Disclaimer: All characters belong to Joss Whedon, etc. Except those I made up myself.
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Rating: R
Spoilers: Season 4
Genre: Romance/Drama
Summary: Memories from a blondes past
CHAPTER 6Willow didn’t realize her fleeting transformation at first, then the blood rushed back to her limbs. Her legs began to wobble and she recognized the familiar flux.
Tara’s expression turned to worry; she saw her lovers’ momentary change. She watched the emerald orbs fade to black and then return too normal. It was obvious to the seasoned witch that the redhead’s emotions were closely tied to her craft. A vice as most covens would teach. Her mother had spoke about a witch in her coven with the same flaw. Tara reeled as she remembered the stories her mother would tell about the life that woman had led. Now she faced a witch with the same nature, only she was in love with this one.
“Willow, are you o-okay?” The blonde was fretful.
“Yeah. I’m fine. I, uh, I felt a surge of energy. It’s weird, it’s nothing.” She was complacent and thus blew off the incident. “How could I think someone as sexy as you, would not have had other relationships?” She dropped her hands and started walking again.
“Willow I think we need to talk about what just happened to you.” Tara didn’t budge, she very was concerned.
“It was just a rush, it’s happened before, just not as intense. I guess the not so surreptitious jealousy prompted it.” She turned and began to ascend the steps of Taras’ dorm. “Of course you’ve had other girl…friends,” she realized Tara wasn’t moving.
“No, no, baby, you don’t understand. I’ve heard about this kind of thing. We need to get it under control now before it gets out of hand.” She was trying to make her point clear.
“Tara it will be okay, I’m fine, calm down.” She motioned trying to persuade the girl onward.
“I’m not going to calm down Willow. This is something you must regulate. My mother told me about this phenomenon. Not many witches align their power with their emotions. I understand now what she meant.” The blonde trailed off at the end.
“What do you mean? ‘What she meant.’ Why are you acting all Doomsdayish?”
“She told me there was a fine line in a powerful witch between her feelings and her practice. If you can’t learn to focus that emotion into the right channel then it could be bad; bad as in dark magic invading your spells and possibly your body.” Tara inflicted the utmost serious tone.
Now a bit apprehensive, the redhead finally comprehended what was being said. “What should I do to contain it?” Uneasiness showed on her face, she wasn’t about to doubt her girlfriend in the subject of witchcraft. The blonde had been practicing for many more years than she had.
“I’m not exactly sure, but I know where we can find out.” The blonde trotted up the steps with Willow in tow.
Willow stopped suddenly, “Tara.”
“What sweetie?” She loved the redhead already, and even though they had not spoken the words, it was apparent.
“Please don’t tell anyone else. Let’s keep this between you and I.” She didn’t want the Scoobies to find out. They might try to prevent her from using magic to help in the future. They could work through this her and Tara they could repress it, they were strong together.
“Ok.” Secret keeping was one of her best qualities and there was no way she could tell the precious redhead no. “Sexy?”
”The sexiest,” Willow affirmed as they moved through the doorway then asked, “I thought you had never been to the bronze?”
“I haven’t, I just know you like to go there a lot.” The blonde was always eager to please. “And before you ask, no, I w-wasn’t in love with her.”
Willow smiled with gratification while watching Taras’ ass going down the hall.
*
Tara easily removed and closed the book draped across Willows’ chest. The girl had fallen asleep while reading, again. She was lying prone on the bed with her feet crossed. It was nothing out of the ordinary though, she was the best researcher Tara had ever studied with, but she hardly ever lasted until after midnight. Tara carefully pulled the covers up to her chin trying not to disturb her peaceful slumber and placed a kiss on her forehead. Oh how she wanted to curl-up beside her cute little computer geek and go to sleep too. However, there were more important things that need to be taken care of first. She was so close to finding the literature to help Willow.
If she remembered correctly, her mother and her coven had kept detailed documents of the events surrounding their fervent witch. She dug out the cardboard box from the bottom of her closet. It had been months since she last plundered the old box full of her mothers’ witchcraft belongings. Her father would have quickly discarded the items if they were left with him, so she filled as much as she possibly could into the box. He didn’t know half of it existed because her mother hid most of it from him. He detested the fact that her mother was a Wicca and hated even more she had taught it to their daughter. She could almost hear him now, ‘It’s nonsense, Tara, your mother is teaching you nonsense. It figures though, the women in this family have always been that way.’ ‘That way’ echoed in her head. She looked over at Willow and whispered “why am I bringing you into this? You deserve so much better than me.”
