"And...last plate," Tara said happily as she held the last dish out from the dishwasher and handing it to her wife, who was putting them back in the cupboard, "Emptying this is so much easier with two people."
"Well aren't you lucky that you found someone who vowed to be by your side in everything you do," Willow grinned, closing the cupboard as the blonde closed the dishwasher and walking over to her, wrapping her arms around her waist, "And that includes all menial household chores."
Tara smiled back and leant down so their lips gently met for a few moments.
"Happy Hanukkah," Tara said softly when they pulled apart.
"That was the best first day of Hanukkah ever," Willow replied, still smiling, "It was really nice spending it with Dad again. Not that I haven't loved all the holidays we've spent together."
Tara just quietly nuzzled their noses together.
"I know. But it can only add to the occasion having someone else who loves you around. And your father adores you."
"He adores you too, baby," Willow replied, going in for a quick kiss, "He really meant what he said when we were lighting the candle."
Tara felt herself get choked up all over again as she remembered how Ira had referred to her as his 'other daughter'.
"I know," she whispered, before clearing her throat self-consciously, "And it was very sweet of him to bring the gelt."
"I haven't gotten chocolate coins since I was a little kid," Willow replied, scrunching up her nose adorably, before a cheeky grin broke out on her face, "You ah...wanna play with the dreidel?"
"With the chocolate?" Tara asked innocently, though her grin matched her wife's.
Willow gave a coy shrug.
"We can use the chocolate...or we can play our version."
"Our version," Tara nodded enthusiastically.
"Race ya," Willow smirked, releasing herself from their embrace and running off.
Tara stared after her wife for just a moment before rushing after the redhead, following her up the stairs and into their bedroom where she crashed into the smaller girl and let them fall back onto the bed, their lips meeting hungrily.
"Mmhh, we're...mmhhh..." Willow tried to speak but kept going back to the blonde's lips before pulling away completely, "We're getting carried away."
Tara dropped her gaze for a moment and took a deep breath before rolling off the redhead.
"You're right. I wanna play our game."
"Excellent," Willow grinned, sitting up before frowning, "Shit, where the hell's the dreidel? Did we even pack it when we moved?"
"Oh, um..." Tara replied, resting her hands on her stomach, "I saw it when I was getting the menorah set up...um...oh, I put it in the drawer in the coffee table."
Willow jumped up and started moving out of the room.
"Be right back!"
Tara smiled and closed her eyes for a moment as she felt the tingle in her lips from the kiss until she heard her wife's voice again.
"One dreidel, ready to be spun for our sexy good times."
Tara sat up completely and grinned.
"One wife, ready to engage in our sexy good times."
Willow bit her lip excitedly and walked over to the bed, sitting on the mattress with her legs underneath her. Tara swung her legs onto the bed as well and grabbed the hardback book on her nightstand, putting it between them.
"You remember the rules?" Willow asked, giving the dreidel a practice spin on the book.
The rules were pretty simple for their version of the game. They involved: getting to choose an article of clothing for the other player to take off if the dreidel landed with the Gimel side up; the other player only half-removing an article (such as unbuttoning their shirt but not removing it, or taking off one sock) if the Hey side came up; having to take off an article of your own clothing if it landed on the Shin side, or, like the actual game, if the Nun side came up, nothing happened and the next player spins.
The 'loser' was the first person to be completely naked.
"Of course," Tara replied with a wink, "You ready to take all your clothes off?"
"Yes," Willow grinned, before sticking out her tongue, "But you're gonna be naked first. And just to prove how confident I am, you can go first."
Willow handed the wooden toy across the bed and Tara took it, before cockily placing it on the book and with a flick of her wrist spun it around. Her cockiness faltered when it landed on the 'Shin' side.
"Ha," Willow said with a huge smile, before speaking in a sing-song voice, "You have to take something off."
"I know," Tara grumbled, pulling her socks off and throwing them on the floor, "Your turn."
Willow picked the dreidel up and held it between her hands, bringing it up to her mouth and blowing on it for luck, before spinning in on the book. She punched a hand up in the air triumphantly when it landed 'Gimel' side up.
"Oh, yea! Say goodbye to Mr. Shirt, baby."
Tara exhaled slowly before unbuttoning her shirt and slipping it over her shoulders, letting it join her socks.
"Mmhh, hello ladies," Willow shamelessly leered, "Don't worry, I'm gonna have you out of that confining bra in no time."
"Don't get so smug, missy," Tara retorted and grabbed the dreidel, spinning and staring in disbelief as the 'Shin' side came up again, "Son of a..."
Willow giggled and bounced on the bed excitedly. It turned out she had every reason to be smug, since just a few minutes later, Tara was sitting there in just her panties, while Willow had only had to take off one sock.
"Come on dreidel, give me naked-Tara," Willow whispered as she got ready to spin and squealed when it landed on the 'Gimel' side for her yet again, "Yes! Panties off, Tara. I get to see everything."
Tara begrudgingly stood up and dragged her panties off her body, leaving them with her pile of clothing before sitting back on the bed, arms across her chest.
"Hey now, no hiding the goods," Willow grinned, batting the blonde's arms away from her chest, "Somebody's a sore loser."
