"You're really going all out," Tara said as looked over her wife's shoulder to the vegetable's she was chopping, "What's this called again?"
"Kugel," Willow replied, wiping her brow, "And there's brisket in the oven. I'm really glad I took a half day, I haven't cooked anything like this since...since I was seven and I helped my grandmother. I really hope I don't mess it up. I really want it to be special, you know?"
"It will be," Tara said, kissing the redhead on the cheek, "And hey, you're only cooking for three. Our Christmas dinner count is up to six. That's a lot of potatoes I'm gonna have to peel."
Willow turned her head as she chopped and smiled at her wife.
"I'll help. It's kinda weird, isn't it? It was always only us for a lot of holidays 'cause our friends went home or whatever, but now we've got Dad too. And Michelle! You invited her over for Christmas, right?"
"Yes," Tara replied, picking up a small piece of broccoli that had rolled off to the side of the chopping board and popping it into her mouth, "She said she'd love to come."
Michelle hadn't said, but Tara had gotten the impression when she'd asked her aunt over for Christmas, that the older woman had spent the vast majority if not all of the holidays since the accident essentially alone. She knew Michelle had never married or settled down with anyone, probably because of the intense guilt and remorse she felt over her sister's death and Tara figured that maybe her friendships had dwindled down over the years as well, since she never mentioned any.
"And Buffy and Angel too!" Willow's voice piping up again pulled the blonde from her thoughts, "It sucks neither are close enough to their parents to go home, but hey, more fun for us right? It's gonna be a great Christmas."
Tara moved to lean against the counter and smiled.
"I know. And in the future we'll have some more...little members of our family to share the joy with."
"Mmhh, I can't wait," Willow said with a grin, looking away dreamily for a moment as she imagined their house full of kids, whenever they decided to extend their family, "Oh, I invited Xander and Jesse to our New Year's party today. They said they'd love to come. Did you invite the neighbours?"
Tara chuckled and nodded.
"Yes, and they all said, pending finding a babysitter, they'd be there with bells on. I think that might mean literally in Barbara's case. She was wearing a cardigan that had real sprigs of holly on it."
Willow laughed as she transferred the vegetables into a baking dish.
"Are we putting up our tree this weekend? It's funny; Christmas and Hanukkah totally clash this year. It means extra, double celebration. Even if we do just take the culture and leave the religion."
"We could put it up tomorrow," Tara replied, nodding to herself, "After car shopping."
"I was thinking..." Willow put the baking dish in the oven and turned to give her wife her full attention, "What do you think about getting a real one this year? I never had one growing up, obviously, and the fake one was perfect for when we lived in small dorms and apartments, but now we have this great, big house. And hopefully by tomorrow, a car to collect it with."
"A real tree's a great idea," Tara replied, her face lighting up, "You're a genius."
"And you're gorgeous," Willow said, getting a sudden surge of arousal seemingly out of nowhere, but she didn't question it because, well, that's just what Tara did to her, "C'mere."
She pushed her wife's body up against the refrigerator and crushed their lips together ardently as her hands went to the blonde's hips. Tara moaned at the unexpected passion exhibited by the redhead, but like Willow, wasn't about to question it because the smaller girl's lips were soft but insistent on hers and her hands were starting to caress her sides in a manner that made her whole body tingle with delight.
"I need you," Willow groaned suddenly as she popped the button on her wife's pants and plunged her hand into her panties, "Right now."
Tara gasped as she redhead wasted no time in rubbing two fingers against her clit, but her body instantly ached for more. She knew Willow was trying to build her up but it was completely unnecessary as she was more than primed already.
"Willow...you don't..." she gasped, thrusting her hips to try and indicate what she meant, "Oh god, inside, please."
Willow was surprised that her wife seemed ready so quickly put when she lowered her hand she found her entrance was indeed overflowing and eagerly pushed two fingers inside, burying her head in the crook of the blonde's neck and using her own hips to give the thrusts of her fingers more power.
"Oh god..." Tara moaned, using one hand to hold Willow's head to her and placed the other on her ass, encouraging her movements, "Oh fuck..."
