All Disclaimers Apply***************
It had been a long five days without Willow. And the stress of it was beginning to wear on Tara. If it hadn't been for Samantha's persistence this morning Tara knew she would still be under the covers with them pulled up safely over her head.
Tara laid the brush she'd been using down on the dresser. She fastened a bracelet around her wrist. Tiny jingle bells were attached between the burgundy and purple beads. Tara picked that one this morning because of the tinkling sound it makes every-time she moves her hand. She found the light sound relaxing. Grabbing a handful of bobby pins off the top of the dresser, she began to pin her hair up on top of her head. She held three or four of the pins between her lips, as she continued to put them into her hair, until the job was done.
Tara examined her reflection in the mirror. The jeans she wore were seemed a bit too big for her, but she loved the shirt she was wearing. It was made of red silk and had Japanese style flowers printed on it. Willow had picked it out for her, and Tara loved the way it flowed over her breasts. That had been the selling point for willow as well, she remembered the look on Willow's face the first morning she'd worn it. Needless to say, she had spent more time out of it than in it that day.
Tara pushed the light-switch into the off position and left the bedroom door open.
There a handful of toys scattered around the hallway. Tara, stooping down to pick them up, stopped at what used to be Dawn's room and was now housing both Samantha and Dresden. She took the toys into the room, lifted the lid of the small toy-box against the wall and put them inside. Samantha was laying on her stomach halfway under her bed rummaging through the mess underneath it. Dresden was nowhere in sight.
"Come here Sammy" Tara said, sitting down on the chair at the small white desk. She picked up the little girl's hairbrush and tapped it on her leg as she waited for Sam to stand up and come over. Samantha abandoned the mess under her bed and came to stand in front of Tara. Tara turned the girl so that her back was to her and began brushing her daughters hair. as the child's hair came only to the top of her shoulders, it didn't take Tara long to get through it. Samantha had never liked fancy adornments in her hair she wasn't a beret and bow type girl, she was like willow in that respect so Tara was done rather quickly. Finishing up, Tara tapped Samantha on the bottom with the back of the brush. "Okay sweetie, all done. " Samantha was still in her pajama's so Tara went over to the closet and pulled out a pair of jeans and an orange tee-shirt. She smiled when the little girl crinkled her nose up at the sight of the shirt Tara held out to her.
"I don't want to wear that one Mama. " Samantha said. The closet was set pretty high and the clothes were slightly out of her reach so Sam had to jump to point to the shirt she wanted. "Can I wear this one?" Samantha touched a pink and white stripped shirt with the picture of a kitty ironed onto it. It was her favorite shirt because Dresden had given it to her for her fourth birthday. "Alright sweetie" Tara said. Taking the shirt down she handed it to Sam. While Tara re-hung the orange one and placed it back in the closet, Samantha ripped off her pajamas. She was already in the process of buttoning her jeans and pulling the kitty shirt over her head when Tara turned around again. Tara helped her get her arms through the sleeves. "There... that's very pretty isn't it?" Tara said admiring her daughter's choice.
"Mama will you get my calender down for me?" Samantha was standing next to the door looking up at the kitten calender that hung on the wall.
Tara reached up and lifted the kitten calender off the nail it was hanging on. She handed it to Samantha who set it onto the floor and plopped down in front of it. She returned to her previous adventure under the bed, before coming back out with a box of pens.Examining her pens carefully she chose a pink one. Her tongue poking out of her mouth she carefully drew a line through the box on the calender marked Saturday.
Leaving her to it, Tara headed downstairs to start breakfast.
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Eww Dres...There's mold on that" Xander said, aghast. He'd come over because he promised to take Buffy out for coffee this morning, but instead of the slayer he had found the 12 year old in the kitchen with his moldy bread and spreadable peanut-butter. If Willow wasn't his best friend and he didn't know Tara so well, he would have been apt to assume the boy was never fed.
"I don't care about that. Besides....mold is good for you." Dresden said, spreading jam onto one side of the bread.
"Cause it's like... that's what they make penicillin out of? Xander asked.
"Yeah so while you are old and dying I'll still be healthy because of all the mold I ate as a kid." And with those words he took a big bite of his sandwich and walked out of the kitchen.
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Tara came into the kitchen just as her son was exiting. He was chewing a sandwich and was heading toward the stairs. She saw Xander in the kitchen pouring himself a glass of juice as she entered. "Hi Xand.... You're here early." She was used to the Scoobies just dropping by anytime they wanted, so she didn't question his presence in the least.
"Yeah... I was patrolling with Buffy last night and there was this vamp... to make a long story short, I lost a bet and now I'm coffee man... you want me to pick you up something?"
"Oh no thanks sweetie"
"Is Buffy here?" Xander asked.
