Okay, if everyone else is doing it, so will I. Please more updates soon!

_________________
As one, they turn to the soda machine. It flies back into the door like a cannonball. Willow looks at it, at Tara. She doesn't let go of her hand.
(from the shooting script of "Hush")

My turn.......

Oh Emms! Darling, sweet Emms!
Could we have an update? Pretty please?
With whipped cream and hot gay lovin' on top?

Shy One

_________________
http://www.ditch-the-boss.com

MaxMalls - The Web's biggest and best stores

Yeah, Emms, how about it, old kid old sock?

_________________
Stocking Stuffers: Little Gifts from RKT

He Babe...you know I miss your story so much. So please...for me and everyone else...can you please update...if you need help you know how to find me.

_________________
THE KITTEN, THE PLACE TO BE

WOW! just read from the beggining and what can i say but its amazing! and so adorable and i think lil spencer is amazingly cute!

and update is needed like nowish! so hurry ur little socks!

mwah keep it up!



xx

_________________
" Living isnt just to breathe, Its living for those moments which take your breathe away"

I Love Spencer! I love this update! PLEASE post soon.
For The Love Of Kitten's Emms, post soon.
I'll be waiting.
*singing* Here We Go Update, Here We Go, *clap,clap* Here We Go Update, Here We Go, *clap,clap*
Akyiree

_________________
" God, Alice, when are you gonna make up your mind between dick and pussy. And spare us the gory bisexual details."
- Dana (L Word)

Hi everyone! Aww thank you for askin' for more chapters to be posted. I've been going through a little writer's block the last couple of weeks...but I feel like that may be coming to an end--if i can find time to sit down and write something... anyway, I just wanted to say thank you for all your kind words and support of this story. you all are great. hugs and friendly-type kisses.

_________________
G Wing

Hey Emms..

This is my first time leaving feedback, so I'm a little nervous. I just wanted to say, I've been keeping up with this story since you first posted it, and I love all the aspects of it-Willow as an incredibly disorganized yet highly successful buisinesswoman, Tara as a single mommy/artist, and of course Spencer...I have a two-year-old nephew so I have a soft spot for adorable little boys and Spencer is among the most adorable...I really love what you've done with his character, showing his obvious maturity without making him unbelievable. His temper tantrum proved that he is a normal little kid-but it was still so adorable!!! Probably the only time a kid threw a temper tantrum that spawned an "awwww!!!" from me.

Thanks so much for sharing this with us!!!! I'm really looking forward to your next update.

gahhh no it cant be coming to an end, i wont sleep at nite!

u better update soon cos i dnt think ull want my sleepless nites haunting ur mind xxx

_________________
" Living isnt just to breathe, Its living for those moments which take your breathe away"

oopps miss read wot u wrote now i feel like a dork

do excuse me while i just go sit in the corner..............

xx

_________________
" Living isnt just to breathe, Its living for those moments which take your breathe away"

Hi everyone! here are the replies to feedback left way back on chapter 10. I'm sorry it's so late....

The next chapter will be posted momentarily and then hopefully I'll be able to get the feedback replies for chapter 11 in a few days.

____________________________________________________________


Rachel! Aww you are too, sweet. I’m so glad you’re liking the story!

_____________________________________________________________

Dianneswillowtree



Thank you so much, hun!

_____________________________________________________________

Henny

First things first. Note to self: Henny loves a happy world.



Well in all honesty, It had been my intention all along, but the replies from everyone helped me decided that a “rental” would be the right way to go.



Yep. I kinda figured he was all with the cuteness.



Thank you so much, henny. That means a lot to me.

_____________________________________________________________

Amy



But no pressure, right? *nervous laugh*



No. You rock, Amy! And thank you so much!!

____________________________________________________________

willowbaby05











*scared* on no..! please don’t be demon-ey!! I’ll do anything… ANYTHING! [/begging]

____________________________________________________________

WillowRulez



Why yes it is.



Well, Willow did ask her to be the artist a couple of chapters back, but Tara refused, because she didn’t feel it would be a good idea. But thank you! Yes. I feel it’s much cuter this way, too.

_____________________________________________________________

Shy One



Indeed.


It’s possible.



I guess anything’s possible. Hehe… wait.. These responses are late and chapter 11 has already been posted so why am I trying to be all evasive and un-spoil-y? .



Yes Ma’am!

_____________________________________________________________

FiestySunnBust



Aww that’s so sweet, but hardly the truth.



