"So where are we going?"
"Do you trust me?" Willow asked in response, turning her head as they stopped at a red light.
"Of course," Tara answered automatically, before sighing, "You're not gonna tell me, are you?"
"We're almost there," Willow said in answer but with a reassuring smile, before leaning over and placing a hand on the blonde's upper thigh and squeezing it as their lips met firmly, "You'll like it."
Tara nodded, not able to form a coherent thought as the feel of the redhead's hand so close to her center had sent a jolt of arousal through her. She opened her window to cool herself down; an action that didn't go unnoticed by the redhead who grinned that she was able to have that affect.
"Feeling a little hot, baby?" she asked as the light when green and she continued on the way to their destination, "You're looking a little flush."
"I'm fine," Tara replied, shifting in her seat, "It's just hot out."
"Uh huh. It's hot out. In December," Willow chuckled, but was stopped from issuing out any more teasing as she saw the turn off for where they were heading, "Close your eyes."
"What?"
Willow slowed the car slightly so Tara wouldn't see where they were going.
"Close your eyes. Please?"
Tara sighed but complied, never able to resist her wife anything and felt the car go over a couple of speed bumps and go uphill for a minute or so before it came to halt and she heard the engine being turned off.
"Can I open now?"
"Just a sec," Willow replied and Tara felt her own seatbelt being unhooked and some shuffling before she heard the radio being turned on and some easy listening music began softly floating throughout the car, "Okay, open."
Tara opened her eyes and gasped softly as she took in the view directly in front of them. They were on some kind of hill, directly overlooking the entire city of Buffalo, the lights twinkling in the darkness and a shimmer from the water reflected in the moonlight.
"Willow, this is beautiful," she said, gazing out the window, "How did you find this place?"
"Jesse told me about it. He said it was one of the only places you could see the whole city," Willow replied, leaving out the part where he said that bringing a girl there was a 'sure-fire way to get her panties off', since that wasn't why she brought her wife there. Not that she'd protest if it happened to go that way, however, but still, "It's really pretty, isn't it?"
"It's magnificent," Tara breathed before turning her head, "You're magnificent."
Willow beamed and they met for a series of sweet kisses. The sweetness started to turn more heated slowly, as Tara ran her tongue along the redhead's bottom lip, asking for entrance, which she was readily given and started a duel in Willow's mouth. Their bodies instinctively moved closer together but they were restrained by their seating arrangement, until Tara pulled back, her breathing heavy and tone low as she gave a suggestive half-smile.
"Wanna move this to the backseat?"
"Really?" Willow asked, her eyes widening and her head nodding enthusiastically.
Damn, Jesse was right.
They both climbed into the backseat and their lips quickly met again, soft giggles coming out between kisses.
"I feel like a teenager," Tara giggled as Willow's hands began unbuttoning her shirt, "Like we're at the local make-out point or something."
"You didn't see the cars along the way when we were driving up," Willow grinned, "I think that maybe we are."
Tara scrunched up her nose.
"Really? God, we're probably the oldest people here."
"We could pretend we're teenagers..." Willow replied, her gaze dropped to the blonde's lips.
"I dunno," Tara grinned, "I don't think highschool-me would've let you get past second base."
Willow looked up and raised an eyebrow, a smirk playing on her lips.
"College-you didn't let me get past second base for quite a while either, remember? Uh, not that I'm bringing up old grievances or anything," she said quickly, remembering they'd discussed it earlier that day already, "I liked that we took our time getting you know, there. It made it extra special."
Tara blushed; she had always been the shy one in the beginning stages of their relationship, despite their mutual level of inexperience and had always put a halt to things when their make-out sessions started to get too heated, nervous about showing herself. Willow, however, had been ever-patient and reassured her how beautiful she was until she was ready to go further.
Even if they joked now about how reserved Tara had been in their early days and how 'pushy' Willow had been (though really, she hadn't, just eager), neither would have changed the progression of their relationship for anything.
"Yea, well. I was nervous. But you were kind and patient..." she replied, cupping one of the redhead's cheeks, "And you made me feel beautiful."
Willow leaned them over so she was hovering over the blonde and gazed into her eyes.
"That's cause you are," she whispered, nuzzling her wife's nose, "And just for the record, I was nervous as hell, too. You know, I'm not liking this teenager idea anymore. I'd much prefer to make love to the gorgeous, strong, amazing woman I fell in love with. The one I married. The one who completes me."
"I'd like that, too," Tara whispered back, her eyes shining, "Even if technically you were a teenager when we met. You were still nineteen."
Willow grinned.
"Well I was 20 before you let me see your boobs."
"Oh my god, enough," Tara replied jokingly and grabbed both sides of her shirt, pulling the buttons apart roughly, "Now, look all you want, touch all you want. Have I made up for denying you for so long?"
Willow resisted the urge to drop her gaze, instead content to just stare into Tara's eyes.
"You loved me. You never denied me a thing. You gave me everything."
Tara felt a rush of love swell in her heart and leaned forwards for a tender kiss. Willow's hands made their way to the blonde's neck, massaging her skin lightly as they softly kissed.
Tara cupped the back of Willow's head and moaned as the kiss deepened almost straight away, before letting her hands drift down to pull at the end of the redhead's t-shirt and whipped it over her head, hitting her arm on the roof in the process.
"You okay?" Willow asked, coming up for air when she heard the bang.
"Yea," Tara breathed, moving to unhook the smaller girl's bra as well, "More kissing."
They resumed the kiss as Willow threw her bra off her body and quickly rid Tara of hers before she brought her body down so their breasts rubbed together, making them both moan. Tara ran her hands up and down the redhead's back as their clothed lower-halves started grinding against each other, both desperately seeking some kind of contact. Willow brought her hand between them and snapped open both of their jeans buttons. Tara felt the redhead wriggling her lower half so her pants fell around her ankles.
