Turns out today is Chocolate-Covered Anything Day, so...
"Turns out today is Chocolate-Covered Anything Day, so..." Willow explained, lifting her head up slightly from the pillow she'd placed on the kitchen counter. Tara laughed out loud, then subsided to a sultry chuckle as her initial amazement was overtaken by serious contemplation of the sight of her wife stretched out on the counter, quite naked, and if not entirely
covered then certainly liberally drizzled with chocolate ice cream topping.
"You know," she said, nearing, "that chocolate's supposed to go solid when it gets cold, so this is
never going to work." She leaned down to quickly lick at Willow's stomach, then breathed: "You're just
way too hot..." Willow trembled.
"Do you think," she wondered huskily, "a tongue bath would do anything to cool me down?"
"I think it'd run a serious risk of making the heating problem even worse," Tara said, shaking her head, inadvertently letting her hair trail across Willow's skin and get chocolate on it too, which when she noticed she mentally filed under 'excuse for a shared shower'. She stood up straight just long enough to pull her slip off over her head, then got up on the counter and straddled Willow's thighs, looking down at her with a mischievous gleam in her eyes. "But our line of work makes risks inevitable, Agent Adorabunny."
"Certainly does, Agent Shy Bunny," Willow replied.
(That wasn't planned, I just saw the entry in the list of food days and started typing. And don't worry about the counter, everything in a Ministry agent's home is built with the assumption they'll make out on it.)