Getting back to the search she uncovered a picture of her and her mother. Her father had taken the picture. She sat on the elder blondes’ lap in the rocking chair on their front porch. A furry kitten was clutched close to her chest bound by little girl hands and not looking the least bit happy about it. She smirked. She remembered that day very well too.
“Donny, get over there so I can take your picture.” Her father commanded.
“I don’t wanna take no picture with them, they’ve been in the attic mixing those spices again.” The boy snarled as he hopped over the porch rail and ran to the barn.
“See what you’ve done,” her father pointed and shook his finger in her mothers face. “Even your own son doesn’t want to be around you.” He stomped off into the house.
‘Mommy,’ her blue eyes gleamed innocence as she looked up at her mothers ‘I don’t like how Daddy treats you. Can we go away from him?’
Her mother stroked her blonde locks ‘Aw, baby girl he’s just a grouch sometimes, we’ll be fine.’
Snap back to reality, she spied her treasure. The parchment papers she had been looking for were rolled and bound by a ribbon in the bottom of the box. The red ribbon had faded to pink it had been so many years since it was first tied. She unrolled the documents and laid them on her desk. There were eight or maybe ten sheets the length of legal paper but a little wider. A candle held the top while she kept the bottom of the papers from rolling back up. She started to read the familiar handwriting of her mother’s.
September 23
Sarah was crying before tonight’s meeting. I found a moment to speak with her alone before we started. Evidently Frank had been beating the children again. They had not finished their chores before he got home. She had calmed before our rituals commenced but soon into our practicing she began to stare into space. I could tell she had returned to thinking of Frank and the children being at home alone with him. Her eyes faded to black and she broke the circle of hands. We were lucky she released the sister’s hands before her surge came, because where her hands fell to the floor beside her were smoldering imprints now.
Eek, no pissing the redhead off during sex there’s no telling what would be smoldering then. Tara thumbed through the pages scanning the passages.
October 10
The elders held a special meeting and it seems they want to bind Sarah’s abilities. Her most recent flare-up was at the grocery store. The cashier made her mad and Sarah squeezed her hand until she broke two fingers. Again, the black eyes were present.
October 17
Our meeting tonight was dismal. The coven informed Sarah that her powers would be bound. She accepted without hesitation. It was like she knew that she couldn’t control herself right now. We promised to remove the binds during meetings and help her master her abilities.
Skipping to the last page she read her mothers’ final entry.
January 14
Black eyes reappeared tonight. We will not be able to help Sarah it is apparent. She has agreed to be bound for life. Her emotions have proven to rule her craft, she cannot separate the two.
The blonde pushed back from the desk and looked at her adorable lover asleep on the bed. The pit of her stomach ached. Her love for this girl she had known for such a short time was relentless. Just because her mother’s coven had failed with Sarah didn’t mean she couldn’t help Willow. How could she not try and help her? Giving up was simply not an option. She buried her head back into the papers to find out what exactly the coven had done to try and curb these eruptions. She needed more information.
She sipped her luke warm coffee and grimaced. There must be something they missed. There must be something they didn’t try. She had a good amount of material to examine.
Suddenly she felt the redheads fingers slide onto her shoulders and start to massage. The papers slapped shut when she removed her hands and placed them on Willow’s.
“Found anything yet baby?” Willow sounded hoarse.
“Still reading sweetie,” she didn’t want to disappoint yet.
“Why don’t you come to bed? We can research more tomorrow.” The horny witch ran her hands down the front of Tara and cupped her breasts.
The blonde witch felt Willow’s lips on her ear. How could she resist? The slightest touch and she was aroused. The unseen forces at work between her and Willow took their lovemaking to a higher level. The fervor was powerful. Their auras would playfully mingle and their preternatural abilities unite. When one took a breath the other exhaled. When one ebbed the other flowed.
TBC
"You two are the two who are the two. Im the other one." - Willow
by silentinformer » Fri Dec 17, 2004 5:20 pm 
and so sad about them leaving each other upset
hopefully they work it out 
at: 12/18/04 5:06 pm
. I absolutely swooned when Tara said "tell me about oz" in chap. 5... she is so wonderful ! 
Terra
it's a little scary for my mind to be this busy so early in the day !
Terra
. Wonderful ending. Love sam xx 