"She's not back yet." Tara said, pinning a loose bobby pin back into her hair.
At that moment Buffy walked in. She was rotating her shoulder and looking rather tired. Buffy pealed the leather jacket she was wearing from her body. underneath, she had on a sleeveless white tank top. There were three long scratches across Buffy's shoulder and bits of dried blood was clinging to the white tank top. Both Xander and Tara looked up as Buffy came in.
"Oh my God Buffy what happened?" Tara was alarmed, she went to the freezer pulling out an ice pack she offered it to the slayer.
"What this?... Hard night. Jill broke it off with me..." Buffy said. her tone sounding a little depressed.
"Jill did that to you?" Tara was shocked, Jill had seemed like such a pleasant woman.
"No... This was a couple vamps and a weird monster-type back behind the donut shack." Buffy said examining the scratches.
"She's just so hot and cold." Buffy said applying the Ice pack to her swollen knuckles, instead of on the scratches. She winced when the icepack made contact with the skinned knuckles.
"The monster?" Tara asked, her brow knitting in confusion. Somewhere along the line she had lost track of the conversation.
" Jill...." Buffy clarified.
"Oh.." Tara said nodding.
"That's my que to wait in the car...." Xander said, making a face as if to say he couldn't handle another session of woman talk.
"bye Xand" Tara and Buffy said in unison before picking up where they left off.
"Actually she's not even warm...she's tepid...she's room-temperature Jill." Buffy said with a pout. "I think she might be a Demon." She brightened up a little at that thought..
Tara felt bad for Buffy, she seemed to be looking for something that she just wasn't getting with all the women she was getting involved with.
Tara sighed, It was time to have the talk."Buffy...lets have a sit down shall we?" She paused waiting for Buffy to look up from the tissue she was looking at in her hand."There are some things I've been meaning to say to you for quite awhile now, and I think this is a good time." Tara shifted, she sat on the stool at the counter and motioned for Buffy to take the stool next to her.
"This is hard for me to say, so I'll just spit it out..."Buffy... I don't think you're gay." Tara continued.
"That didn't sound too difficult...." Buffy pouted. "And hey...yes I am...see the ring?" Buffy held up her hand. Showing Tara the pink triangle she wore. as proof positive that she was in-fact gay.
"No, I don't think so Buffy. Look, I think you're just feeling disillusioned with the Y chromosome of our species and are looking for an excuse not to have to put yourself out there. I've never met Angel personally but from what I've heard of him and the situation, you were pretty broken up, when he left" When Buffy didn't say anything Tara continued.. "And then Parker...and Riley leaving for the jungle. Then there was Ed from the library car-pool" Tara had been there for the whole Ed ordeal... "And the guy from the hot dog cart, what was his name again?" Somewhere along the line Tara had gotten off topic,Which was unusual for her. The thought that she was possibly channeling Willow for this conversation entered her mind.
"Chris..." Buffy answered. "Hey! We are supposed to be comforting me right now now listing my various failures.:"
"Right sorry....My point is....You're not a failure and you can't let the actions of those men make you question who you are. It's not you Buffy, I'ts them. you're not gay...you were simply born straight. It's nothing to be ashamed of. Be proud of Who you are. I mean, you do have super powers."
"Yeah...there's that...." Buffy set the ice pack on the counter, turning back to Tara.
"And those are fun right?" Tara said, a supportive tone reflected in her voice as if she were talking to the children.
"I guess..."
"See, there's more to life than finding the right woman." Tara said, putting her hand on Buffy's uninjured shoulder.
"Easy for you to say, you've already found yours."
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"Mommy!" Samantha was coming down the stairs, her calender clutched in her hand.
Samantha ran up to Willow as the red-head entered through the front door
"Hi baby"... Willow said, kneeling down she scooped the little girl up in a hug. The strap of her carry-on was still around her shoulder and it was biting into her rather painfully. Willow sat Sam on the floor, and removed the bag from her shoulder.
"You're here too soon Mommy. Look" Samantha said pointing to the day she'd just crossed out.
"Oh... I see...you're right I still have two days yet... I guess I should go then..." Willow picked her bag up and pretended to turn toward the front door.
"No Mommy!" Samantha said taking hold of Willow's hand.
"I was just teasing, Princess....." Willow said kissing the girls cheek.
"I know" Samantha sighed, happily leaning into Willow's leg.
"Where's Mama?" Willow asked softly. She'd had the plan to surprise Tara the whole way out here, that's why she hadn't told her that she was going to come home early. Willow even went to so much trouble, (and it was trouble) as to have Anya pick her up at the airport and bring her home. Anya had offered to take the children with her to the magic box for the day so that Willow and Tara could have some uninterrupted time together. Willow was grateful to Anya, even though she knew the ex-demon had motives of her own. Today was inventory day at the shop and Anya wanted the kids to help her. That was just fine with Willow though, a little hard work never hurt anyone, especially if it meant Tara and her could have some special "alone" time together without the kids banging down the door.