The blonde tried to copy the action but her position and the tight constraints of their surroundings made it impossible. Getting an idea, she quickly dragged the redhead's panties down to meet her jeans and flipped them so she was on top and able to shimmy her jeans to her ankles as well. She felt her own panties fall down her legs by the hand of her wife and gasped, pulling away from the kiss, when barely a second later, two fingers plunged inside her.
"Mmhh..." she groaned as she placed her palms flat on the seat of the car, either side of Willow's head and began moving her hips in time with the smaller girl's fingers, "So good."
Willow closed her eyes at the feel of the tight heat surrounding her fingers and listened to the sound of Tara's soft moans above her, delighting in the fact that she was the one who was causing them until the arousal coursing through her from having the blonde, naked and writing above her got too much for her to bear.
"Tara, I need you too, baby, please."
Tara heard the redhead's pleas through the hazy cloud of her own desire and moved one of her hands down, groaning in delight when she felt just how slick Willow was.
"God, you're wet."
"God has nothing to do with it, baby," Willow panted, "All you."
Tara groaned again and gathered some of the moisture around her fingers, then gently began circling the smaller girl's entrance feeling her internal muscles rippling, trying to pull her inside, which was apparently the same thing Willow had in mind.
"Tara, inside! I'll beg if you want me to, baby, please, please make love to me, I can't stand it any longer, I need you inside m – ugh!"
Willow arched her entire body as she felt three long fingers thrust inside her, filling her completely. She moaned before cupping Tara's cheek, bringing her down for a kiss filled with passion and love as their lower halves rocked and their fingers worked their magic inside each other. They pulled away when the need for oxygen became too great but rested their foreheads together, both gazing into each other's eyes.
"I love you, sweetheart," Tara said softly, her eyes glazing and thighs twitching as she felt Willow's thumb come up to flick against her clit.
"I love you too, Tara."
"I'm-"
"I know. Together."
Tara nodded and brought her own thumb up against the redhead's hard nub. It only took a few flicks from both of them until they were crashing over the edge together, their eyes locked on each other as they both stiffened and fell into the abyss. Tara collapsed on top of the redhead a moment later, both their chests heaving as they took lungfuls of air.
"We steamed up the windows," Willow giggled a moment later once she'd recovered, "I thought that only happened in the movies."
"So we did," Tara replied as she looked up at the window, "Can't say I'm surprised. That was hot."
"Mmhh, know what'd make it hotter?"
Tara grinned and nodded, lifting her hips as she removed her fingers from her wife and brought them up her mouth, watching as Willow did the same. When both had licked the other's juices clean from their fingers they met in a warm kiss, tasting each other and themselves. They broke apart with a smile and both started quietly pulling their clothes back on, lying in the backseat of the car having become somewhat uncomfortable.
"You know, we never need to pretend we're teenagers," Willow said as she straightened her t-shirt and watched Tara begin to button up hers, "'Cause you make me feel like one every time I kiss you."
Tara finished buttoning her shirt and pulled her hair out from under her collar before cupping Willow's cheek and leaning over for a gentle kiss.
"I know exactly what you mean."
Willow grinned and shuffled forwards, settling herself on Tara's lap and wrapping her arms around the blonde's neck.
"You trying to start something?" Tara asked, raising an eyebrow and matching her wife's grin, "Already?"
"Dunno," Willow murmured as she leant in to let their lips meet, "But I know I don't wanna stop kissing you. Like I said. Teenager."
Willow didn't know if she would actually be ready for round two so quickly but she couldn't face not touching Tara in some way and kissing her wife was one of her favourite pastimes. Still it wasn't long before their hands began roaming, less frantic than before, but still with a wanton sense of need, as Tara's shirt once again found its way to the floor as Willow's hands cupped her bra-clad breasts.
They were both totally lost in the soft touch and feel of each other, and so were completely shocked when a knock came on the back window. Willow sprung herself off the blonde's lap and saw a flashlight shining in the window, so quickly threw Tara's shirt towards her. The blonde covered herself up, her arms crossed over her chest and her breathing laboured as Willow rolled down the window.
"Um, good evening ma'am," the man outside the window said, holding up a police badge which made Willow's eyes widen in horror, "This is a restricted area, you can't park up here."
"Oh," Willow replied, still in shock, "Um, right. Sorry. Didn't know that."
"That's okay," the officer replied, glancing into the car and clearing his throat when he took in the dishevelled appearance of both girls. He was used to catching couples in various state of undress when he patrolled these particular parts, had caught a few already tonight, as it was known to be a popular secluded spot, which was the reason the county had recently made it off-limits to parking, hoping it would deter the underage and public sex acts they knew were happening there. But those couples were normally a lot younger, "Everything alright here?"
"Yep," Willow responded, her voice high-pitched, "Just fine and dandy. We'll, um, we'll leave right now. You know, just as soon as we get back in the... front seat."
Tara winced at the redhead's words and just the situation in general, but internalised her groan so as to not draw even more attention to herself.
"Thank you, I'd appreciate it," the officer said, straightening himself up, "Drive safe."
Willow nodded weakly.
"We will."
The officer smiled and walked off again, Willow rolling up the window and falling back against the seat, groaning.
"Please tell me we didn't just get caught making out by the cops and told to move on."
Tara exhaled loudly and nodded her head.
"I'm pretty sure that's what just happened. And I'm pretty sure he saw me topless."
Willow groaned again and held her head in her hands, mumbling the same phrase over and over again.
"I'm gonna kill Jesse."