"That's the last of our Christmas movies. Unless you count Die Hard."
"Which I don't," Tara answered, turning off the television with the remote and stretching slightly from her position on the soda, cuddled up with her wife, "We've been watching movies all day. Want to just talk?"
"Sure," Willow answered, looking up from where she was lying between the blonde's legs, "I love snuggling with you."
"Me too," Tara replied as she dropped a kiss on top of the smaller girl's head before glancing off to the side, "Fire needs more wood."
Willow grumbled.
"You do it."
"Nuh uh," Tara shook her head as her arm leisurely ran up and down the redhead's arm, "You're on the fire, I'm on the cocoa, remember?"
"In that case," Willow grinned before loudly slurping the last of the dark liquid in her mug and holding it out, "I need more cocoa."
Tara rolled her eyes and took the mug.
"You did that on purpose."
"Yep," Willow replied as she jumped up and went over to kneel by the fire, "If I have to get up from cosy snuggles, you do too."
"Fine, fine," Tara replied, standing up and stretching her back for a moment with a small sound of satisfaction, "I'll go make some more."
Willow heard her wife leave the room and threw some more wood on the fire, putting her hands in front of it and letting the warmth spread through her. She glanced towards the window and smiled when she saw a light shower of snow falling down to the ground from the darkened late-afternoon sky.
All day fireside snuggles are the best.
She stood up and was about to go sit back down on the sofa to wait for her wife and her delicious cocoa when an idea popped into her head and a large grin broke out on her face. She quietly walked out of the living room and peered into the kitchen, seeing Tara stirring a pot on the stove whilst she hummed.
Satisfied that the blonde would be kept busy for at least a few minutes she scurried upstairs, though on her tiptoes, making sure to skip the third step that always squeaked and ran into their bedroom. She took the two pillows and tucked them under her arm before grabbing the blanket from the end of the bed and bringing them downstairs as quietly as she had been going up, smiling when she heard Tara still humming in the kitchen.
She walked over to the fire and dropped the pillows on the floor before kneeling down and spreading the blanket out evenly, placing the pillows side-by-side on top. She stood up and jumped up and down on the balls of her feet in excitement for a few moments before moving to turn off the lamp that was providing the only light in the room and pulling the curtains closed so only the glow from the fire illuminated the room.
"Candles?" she murmured to herself before shaking her head, "No, just the fire."
She threw another couple of logs on the blazing flames to make sure it would stay burning for awhile before she began peeling her clothes off and giddily folding them into a neat pile by the coffee table. She then lay down on the blanket and experimented with a few positions before settling for simply lying on her side, propped up on her elbow with her top leg slightly bent so that it covered her modestly while she waited for Tara to return, which she did just a few minutes later.
"We're out of marshmallows so enjoy this...one..." Tara trailed off, her eyes going wide as she took in the sight of the redhead, "Does, um...does this mean you don't want your cocoa?"
"I can think of something else to keep me warm," Willow smiled sweetly while adjusting her top leg just enough to give her wife a tantalising view of herself, "If you'd like to...join?"
Tara could only nod wordlessly and quickly set down the mugs before scurrying over to the blanket and sliding onto her knees.
"Ah, ah," Willow shook her head with a smile as she got onto her knees as well in front of her wife, "This is a no-clothing zone. Let me help you with that."
Willow ran her fingers down the back of the blonde's neck and slipped the sweater – her sweater, really, but both women had shared clothes on multiple occasions so Willow didn't really differentiate – over her shoulders and let it fall to the floor.
"Arms up," she whispered and Tara complied straight away, "That's my girl."
"Your girl," Tara breathed as she felt her shirt being pulled over her head, "All yours."
Willow ran her hands up her lover's arms and across her shoulders before slipping her hands behind and unsnapping her bra before taking a hold of the front of the fabric and pulling it off. She was about to throw it behind her when Tara suddenly grabbed her arm and stopped her.
"That's my favourite bra," she murmured, her gaze shamelessly fixed downwards on the redhead's pert breasts, "Please don't throw it in the fire."
