"Hey there, beautiful."
Tara smiled as she felt Willow's head come to rest on her shoulder, the redhead kneeling behind her.
"Hi."
"I'm not disturbing you, am I?" Willow asked softly, "I know this is your quiet time."
"Of course not," Tara replied as she gently dug in the soil in front of her with a small hand-shovel, having gotten in the habits of dedicating Sunday mornings to gardening, "I made a fruit salad for breakfast before I came out here, the bowl's in the fridge if you want some."
"I saw. Looks yummy," Willow responded before placing a kiss behind her wife's ear and lowering her voice to a whisper, "Happy Valentine's Day."
Tara dropped the shovel in her hand and spun around on the grass so she was facing her wife.
"Oh Willow. I completely forgot. I'm so sorry."
"It's okay," Willow shrugged with a small smile, "I have our day all planned out anyway, so you didn't need to remember."
Tara pulled the redhead into a tight hug.
"Happy Valentine's Day, honey. I promise I'll make it up to you for not remembering."
"Tara, stop, so you forgot the date," Willow scoffed, closing the embrace warmly, "Doesn't matter. Just don't forget our wedding anniversary or I really will be pissed."
"Never," Tara promised before pulling back and placing a soft kiss on the redhead's lips, "I love you."
"I love you too," Willow replied promptly before biting her lip and waggling her eyebrows, "You know, yard sex would really make it up to me..."
Tara blushed but had a small grin on her face.
"Willow, you know we can't. The neighbours can see in here."
"Only the top of the yard," Willow replied excitedly, having only suggested the idea as a joke but very much liking it on reflection, "Not here. Come on baby, it'd be so hot. We've never had sex outside before."
"You're serious?" Tara asked, her heart beginning to race at the idea as she looked around and saw that the view from any neighbouring windows would indeed be cut off by the wall surrounding their yard and the awning that was suspended over the back of their house, "Right here?"
Willow just grabbed two fistfuls of her wife's shirt and crushed their lips together. They fell backwards onto the grass and the redhead's hands moved to grasp the blonde's hair as they kissed hungrily.
Tara wasted no time in moving her hand down, trying to get it under the waistband of the smaller girl's jeans but Willow yanked it away and pulled back from the kiss.
"Uh huh," she shook her head with lascivious grin, "Not yet. Wanna see you first."
"What?" Tara asked, trying to focus her lust-filled mind and leaning down for another kiss.
Willow kissed back eagerly for a few moments before pulling away again and pushing Tara upwards slightly.
"Show me."
Tara nervously looked over her shoulder as she realised what her wife meant.
"What if someone sees?"
"Then they'll see the hot piece of ass I married," Willow replied, possessively and with a growl, not caring how crass she sounded, "Get naked."
Tara gulped as she saw the fire burning in the redhead's eyes and hesitantly unbuttoned her sweater, shrugging it off her shoulders.
"I said naked," Willow said demandingly, more than a little turned on by the fact that they were outside and ripped the blonde's shirt over her head, snapping her bra off and throwing it behind her, "Mmhh, look at those perfect breasts."
Tara blushed and felt her nipples harden, both from the cold air and the preying look Willow was giving her. The redhead sat up and brazenly took one of her wife's nipples in her mouth as she roughly started yanking at the elasticised waistband of the taller girl's skirts, pulling them down the blonde's legs and taking her panties with them.
Tara kicked her shoes off, feeling silly with them being the only thing she was wearing and Willow pushed her back onto the grass, resuming their kiss as she greedily palmed Tara's breasts.
The blonde inhaled sharply as she felt the dewy grass against her naked back and butt and felt Willow start to nibble lightly on her bottom lip.
"Do you want me to take my clothes off too?" Willow asked seductively as she nibbled, "Both of us, stark naked, rolling around on the grass. You want that?"
Tara could only manage a small squeak of an answer.
"Yes."
"Mmhh, yea," Willow smirked, moving so she was straddling her wife and quickly removing all her clothes, before settling on top of her wife with a predatory leer, "Anyone could see me fucking you."
