"Uh uh," Willow replied lightly, with a grin a small shake of her head, "No, I'm good."
Tara didn't know whether she wanted to punch a wall or just start crying, the frustration and dissatisfaction coursing through her and macking her muscles tense and her fists ball by her side.
I should've known she wouldn't just leave it at the teasing in the car...
"Come on, Willow," she tried again, adopting the most seductive tone she could and pushing her hips forwards, "Let me ride your fingers."
She saw the redhead falter for just a second and quickly kept talking.
"Mmhh, yea, I wanna ride them nice and hard."
Tara saw her wife's resolve crumbling completely and went in for the kill.
"How far inside me can your reach, Willow? How much can you stretch me?"
Willow slipped three fingers inside her wife straight away, any thoughts of revenge gone out the window and both girls groaned straight away at the feeling. The smaller girl watched in delighted awe as Tara's breasts began to bounce above her as she moved up and down on Willow's fingers, a look of unadulterated ecstasy gracing her features.
"That good?" Willow asked saucily, increasing her pace, "You like that?"
"Oh yes, Willow," Tara moaned in response, shutting her eyes tight and letting out a long, throaty moan when she felt the redhead's fingers curl and hit her sweet spot, "Oh right there, just like that."
Willow rubbed against the soft, spongy spot inside her lover that she knew gave so much pleasure and watched as her beautiful blonde began to unravel in front of her.
"You're coming, aren't you baby?"
Tara nodded, unable to form words, but that apparently wasn't enough for the smaller girl.
"Tell me what you're feeling, Tara."
"All...so...good," Tara panted quickly, not about to risk her wife stopping again as the tension in her stomach coiled to almost painful levels, "So deep...and full...and so much...oh god, Willow, you're gonna make me come so hard."
Willow grunted at the words and began thrusting even harder, feeling almost instant contractions around her fingers, a stream of incomprehensible words and moans coming from the blonde until her mouth formed an 'o' shape.
Tara felt the tension within her finally release itself, hitting her so strongly that her eyes flew open. Her surroundings were foggy for a moment, her orgasm still soaring through her until she noticed a hazy figure out of the corner of her eye. She blinked a couple of times to clear her vision and when she finally registered what she was seeing, her body fell so she was lying on top of the redhead, dropping her head into the crook of Willow's neck.
"Fuck," she said, her heart beating furiously, "Fuck. Shit."
"Heh, that good?" Willow asked smugly, running her hands along Tara's sweaty back.
"No," Tara snapped, missing the hurt look on her wife's face.
Willow opened and closed her mouth a few times in surprise, her hands stilling their movements, before pushing the blonde off her and moving to stand up.
"Stay down!" Tara whispered irately, pulling the smaller girl back down beside her.
She shimmied upwards and poked her head around the boxes, sighing in relief when she saw the figure she'd seen before had disappeared. She made her way back down to the redhead and tried to put an arm around her waist, but Willow scooted away, folding her arms over her chest. Tara frowned in confusion, before she realised what she'd said and moved up, putting her hand on her wife's cheek, turning her head towards her.
"Honey..."
"Don't 'honey' me," Willow spat out, "Can I get up and leave now or are you just gonna pull me back down again?"
"Willow, I didn't mean 'no' like that. Sweetie, please."
Willow didn't unfold her arms, but gave a small nod, indicating for her wife to continue.
"There was a kid."
The look on Willow's face went from angry to confused.
"What?"
Tara stroked the redhead's cheekbone and nodded upwards towards the boxes, at the large bay windows of their living room.
"When I was...you know..." she blushed despite herself but looked down at her body to signify what she meant, "Which, by the way, was mind-blowing. You don't need me to tell you that."
"You did seem like you enjoyed yourself," Willow replied cautiously, unsure whether her wife was forgiven yet, "At least, it looked that way."
"Understatement of the century," Tara grinned, "Never ever doubt how good you make me feel."
Willow seemed to accept the answer and dropped her arms from her chest.
"Then why...?"
"Like I said. There was a kid. Outside the window. I opened my eyes and he was just standing there, a ball in his hands. It must've bounced into the yard or something, I dunno. But I was so freaked out, that's why I said what I did. Absolutely no reflection on you."
"There was a kid?" Willow asked, processing the information in her brain until it clicked, "Oh my god, are you saying some kid from the neighbourhood saw us..."
"I think just me," Tara replied, biting her lip, "I mean I think the boxes pretty much covered us. I don't think he saw more than my head."
"But, but!" Willow spluttered, going into full panic mode, "What if he saw everything and goes and tells his mother and the whole neighbourhood come at us with flaming pitchforks!"
"It's not a witch-hunt, Willow..."
Willow didn't seem to hear Tara, or if she did, was ignoring her as she continued to ramble.
"Oh god, we've only been here a couple of hours. Do you think we should find the kid and bribe him with something? Would you recognise him if you saw him?"
Tara sighed, she should've known her wife's freak-out would be a lot worse than her own. She'd just been initially shocked by the sight of the little boy but she honestly didn't think...or at least hoped that there would be no ramifications of it, her body had been pretty much obscured from view by the boxes, after all.
She sighed again and shuffled her body closer to Willow's, before doing the only thing she knew would shut the redhead up completely.
She kissed her. Hard.