Don’t say that sweetie there’s no one in the whole world above working in a warehouse. It’s a very noble profession, if I may say.

_____________________________________________________________

The Rose



Well, even the most well behaved of children can have their moments. trust me on that one.

Thank you for the feedback, sweetie!

____________________________________________________________

db



Thanks db!



Oooooo



That’s a great idea-- the artist thing, I mean. I bet Tara knows just the perfect person!



Happy belated birthday!!

_____________________________________________________________

Wimpy



Exactly.



Yeah, it’s probably not the best thing for her career…but something tells me she’s not going to be destitute even if she loses this project.



Kissage is never a bad thing.



Have I mentioned how much I’ve missed you?

_____________________________________________________________

Cindy



I must have done a good job vilifying Logan…everyone is all kinds of paranoid about her.



Probably not…but it would be fun to write. Thank you so much for leaving feedback, sweetie!

_____________________________________________________________

Highlandlass25,



Thank you for your vote of confidence.

_____________________________________________________________

Paul



She did indeed say that…and she had every right to be angry…and sometimes it is nice to see “angry Tara” get a chance to come out and play sometimes.



The naughty variety.



now I’m wondering what an Iron Maiden would have done in that situation….



I’d pay to see that confrontation.



You’re right. Willow should find a happy medium before her business goes belly-up and Anya’s forced to take a job at the local gentleman’s club as a topless pole-dancer….



I agree. So far we’ve seen Willow in Tara’s environment, it will be balancing to see how Tara and Spencer react to Willow’s world.

_____________________________________________________________

taraforever

Hi there Allison!



Thank you so much…whenever I go to this place where I can see and hear and taste and smell everything in the scene (but not in the scary way, lol ) it’s almost like I’m standing in the middle of the scene in my head…and I try to get that across when I write it all down…I try to make it three dimensional… if that makes any sense….



Aww thank you. That was one of my favorite parts to write.



I wouldn’t throw in the “hate” towel just yet… I have a feeling Logan has a lot more irresponsibility to toss around… and I think it’s a good possibility that Logan may ask Tara to get back together with her…but I’m certain Tara wouldn’t go for that…



I’m sure there will be a place for willow in there somewhere…(and I’ll tell you a little secret… I’ve actually already got that part written. and everything works out just fine…feel better?)



Wow…there was a lot of angst in the paragraph …all I can say, though, is that everything will be fine. (it has to, right?)



It is possible…



Aww thank you so much… you have no idea what a warm fuzzy feeling reading that gave me. And thank you for all your incredibly kind words… I appreciate them so much. At the time you left this feedback I was kinda in a bad place about my writing…but your words helped me to feel better.

_____________________________________________________________

Thianne Thank you!

_____________________________________________________________

Chris



Thanks sweetie! I liked your comment about Spencer.. ‘cos yeah, even awesome kids have their moments.

_____________________________________________________________

Irene,



Oh how I know…*hugs my dear friend* I missed ya….



A smiling Irene, makes for a smiling Emms.







But that would have ruined the surprise…!



Coming from you, sweetie, that is such a beautiful compliment. I too think it’s good for kids to be able to emote sometimes (just think how stressed we get when we hold our emotions in for too long…)



Exactly…to all of that, girly.



Oh sweetie…feedback whenever you like. I know how life can be sometimes…and just knowing that you are still reading and enjoying means so much to me. Thank you for all your kind words.
_____________________________________________________________

Anna

I'm really glad Willow and Tara worked out the car thing. It was kind of tense there for a bit…

Yeah, but all is well now.



Thank you so much, sweetie! I tried to make Tara’s reaction to Spencer’s tantrum as real as I could… I only wish I could handle a tantrum as well

_____________________________________________________________

Jea







Thank you, Jea-Jea! And you’re right…things would get pretty boring without tiny little misunderstandings to spice things up a little.



I think we can expect yet more caution from Tara regarding Willow and Spencer’s relationship in the upcoming chapters…but that’s to be expected.



This is Logan we’re talking about here…so probably not. I see more conflict heading Tara’s way regarding Logan. Hopefully Willow will be there to see her through it though.



Not me…that’s for sure…



Yeah, me too…



Yay!!



I love it when you swoon!



Yes to all of that!



Hmm… good question. Considering he threw a fit when he thought taking the car back would make willow not want to be their friend…something tells me he wont take Willow leaving very well either….although…he is a pretty level headed child when it comes to most things, so perhaps he will handle it well, after all.



Agreed. There shall be more kisses



I’ve always liked your babbles, Jea.