"I'm not a sore loser," Tara retorted indignantly, "I've just never lost before."
"First time for everything," Willow replied, with a laugh before leaning over the taller girl to put the book and dreidel back on the nightstand, then moving so she was hovering over her wife, their faces just inches apart, "But you know...I mean, technically you came in second place. And second place deserves a prize too."
"What..." Tara tried to speak but found the moisture gone from Willow's close proximity to her, so she cleared her throat, "What did you have in mind?"
Willow ran a hand slowly down the blonde's side before grabbing her hip.
"How about...I strip for you," she said, before punctuating the rest of her words with soft kisses, "Nice. And. Slowly."
Tara's breath hitched and she could only manage a small nod.
"Yea. Yes. Please."
"Yea?" Willow asked with a seductive grin, "You want...music?"
Tara could only nod again and Willow reached into the drawer of the nightstand, taking out the small remote for the stereo in their room and turning her head and pressing the 'on' button, then the 'play' button a moment later, smiling when a steady, soft beat started ringing throughout the room.
She put the controller back on the nightstand before leaning down and sensually licking her wife's lips, then reached a hand down and twirled a finger in the blonde's core, gathering the arousal that had already built there and bringing it back up to her mouth, sucking it between her lips.
"Mmhh," she moaned before looking down at Tara, "Just needed a little... encouragement."
Tara gulped, feeling a fresh surge of wetness pool between her legs and watched as Willow jumped off of the bed and stepped a few feet away from her. She turned onto her side and couldn't help squeezing her legs together to give herself some temporary relief as she saw Willow's hands drop to the end of her shirt, a salacious grin never leaving her face.
"You want this off, baby?" Willow teased, toying with the button under her hands, "Wanna see my nice, smooth stomach?"
"Yes," Tara croaked, "Please."
Willow started to sway slightly to the music as she moved her hands up her shirt, undoing each button slowly and delicately. She kept her eyes locked on Tara's face - though the blonde wasn't looking back at her, her gaze fixed on the redhead's hands – enjoying seeing how aroused her wife was getting from her little show.
She undid her top button and shrugged her shirt over her shoulders, seeing Tara lick her lips in response to her topless form. She reached behind herself and snapped the hook of her bra open, but held the material to her chest, letting the straps fall down her arms. She saw her wife bit her lip in anticipation, before a quiet moan left her lips when Willow let her bra drop to the floor completely.
Willow knew her nipples were already standing at attention, partially from the slight chill in the air but mostly because she had an unadulterated view of Tara's nude form. She ran her hand down her chest and lightly pinched her own nipple, moaning softly as her other hand moved to the button of her pants.
Tara had to squeeze her legs together again, repeatedly this time, as she felt her clit begin to throb mercilessly at the sight of Willow touching herself. She felt herself start to get flushed as the redhead dropped and stepped out of her pants, leaving her in just her panties.
"Willow, please," she said throatily, unable to hide the plea in her voice, "Take them off."
Willow grinned and hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her panties.
"What, these?"
"Yes," Tara groaned, "Please. I want you naked."
"Naked, huh? And what are you gonna do with me once I'm naked?"
"Anything you want," Tara replied breathlessly.
Willow grinned wildly at that response and dragged her panties down her legs, flinging them at Tara when she stepped out of them. The blonde brought the fabric up to her nose and inhaled the scent deeply before dropping the again. She was about to no less than demand Willow get over to her when she noticed something and starting giggling.
Willow stopped in her tracks from where she was about to jump back on top of her wife and frowned. Why was Tara giggling? Sure, they'd had many, many times when their lovemaking had turned silly and had laughed a lot, but she'd been trying to be sexy before. And she'd thought she had been, but giggling was not a sign of sexiness.
"What's so funny?" Willow asked defensively, covering her chest self-consciously, "I was trying to be sexy."
"Hmm?" Tara asked with another giggle, before seeing the hurt look on her wife's face, "Oh, sweetie, it's just...you're still wearing the one sock."
Willow looked down and had to smile when she saw she was still wearing just one sock, the other being the only article of clothing she'd taken off during their game. She quickly whipped it off and threw it over her shoulder before pouncing on top of her wife and rubbing their bodies together.
"Mmhh," Tara moaned at the contact, before giving the redhead a smirk, "And you were sexy, by the way. Very, very sexy."
"Yea?" Willow asked with a grin before slipping her thigh between the blonde's legs and feeling her abundant wetness, "Oh yea. You liked it. A lot."
"Yes. I. Did," Tara punctuated each word with a kiss as she instinctively began rubbing herself against her wife's thigh, "Mmhh, that's good."
Willow started moving her thigh against her lover as well as she playfully nipped at her lips with her teeth. Tara moaned and clutched at the smaller girl's shoulders, taking deep breaths to try and calm herself down. Willow noticed and moved her thigh more firmly.
"Don't fight it, baby."
"Too fast," Tara groaned as she felt the tension start to rise from her stomach, having been turned on to exponential levels by her wife's strip tease.
Willow grunted and shook her head.
"No, I wanna feel you come all over me. Come on, baby, please, I want it."