Tara knew there was relatively little chance of that happening but the small possibility and the way Willow was acting were turning her on beyond belief. A small cry left her lips when the redhead suddenly entered her without any preamble, two fingers filling her completely and Willow clamped a hand over her mouth.
"We have to be quiet baby," Willow whispered commandingly as she thrust her fingers in and out, "Fuck, you feel good."
Tara groaned loudly, muffled by the smaller girl's hand and bucked her hips wildly against her wife's fingers. Willow grunted softly and continued to leer down the blonde's naked body until she suddenly found herself on her back, fingers delving deeply into her body as well, the abruptness of the move shocking her senses completely.
"Oh fu-"
"Quiet," Tara growled and it was Willow's turn to feel desire shoot through her at the authoritative tone.
Tara dropped her head into her wife's shoulder and felt the smaller girl roughly clutch at her hair with her spare hand as their lower halves rocked together, fast and furious. Willow felt beads of sweat begin to form on her brow, her body on fire despite the cold outside temperature and let out a quiet, but long moan.
Tara raised her head at the moan and saw the redhead's eyes begin to glaze over.
"No, Willow, hang on," she whispered, grinding her hips more insistently against her wife's hand.
Willow groaned almost inaudibly; she'd been just about to let her release consume her when the blonde had spoken up.
"I can't," she whispered back with a small whimper.
Tara grunted as she tried to get her body high enough so that they could crash together.
"Come on, Will. You know how good it is together."
Willow knew and wanted them to come at the same time, so concentrated on letting the pressure build instead of releasing.
"Tara, please hurry," she said with another whimper, the look of steady determination on her wife's face making her ache to come even more palpable.
"I'm trying," Tara replied in a grunt, "Just...just one more minute. Please hold on."
Willow knew she was going to have to speed things along, she felt like she may have died if she didn't come soon, so she dropped her hand from the blonde's hair and dragged her nails down her back before bringing her palm down sharply against her lover's ass, making Tara jolt.
"You're so wet and tight," Willow spoke in a low, throaty tone into her wife's ear, before slipping a third finger inside the blonde, "Yea, you like that? You're taking me so deep. I'm so deep inside your pussy and you're gonna come all over me, I know you are. Your sweet pussy is just gonna explode-"
Willow cut herself off as she watched Tara begin to shake and shudder above her and felt her own body release in turn, her mouth opening in a silent cry until they collapsed into each other, bodies still trembling and their breathing coming in heavy gasps.
"The dirty talk always gets you there," Willow whispered after a moment with a quiet giggle as her hands ran up and down the blonde's sweaty back, "Mmhh, that was amazing."
"Uh huh," Tara weakly mumbled in agreement, still hazy, before lifting her head and focusing her mind, smiling down at her wife, "Thanks for holding on. And for, ah...helping me along."
"Enlightened self-interest, trust me," Willow muttered with a playful grin before her eyes suddenly widened, "Tara, we're naked! In our back yard!"
Tara smiled and cuddled her head under her wife's chin.
"I know."
"Tara!" Willow hissed, scrambling to get out from under her wife and trying to gather her clothes, "Anyone could see us!"
"It was your idea," Tara responded, pulling her shirt over her head as it was thrown at her, "Remember? 'Please, baby, it'd be so hot, we've never had sex outside before'."
Willow blushed and pulled her jeans over her legs.
"That was a terrible impression of me."
Tara rolled her eyes and fastened her skirt back around her waist and was about to walk back towards the house when Willow grabbed her and wrapped her arms around her waist.
"It was an okay impression," she admitted with a small smile, "And uh, that was hot."
Tara chuckled and leant her head down so their lips met leisurely.
"Happy Valentine's Day," she whispered into the kiss, "That was a pretty nice start to it."
"Yea, it was," Willow whispered back, "But the day's only starting."
"I love how you've planned our day," Tara murmured as Willow placed sweet kisses against her lips, "Wanna just go upstairs and spent the rest of the night in bed?"
