Timeline: Not any in particular, somewhere in season 5 maybe
Sidenote- this was actually going to be a memory in my current story, but the idea was so hilarious and my new story was so dark that I’m not sure it fits and needs a story of its own.
Sidenote2- Garner forgive me for not sending this to you first..hehe…
Summary- 2 Witches, Bubbles and a Rubber Ducky.
It’d been a Wednesday. To Willow, Wednesdays meant getting up at Seven am, a quick morning snugglies with Tara, a granola bar for breakfast and class until 6pm. On this particular Wednesday, it also meant meetings with two different Professors and Study Group until 9 pm. In other words, it was going to be a very long day. It was days like these where Willow wondered why she did this too herself. She’d chosen to have a three class day instead of two, or even one. But then again she remembered that she did love school, and the Scooby situations had been less hectic at the beginning of the new semester. The day generally consisted of two mochas in the morning, and two more decaf one’s in the afternoon. It was somewhere around three PM that the redheaded Wiccan decided a night with just Tara would be in order.
Tara had been about five steps ahead of her lover in the deciding factor for the evening plans. She had already drawn a bath with the lavender scented bath water she had bought from the Magic Box, and added several floating candles, as well as rose petals to the steaming water. She had already made sure that Dawn wouldn’t bother the couple, and Buffy was off on some rather long patrol night, as was the usual for the Slayer lately. The blonde had already slipped into the tub when she heard Willow all but collapse on the bed in the other room. “Willow?” The redhead made some sort of groan that signified she was still alive. “Will? Why don’t you come take a bath with me..” this was sort of a bold request for Tara to make and it did peek the redhead’s interest. “Baths are good. Baths are very good, and is that a smelly candle bath?” the smile had spread across the redhead’s face as she peeled off her clothes on the way to the bathroom, now standing nude in the dimly lit room. “A nice smelly bath.” Tara loved Willow’s terminology for certain things. Willow did indeed join her lover with a contented sigh, sliding into the tub and resting her back against Tara’s chest, loving the feel the water added to the blonde’s ample breasts. “Long day?” Tara smiled behind Willow at the familiar weight that settled against her. She knew the redhead’s schedule better then her own sometimes.
“Very long. And long meetings and everything else, and I had no snugglie time..” Tara could sense the pout forming on the redhead’s face, even if she couldn’t see it. “I’m sorry honey, I love morning snuggly time too, but, this we can make up for it.” she smiled and pressed a soft kiss to the very accessible neck, and reached out of the tub to the floor where she’d hid her present for Willow. “Rubber ducky you’re the one…. You make back time lots of fun.” the words where sung softly into there redhead’s ear and she heard the slight laugh as she gave her lover the rubber duck she’d bought.
“Rubber ducky I’m awfully fond of you.” the tone was sensual, despite the fact that she was, in reality, singing about a rubber duck. Willow turned to face her lover, revealing the smile the blonde had known was there. “Rubber ducky, joy of joys, when I squeeze you, you make noise. Rubber ducky you’re my very best friend it’s true.” Willow stole a kiss at the break in the song, sliding her arms around her lover’s waist under the water. They both started up then with the next lyrics “Every day when I make to the tubby, I find a little fella who’s cute and yellow and chubby.” It was Tara who sang the next few verses with the signature smile that only Willow knew. “Rubber ducky you’re so fine, and I’m lucky that you’re mine. Rubber ducky I’m awfully fond of you.” Willow was finally fully relaxed now, and a full blown Willow smile returned Tara’s.
“I can’t believe you remembered that.” It had been one of Willow’s favorite cartoons growing up. “I’m the one who can’t believe they let two adult male puppets bathe together on TV.” Tara looked bemused at the statement she’d just made. “It’s Sesame Street’s fault we’re gay!” Willow said finally, realizing what may very well be true. “Honey, Don’t go blaming Burt and Ernie…” Tara laughed at Willow’s realization and slipped her arms around her lovers waist, both knowing they would never quiet look at a rubber duck the same way again.
[This message has been edited by WiccansIllusion (edited March 01, 2002).]