"Whoops," Willow grinned, throwing the bra forwards, away from the fire, and brought her hands down to undo the button of her wife's pants, "I was distracted from the blazing fire by...well, another kind of blazing fire."
Tara felt her heart begin to pound in her chest.
"Willow, I want you," she moaned and tried to push the redhead back onto the blanket but Willow once again stopped her.
"I told you. No clothes zone."
Tara groaned in frustration before standing up and pulling her pants and panties off in a flash movement, then lunged at Willow and pinned her to the blanket.
"Whoa, Willow likey," Willow said with a waggle of her eyebrows as she stared up at the blonde, "Hello, Take-Charge Tara."
"Hello, sexy goddess," Tara murmured in response as she dropped her head into her wife's neck.
Willow let out a small moan as the blonde started nibbling on her earlobe and wrapped her arms around her wife's waist, letting her hands idly fall down to fondle the flesh of her ass.
"You taste like strawberries," Tara whispered as her hands did their own exploring along the redhead's body.
"I got new lotion," Willow replied offhandedly, "Strawberry scented."
"Really?" Tara asked, pulling back, interested, "'Cause I've been thinking your skin has been even softer than usual."
"You have?" Willow replied happily, "Yea, I noticed the old one was kinda doing nothing for me anymore, I think my skin just got too used to it. So you like this one?"
"Definitely," Tara nodded, "Can I try some too? Is it expensive?"
Willow shook her head, suddenly looking excited.
"No, it's really cheap, we could probably save like $50 bucks a month if we both started using this one, but that's only if you like it. I would have suggested it before but I know you like the one you have now."
"Yea, I do," Tara agreed with a smile, "But it wouldn't hurt to try this one either. I can always just keep using the one I have now if it doesn't suit."
"That's true," Willow nodded agreeably before giving a sudden shake of her head, "Tara, what the hell are we doing? Less girlie, more wifey!"
Tara snapped to attention then as well, her body and mind suddenly remembering the quite palpable presence of a naked-Willow beneath her and she grabbed a hold of her wife's hip.
"The things I want to do to your body..."
"Welcome back, Take-Charge Tara," Willow muttered in response before gesturing down her body, "Do whatever you like."
Tara dropped her head onto the smaller girl's chest and began placing warm, wet kisses along the skin there.
"I am gonna lick you...and fuck you...and suck you dry."
Willow felt a series of shivers run up her spine and exhaled a shaky breath.
"That...that sounds good."
She watched as Tara's head continued to move south and felt her chest begin to heave as the blonde settled between her legs and a warm tongue started swirling around her inner thighs, lapping at the arousal that had spilled out there.
"Lick you..." Tara murmured as her tongue worked its way inwards until she gave her wife's core a long, languid lick.
"Yes!" Willow called out in a horse whisper and bucked her hips, "And...and...fuck me..."
Tara grinned and brought her hand up, letting her fingers slide along the redhead's lips teasingly before slowly entering her with two.
"And suck you dry."
Willow groaned loudly as Tara dropped her head and began sucking on her clit, the blonde's fingers moved in and out in a wonderfully deep but slow pace. Tara's sucking motions mirrored her fingers as she drew out each movement for as long as possible, always running her tongue along the sensitive tip of her lover's pleasure nub as she simultaneously entered her to give the redhead as much pleasure as possible.
"Mmhh...Oh!...Oh, Tara...Mmhh..."
Willow grunted as Tara's fingers delved particularly deep and strained her neck back against the pillow as she started hitting against her sweet spot. Her hand reached down to entwine it firmly in her lover's hair and held her in place. She could feel a steady pulse of pleasure coming from her core and spreading throughout her entire body, creating a tension that she knew would break soon.
"So close, baby..."
Tara quickened the pace of her fingers and worked her jaw as fast as she could as she felt her wife begin to erupt, the hand in her hair tightening and the thighs either side of her ears trembling.
"Oh...Oh...Tara..."
Tara continued to work her mouth and hand at just the right pace Willow liked until she felt the smallest of contractions against the tips of her fingers and quickly replaced them with her tongue.
