"Holy luxury, Batman!"
Willow's voice boomed around the room in an awe-filled tone as she walked into their hotel room followed by Tara, who was wheeling their luggage. She too, looked awed.
"Wow. Look at this place!"
Tara carefully dropped the two cases on the floor and closed the door behind them and looked around the room. The walls were a soft cream colour and a large queen-sized, four-poster bed lay in the middle of the room, with mahogany nightstands either side, both of which had lamps and what looked like a fresh rose resting in a glass. There were two large bay windows, with a full-length mirror between and a mahogany desk opposite the bed with a television sitting on it.
Off to the side was the bathroom, all done in marble, with a large bath and separate shower but the most beautiful part of the room was the view from the windows. If you stood in front of them, which both girls now were, the entire city of Paris was illuminated in the night, the silhouette of the Eiffel Tower evident just off to the side.
"We have to get Dad the nicest thank-you card," Willow remarked as she gazed out into the city, "Like, I'm not talking Hallmark, here."
"We will."
Tara moved behind the redhead and wrapped her arms around her stomach, resting her head on her wife's shoulder.
"What time is it?" Willow asked after a moment, leaning back into the touch.
Tara checked her watch, which she'd changed into local time on the plane before they landed.
"Just after 10pm. It'd be good if we went to sleep in the next couple of hours, then we can get up a normal time."
Willow nodded as she gazed out of the window.
"That works for me. I'm pretty sleepy from the plane journey anyway. What're the plans for tomorrow?"
"Well..." Tara started, starting to subconsciously sway their bodies, "The only day I have definitive plans for is Thursday."
"Our anniversary," Willow said softly, smiling, "Five years."
"I know. Hard to believe sometimes. The last time we were here together was our anniversary too," Tara replied with a wistful and happy look on her face, "But for tomorrow, I figure we can just stroll the city? Since it's Sunday and everything, just a nice, relaxed day. Then during the week we can visit The Louvre and Notre-Dame and the Arc de Triomphe. The Eiffel Tower, of course. I can't wait to see all those places with you. And I have to take you to this wonderful cafe around the corner from where my dorm was. They do croissants to die for."
"You're so sexy when you have your French accent on," Willow replied with a small shudder, before turning in the blonde's arms, "Say something in French."
Tara had spoken the language of love before she'd lived in Paris for that short while, but had become fluent over the few months she had resided in the city.
"Je t'aime, ma chérie."
Willow grinned; she'd been hoping Tara would say that.
"Moi aussi, je t'aime."
Tara looked both impressed and surprised at the same time.
"Where did you learn that?"
"There was a video thing on the plane," Willow admitted sheepishly, "It was about Paris and taught some phrases and stuff."
"So what else can you say?" Tara asked with a grin.
"Um..." Willow stopped and pondered for a moment, "Où est le metro?"
Tara snorted and Willow looked away, embarrassed, before turning back and throwing her arms around Tara's neck.
"Say something else."
Tara lifted one hand up and traced a finger from the redhead's forehead, down the bridge of her nose and drew the outline of her lips.
"Tu es la plus belle femme du monde."
Willow knew what the words 'belle' and 'monde' meant and was able to decipher that Tara had just called her the most beautiful woman in the world, blushing at the compliment.
"Tu es mon coeur et mon âme," Tara continued, before translating, "You are my heart and my soul."
Willow felt her heart speed up at all the words of love and waited with bated breath as Tara spoke again.
"Je veux que tu nu dans son lit et s'il vous plaît."
"What does that mean?" Willow asked breathlessly, her eyes locked on Tara's.
"It means," Tara whispered, cupping one of her wife's cheeks tenderly and managing to keep a straight face, "I want you naked and in bed, please."
Willow looked completely surprised for a second before a big grin broke out on her face and she laughed.
"You do, huh?"
"Mmhhmm," Tara replied with a smirk, running her hand up and down the redhead's side, "We have an agreement, remember? I believe you wanted me...on my knees?"