Tara nodded, never one to deny her wife anything and quickened the pace of her rubbing for a moment before roughly grabbing the back of Willow's head and bringing their mouths together in a fierce kiss.
Willow hungrily duelled with her lover's tongue as her hands went to grip Tara's hips beneath her body, pulling them insistently against her thigh. She felt the blonde forcefully grab fistfuls of her hair before Tara threw her head back against the pillows, breaking the kiss and crying out loudly.
"Willowwwww!"
Willow grunted again in satisfaction as she watched Tara's face break out in ecstasy and felt a rush of juices on her thigh and gradually slowed her movements until she was just resting against her wife.
"Mmhh, so good, Willow," Tara said lazily, her eyes closed as she felt the warmth of her afterglow flow through her.
"Yea," Willow replied, breathless and desire-ridden, "You're so hot. And you got me all dirty."
Tara's eyes fluttered open and she gave her wife a sultry half-smile.
"Want me to...clean you up?"
Willow's eyes lit up and she nodded, her face giddy and expectant. Tara took just a moment to gather herself before rolling her wife over so she was top and kissing her tenderly. The redhead was surprised by the sudden change in urgency but felt a flurry of new emotions; of love and adoration flow through her as the blonde kissed her softly.
"I love you," Tara whispered quietly before she started lightly kissing down the smaller girl's body.
"I love you too," Willow whispered back with just as much emotion until Tara latched onto one of her nipples and she gasped.
The urgency was back.
"Mmhh, Tara..."
Tara greedily palmed the breast that her lips weren't attached to before switching sides and pinching the saliva-coated nipple she'd just abandoned, feeling Willow's hips buck beneath her at the contact. She released her hold on both of her lover's breasts and licked down the side of her stomach, around her hip before settling between her legs and eyeing Willow's glistening thigh.
She gathered her own hair and brushed it off to the side, before looking up and locking eyes with her wife, making sure she was watching as she began dragging her tongue along the remains of her pleasure.
Willow moaned as she watched Tara lick up her own juices; the combined sensation of the erotic scene playing out in front of her eyes and the blonde's tongue dancing around the skin of her thighs making her whole body hum with desire. She looked on as Tara began twirling her tongue around in teasing circles along her thigh before she couldn't take it any longer.
"Baby, you made somewhere else really wet too. You need to clean that up. Clean me up. Please."
Tara raised her head with a grin.
"And where exactly did I make you wet?"
Willow reached a hand down and used two fingers to spread her lips open, brazenly revealing herself to her lover.
"I think you can see."
"Mmhh, yes I can," Tara replied with a moan as she took in her wife's wet, pink flesh, "Yummy."
Tara wasted no time in quickly moving up and burying her face into the smaller girl's core, extending her tongue and licking the length of her repeatedly. Willow groaned and moved her hand away from herself, using it instead to hold her wife's head in place.
"God, baby, that feels so good..."
Tara eagerly wrapped her lips around the redhead's throbbing clit, sucking long and hard as Willow began shamelessly grinding her hips into the blonde's mouth. Low grunts left her mouth jolts of pleasure were sent throughout her body and she threw her legs over the taller girl's shoulders, crossing them on her wife's back and pulling her as close as was human possibly to her core.
Tara felt herself get pushed even further into Willow and moved her tongue down, plunging it inside her lover's entrance, probing as deep as she could. She felt the hand on her head entwine and tighten in her hair and dragged her tongue back, hitting against where she knew the redhead's sweet spot was.
"Fuck," Willow groaned, panting, "So close..."
Willow felt herself begin to break and relaxed into the bed as she waited for it to happen, letting the sensations from everywhere pool within her and consume her completely until finally a shockwave of sheer pleasure rocketed through her, ricocheting from nerve to nerve. Her body tensed; her legs and hand keeping Tara firmly in place until she calmed slightly and let her legs drop to the side.
"Amazing..." she mumbled, almost incoherently as Tara continued to ease her down gently.
Tara quietly enjoyed the rewards of her efforts as she tenderly attended to her wife until, with a final, languid lick, she raised her head and started kissing up the redhead's body.
"You could win a competition in that," Willow said sleepily as she felt soft kisses being placed on her neck, "'Cept, 'cept, that'd mean you'd have to do it to a lot of people and I don't want...uh uh, no, you're not allowed..."
"You are the only person my tongue has ever and will ever touch," Tara whispered into her wife's ear before kissing her lobe softly, "You sound sleepy, beautiful girl."
"Little," Willow replied, though her eyes were closed and her breath was already beginning to even out.
Tara smiled and lovingly wiped some of the redhead's sweaty hair from her brow before reaching down to the end of the bed and bringing the blanket up around them. She was about to wrap her arms around what she thought was her sleeping wife when Willow beat her to it and cuddled their bodies together, resting her head on Tara's shoulder, her eyes still closed.
"Love you, Tare-bear."
Tara squeezed the smaller girl tightly and placed a kiss on the back of her head.
"I love you too, sweetheart. Sleep now."
Willow sighed contentedly.
"Mmhh, yea, sleep. Up early tomorrow for car shopping."