Had to get some exposition out of the way before the love scene could occur,.... Here it is:
Previously in TYA:
“No more lessons.” Said Tara.
“Ghaena will be upset.” Said Willow. It was a statement of fact and not a contest.
“Let her be.” Tara sighed, “If she can't be straightforward with us about...us...”
“Let me talk to her.” Offered Willow, “See if any of what Morrigan said was true.”
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“….thing not right about that family”, Pat was saying to Mrs. Henckle. “I just don’t see how any child can be raised in such an unhealthy environment.”
“I’m sorry”, said Mrs. Henckle, shaking her head. “Pat Horton is… excuse me for saying so, but she is a boil on the butt of humanity.”
The three women broke down into a loud fit of laughter. Willow laughed, looking into Tara’s eyes, and then turning and looking into Mrs. Henckle’s as well. Suddenly, something caused her to grab at her chest in pain.
“Are you okay”, she blonde asked softly, wrapping her right arm around Willow’s waist.
“Yeah, I think maybe the laughing aggravated the soreness”, Willow replied, before looking over her should at the retreating figure of Emily’s teacher. “I think.”And now... on with it...
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They arrived back to the house and found Ghaena sitting patiently on their doorstep.
“You sent for me”, she stated, rising to her feet.
“Yes”, said Tara, instinctively moving to stand in front of Michelle’s stroller. The move was not lost to Ghaena’s eye.
“What is wrong?” The Priestess asked cautiously, concerned by the blonde’s protective maneuver.
Willow decided to get right to the point. “We’re thinking of stopping Emily’s lessons for a while.”
“Thinking of?” Ghaena sought out clarification.
“Deciding to”, Tara explained.
The brunette’s gaze narrowed, she was not pleased. “Why?”
“There are things you aren’t telling us”, said Willow, “We don’t think we can trust you anymore.”
“What is it you wish to know”, countered Ghaena, “ask and I shall tell.”
“But will what you say be the truth?” inquired Tara. “You speak in riddles, Ghaena. And… and we’re tired of playing sleuth. Especially over our own children and their safety. How do we know that you are being honest with us?”
“You don’t”, Ghaena answered as ever. “If you look with your mind, you don’t. But if you see with your heart, you do.” She paused a moment, considering her words. “I’ll go. But I take with me questions unanswered… and I will be back. The safety of the children is what is most important. By sending me away, you place your daughter in perilous danger. Without me to continue her lessons…”
“Willow and I will train her”, Tara interrupted.
“With what?” The Priestess scoffed. “Bath salts and aroma therapy candles?”
The Wiccan felt the breath escape from her lungs in a startled gasp. Never before had her faith been so grievously insulted. “How dare you”, she finally managed.
Ghaena bowed her head in shame. “Forgive me, that was uncalled for. But yours are not the only feelings that have been injured here today. I’ll go”, she said again, now moving to leave, “But I shall not stray far. I am at your call.”
“What of Morrigan?” asked Willow, “Will she go too?”
“She is not bound to me”, Ghaena answered, “She will do as she pleases. But if I were you, I would be more concerned with the whereabouts of Le Fay. She wears many guises. She will earn your trust, as I have. But then she will betray it, as I have not. If you will not speak to me of this… Morrigan knows of her treachery first hand.” As she had spoken, Ghaena had begun to retreat down the tree-lined street so that by the end of her short prose, she was near enough to the corner to turn down it and disappear into the surrounding neighborhood.
Willow and Tara shared a long glance, each of them considering the words the immortal had said. After a moment, Willow leant down and lifted Michelle from her stroller, cradling her with one arm and she took Tara’s hand with her other, leading the blonde inside.
*****
That night, Tara sat on the edge of Emily’s bed reading the last of “Peter Pan” to her little girl, watching the small redhead’s eyes fall heavy with sleepiness. Michelle lay dozing in her crib, occasionally kicking out her legs at the soft batting surrounding the inside of the oak bars.
“Mommy?” asked Emily sleepily as Tara closed the book.
“Yes, sweetie?” Tara responded softly. The sound of the shower in her and Willow’s bathroom creating a pleasant white noise effect that was causing the blonde to relax as well.
“Can you fly?”
