Willow smacked her lips together as she felt herself being pulled from her slumber. Her first thought was that she was cold. Very cold. Her second was that she could feel a movement off to the side. Her eyes fluttered open and landed on the clock on her nightstand and she saw there was still an hour before the alarm was set to go off. She then looked down and saw the blanket was completely off her naked body.
So that's why I'm cold.
She knew why she was naked; the same reason she'd woken up naked every morning since the wedding – both girls couldn't get enough of each other and were taking any opportunity to be together. Most notably at night. But she didn't know why the blanket was off of her.
She glanced to Tara's side of the bed and saw her wife laying there, the covers over her body. But she wasn't asleep like Willow expected, rather intently gazing down the redhead's exposed body with a gentle but insistent rocking happening beneath the blankets; the movement Willow had felt when she'd woken up.
Huh. She's...
"Tara?"
Tara's head shot up and the rocking movement instantly stilled. Willow was still hazy from waking up but she had a small smile on her face.
"Are you...?"
Tara blushed bright red and averted her gaze.
"Baby, don't be embarrassed," Willow said lazily, turning her body over and placing kisses along the blonde's shoulder, "If you were feeling a little needy you should've just woken me up."
"I didn't want to disturb your sleep. You know, with your first day of work and everything," Tara whispered, "Just feeling a little nervous about starting work. I thought, um...I thought a release might help."
"Mmhh, well let me help you."
Tara sighed happily as Willow flung the blanket to the ground and rolled completely on top of her body, starting to kiss along her collarbone.
"You can...you can go back to sleep if you want."
"Hmm..." Willow chuckled, pretending to contemplate the statement, "Do I wanna roll over and have a nice dream or make love to my gorgeous, sexy wife? No question, Tara."
Tara closed her eyes and smiled, stretching her body out beneath the smaller girl's as she felt warm, wet kisses being placed down her chest until Willow's head flew up again, question in her eyes.
"Why weren't there any blankets on me?"
Tara opened her eyes and blushed again.
"I needed a visual aid."
Willow grinned wildly at that and poked her tongue out between her teeth.
"You still masturbate to me?" she asked teasingly, "Little ole me?"
Tara put both hands over her face and groaned.
"Oh god, Will, I'm embarrassed enough. Yes, I still masturbate over you," she said through her hands before lowering them with a frown, "Do you not...?"
"Tara, I haven't done that since you were in Paris. But if I was gonna, it'd definitely be to you," Willow giggled, before she frowned as well, "Wait, if you're...am I not giving you enough? I um...I thought we were doing pretty good in that area."
Tara pulled the redhead back up to her and kissed her, slowly and lovingly before pulling back with a grin.
"Willow, we can't keep out hands off each other. I couldn't be more satisfied. I only ever do that when you're not around. I hadn't done it since Paris either before you went to Quantico. And just now I didn't want to wake you. Sorry I, um, pulled the covers off though."
"No problem," Willow replied with a smile, "I'm glad I woke up. Now I get to do this."
Tara giggled loudly as the redhead buried her face into her cleavage and started shaking her head from side to side.
"Will, that tickles," Tara said through her laughter, until her wife suddenly latched onto her nipple, "Ohhh...mmhh..."
Tara closed her eyes again as she enjoyed the pleasurable feelings that were starting to course through her. She felt her wife switch sides and lavish attention on her other breast for a few minutes until soft kisses were being placed down her stomach.
She tried to focus entirely on Willow's actions but felt her mind start to go into overdrive as she thought of the reason she'd woken up early in the first place, having tossed and turned at the thoughts of starting work – Would she get on with her colleagues? Would she get on well in the new workplace? Would they do things differently than she was used to, would her new boss hate her? Those thoughts overwhelmed her and she felt herself tense considerably.
Willow moaned quietly as she inhaled her wife's intoxicating aroma as she settled between her legs and was about to lower her head when she felt Tara completely stiffen. She looked up and saw the blonde's face was contorted in worry and suddenly remembered that she had said she was feeling particularly nervous about the day ahead, starting in her new workplace.
"Baby, it's okay," she said soothingly, running her hands down her wife's thighs, "Just relax now. I'm gonna take care of you."
Tara opened one eye and looked down at her lover, giving a small nod, but her body remained rigid. Willow noticed and reached up, taking both of her wife's hands and squeezing them.
"Now repeat after me: I'm Tara Rosenberg-Maclay..."