_____________________________________________________________

b]Sith![/b]



I wont punish you this time, mister!



Well thank you sweetie.

_____________________________________________________________

Karina



Thank you…I was glad Tara was reasonable about the whole car thing, as well…but only because it meant I didn’t have to write any dialogue to fix things between them



Oh I have complete faith that you will manage tantrums just splendidly. It comes natural when you have kids of your own (or when you spend a lot of time around children) You’ll know when they’re hungry, when they’re sad and need a hug and you’ll also know when they need a time out.


Well…I’d like to say that I don’t think she’d mind…but something tells me she would. Phyllis is the perfect secretary and if you stole her away, Willow would be stuck with Anya…and that is never good.



Aren’t we all?



I don’t think it will.



Yeah, for now…but I think we know how irresponsible she can be at times…I wont say more.



Aww thank you so much, sweetie. You have no idea what that means to me. ADL was my first fic ever, and though I’m proud of it for the simple fact that it was my first and that I actually finished it, I’m not slow to admit it kinda sucked.



Yes Ma’am.

_____________________________________________________________

Sally



No apologies for tardiness needed. I am the queen of tardy feedback.



Yeah, you know… I thought, what they hay? What if it didn’t have to be so complicated? What if Tara could just say what she was feeling and have Willow respond to that…the way adults in those type of situations do. Now don’t get me wrong…I love a good mix-up and misunderstanding…but I also like when things go smoothly.



Thank you! I think you are the only one that mentioned the RV thing…

Thank you so much for your feedback, sally!

_____________________________________________________________

Sandman Thanks! Swooning is always good.

_____________________________________________________________

Erin, I’m glad you’re still liking the story!!

_____________________________________________________________

_________________
G Wing

Hi everyone. Here's chapter 12.

[center][/center]

All Disclaimers Apply

Note: Thanks to Starcomed for her wonderful beta work.

Note: Thanks to Jeanne for her help with this chapter. If it wasn't for you sweetie, this chapter wouldn't have come together at all. Thank you, thank you, thank you!

___________________________________________________________

“And this is the guest room…though it’s technically never seen an actual guest…but it has high hopes for the future,” Willow grinned, and led Tara and Spencer back down the hall toward the living room. She’d taken them on a tour of the ten room apartment but had left out one feature which she hoped to show Tara a little later, if they could get some time alone.

“How long have you lived here?” Tara was curious because most of the apartment looked stark and un-lived in. The only room with any life to it at all was the living room - and that was only because it was the room with the most furniture. The carpets were white throughout each room, and in pristine condition, which she knew didn’t agree well, in general, with six year olds. Tara was concerned about the wrath of Spencer on Willow’s unmarred carpets. She made a mental note to watch her son closely that night in order to make sure he didn’t spill anything anywhere.

“A long time…” Willow was embarrassed, even though she knew Tara wasn’t judging her. She knew her apartment looked a little barren, but she’d always told herself that she would spruce up the place a little once she secured things enough at work to take some time off - which just never seemed to come around. There had always been something in the way, but now…having Tara and Spencer there made her want her apartment to exude a welcoming feel even more than before. She wanted Tara to like her living space - enough to feel comfortable spending time there - a feeling completely foreign to Willow before having met Tara.

“This would help,” Spencer said, spotting one of the paintings he’d given Willow, leaning against the wall in the living room. The painting was a small canvas 12x12 of a burgundy tulip. “We could hang it right there.” Spencer pointed to a spot of wall above the fireplace.

“Spencer…” Tara started to interrupt and say that Willow should be in charge of picking the perfect place for it, but Willow was already addressing Spencer.

“That’s a wonderful idea. Would you help me hang it?”
Spencer’s face lit up and he eagerly followed Willow into the other room, to retrieving a specialized hanger that would fan out inside the wall and provide a solid hanging surface for the painting. Willow had bought them a few years back, but had never had the time to do anything with them.

Tara stood back and took an observational stance, watching Spencer and Willow work together to hang the painting. Willow was wonderful with Spencer, striking the perfect balance between doing things on her own, and giving Spencer enough to do to make him feel like he was helping. Tara could really feel Willow taking the time to make sure Spencer felt needed - something Logan had never done, even on the good days.
_____________________________________________________________

Once the painting was hanging nicely above the mantel and Spencer was satisfied that he had explored every square inch of Willow’s apartment, he settled himself down on the floor in front of the couch and pulled a sketchpad and some pencils out of his backpack.

