"I can't believe Dad's moving out here," Willow said in joyful disbelief for what had been the countless time that evening since they had finished dinner and Ira had departed for his new apartment, "I mean, he was really serious, he wants to be my dad, a part of my life. A part of our life."
"It's wonderful," Tara smiled over at Willow as she gently massaged her wife's feet, the redhead's legs lying across her lap as they both sat quietly on the sofa, the news playing in the background.
There was a silence for a moment until Willow piped up again excitedly.
"Who knew when I woke up this morning it was gonna be such an awesome day?" she said, grinning from ear-to-ear, "I mean, I helped the guys at work bring in this fraud dude they've been trailing for months, and then I come home to my perfect house and my perfect wife and we agree to get a car, which means super fun car shopping at the weekend and then my dad just shows up and he's moving here and coming over for the start of Hanukkah and then we get to watch our favourite TV show all cosy and cuddly and now my – already mentioned but it bears repeating - perfect wife is giving me a really, really nice foot rub."
"Aren't you just the luckiest woman in the world," Tara replied with a small laugh as she lightly kneaded the flesh under her fingers, "You can die happy."
"No dying here," Willow murmured as her eyes closed, enjoying the attentions she was receiving, "You're gonna have to put up with me for a lifetime I'm afraid. We can totally make these foot rubs a nightly ritual by the way. I'm just about in paradise right now. Notice my distinct lack of use of the word 'heaven'. 'Cause that would mean I was dead. And my not-dying has been previously discussed."
Tara chuckled and stopped her motions, instead pulling Willow's legs further onto her lap and leaning over so their faces were just inches apart.
The redhead opened her eyes when she felt the blonde's breath against her lips and smiled at the sensual look her wife was giving her.
"Those Law and Order hormones kicking in, huh?"
She didn't give Tara a chance to respond as she leant up and let their lips meet softly. Both women moaned quietly and slowly adjusted themselves so the taller girl was lying fully atop her wife, accidentally leaning on the remote and turning the television off in the process.
"God I love Wednesdays," Willow said with a giggle as Tara began trailing kisses down her neck.
Tara's lips slowed for a moment before stilling completely and she looked up into Willow's eyes, frowning slightly.
"Sweetheart, you know I don't wanna make love with you right now because of watching a TV show, right?"
"Uh huh," Willow replied, tucking a piece of hair behind the blonde's ear, then grinning, "But you do have a thing for Mariska Hargitay."
Tara's frown deepened.
"Yea, I've noticed she's attractive, plenty of women are, but you're the one I have a thing for."
Willow looked at her wife with playful scepticism.
"You're telling me you've never fantasised about her?"
"No," Tara answered honestly with a small shrug, "Before we met, I never really fantasised at all. Just like...fleeting thoughts of what sex might be like. But you showed me what love and desire were. You're the only person I've ever fantasised about. I just...you need to know that."
"Hey, Tare-bear, I was only teasing," Willow said quickly when she saw the blonde felt particularly strong about this, "I wasn't accusing you of like...cheating in your thoughts or anything. I mean, it's okay to have the odd thought about another-"
"But I haven't," Tara interjected before Willow even finished, "You're... you're everything."
Willow just smiled and ran her hands along the blonde's shoulders.
"You're everything too."
They locked eyes and smiled at each other until Tara looked away, blushing slightly at her outburst.
"Good," she breathed before kissing the redhead again softly, and smiling a sultry half-smile, "Now, I believe I was kissing right here..."
Willow sighed happily as the blonde's lips found their way to her neck again.
"Yes they were," she murmured, slipping her hands beneath Tara's top and feeling the soft skin of her back. She moaned as her wife began sucking on her pulsepoint and turned to whisper in her ear, "When we were first dating..."
"Uh huh?" Tara asked, nipping her teeth over her lover's milky-white skin.
Willow gave a small moan before speaking again.
"What did you fantasise about?"
Tara grinned and kissed her way over to the other side of Willow's neck.
"We've been through this. You."
"I know," Willow replied breathlessly, "But what?"
Tara raised her head and smirked down at the smaller girl.
"Ah. Well...Before that day in the Public Gardens...I used to imagine what it would be like to kiss you. To kiss those perfect, plump lips. How you'd taste...how you'd feel..."
Willow licked her lips instinctively.
"And?"
Tara leaned down and kissed her wife soundly before pulling away.
"Exceeded my highest expectation."
Willow exhaled slowly as Tara began nibbling lightly on her ear, continuing to speak.
"And then, after that first kiss...and the rest that followed...that's all I could think about. Until a date one night. You took me to a band at one of the campus bars...and you wore this tight, low-cut red shirt..."
Willow cast her mind back and vaguely remembered the night and how Becky had forced her to wear the revealing article of clothing, something she wouldn't have normally done.