Tara gave a small smile.
"I'm Tara Rosenberg-Maclay."
"I'm a great social worker."
Tara blushed but repeatedly dutifully.
"I'm a great social worker."
"And I'm gonna kick ass when I go in there today."
Tara took a moment to let the words register before repeating them confidently.
"I'm gonna kick ass when I go in there today."
Willow squeezed the blonde's hands again and grinned when she felt her unwind into the bed.
"That's my girl. You relaxed now?"
"Uh uh," Tara nodded, comfortably settling her head against the pillows, "Very."
"So...you don't need me to relax you any more then, right?"
Tara's eyes flew open and she frowned.
"You could...you could still...it wouldn't hurt to be a little more relaxed."
Willow chuckled; she had every intention of finishing what she'd started, she just couldn't resist teasing her wife a little.
"Well then relax I shall."
Tara could only moan and arch into the bed as Willow's tongue slipped into her lips and ran along the length of her.
"Oh yea...mmhh..."
Willow held her wife's thighs apart as she ran her tongue along the blonde's velvety folds, moaning as her juices fell down her throat. She started lightly circling the base of her lover's clit and felt two hands come to rest either side of her head, pushing her insistently.
She's in no mood for teasing. She was touching herself but she didn't actually...must've built herself up...mmhh, so hot...
Willow dragged her tongue down and plunged it inside her wife, Tara's loud groaning encouraging her and she took one of the blonde's hands from her head and let it rest on her own mound. Tara just continued to gasp and moan and put her hand back on the smaller girl's head but Willow quickly placed it back where she'd put it before.
"What do you want, Will?" Tara asked breathlessly, eyes shut tight, when she felt her hand moved again, "What do you want me to do?"
Willow thrust her tongue in and out of her lover's entrance as fast as she could, dragging it along her front wall at each push and used her hand to guide Tara's own fingers against her clit, so she was touching herself again.
"Oh that's what you want," Tara moaned, happily complying and rubbing her own pleasure nub vigorously, "Mmhh, yea, ohhh...you like watching me touch myself, Willow?"
Willow just moaned loudly and began curling her tongue inside the taller girl.
"Oh god..." Tara groaned and began bucking her hips wildly as her fingers quickened their pace even more, "Oh yes, yes, yes...Willow...Willow..."
Willow knew her wife was close and redoubled her efforts, thrusting her wriggling muscle as deep as she could until Tara's fingers stilled and the redhead felt her thighs around her ears clamp down firmly.
"Oh, yes, Willow!"
Tara's mouth hung open as swirls of reds and greens danced behind her eyelids and pleasure overtook her completely. Her body arched and stayed arched for several tense moments until she was able to relax back into the bed, Willow still attending to her below.
She let the gentle licks and soft sucks ease her down from her high until the redhead gave a final, languid lick and moved up her body, tenderly kissing her lips.
"Mmhh, I could do that forever," Willow grinned lazily as they kissed, "Did you enjoy -Oh fuck!"
Willow could only gasp as she felt two fingers enter her suddenly. She'd already been slick with arousal from the attentions she'd given the blonde and Tara had slipped into her easily.
"Goddd..." Willow moaned, her hips moving instinctively against her wife's fingers, "God, baby..."
She dropped her head against the taller girl's shoulder and felt Tara hold her there as soft words were whispered in her ear.
"I love you Willow...you feel so good around me...so good..."
Willow could only manage wordless moans and whimpers as a response, feeling the tension rising in her swiftly. She was coming, fast and hard and could only lie there and enjoy it as Tara thrust into her deeply again and again.
"Tara, I'm..."
"I know, sweetheart," Tara replied soothingly, feeling flutters around her fingers and delighting in the sensation, "Let me feel it, Willow, let me feel you."
Willow raised her head and planted her lips firmly against Tara's, a small cry rising from her throat and being swallowed by the blonde's lips as her orgasm swelled and broke within her, making her convulse around her wife's fingers.
They continued to kiss as Willow came down from her high, Tara gently stroking her sated flesh until the shrill sound of their alarm disturbed their embrace and made the redhead jump back slightly in shock.
"Stupid alarm," she mumbled, throwing her arm out and turning it off, "Disturbing my smoochies."
"C'mere," Tara replied softly, bringing her wife down for another series of tender kisses before pulling back and sighing.
Willow gave her another quick kiss before looking down with a semi-confidant and reassuring smile.
"It's go time."