“You need a picture for your refrigerator,” Spencer announced to Willow, having noted, during the tour, that a refrigerator without a drawing seemed like a very bare, lonely appliance.

“You know, I think you’re right.” Willow smiled as Spencer gave a resolute nod and absorbed himself in his drawing.

Seeing that as her opportunity, Willow gently took Tara‘s hand. “Come with me, I want to show you something.” Willow led her towards the French doors, which would lead them on to the balcony. This seemed like the perfect chance to show Tara the last of the apartment’s features.

As Willow slid open the balcony doors Tara began to panic. She could feel her chest tightening, hear her heart pounding in her ears, and she briefly wondered if her legs would actually hold her upright long enough to make it onto the balcony. She tightened her fingers around Willow’s hand, taking strength from the redhead, who turned and flashed her a luminously enthusiastic smile, completely unaware that Tara was on the verge of catastrophe. Tara gathered the strength to return the smile, then took a deep breath, closed her eyes and stepped cautiously out onto the balcony. But all too abruptly, Willow’s strong hand was no longer wrapped around Tara’s, as she was using it to proudly draw attention to the magnificent view.

Tara opened her eyes to investigate the whereabouts of Willow’s hand, but was, instead, pulled toward the sight before her. Below them, thousands of lights in the buildings of the city flickered like tiny electric stars, but the beauty of it was soon lost on Tara - the sudden realization of exactly how high up she was hit her like a blow to the stomach. She reached out to steady herself, but it was too late. Managing to grab hold of Willow’s dress just as the contents of her stomach came up and out, she didn’t have time to guide the redhead out of the way.

When it was all over, Tara groaned and leaned back. “I’m sorry. I’ve ruined your dress,” Tara managed weakly, sliding down against the concrete balcony until she rested on the deck. She really didn’t think she would be able to look out at the view again. She wondered momentarily, what Willow must be thinking of her. She wondered if she seemed silly or less mature now that she had gotten sick right in front of her. But those thoughts only lasted a minute, when Tara met Willow’s caring, green eyes, she saw nothing but concern…and something more, which she didn’t dare try to name.

“No, you haven’t. I have 12 more just like it. My closet is filled with them,” Willow said soothingly. She was trying to help Tara feel better but she couldn‘t tell if it was working. She sat down next to the blonde, taking Tara’s hand tenderly in her own; subconsciously caressing circles onto the back of the other woman’s warm hand.

Tara‘s voice was small, but she could feel a smile grace the corner of her lips. “Like Marge Simpson has a million green dresses?”

“Yep.”

“Could we go back inside?”

“Come on.” Willow took both of Tara’s hands, pulling her to her feet. Tara swayed a little and Willow was right there, wrapping her arm around the blonde’s waist to steady her. Tara leaned into Willow’s body, absorbing the other woman’s strength.
_____________________________________________________________

Willow had changed out of the soiled dress and was now wearing a pair of sensible jeans and mauve top. She opened the oven door and grabbed a pot holder. “Do you feel okay to have a little of this?” Willow held up a bit of the roasted potatoes from the pan she’d sat on the stove top. Willow was worried; Tara was still looking rather green in the cheeks. She felt like she should be doing something more for the blonde than showing her potatoes…a cold compress maybe?. Willow pulled a rag out of the drawer next to the sink and, turning on the tap, she ran the water cold, wetting the cloth. “Here…let me…” Willow gently pressed the wrung-out rag onto Tara’s forehead.

“I’m okay…” Tara said, still feeling a little weak. She knew she didn’t have a fever, but she liked Willow’s hands on her. Embarrassed, Tara blushed. She still couldn’t believe that she’d thrown up all over Willow like a child would do. But now Willow was tending to her; pressing the folded rag against her forehead - only less like a mother would do, and more like a lover…only they weren't lovers, quite yet.

Tara blushed again, this time at the turn her thoughts had taken. She’d just thrown up all over the woman; the last thing she should have been thinking about was sex. Yet she couldn’t stop herself from noticing the way Willow smelled of soap and spice; or the way her small breasts formed perfect twin mounds under the material of her shirt. And though she’d never seen them, she could picture what they would look like void of covering. Of its own volition Tara’s body leaned closer into Willow’s warmth. Though their touch didn’t extend beyond Willow’s palm against her forehead, the contact lasted only a moment, muted by the rag between them Tara still felt the heat of Willow’s touch.