The sound of soft moans from Tara and almost primal grunts from Willow as well as the steady ticking of the timer on the oven were the only sounds to filled the room for several minutes until Willow started to feel small flutters around her fingers and brought her mouth up to her wife's ear, nibbling on her lobe for a moment before speaking in a throaty whisper.
"I know you wanna, baby, I can feel it. Come for me, Tara."
Tara's face scrunched up in pleasure as her orgasm washed over her in waves, an elongated hitched breath the only audible indication of her pleasure. Willow gently removed her fingers when she felt the contractions die down but continued softly stroking her wife as her lips trailed from the blonde's ear across her cheek and to her lips.
"How do you do that?" Willow asked in awe after a moment, resting their foreheads together, "How do you get me so hot and heavy without even doing anything? You're so amazing."
She removed her hand from Tara's panties and sucked her fingers into her mouth, one by one, her eyes fluttering closed at the taste.
"And you taste...so good."
Tara looked on in wonder as well as her wife erotically tasted her and got a sudden, desperate need to taste as well. She quickly closed the button on her pants so they wouldn't fall off when she moved and, showing remarkable strength considering her legs still felt like jelly, grabbed the redhead's butt with both her hands and pushed forwards, lifting her onto the countertop of the island.
"What are you doing?" Willow asked, though she had a pretty good idea and felt herself begin to tingle with excitement.
"You taste incredible as well," Tara replied, bunching the smaller girl's skirt up around her waist and dragging her panties off her body, throwing them over her shoulder, glad she'd taken her shoes off when she came home since it avoided any barriers, "Too good not to taste."
Willow stretched her arms out behind her to balance herself as Tara hooked her legs over her shoulders and lowered her head.
"Ohhh baby," Willow moaned at the first feel of the blonde's tongue through her folds and arched her back into the touch, "That feels so good."
Tara explored her lover's core for a few moments, her tongue following the path she'd explored so many times before flicking it over the redhead's clit. She felt Willow buck into her and repeated the action until her wife's moans, though slightly muffled by the thighs around her ears, started getting uncontrollable and loud and she started moving her tongue down.
"Nooo," Willow whined for a moment at the loss of contact on her clit before she welt a warm and wet tongue push inside her and gasped, "Yes, yes, oh god, yes, please, yes."
Willow could feel beads of sweat start to gather on her brow as Tara's tongue fucked her fast and deep, curling at every thrust to reach her sweet spot and shut her eyes tight in anticipation of the building eruption inside her.
"Baby, I'm...ah! Oh god, I'm so close."
She clamped her thighs tight around the blonde's head and felt her toes curl just before her orgasm hit her with an overwhelming force and she rode out the rays of pleasure, her wife's tongue continuing in its quest to please her, extending her bliss for as long as possible.
"Tara...Tara..."
Tara gently lifted her lover's legs off her shoulders when she heard her name being called and straightened her own body, leaning over the island to kiss Willow softly. Willow moaned at the taste of herself combined with the lingering taste of Tara that had still been in her mouth.
"That was incredible," Willow giggled when they pulled apart, "Wow."
"Mmhh, for me too," Tara murmured, going in for another kiss.
They stayed kissing for another minute until the shrill sound of the doorbell made them spring apart.
"Oh god, that's Dad," Willow said, jumping off the island and straightening her shirt.
"I'll get it," Tara said and went to leave the kitchen, before Willow pulled her back.
"Tara, wipe your mouth!"
Tara's eyes widened and she brought her hand up, wiping her mouth, before looking down and making sure her clothes were all straight, then grinning back up at her wife.
"I don't have an 'I totally just did your daughter on the kitchen counter' look on my face do I?"
"Tara, that's not funny!" Willow replied, but she had a small grin playing on her lips as well and pulled the blonde in for a quick kiss, "I love you. Now answer the door."
Tara left the kitchen and Willow quickly washed her hands and splashed her face with water to get rid of the flush she knew would be on there before turning just in time to see her father walk in the kitchen with her wife. She walked over and gave him a hug.
"Thanks for coming, Dad. Happy Hanukkah."