"Ah! Tara, yes!"
Willow let out a long, guttural moan as she rode out the waves of her orgasm on her wife's tongue until a final, long shudder went up her back and her limbs went limp. She was vaguely aware of the feeling of soft licks against her sated flesh before lips were kissing hers and she was brought back into awareness.
She responded gently for a few moments before Tara pulled away and kissed down to her ear before whispering in it.
"This is so romantic."
Willow smiled and ran her hands down her lover's back. She loved when the aggressive side of her wife made its appearance in their love life but she also loved that Tara could so easily switch back to her calmer, more controlled self and let out a satisfied sigh.
"Why haven't we ever made love by the fire before?"
"I have no idea," Tara replied as she kissed along the smaller girl's throat to the other side of her neck, "Because this is wonderful."
"You're wonderful," Willow responded, tilting her neck to the side to give the blonde more room.
She let her neck be adored for a few more moments before she gently pulled the taller girl up and pressed their lips together. She felt Tara cup one of her cheeks and smoothly rolled them as the kiss deepened, letting one of her legs fall between her wife's.
Tara wrapped her arms around the redhead's neck as they kissed deeply and let her hands run up and down her lover's back, luxuriating in the feel of Willow's soft skin beneath her fingertips.
"You're so soft..." she breathed between kisses.
"My lotion," Willow replied and Tara gave a small laugh.
"Let's not get sidetracked by that again."
"Uh huh," Willow responded, moving her lips across her wife's jawline, "There's much better things our mouths could be doing."
"Mmhh," Tara made a noise of agreement and pleasure and spotted the small hickey she'd left on the smaller girl the night before, "I need a matching one of those."
"One of what?" Willow asked but understood without needing explanation when the blonde started sucking on the mark she knew was on her neck, "Oh yes. Mmhh...yea, you definitely need one too."
She latched onto her lover's pulsepoint and began sucking and nipping with vigour, expertly leaving her mark on Tara's milky-white skin to show the world that they belonged to each other.
"Oh Willow, I love you," Tara gushed as her hips started rolling themselves of their own accord against the redhead's thigh, "I love you so much."
Willow gave her wife's skin a final nibble and raised her head to smile down at her radiant lover.
"I adore you," she whispered and began moving her thigh against the blonde's rolling hips, "I absolutely adore you. Everything about you."
Tara felt her breath catch in her throat. She wasn't sure if it was from the redhead's sensuous tone, her actual words, the way her thigh was providing her with a delicious amount of friction or the way the fire was illuminating her facial features with the softest glow but she knew that it was all bounding together and making her feel nerve endings jump in delightful pleasure.
"Willow, together," she said breathlessly and exhaled slowly when she felt the smaller girl's heated flesh start to slide against her thigh, "Oh...umm...mmhh...oh I love you."
"I love you too, Tara," Willow replied with an errant groan, "I love making love with you. Being your lover. Being your wife. Being your-"
"Everything!" Tara called out with a sharp gasp as an unexpected orgasm suddenly tumbled through her, making her toes curl, "Willow!"
Willow watched as her wife reached the heights of their passion and moved herself more instantly against the blonde's thigh. The combined sensations, as well as the fact that she was extra sensitive from the attentions Tara had already given her, meant it only took a few moments for her begin to shudder and shake in ecstasy.
"Wow," she said with soft, satisfied moan as she rolled off of her wife and onto the spot on the blanket beside her, "Wow."
"That was really wonderful," Tara replied as she regained control of her breathing, then turned her head to look at the redhead, "You're so beautiful all lit up by the firelight."
"You're beautiful," Willow responded in a lethargic but happy tone, "In firelight. And sunlight. And moonlight. And, um...UV light."
Tara laughed.
"Have you ever looked at me under UV light?"
"No," Willow mumbled, "But it doesn't matter. There's no situation or lighting structure where you're not beautiful."
Tara sluggishly turned her body onto her side and leaned down to place a warm and loving kiss against her wife's lips before glancing over at the fireplace with a grin.
"We really need to set fires more often."