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    Computers, Conferences and Kisses

    Wrapped up in Tara’s arms, Willow awoke early, the sun had just risen and outside the birds were greeting it cheerfully. Trying not to wake Tara, she slipped slowly from her arms and found a blanket to cover her angelic faced lover, placing a small kiss on her forehead as she did so.

    Willow stretched and picked up Tara’s pink shirt, it was too big for Tara, even with her incredible bust and so it hung loosely on Willow. The smell of Tara’s perfume still faint on the shirt,Willow smiled and went in search of the bathroom. After a quick wash, she emerged back into the open room, Tara was still asleep on the giant fuzzy rug so Willow headed into her bedroom. Reaching a large pine chest of drawers, she opened the top one quietly, “Didn’t plan on a sleepover!” she said apologetically as she pulled out a pair of boxer shorts. “Not gonna ask, but they’ll do.” She said, stifling a giggle as she slipped the elasticized briefs on.  “Breakfast!” she agreed with her stomach that was growling profusely.

     

    Looking around the comfortable kitchen, Willow decided on something filling, she had only had a small salad for her dinner the night before and their activity last night had made her ravenous. She moved expertly around the kitchen, everything located in a cupboard near to where it would be needed. She rummaged around in the fridge and decided on pancakes. In the living area, Tara roused from her peaceful slumber, her arms instinctively reaching out for Willow. “Not again.” She mumbled sleepily when she found she was alone.

    She sat up rubbing her eyes and was greeted with the sight of Willow, dressed in her pink shirt and the boxers she wore when it was too hot to wear anything, serving up something in the kitchen.

    “You’re up.” Willow said softly as she carried a tray into Tara. Placing it down on the small coffee table she kissed Tara gently, “Breakfast?” she asked, gesturing towards the tray. As she pulled the table towards her Tara beamed, a stack of pancakes big enough to feed an army with strawberries around the sides, fresh orange juice, coffee and toast awaited her. “You didn’t have to do this.” Tara said, suddenly choked up, no one had ever made her breakfast in bed, except her mum and that had only been when she was ill. “I did,” Willow said, her own brow furrowing as she saw tears in Tara’s eyes. “I’m starving!!” Tara burst out laughing and soon Willow joined her. “C’mon, eat up.” She said once their giggles had subsided. Both women tucked heartily into the food and cleared every plate.

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