Willow gulped and nodded, her mouth gone dry as Tara pushed her back towards the bed. She sat down as the back of her knees connected with the mattress and the blonde climbed onto her lap, pulling the smaller girl's t-shirt over her head before swooping down and capturing her wife's lips.
Willow moaned into the kiss and unbuttoned the taller girl's shirt at lightning speed, quickly pushing it off her shoulders and moved her hands to mould Tara's breasts through her bra. Tara thrust her chest into Willow's hands without breaking the kiss and unsnapped her bra, throwing it somewhere off to the side before pulling back and slipping onto her knees between the redhead's legs.
She slipped Willow's shoes over her ankles and pulled her socks off, bringing each foot up to her mouth individually and kissing a circle around each ankle, before lowering her head into the redhead's lap and popping the button of her jeans open with her mouth, dragging the zipper down with her teeth.
"Lift," she said quietly, pulling her wife's jeans and panties down her legs when Willow lifted her hips off the bed, "So beautiful."
Tara ran her hands along the smaller girl's thighs, separating them before she dropped her head again and inhaled her lover's scent deeply. Willow gulped and stretched her arms out behind her, palms flat on the bed and gasped when she felt a warm, wet tongue push itself into her folds.
"Mmhh...Tara..."
Tara ran her tongue the length of the redhead a few times, enjoying her velvety feel before circling her clit gently, teasing it from its hood. When the sensitive tip emerged, she wrapped her lips around the tightening bud, feeling it throb inside her mouth before she started a light sucking motion, which Willow apparently enjoyed very much as a string out loud moans reverberated around the room.
"Feels so good…so good."
Willow felt a bead of sweat form on her brow and fall down her face, her eyes fluttering open when she tasted the drop of salty liquid on her lip. She glanced down and groaned at the sight; Tara's head bobbing up and down between her legs, her mouth firmly attached to her core and her flowing blonde hair spread out over her thighs.
"Oh Tara...you look like a goddess."
Willow arched her back when the blonde moaned her response, the vibrations sending shockwaves from her center to every nerve in her body as her hips, seemingly with a mind of their own, began bucking into Tara's face, trying to deepen the contact, if that were even possible. Tara moved her hands up and held her wife's breasts in her hands, squeezing the firm flesh for a moment before holding each nipple between two fingers and pinching them lightly.
Willow moaned, tension swiftly rising and coiling throughout her entire body. She threw her head back and clutched the sheet beneath her hand, desperately trying to ease the strain her body was under until the blonde's ministrations finally sent her over, her arms giving way as she collapsed back onto the bed, one hand going to Tara's head, holding her to her as the ripples of pleasure spread through her, calling out her wife's name.
"Tara!"
Tara felt the redhead's thighs clench around her ears and continued to softly stroke the smaller girl's heated flesh with her tongue until her body relaxed and the hand on Tara's head began softly stroking her hair, a quiet requested being uttered from above.
"Kiss me, baby. Please."
Tara gave a final long, languid lick, enjoying the last taste of her lover before pulling back and placing a kiss on her mound, then gathering Willow's legs with one arm and reaching up to hold her neck with the other, moving them so they were both lying lengthways on the bed; Willow on her back, a look of deeply sated relaxation on her features and Tara alongside her, stroking her arm and looking down at her with deep devotion.
"Je t'adore," she whispered before leaning down and kissing the redhead softly.
Willow was able to understand what that meant without a need for translation and responded to the kiss, sucking Tara's bottom lip into her mouth and nibbling on it lightly before running her tongue along it, then pushing her wriggling muscle into the blonde's mouth.
Tara moaned as the kiss deepened and Willow stroked her tongue with her own, the redhead moving her body to lie on her side as well so she could wrap her arms around Tara's neck. She tried to tangle their legs together, seeking even more intimate contact and it was then she realised Tara was still very much clothed.