“Can I what?” Tara inquired, knowing full well what her daughter had asked. She wondered for a moment if flying included floating. But she decided floating stories were for when Emily was older. Much, much older.
“Can you fly?” Emily asked again.
“No, I don’t think so”, said her Mommy. “Why do you ask?”
“Because Wendy said to Jane that only the gay, innocent and heartless could fly and well, you’re gay so…”
“Out of the mouths of babes!” Tara cried out laughing, the noise causing Michelle to fuss a little in her crib. Tara quickly lowered her voice. “Emily, honey, Wendy didn’t mean gay like… well… like me or your Mama. Back when the book was written ‘gay’ meant happy and carefree.”
“Aren’t you happy and carefree?” Emily now asked with concern.
“Oh yes, I’m very happy, baby”, Tara assured her, then sadly tucked a strand of auburn hair behind her daughter’s ear, “but I’m not carefree.”
“I wish you were carefree, Mommy.” Said Emily.
“I don’t” Tara countered. “If I was carefree then I wouldn’t care about you or Mama or Michelle. And I love caring about you. It’s what mommies do.”
Emily nodded her head with sleepy satisfaction at the answer. “Mommy?” she whispered fighting sleep with her very last bit of strength.
“Yes, sweetheart?”
“Can you sing to me tonight?”
“Only if you sing with me”, Tara replied.
“Okay”, Emily agreed, knowing that this meant her Mommy would sing her favorite song.
Tara cleared her throat a little and began to sing softly, so as not to disturb Michelle.
Tender shepherd, tender shepherd,
Let me help you count your sheep.
One in the meadow,
Two in the garden,
Three in the nursery fast asleep.
Tender shepherd, tender shepherd Now Emily started singing in round with her mother. Watches over all his sheep. Tender shepherd, tender shepherdOne say your prayers and,
Let me help you count your sheepTwo close your eyes and.
One in the meadow,Three safe and happily
Two in the garden,fast asleep.
Three in the nursery Fall asleep.Fast asleep. Fast asleep…
Tara kept chanting softly as she watched Emily snuggle down into her comforter and succumb to sleep. She carefully stood up from the bed and tucked the downy blanket around her daughter’s shoulders, still singing softly as she made her way to the door, shutting off the side lamp and stepping into the hall, leaving the door open a bit for the hall light to filter in comfortingly. She allowed herself one last look into the darkened room before turning her attention away.
As she turned to go down the hall she found her mouth suddenly consumed by that of her lover’s in a deep and passionate kiss. She relaxed instantly, letting out a soft moan of contentment as Willow wrapped her arms around her, holding her close. After a wonderfully long moment, they pulled slightly back, taking in each other’s gaze.
“What was that for?” Tara asked softly.
“Being you”, Willow answered, looking serenely into her wife’s gorgeous blue eyes, her fingers toying in soft blonde hair.
Tara smiled her lopsided grin and pulled Willow close to her, resting her head on her wife’s shoulder, her nose against her neck. She inhaled. “Mmm”, she sighed, “You smell nice.”
“I just showered”, the redhead stated matter-of-factly, kissing at her love’s cheek.
“No” Tara stated plainly.
“Uh”, Willow puzzled, “Yes I did.”
“I mean, no there’s more to it”, Tara explained, taking in another deep inhalation. “It’s you… lavender, pine, spice…”
Willow raised a curious eyebrow as she felt Tara taste the skin behind her ear. “And everything nice?” she queried, her voice faltering a little as her eyelids fluttered in response to her lover’s ministrations.
“That’s what little Willow’s are made of”, the blonde murmured sensually, tightening her grip around the hacker’s back, causing their breasts to press into one another.
“Tara?” Willow gulped at her arousal.
“Hmm?”
“Come to bed…”
Tara pulled back and looked into her wife’s emerald green eyes. “Are you sure?” It would be the first time they had been together since just before Michelle was born, not to mention the fact that her lover’s breasts were still bruised and sore from the previous night.
Rather than answer, Willow gently stepped away from Tara, taking her sweetheart by the hand and leading her quietly into their bedroom, closing the door behind them.
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TBC...
Edited by: DarkWiccan at: 8/26/02 11:38:41 pm