“Everything.” Willow panted her body alive and buzzing under Tara’s elegant fingers.

“What did you miss most?” The blonde purred deeply into her ear, kissing the lobe gently as she returned her attention to her creamy white neck.

Willow inhaled sharply as Tara’s fingers slid slowly over her firm stomach, before coming to a teasing halt at the top of her simple black jeans.

Somehow, a part of Willows brain knew that she’d have to answer the question if she wanted more from the playful blonde. “I.. the… oh Goddess!” she panted as Tara’s fingers slowly unbuttoned her jeans.

“Tell me Willow.” Tara purred as she kissed her way down the quivering redheads body, pausing to encapsulate each nipple in turn before resuming her loving journey.

“Really?” Willow fought to control her breathing enough to form the simple word and hoped that it had sounded like a question.

As Tara licked slowly around the delicate indentation of Willows belly button, she grinned. “Yes really.” she replied, kissing the sensitive skin under the redheads navel.

“I missed waking up with you!” Willow panted honestly, hoping that her admission wouldn’t stop Tara’s ministrations.

Looking up longingly at the shaking woman, Tara smiled. “I missed that most too!” she whispered before kissing the redhead deeply, her passion and love all poured into that one tender moment and as she pulled back, both women were breathless.

Running her fingers slowly down Tara’s back, Willow grinned as she lifted the sheer material of her plain peasant top to reveal her smooth, muscular torso, her creamy pale skin highlighted by the warm black satin bra she wore. Willow ran her fingertips lightly over the puckered pink scar, using it as a guide to her destination.

Tara inhaled sharply as Willows fingers traced over her skin, aside from being cold; her fingers carried with them a sensuous weight of promise.

Leaning in, Tara kissed the redhead softly, her tongue gently caressing her bottom lip before sucking on it gently and then requesting entrance which was eagerly granted. Stroking Willows soft skin, Tara ran her fingertips slowly between their bodies, her touch sending shivers and jolts through them both and drawing soft moans from the woman under her.

Tara never broke the kiss as she popped the button on Willows jeans, its zipper scratching the back of her hand as she slid her exquisite fingers gently inside.