"She's in the kitchen with Uncle Xander and Aunt Buffy. I'll go tell her you are back!" Sam said happily and began to scamper off toward the kitchen.
Willow caught the girl before she got very far. Wrapping her hand around Sam's waist, she brought the girl close so she could whisper into her ear." Samantha giggled enjoying the shared secret. "Go get Dres, Auntie Anya is waiting for you guys in the car."
"Okay." Samantha didn't waist any time, taking the stairs two at a time until she reached the top.
Willow picked up the pile of mail on the desk, flipping through it, Willow smiled when she saw Dresden coming down the stairs.
"Mom!" Dresden whispered. Samantha must have clued him in on the secret, because it was apparent that he was trying to make as little noise as possible. "hi buddy" Willow gave Dresden a hug. "Now scoot." Willow motioned toward the door.
Willow waited until the kids had gone out the door before she made her way to the dinning room. She didn't want to alert Tara of her presence just yet but she couldn't help being drawn to where she knew the blond was, even if it was just to hear her voice. The near week without her wife had seemed like an eternity and all she wanted to do was scoop Tara up and take her to the bedroom, but with Buffy in the kitchen that was going to prove more difficult than anticipated.
She was paying close attention to conversation going on in the kitchen. It was the same old thing with Buffy... Girl after Girl. She just couldn't seem to stay happy. Willow heard the the talking wind down and the back door shut. She took a few steps away from the doorway, making her way into the corner of the dining room Willow waited for Tara to come out of the kitchen.
Tara walked out and Willow slipped her arms around her wife's waist catching the blonde off-guard, but only for a moment before she recognized the arms around her.
"Willow...!" Tara grinned, attempting to turn in Willow's arms to face her. But Willow tightened her grip around her holding the blond in place.
Tara leaned back into the embrace. "Why are you home early? Not that I'm complaining..."
"Because I missed you." Willow said, placing a tender kiss to the back of Tara's neck.
feeling Willow's lips against her skin prompted the question of the children's whereabouts. "where are the kids?"
"With Anya...I'ts inventory day at the Magic Box..." Willow placed another kiss strategically under Tara's left ear, she knew this turned Tara on.
"Slave labor?" Tara asked, tilting her neck to the side, so Willow could have better access.
"Mmhmm...builds character..." Willow muttered in between kisses to Tara's neck.
" I agree whole-heartedly." Tara said, turning in Willow's arms so she was facing her wife. They touched foreheads, before falling into a heated kiss. This was what had been missing for almost a week. Tara was thirsty for the taste of Willow's mouth. It was familiar. Tara felt tears welling up in her blue eyes. She brought her hands up to tangle in Willow's hair. Tugging Willow's head back gently, she deepened the kiss. Tara hadn't seen Willow for nearly a week and there was a passionate desperation between them. Taking it slow was not going to be an option, neither was making it to the bedroom Tara soon realized.
Willow moved with her, mirroring her movements as they both tangled for control of the kiss. Willow moaned into Tara's mouth. Willow's hands were now moving over Tara's body of their own volition, seeking out any bare skin they could find. Her hands made their way up the back of Tara's shirt. Her palms flat against the blond's back. She slid them up to the middle and then allowed just the finger tips to make the journey back down.
She felt Tara shiver and couldn't help a small smile even as they continued to kiss. Tara's hair was pulled up and secured with bobby pins on top of her head, Willow brought her fingers out from under Tara's shirt just long enough to extract the bobby pins, allowing golden strands to fall down like silk against her wife's back. Willow smoothed her hands down Tara's hair. She inhaled the familiar scent of Tara's shampoo.
It was always something simple...a look, the way she moved her head...or it could be just in the sound of her voice as she says a word...any word...the word never mattered but the effect was always the same. An aching would start...a warm pulsing of the blood in her veins...and equally warm pulsing in other places...
This time it was Tara's hair. She ran her fingers through it again, pulling her lips away from Tara's only long enough to place a burning kiss to the base of Tara's neck.
Willow made her complete, there was no question about that. Willow was the reason she took every breath.
Tara brought her hand up the side of Willow's body until she could feel the soft flesh of her wife's right breast. Tara stroked Willow's nipple through the material of her shirt with the pad of her thumb, the whole of her hand cupping the soft mound. Tara continued to graze the growing bud until she felt it stiffen under her touch.