They ate dinner in comfortable silence, punctuated randomly by Spencer’s innocent banter. Afterward, Tara helped Willow to clear the table; easily completed because a quick rinse the dishes and into the stainless steel dishwasher was all it had taken, leaving them nothing more to do but join Spencer in the living room.

_____________________________________________________________


Willow was on the couch, her feet curled into the leather upholstery, Tara was on the cushy white carpet, facing Willow, her legs crossed under her. They’d been watching Spencer play for a long time and talking in between about mundane things like grocery shopping and which bills they always paid first. Tara had said she always paid her mortgage first. Willow found it funny, how natural it all felt.

Spencer flitted around Willow’s apartment in a Super Man costume he’d produced, seemingly from out of nowhere, as soon as they had finished dinner. One minute he’d been Spencer, a mild mannered reporter from Metropolis, and the next he’d been transformed into someone else entirely.

Spencer ran from the bathroom at the end of the long hallway shouting excitedly: “Look, Lee-Lee…!” Spencer stopped in his tracks; realizing the mistake he’d made, he looked shyly at Willow. “Umm…I mean, Willow. ” He jumped up and down, his red cape flapping around him; the slip he’d made forgotten in his excitement.

Willow looked at Tara, but the blonde seemed unconcerned, though she did raise an eyebrow, which Willow met head-on with one of her own.

“I’m faster than a locomotive! Stronger than a silver backed gorilla and I have the amazing ability to leap tall buildings in a single bound!” Spencer puffed out his bare chest, his cape secured around his shoulders with a clothespin. He had on blue shorts and a pair of yellow soccer socks pulled up to his knees. His hands balled heroically into fists on his hips, “Do you know who I am?!” he bellowed, in his best super hero voice.

“My insurance adjuster?” Willow said, using a most serious tone, though she was just teasing.

“No, Silly! I’m Super Spencer!”

Spencer turned is attention to Tara; running at full speed, he tackled her. However, she’d been ready for him and, capturing him around his tummy, she tickled him unmercifully until he slouched onto the carpet giggling uncontrollably.
___________________________________________________________

Tara was content to lean her head against Willow’s soft shoulder as they cuddled on the couch watching the movie Spencer had chosen. She looked over at her son, who’d fallen asleep a long time ago at the other end of the couch. He was stretched out and his bare feet were pressed against the outside of Tara’s left thigh.

On the screen, Ariel sang a lament to the sea and being bound to it because of her father’s inability to see that things could be any other way. Tara could relate to that. Her own father had, although well meaning, a relatively limited view of possibilities outside of his own farmhouse. He was almost blind to the world that existed outside of his own creation.

Sometimes she wondered if her father or brother ever thought about her - about where she was or what she was doing - she wondered if they ever thought about Spencer. Tara frowned and questioned why her thoughts had even gone there. It wasn’t as if she spent a lot of time thinking about the family she’d left behind…

Willow stirred against her and Tara pressed her nose into the redhead’s sweater, which had replaced the mauve shirt, hours ago. She loved the way Willow smelled…so rich and warm. Tara suppressed a contented sigh; instead she pulled herself away from Willow’s heat. Her thoughts had taken her to a sad place. Willow let out a little sound of protest as Tara lifted herself away but felt the other girl’s arm tighten around her, pulling Tara back against her. She didn’t protest, instead she allowed Willow to bring her back to the warmth of her body.

Willow had been dozing on and off while the music on the screen wafted around the room as if carried on a tide of its own. She hadn’t meant to fall asleep but up until a few minutes ago she’d felt very peaceful with Tara cuddled into her side. Willow’s half asleep mind wanted to know why her warm comfy was being taken away so suddenly. “Is there something wrong…?” Willow whispered groggily, after a moment. She’d sensed a change in Tara’s mood, and wondered what had caused it.

But how could Tara explain about her father and brother to Willow right then? Tara was so used to taking things inward and dealing with everything herself; she was afraid that she didn’t know how to open up intimately with another person. She’d never been able to talk to Logan about anything; she’d become used to keeping emotions about her father and brother to herself. She’d never wanted to burden anyone else with something she, herself, had caused. These were all such complicated feelings and they had been sharing such a simple moment. She didn’t want to ruin it any more than she already had. “It’s getting late,” Tara yawned, deciding to avoid Willow’s question all together for the time being. She brought her wrist to the bluish glowing light that emanated from the television screen, trying to read the numbers in the flashing dilations.

“We should probably be going…” her voice sounded false; she knew she didn’t really ready to leave, she just didn’t want to talk about her father with Willow right then.