Willow chuckled and just pressed her body further into Tara's as they lay alongside each other on the sofa, where they'd spent the majority of the day just kissing and whispering words of love to each other, neither trying to take it even further, content with just the intimacy of lips-on-lips.
They'd stopped only for bathroom breaks and to feed each other fruit from the salad bowl Tara had made that morning.
That hadn't been the redhead's explicit plan for the day, she'd only organised their Valentine's celebrations for the evening, but she was quite happy with how they had spent the romantic holiday so far.
"Can't," she murmured back after a moment, between kisses, "I actually have real plans for the evening."
"Do they involve kissing?" Tara asked softly before sighing contentedly, "I love kissing you."
Willow traced the outline of Tara's lips with her thumb.
"Me too. I could kiss you for hours."
Tara giggled and leant across for another kiss.
"We have been kissing for hours."
"Days, then. Weeks. Months. Years," Willow replied, punctuating each word with a kiss before pulling back and gazing down at her wife adoringly, "Forever."
"Forever," Tara smiled, "I'm in."
"Good," Willow grinned, "'Cause I hear divorce is really expensive."
Tara hit her wife playfully on the arm.
"We're never getting divorced. Don't even joke about it."
"I know," Willow replied softly, kissing a line down the bridge of the blonde's nose, "I could never give you up."
Tara got a shy smile on her face and cupped the back of the smaller girl's head as she brought their lips together slowly for a few moments before pulling back and coyly tucking a piece of hair behind the redhead's ear.
"You sure we can't go upstairs?"
"I'd love to," Willow replied, scrunching up her nose, "But we have to go in...oh boy, 10 minutes."
She sighed as she held her watch up to her face for a moment before smiling again.
"Still. That's ten minutes of smoochie time."
Willow leant across to continue kissing her wife, softly stroking her hair but Tara pulled back.
"Wait, where are we going? Do I need to get changed?"
Willow shook her head.
"You look beautiful. No changing. Just kissing."
Tara went to speak again.
"But where are we-"
"Not telling," Willow cut the blonde off before she even asked the question, "And you're wasting our kissy time."
"Oh, well my deepest apologies," Tara grinned, "Please, continue."
"Good girl," Willow murmured as she resumed their kissing.
Tara ran her hand down the redhead's leg, which was thrown over her waist, softly caressing the skin through the fabric of her wife's jeans until Willow pulled away with a final loving peck.
"We gotta go, beautiful lady."
"Okay," Tara agreed quietly with a smile, "Today's been wonderful. You make me feel so loved."
"Well you are loved," Willow replied with a warm smile, "So very, very much. Now come on. The...where we're going waits for no man! Or woman as the case may be."
"Alright, alright," Tara giggled, swinging her legs off the sofa and pulling Willow up with her, "What do I need to bring?"
Willow took her wife's hand and walked them towards the front door.
"Just your pretty self."
Tara looked unconvinced.
"No wallet? Lipstick, anything?"
"I told you," Willow replied, pocketing her own wallet and grabbing her keys, "I have everything under control."
"You always do," Tara quipped with a smile as she was lead out to the car, the sun setting behind the clouds.
"Are you saying I have control issues?" Willow asked with a playful grin as they sat into the car and she turned the engine on.
"No," Tara replied, shaking her head, "I'm saying you're my Willow and I love you endlessly."
Willow smiled as she pulled out of their driveway and started on the short journey to their destination.
"Good. 'Cause you're my Tara and I'll love you eternally."
Tara moved her hand so it was resting lightly over Willow's on the wheel, needing to touch her in some way.
"So how far to...wherever we're going?"
"Not far," Willow replied cheerily, "We'll be there in five minutes. Uh wait, does that sign say Hudson or Lake?"
Tara peered ahead, trying to make out the road sign just ahead, but the fact that it was now dark was making it difficult.
"I think it says Lake...yea, Lake."
"Okay..." Willow replied, indicating onto the street, "Sorry. Still getting used to driving around Buffalo. We should really buy a GPS."
"I'm surprised you haven't already," Tara laughed, "Just remember when you go buying that we don't need one that sings the national anthem or talks to you in Spock's voice or something."
