Author: WillowFever
Rating: PG to R
Feedback: Please leave feedback on the Wild Horses thread on the Kitten Board.
Disclaimer: I don't own Willow and Tara, if I did I would set them free...

"Here?"

"Mmmmm... almost... a little lower..."

"How bout here..."

"Ohhh yeah... that's the spot..."

"I can feel it..."

"Ohhhh... harder..."

"I don't want to hurt you..."

"You won't... trust me... harder..."

Tara squeezed her hands a little harder and watched as Willow's head slowly fell forward. It had been a long time since she had given anyone a massage and she had to admit hearing all the little ooh's and aahhh's coming from Willow was driving her crazy.

"You know you have the sexiest voice..."

Willow smiled as she felt the tension in her shoulders start to slip away.

"Thank you..."

Tara continued to rub Willow's shoulders and wondered what kind of weight took its perch there. The phone rang and Tara jumped out of her deep thoughts as Willow continued sitting perfectly still enjoying the blondes touch.

"Are you going to get that?"

"Do I have to move... ?"

"Yes..."

Willow still refused to move.

"Let the machine get it."

After four rings the machine picked up and both girls listened and waited.

Hi... you've reached Willow... sorry I can't come to the phone right now but leave your name and number and I'll get back to ya soon... thanks...

Beep...

"Ummmmm... yeah... this is Doug... from the barn..."

Tara squealed and Willow jumped to her feet.

"I was just wondering if Mac... was ummmm... I thought... maybe you had seen her... I..."

"Doug..."

Willow picked the phone up and tried to shush her squealing lover who was bouncing all over the bedroom trying to find her clothes.

"Yeah... Willow... is... have you..."

"Yeah... Tara is here... she... had some... ummmm..."

Willow looked to the blonde for help but Tara just shrugged her shoulders.

"Car trouble last night... and so... I told her she could crash here..."

There was a small pause on the line and Willow could just tell that Doug wasn't buying it.

"Riiiight... ummm... is she coming in today... or does she need... to get her... car looked at..."

Willow almost busted out laughing on the phone but managed to remain calm. Well as calm as she could as she watched her naked lover snatch a bra from the floor and begin to put it on.

Willow cupped her hand over the receiver.

"That one's mine... your's is over here..."

Tara's face turned bright red as she slipped the straps from her shoulders and watched Willow wiggle her eyebrows at her.

"You better stop that..."

"Or what?"

Doug's voice drifted back to Willow's ears and she tore her eyes away from the two perfect breasts swaying so close to her face.

"I'm sorry Doug... what did you say?"

Doug coughed and shifted his feet. He just knew they were up to something.

"Is she going to be coming to the barn today?"

"Well... hang on I'll let you talk to her..."

Willow grinned as she handed the phone to the still topless blonde. She motioned for Tara to hand her the bra...

"I'll help..."

Tara handed her the bra and took the phone. Willow pitched the bra to the floor and waited for Tara to speak.

"Hey DougiEEEEE!!!"

Doug pulled the phone from his ear as Tara's voice echoed in his head. Tara looked down to see two very green eyes smirking up at her from the red head that was currently latched onto her right breast.

Willow pulled back to bring her finger to her lips... almost in a challenge to see if the blonde could maintain a casual conversation with the unknowing... but more than likely suspecting Doug.

"Mac... you okay... ?"

Tara watched as Willow snaked her tongue out to tease her nipple.

"Yeah... I just stubbed my tongue... my toe... I mean... my toe... hit it... on something..."

Doug decided to let it go... it would be hazardous to his heart to know if they were actually doing anything.

Tara tried to listen to Doug but it was all she could do as Willow slowly sucked on her breast.

"Yeah... I'll be over... in a little while... I... I... need to talk to you bout this weekend..."

That got Willow's attention. The red head slowly released her captive and stood smiling softly at Tara. The blonde smiled back and felt her heart leap.

<I love this woman>

"Sure thing Mac... take your time... everything is fine over here... and I need to speak with you bout the weekend too..."

Tara frowned and Willow wished she could hear the conversation.

"Sure... you going out of town... ?"

Doug took his cowboy hat off and scratched his head.

"Well... actually... yeah..."

Tara felt her heart sink but listened as Doug continued.

"Actually I got tickets to the rodeo for next weekend and I was hoping that maybe we could work something out that I work this weekend and take a couple extra days off at the end of the week."

Willow didn't know what was happening but she watched as Tara's eyes lit up as if someone had just plugged in a million twinkle lights inside them.

"Actually Doug... that would work out perfect for me..."

"Really?"

Tara reached out and laced her fingers with Willow's.

"Yeah... I'm going out of town for the weekend... with Willow..."

Doug shook his head.

"You really like her don't you... ?"

"That's putting it mildly..."

"Well... .we'll talk more about her when you get over here... take your time though... I mean... if you were... busy... you know..."

"Goodbye Dougie..."

"Bye..."

Willow waited to see what Tara had to say.

"I guess you'll have company in Phoenix..."

Willow wrapped her arms around the blonde and swung her around until they fell back on the bed.

"I've got to call the airport... and make arrangements in Phoenix... we need to pack... who's gonna take care of Biscuit... ?"

Tara smiled at the babbling red head.

"You're cute when you babble..."

"I don't... well... I guess I do... thanks..."

"Your welcome..."

Willow couldn't contain her excitement. She rolled the two of them across the bed, laughing and letting out little squeals of delight...

"Woohoo... Phoenix here we come..."

Tara laughed out loud as the two of them lost themselves in the moment. Phoenix would never be the same...