“Would it be wrong of me if I asked you to stay…?” Willow waited, and when Tara’s voice came, it was thick. Willow shivered at the sound.

Tara shook her head. “No, not wrong at all…” She hadn’t really been ready to leave Willow’s warmth anyway…and Spencer was already asleep; it wouldn’t do to drag him out so late at night.

They were talking in low whispers, so as not to wake Spencer; discussing what it would mean if Tara stayed. Their faces came close together and Tara could feel Willow’s breath on her lips. Warm and sweet. “Is there someplace I can put him to bed?” Tara looked at her son, sprawled out on the couch in boyish sleep. There were two other bedrooms in the apartment, not including the master bedroom; Tara didn’t know which one Willow would prefer to put Spencer. She saw Willow nod, and then the redhead was standing, and offering a hand to help Tara from the couch.

“I’ll help…”

“Okay,” Tara agreed.

They smiled warmly at each other. Tara scooped her sleeping child into her arms trying her best not to wake him, but he was getting so big that she couldn’t maneuver him the way she’d been able to when he was little. She felt Spencer stir and wake slightly, his lids heavy with sleep. He muttered something Tara couldn’t understand and then wrapped his arms around her neck, closing his eyes again. He was like a heavy sack of flour in her arms; all legs and feet bumping into her knees as she carried him.

Willow led the way down the hall and into the guest room nearest the living room. She went in first, to pull down the blankets and smooth the sheets. She‘d never smoothed the sheets for anyone before she noted, as she evened out the wrinkled surface. “I’ve never put anyone to bed,” she confided as Tara gently laid a very sleepy Spencer onto the bed, and pulled the covers gently over his sleeping form. Spencer, sleeping, rolled onto his side, his hand tucked under his cheek. “He’s so cute when he’s asleep.”

Tara smiled. “You haven’t seen him in the morning…he can be a bear to wake up.”

“A cute bear, I bet.”

“Very cute,” Tara agreed.
_____________________________________________________________


The next morning Willow and Tara were awake before Spencer. They were cooking breakfast when he came out of the bedroom around 7:00am, yawning and rubbing his eyes. Tara had been expecting a deluge of questions from him this morning about why they had stayed the night at Willow’s, but after greeting them with a bright good morning, he had quickly settled in the living room to play. Tara noticed how completely at “home” he seemed to be and it made her smile…but also worried her a little. She thought back to the previous night and how he had slipped, calling Willow “Lee-Lee.” It hadn’t been that big of a deal, but she didn’t want Spencer developing unrealistic ideas about Willow‘s role in his life either. She was thinking about Willow as well; Tara didn’t want to put pressure on Willow or make her feel like she expected her to parent Spencer or anything.

“I keep thinking he’s going to pull a coat rack out of there,” Willow joked, not realizing she’d interrupted Tara’s thoughts. She was referring to Spencer’s backpack, comparing it to Mary Poppins’ carpet bag. As she said that, she watched him take a set of toy cars from a side pocket of the carry-all.

Tara chuckled. “He didn’t think you would have any toys so he packed some of his own to bring along.”

“He’s very good at entertaining himself.”

“Sometimes,” Tara smiled warmly, recalling the millions of hours she’d spent entertaining her smart boy since the day he was born.

Tara’s hand brushed up against Willow’s hand as they worked together, chopping vegetables and beating eggs together for omelets. Tara smiled, recalling how wonderful it had been to wake up against the other woman’s warmth that morning.

The last thing Tara recalled about the previous night was snuggling against Willow’s body on the couch after they’d put Spencer to bed. They hadn’t done anything sexual that night, but it was somehow better that way. Tara was faintly reminded of Willow’s arms around her, with the blue glow from the late night infomercial bouncing softly off the walls of the living room - their own personal lightshow. They’d fallen asleep that way, Willow in jeans and her sweatshirt, shoes off, white, sock-clad feet, warm against Tara’s toes as they held each other. Tara had borrowed a nightshirt from Willow; a rather loose-fitting, thigh-length, purple nighty, covered in pictures of hearts and cute-ish puppies - the kind with large shiny eyes and floppy ears - which she still wore; along with a pair of fuzzy-wuzzy slippers Willow had supplied for her this morning. The slippers reminded her of something she’d seen dead on the side of the road once as a kid, but she hadn’t said that to Willow; instead she’d thanked her and slipped the monstrosities onto her considerably cold feet.
_____________________________________________________________

They sat around the table eating breakfast and enjoying each other’s company. Spencer did more playing in his omelet than eating it; but then again, he’d never been a real big breakfast eater. It was all Tara could do, most days, to get him to eat a piece of toast in the morning and drink a cup of milk.