"Oh, don't worry, I can get a standard model and download the Spock's voice software myself," Willow beamed, before dropping her voice, "'Do not take this road. That would be highly illogical'. 'You have reached your destination. Live long and prosper'."
Tara giggled just as Willow pulled up alongside a variety of other cars, a line of trees ahead of them.
"Where are we?" Tara asked, not recognising the particular area of the city.
"Come on!"
Willow spoke excitedly, exiting the car and popping the trunk open, retrieving the blanket and pillow she had put their earlier before grabbing her confused wife's hand and dragging her to the other side of the trees, where Tara could see they were actually in a park, with dimly lit street lamps surrounding them and many other couples sitting around on the grass with a small stage about 20 feet in front of them.
"There's an open-air concert on here tonight," Willow explained as she found a patch of grass and smoothed the blanket out on it and sat down, "Some local music group are doing a Valentine's concert, playing loads of old love songs and stuff."
"You're such a cutie," Tara replied, sitting down beside her wife and placing a lingering kiss against her cheek.
"And you're a hottie," Willow murmured, moving so their lips met softly.
Tara smiled into the kiss and let her lips move for a few moments before pulling away when the redhead tried to push her tongue into her mouth.
"Will, we're in public!"
"Didn't stop us earlier," Willow grinned, "Going a lot further."
"That was our own backyard," Tara blushed before leaning over for another gentle kiss, "This is a very large park."
Willow giggled and gave her wife another quick peck before taking her hand lying them both down so their heads were resting beside one another on the pillow, their conjoined hands between them and smiled when she heard soft music begin to play, the notable sounds of Eric Clapton's 'Wonderful Tonight' playing out from the stage.
"The Big Pineapple's out in full force tonight," she said, pointing up at the flashing stars, "You know, it was Valentine's Day that you first showed me your constellations. Our first Valentines."
"I remember," Tara replied, sighing softly, "Although it wasn't really our first Valentines, since we weren't together yet. We'd only known each other...ten, eleven days."
Willow smiled as she remembered.
"Still. We got some food and sat under that tree and you showed me. Short Man Looking Uncomfortable, Moose Getting A Sponge bath. All of them. Even Little Pile O' Crackers."
Tara laughed quietly.
"That one was always a bit of a stretch."
"I dunno, I could always make it out," Willow replied happily, "I much preferred your ones anyway. Who wants to remember a bunch of Latin names? And I don't care if we weren't officially together, I was already head over heels for you."
There was a comfortable silence between them, both just listening to the beats of the music until Tara spoke up again.
"I went home that night and cried."
Willow's head snapped around, her eyes wide.
"What? Why? Did someone hurt you? I don't care if it was 5 years ago, I will kick their ass if anyone-"
"Shush, honey," Tara quietly soothed, turning her head and placing a warm kiss on her wife's temple, "No one hurt me."
Willow's brow creased.
"They why were you crying?"
Tara gently cupped the redhead's cheek with a sad smile.
"'Cause I knew I'd found my perfect angel and I didn't think she'd ever want me back."
Willow just shook her head slightly into the pillow.
"Silly. How could you not see how into you I was?"
Tara just chuckled and shrugged her shoulders.
"Thank god for swan boats and brave redhead's asking to hold my hand."
"Better be only one redhead who ever holds your hand," Willow grinned, squeezing the hand in hers to make her point, "This hand belongs to me."
Tara just placed a sweet kiss against her wife's lips.
"All of me belongs to you."
They smiled at each other for a few moments before settling back to gazing at the stars, Willow pointing up excitedly when a shooting star whished past them.
"Look, baby, a shooting star! Did you see?"
"I saw," Tara replied softly, "What did you wish for?"
Willow smiled but continued looking up.
"Nothing. I have everything I ever wanted right here."
Tara moved to nestle her head against the smaller girl's shoulder.
"Me too."
Willow moved to wrap her arm around her wife's shoulder.
"And just think, this time next week we'll be skipping down the streets of Paris."