"Really? I get a wow? It was really t-t-that good?"
"You get 10,000 'wows', my dear." Willow said, planting a kiss on her girlfriends forehead. "And a 'fantastic', and an 'oooh', and a damn-!"
"Vixen!" Tara laughed.
"You bet." The redhead purred and leaned in for a kiss. Mmmm, Tara lips. Best thing in the world. Scratch that, best thing in the universe. Y'know that one taste you just always want in your mouth? This was that taste. Minty, plump, delicious lips of goodness and- whoa! Tara's tongue has slipped into Willow's mouth, and Willow graciously massaged it with her own. Tara tongue! Even better!
The twosome parted and looked into each other's eyes. Both girls saw great power in the other. Willow's emerald with potential and strength while Tara's were blue and held mystery and experience. They were nude, and sprawled out on the bed, wrapped up in each other. Fornicators in love, there was no greater sight.
And then there were 3 loud knocks administered on the door.
"Don't answer." Willow stuck her bottom lip out. Tara bit it gently, which resulted in another steamy kiss.
Another knock. "Tara? You there?"
Willow sat bolt upright in the bed, eyes wide like a deer in headlights. She knew that voice anywhere. It was monotonic and sincere. It was the type of voice that made you feel safe, like nothing could hurt you. Without a doubt, the voice belonged to Oz.