Tara, showered and dressed, sipped a cup of coffee and met Willow’s gaze across the table. She really didn’t want to, but she would have to leave soon - she still had to do so much work in order to get ready for the showing in San Francisco. She didn’t have much time to get a collection of finished work together; she hoped Spencer would be content to paint today as well…staying focused would be a lot easier if she didn’t have to keep up with him.

Willow watched Tara for a long moment, and was frightened by how right everything was feeling - had felt the entire time. Tara was in her kitchen, sitting at her table, drinking the coffee that they had made together and it was incredibly perfect…yet a little scary at the same time; scary perhaps in the good sort of way. No, in the best sort of way, she corrected herself. She could see more mornings like this in their future, many more mornings.

TBC

_________________
G Wing

Dibs!

How ashamed am I to have claimed dibs, forgotten that I'd done so, and only read the update two days later! Bad Kitten, bad!

Nice way to open the update, Emms, with a nice witty joke. Well ... I liked it anyway. Again, the sparse nature of Willow's live PT (Pre-Tara) makes itself shown. Really, it's kind of sad how little of an impression Willow seems to have made on the world outside of her career. Somehow I think that's about to change though.

Poor Tara. Definitely not the best way to make a good impression, puking right onto Willow. Yet, from Willow's reaction, as so many other people have pointed out, it must be love. No, not simple love but Luuurve with a capital L.

Super-Spencer I think I used to do that sort of thing, only just last week. But then again, I also used to do it with my teddy bear.

I like all the little ways in which Willow and Tara seem to be bonding together in the little update. Again, they resist the siren call of the flesh and don't jump each other's bones, and I think they'll be the stronger for it.

All in all, that was incredibly sweet, and oh so worth the wait. Thank you for writing this, Emms. From the bottom of my evil little heart, I thank you.

Cheers,
Paul.

_________________
That’s right: In order to make this event LESS popular, the female activists take off their tops and jog in front of onlookers. - Scott Adams, regarding the Running of the Bulls in Pamplona.

awesome as always,,, keep the updates comming.

Jo

xx

_________________
" Living isnt just to breathe, Its living for those moments which take your breathe away"

my first reply to this wonderful fic AND i get dibs!!
i read this fic 2 days ago and fell in love with it!! you are a fantastic writer and thank you for not rushing into the sexual part of their relationship. even though it feels right in other fics with this they need and cuddles and confiding in each other first. (the last part doesn't sound right coming from me cos i'm always with the woo and the hoo for sex!) but you get what i mean right?
ok so i'll stop babbling...once again amazng story. keep up the good work
kim xx
edited to say: i was too slow typing for dibs!!

_________________
"I don't want our first time to be a quickie. I want it to be, a longie." The redhead looked at the blonde and smiled sweetly. "I want all of you." ~ Willow to Tara in Neverland by EasierSaid
The most anticipated Chapter in the history of fanfiction everywhere!

ok if someone throws up on you and all you can think of it a future full of them IT IS LOVE FOR SURE i love how you are puting this together you have built a strong foundation

woohoooo!!! I love mornings like that....all snuggly and comfortable, plus the added benefits of coffee and breakfast food...

Thank you for this update!!

Wow that was awesome, thanks for that great chapter I really love this story.

It keeps me waiting for more, it cheered me up as well after a crappy start to the day. Thank you

Rachel

_________________
I Will Always Find You
Willow to Tara

Emms.

I love it!

I love that Tara notices the lack of lived-in-ness of Willow's place. I like how 'in synch' they are with eachother, I even like how Tara puked on Willow's dress (which Karinna has just reminded me she predicted all along).

And the image of them sleeping cuddled on the couch, That was lovely. You have a way of capturing those little intimate moments that punctuate the path to falling in love.

and

yup. that's it. exactly.

great great chapter!

Lookee here. You've made me gush!

db

_________________
I am, you know.

Can this story get any cuter? Every time you update it seems to be there is no end to this cuteness
Is it wrong that I thought the vomitting was really funny?
I wouldnt worry too much about Spencer calling Willow LeeLee. After all, he is a kid and I know from experience this happens a lot when they care about somebody and are too excited to get the names right. But it makes you wonder... Logan was such a big part of his life, his 'other' mom and it still happens ^^ But Willow didnt seem to worry about it. Really liked the part where they were hanging the painting.