Tara's touch never failed to send electrical currents surging through Willow's body, she felt the familiar spark in the pit of her stomach followed by a need to push more of herself into Tara's palm. Willow arched her back into Tara's touch. bringing their lips together again she ran her tongue along Tara's bottom lip, biting it gently between her teeth.
That was the last straw, Tara dropped to her knees in front of Willow, the long skirt the red head was wearing made for easy access. Tara slid her hands up under the skirt Gripping the outside of each slender leg, she pushed her hands upward. Stopping at Willow's thighs, Tara brought her fingers around,sliding them across the skin until she felt the edge of the lacy panties Willow was wearing. She slid her fingers just under the elastic until she felt the soft curls graze the back of her digits. She looked up to See Willow's green eyes had changed. They were a deeper green than Tara had ever seen them.
The play of emotions on Willow's face was clearly visible as Tara touched her. Her breathing came faster, Tara's touches had stolen her breath away with the power of it's desire. She felt Tara's lips nuzzle the sensitive flesh through her soaked panties. She moaned as Tara's tongue flicked over her throbbing clit, her lips grasping for it through her panties.
Willow was only mildly aware that she was standing in the dining-room with her skirt up around her waist as her wife continued her torture, refusing to remove the last piece of material separating them. It was a thin thing anyway but the barrier it created was stronger than any iron chastity belt could have been.
Tara continued to lick and suck willow through her panties, wanting to draw out the tension as much as she could, before giving Willow what she knew her red-head needed. Still she could hold out on everything. Tara flicked her tongue just under the elastic far enough to come into contact with Willow's essence.
Willow had to lean back against the table to steady herself. Tara was gripping her panties by the waist and very slowly pulling them off. Willow felt the fabric moving down her legs, and Tara slipping them off gently.
"Mmmm...I love you...." Tara murmured as she kissed her way back up Willow's legs.
The smell of Willow filled her senses and the taste of her was sweeter than any taste of honey could ever be. And that was it. Nothing was left but the taste of Willow on her tongue, and the feel of Willow's body tight around her fingers as she slipped them inside. Willow was making the most delicious sounds imaginable as Tara was bringing her closer and closer to the edge. Willow's fingers were entangled in her hair and the gentle tugging was driving Tara crazy.
Then They heard the sound of a door shutting and the thumping of footsteps as someone came up to the front door. It wasn't until they heard the distant sound of Buffy's voice that they truly went into panic mode though. Tara stood up and smoothed Willow's skirt into place. Neither woman, in their rush, noticed that Willow's lacy panties were still laying accusingly on the floor at their feet.
Buffy came through the door and stopped in her tracks. She eye-balled the situation and a big grin spread across her lips.
"Loose something?" Buffy directed her gaze to the panties on the floor.
"Oh... Uh... " Willow sputtered, she picked the undies up twisting the material between her fingers.
"Those are mine" Tara said rather abruptly, taking the panties from Willow.
"Yours?"
"Yes see, I was on the way to the laundry room and on the way there was a-a..." Tara fought to find a good excuse, but nothing would come out.
"A big spider..." Willow explained, a little loudly.
"I must have dropped these in the confusion.:" Tara was blushing from head to toe by this point.
"I saw Anya outside......" Buffy said slyly.
"So...? Anya has been known to be outside on occasion." Willow said, a defensive tone to her voice.
"Oh, I just thought with the kids gone and the house to yourselves you'd be having sex."
Now it was Willow's turn to blush.
Edited by: MissKittys Ball O Yarn at: 1/24/05 10:36 am
by DreamLover » Mon Jan 10, 2005 5:50 am 
you didn't have to thank me 
because it's the truth. You are a talented writer!! And a really great one as well. It is always a 
if you update. 
I can't wait to read more.
Some how you've taken "reach out and touch someone" to a new level. Well done! 
and then when you think you can take no more smut..... there smut will be. 
) there'll be much Willow/Tara smutty goodness, yes? 
Update soon!
Interesting comment from Tara about Buffy not being gay, it appears she has a tough time with relationships on both sides of the fence. Looking forward to the next chapter with alone time!
But I plan to remedy that. Tomorrow,I'll come prepared with a tray of chocolates and some fruit punch...also, maybe an update. Who knows....? I'm feeling generous.
I apologize in the lateness of getting these replies up... I have no excuses...just slackerness...(does that count?)
there...I think you've been thoroughly punished. I can't believe you missed this updates of all updates to miss...you are the one always begging for smutty goodness... 
I finally post an update of it and you go and miss it... Good grief.... 
I guess we'll find out in due course
Maybe she regrets not forging a relationship with the children! 
maybe she want's another chance to be close to Willow 
Emmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmssssss!!!!!!,
or we could drop them off at the espresso bar. I know my mom will stay there like.... for two years or so and in the meantime we can PARTY!!!! 