"And after that, I imagined your breasts," Tara breathed as her hands snaked up the redhead's shirt and cupped her breasts through her bra, "How they'd look, naked. What colour your nipples would be. The thought of your nipples, hard and taut..."
Willow felt the blonde shiver above her and gasped when she felt both her nipples being pinched through the fabric of her bra.
"And then one time, when I was picturing your perfect breasts," Tara continued, placing wet kisses down the redhead's throat, "I couldn't help it. I imagined you naked. Your smooth stomach and toned thighs..."
Willow tilted her neck as far back as possible to give her wife more room and moaned as the blonde kept whispering to her.
"I used to imagine those thighs clamped around my head. You screaming and moaning," Tara lightly licked the redhead's neck from the base to her ear before looking into her eyes, grinning, "And then we went to go see An Officer and a Gentleman one evening. Remember, they were showing it on a big screen in the Gardens and we just lay on the grass, watching the movie?"
Willow nodded with a fond smile, remembering the evening and the barest hint of a blush rose on Tara's cheeks.
"Well after that I had this recurring fantasy where I'd storm into one of your classes and pick you up and carry you straight back to my dorm."
Willow scoffed playfully.
"You couldn't carry me."
Tara raised an eyebrow and slipped off the sofa, hooking her arms under her wife's legs and the top of her back as she did so, picking the redhead up in the process. Willow's hands flung themselves around the taller girl's neck to keep herself steady and she beamed.
"You can carry me."
"I can also kiss you," Tara responded, leaning her head down so their lips met.
Willow moaned into the kiss and Tara began walking them out of the room, careful to step over where they'd left their shoes as they were settling in for the evening and slowly brought them up the stairs and into their room, kicking the door closed behind her.
"What did you do when you got me back to your dorm?" Willow asked breathlessly, pulling just an inch back.
Tara smirked and threw the redhead onto the bed before climbing over her and pulling at either side of her wife's shirt, a popping sound emanating throughout the room as each button came apart.
"I ripped your clothes off."
Willow arched her back as the blonde' hands slipped beneath her bra and began massaging her breasts.
"Mmhh, fuck," she puffed out, moaning as nimble fingers ran along her nipples, "Baby, don't tease. Off."
Tara grabbed the collar of her wife's shirt and pulled her up by it, discarding the material of that and her bra in quick succession before pushing the redhead onto her back, dropping her lips down to her lover's breasts.
Willow felt her breath come in heavy gasps as Tara ran her tongue in circles around the darkened, taut skin surrounding her nipple before dragging her teeth against the hardening bud.
"Ahhhh...Tara..."
Willow threw her hands out and clutched at the blonde's shirt, pulling it over her head and desperately trying to unhook her bra. She succeeded in just a few seconds and pulled Tara back up to her, kissing her passionately as she rolled them both onto their sides.
"What else did you think about, Tare?" Willow asked lasciviously as she made quick work of both of their pants and panties and put the blonde's hand on her wanting core, "Did you think about how wet you'd make me?"
Tara slipped her fingers into the wetness waiting for her and moaned.
"Oh yea," Willow whispered, bucking her hips slightly, "Mmhh...did you think about how tight I'd be?"
Tara dragged her fingers down and swiftly entered her wife with two of them, instantly thrusting deeply. Willow grunted and dropped her head against the blonde's shoulder.
"That's what I used to think about," she said coarsely as her hips thrust into Tara's, "I used to think how you'd feel around me."
She brought her own hand down and copied the taller girl's actions, her fingers finding the wet heat she loved so much, feeling Tara's head rest against her shoulder as well and hearing her groan.
"So good..."
"Yea, baby, you like that?" Willow asked breathlessly as the pads of her fingers found that rough spot inside her lover, and moaning when Tara did the same inside her, "Fuck, baby, you're gonna make me come."
Tara just groaned again and used her spare hand to roughly grab her wife's hair and crushed their lips together.
"Fu-" Willow panted as she came suddenly in a flurry of lights, only getting a syllable out before her lips were captured again.
Tara felt her wife stiffen against her and thrust her hips one final time before succumbing to the heights of pleasure with a silent cry.
A few moments later, she focused her eyes back on Willow, who was looking down and breathing heavily and brought her hand down from the red hair it was entwined in to gently stroke the back of the smaller girl's neck.
Willow looked up with a small and sated smile.
"Love you."
Tara smiled and dotted her fingers along the smaller girl's shoulders, then up her neck and finally stroking her cheek with her thumb.
"With all my heart."
They kissed again, slow and sweet for a few moments.
"Did it live up to your fantasy?" Willow asked with a lazy, joking grin when they pulled apart.
Tara just smiled and kissed her wife again.
"So much better."