_________________
"I don't get your crazy system!"
"System? It's called the alphabet!"

**sigh**

Emmy, will you marry me?

_________________

Frivolous Views

So Tara is afraid of heights? I wasn't expecting that.

Very cute date with the ladies.

_________________
Tara: Willow, I got so lost.
Willow: I found you. I will always find you.

She's mine! Damn! I was about to ask her that. I'm to late. Letting it be known, I'm second in line then okay!!

Now that my temper tantrem is over I feel free to post. Excellent update! My facial expressions throughout the whole reading looked like this . Again I'll repeat... I love Spencer. The whole 'Super Spencer' was cute.
Need, Update, Now.. (Look at this Emm's, you've reduced me back to a five year old. )
(Edited because apparently my spelling was horrible. 'Tis All. )
Akyiree

_________________
" God, Alice, when are you gonna make up your mind between dick and pussy. And spare us the gory bisexual details."
- Dana (L Word)

Oh Emms!

What a wonderful update, as always!

I loved the part where Willow and Tara were snuggled up
together on the couch.
*sigh*
How romantic!

But I do hope that we'll have some serious smoochies and....um....
other stuff.....soon.

And as a congratulations for getting over your writer's block....
Here's a great big smooch....



More soon, I hope?

Shy One

_________________
http://www.ditch-the-boss.com

MaxMalls - The Web's biggest and best stores

ooohhhh, you updated! i loved it. i really loved how at home tara and spencer were at willow's and i absolutely loved the this sentence:



i pictured my mom doing that after my parents divorced, she was always trying to entertain us three at the same time....very difficult but she did it! i was never bored with her.

this fic is simply great, even if i felt for willow about the slippers...awww...
great job emms

_________________
Vale
-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-

"When you get excited about something, one might imagine you as a small, maniacally grinning rubber ball, which someone throws at the wall in an enclosed room, and goes bouncing off every surface for about 15 minutes." - Mudrat

Yay! Just wonderful. Now our girls just have to get over their fears and do some talking and then some and then...the kittens rejoice. (One of my friends who is also a medievalist uses the expression 'Huzzah! The peasants rejoice' anytime something happens that she likes. I figured this alternative was applicable. )

Emms, you got the update finished & posted! I'm so happy & pleased for you sweetie

You already know that I love love love love love this fic sooooo much, & this update was truly one of the sweetest updates so far

Sadly, I seem to be kinda void of babble today. *sigh* I hate that my writer's block has extended to my feedbacks, I mean, that really can't be good, can it?

I guess I'm just gonna have to say, Emms, I absolutely love your fic(s), & this update was truly wonderful, & sweet & lovely.
I look forward to reading more sweetie.

Hugs
Jeanne

_________________

Wonderful update Emms!!
I'm glad Taras' fear of heights didn't keep her from staying at Willows', and I'm loviing that they're taking things slow. Very romantic indeed.

_________________
"Oh, I don't get wild. Wild on me equals spaz." Willow

Well, since you've stopped updating over at testimafy, I thought I ought to start reading the story over here.

I'm really enjoying this story, and the way you're building up their relationship.

I think Willow learnt a valuable lesson from the car thing, namely that if you're going to send someone a rental car on the spur of the moment, then it might be a good idea to send some sort of explanation.

I'm liking Tara and Spencer's visit to Willow's apartment. I was at Spencer shoving the flowers in Willow's face, and Tara's decision to give him lessons on that before he reached dating age.

being sick on someone probably isn't the best way to start a date. Though it didn't seem to upset Willow too much, so I gues it really must be love.

I wonder what Willow's going to do about getting an artist for her project. IIRC tara's only objection to the job was not wanting to work in the office. So the simplest solution would seem to be to let Tara do the work at home.

Either that or hire Spencer to do the work, since he seems to be a budding artist.

Looking forward to the next part

_________________
02/28/2007

Emms
yay, an update.

It's interesting to see the effect her growing relationship with Tara is having on the workaholic Willow. She is beginning to see the lack of home in her house, and is even endangering her livelihood by neglecting the organisation for the big event in her working year.

Tara is also beginning to tentatively accept that not everyone is as self-centred as 'Lee-lee', and let go her fierce determination to take care of everything by herself.

The date in this update was nice - even tho' poor Tara upchucked all over Willow - and good progress in the relationship. You have to be smitten if you withstand that kind of incident.

I'm happily awaiting more of this sweet fic.
Anne

_________________
Spells for Two

Every path has its puddle. Old English Saying... I think I just stepped in mine...