"You're not naked," she mumbled as they kissed, "Not fair."
Tara grabbed Willow's hand and pushed it down to the button of her pants, indicating she wanted her to remove them, not willing to break the kiss to get rid of the obstructive clothing herself, but kicking her shoes off to aid the process.
Willow popped the button on her wife's pants and pushed both them and her panties over the swell of her ass and as far down her legs as she could, where the blonde shimmied the rest of the way out of them and the redhead's hand went to unhook Tara's bra, pulling it off her shoulders and throwing it on the floor before her hands found their way back to the her lover's naked breasts and cupped them firmly.
"Mmhh," Willow moaned dreamily, pulling back as she squeezed the blonde's flesh, "Your breasts are...heavenly."
"They love your hands..." Tara replied, arching her entire body, before her tone turned hopeful, "And your mouth...?"
"They taste great, too," Willow giggled as she dropped her head and opened her mouth wide to engulf her wife's breast.
Tara moaned as the redhead suckled on her skin, manoeuvring her lower-half so her center was against Willow's thigh and started a light rubbing motion.
"Oh yea..." she whispered at the contact, using one hand to hold Willow to her chest, "Mmhh...god, yes."
Willow listened to Tara moan and groan as she worshipped her breasts and almost lost hold of the nipple she had in her mouth when the blonde suddenly moved them so she was lying on her back and the redhead was on top of her, but if the hand clutching in Willow's hair was any indication, Tara didn't want her to stop her attentions.
"Willow, you too," Tara moaned, trying to move her own thigh so it was in contact with her lover's core, "Please. I want it together."
Willow adjusted herself so they were both rubbing themselves on each other's thighs, the redhead understanding her wife's sudden change of positions and started sucking on the blonde's nipple when she felt friction of her lover's skin against her clit.
"Oh Willow...oh yes..."
Tara kept one hand firmly entwined in Willow's hair as the redhead switched between her breasts and brought the other down to her butt cheek, encouraging the movement on her thigh as they both soared closer and closer to climax.
"Oh god, I'm so close..."
Willow felt her wife start to rub herself more frantically as her moans got louder and louder until her entire body stiffened beneath her and she felt a flood of juices flow onto her thigh.
"Oh yes, Willow!"
Willow's own orgasm shot right through her at the sound of Tara calling her name at the height of her passion, making her bite down on the nipple in her mouth as her toes curled and her body shook. She recovered a moment later and quickly snapped her head up when she heard a small whimper, realising she had bitten too hard, having been too lost in her own high to notice.
"Baby, I'm so sorry, are you okay?" she asked, hovering her body above the blonde's, "I didn't mean to bite so hard, you just made me...it was so intense and my teeth clenched and-"
"Willow, shush," Tara cut her off, "I'm fine. And that was incredible."
Willow looked unconvinced.
"I didn't hurt you?"
"It felt good," Tara reassured, with a small smirk, "I was the one who said I wanted your mouth, remember?"
"But you whimpered..."
"Okay..." Tara reasoned, biting her lip for a moment, "It hurt for maybe half a second when you held on. But I barely noticed it. Willow, it was really nothing. Please don't feel bad. Just come here and cuddle me."
Willow looked unsure and upset with herself for another moment until Tara held her arms open and she gratefully sank into the embrace, nuzzling into her wife's neck.
"You know I'd never-"
"I know," Tara replied quickly, knowing what the redhead was going to say, "I know you'd never intentionally hurt me. Now stop stressing, you're ruining our post-sex snuggles."
Willow heard the mirth in the blonde's voice and couldn't help the smile that resonated on her lips in response as she placed a series of soft kisses on her wife's throat.
"Tara?"
Tara started softly stroking the smaller girl's hair, curling the ends in her fingers.
"Yes, my love?"
Willow raised her head and made sure the taller girl was looking her straight in the eye as she spoke.
"I adore you, too."