“Scoot!” Tara said as she slipped effortlessly behind her lover and wrapped her in a warm hug, kissing the top of her head lovingly. “Tell me what’s wrong baby.” she requested again.

Willow took several deep breaths, mainly to calm her overheating body and try and control the passion that threatened to consume her. “I guess I’m just nervous.” she whispered, her cheeks flushing at the admission.

“You’re nervous of me?” Tara asked incredulously.

Snuggling back into Tara’s warm, full ***** Willow giggled slightly. “Not you, of… this.” she continued, her fingers tracing small shapes from Tara’s outer thighs down to her knees and back again. “It feels a little like our first time again.” she admitted.

Tara grinned, “If I recall, you weren’t so nervous then!” she purred passionately as she leant in and kissed the pale neck of her lover urgently.

Willow moaned, her hand reaching up to pull Tara harder into her.

“Besides, you’re good when you’re nervous!” the blonde giggled softly.

“And the rest of the time!?” Willow asked indignantly, pulling back to turn and face Tara. “I don’t remember you complaining!”

Tara grinned widely. “The rest of the time, you’re amazing!” she whispered softly.

Grinning, Willow leant in and found Tara’s lips, kissing her gently, taking the first steps slowly, she found herself being pulled down on top of the blonde as Tara’s tongue darted out to demand entrance to her mouth.

As Tara’s muscular leg wrapped around her waist, Willow moaned into the kiss causing Tara to deepen the contact further. Pulling back slightly, Willow gulped in air and stared down at her lover in surprise.

“When did you get all butch and forceful?” she asked as she searched Tara’s perfect blue eyes.

“You don’t like it?” she replied, her voice deep with passion as she returned the equally intense gaze.

“I never said that.” Willow blushed deeply. “I’m just a little surprised is all.”

Tara’s eyes darkened with desire as she flipped the lithe redhead onto her back and resumed the kiss, slipping her thigh between the redhead’s legs and gently rubbing back and forth over her jean clad groin.

As she moved her attentions to Willows already marked neck, the redhead moaned with pleasure.

“Oh Tara, yes please baby… I need you!”