Title: Miracles
Part: 1/1
Email address: mariacomet@hotmail.com
Feedback: - Bring it on
Distribution: Just let me know.
Spoilers: None that I know of
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: All Characters contained here-in are owned by and products of the genius of Joss Whedon and Co. I am only doing this because well...it's fun to play with Willow and Tara. Not making any money.
Special Notes - I wrote this in about an hour. It’s been a long season all the way around and I wanted to give the kittens my equivalent of a hug. I am not sure at all that this piece is any good and usually I’m not modest, but anyway…thought I’d toss it up.
One last thing, my intention is that this thread be for the Spoiled and the Non Spoiled alike. Let’s keep it that way, pretty please?
Miracles
By Mariacomet
The world slowly crumbles around me. Sometimes I feel like it is always collapsing, always just on that edge between here and disaster. I’m a tightrope walker and if my feet aren’t steady and my balance is off just a little, I’ll fall. Then I’ll be back to nowhere. Or back to the beginning. Maybe they’re the same thing.
She feels me shift. I know she does because she pulls me closer. Her arms are my heaven. Every day is this raging ocean, my mind, my heart – and all my doubts and all my confusions and all my battles – and sometimes I feel like I will crack open. But she…my Tara, she stills me.
Sometimes I feel nameless. Like everyone knows my name, but not my true name. It’s as if I have this secret identity and of course no one knows about it, not even my friends. But there’s more to me then meets the eye and I’ve been hoping desperately for someone to come along and remove my disguise. Or maybe this person I think I am is just who I hope I am deep down. Maybe it’s the hero that I long to be.
In her arms I am transformed. I’m not just Willow, I’m Super Willow. I want to save the world and I believe that I can. She’s my partner and together we are beyond all evil things. Nothing can conquer us. Not today, not tomorrow. Not even yesterday.
“Willow,” She murmurs in my ear. The sound of my name is like a long, slow caress. It teases my senses. It promises more. It holds all of her love for me. I wonder how she can make one word stop time. I press closer to her. The ocean in my mind is made calm. She is my sunrise. She is my moon. She alone controls the tides of me. “I can feel your mind spinning, darling.”
Well, I’ve been caught.
I am spooning her. She likes that. My arms right arm tightens around her waist. I peek over and her eyes are still closed but the corners of her mouth are crinkled in a smile.
“So…” I let my teeth press ever so lightly into the ivory skin of her shoulder. She shivers and presses back against me. “Distract me.”
I smile at her shiver. I know all your secrets, my heart, as you know mine.
She slowly turns in my arms. Her eyes are playful. So blue. It’s like looking into the sky. “We could…do some housework.” She teases. “That would distract you.” But her hands are giving me other options. Skimming over sensitive skin and making it hard, making it stand at attention and beg for more. I groan.
Her mouth follows her hands, and she draws me in, suckling slowly, leisurely. As if she has all the time in the world. And she does. We do. And oh goddess, she has no idea what that is doing to me…except she does. I throb and I bend like reed in the wind. She becomes a force of nature.
“Distracted yet?” She laughs gently, and for the first time this morning, she presses a gentle kiss to my lips. The first time, every time is the first time. All the wonder and all of my heart and all of my future, I place on her altar with every kiss. “We have to get up.”
Umm….My expression pretty much says it all. But I think the actual words ‘No way in hell’ do escape me.
“Willow?” She asks. Her fingertips are playing down my cheek. I kiss her palm. I wonder is she can see in my eyes how much I love her. Because I don’t have the words. I mean I have the words, I just don’t think I have enough. If I said those three little words constantly for the rest of my life, it would never be enough.
“Yes baby?”
She kisses me again, and I can tell she’s stalling which only makes me more curious. “Have you been happy with me?”
Such a simple question. And before I met her, I don’t think I would have had an answer. I tried not to think about it, really. It was kind of depressing to think about. But now my answer comes without effort. “It's worse then that." I nuzzle the tip of her nose with mine. "It's only with you,” I whisper, “that I’m complete.”
My sky - her eyes - comes alive with light. “Even after all this time?” She asks and suddenly she is that shy young woman I met in a Wicca group long ago.
“Especially after all this time.” I answer. I still tend to worry a bit and my worries suddenly peek out and nudge me. “Are you…have you been…happy?”
She tilts her pale gold head and her lips caress that place just over my heart. “Marry me.” She whispers. And it’s just the way it was twenty some odd years ago when she first asked me. I wanted to shout yes then, but I didn’t, I tilted up her chin. I do that now.
I looked in her eyes. I do now. I whispered, “Marry me.” And the words I say now again echo that moment.
Tears touch that azure gaze and she answers me, as she did then. “Yes. Yes. Yes.” Every affirmation punctuated by a kiss. Our mouths suddenly are playing a melody – open, sensuous, seeking everything and sparing nothing. Holding back nothing. Demanding everything. Our bodies follow that tempo and my hands are tangling in her hair, pulling her mouth harder against mine.
“I love you.” I whisper needing the words to escape before they break me into pieces. She makes me feel too much and it’s perfect and oh god…this is everything…Her hands touching me. Her words echoing my vow of love as her fingers scorch down my body. She makes me a phoenix and I burn bright and high. She reduces me to ashes and makes me reborn. Because I would do anything for her.
Sometimes, even in this day and age, people still give us an odd look. The whole lesbian-y vibe thing. Most people accept it as a norm. But...there's always an idiot somewhere.
When I get angry, Tara just takes me in her arms, and she makes me look into her eyes. She says,"Love...happiness...it does exist. If they can't see that, it's not your fault or mine. It's rare. But then...so are a lot of things."
Her magic is that with her words become more than words. They are the beginning, they are an eternal truth. She wonders if I’m happy. After all this time that tiny voice of insecurity. I know how she feels. We never expected one another, and we still – even now – can’t believe this – Us. It means that dreams come true, but it’s not supposed to work that way. True love is something that is supposed to be only in fairy tales. Miracles aren’t supposed to happen in the middle of a Hellmouth.
Yet one has.
Tara.
She is my miracle.
As this is true love - there’s no other explanation. Because this thing between us, this thing we never expected, has lasted out whole lives. That is, if twenty some odd years can be called a lifetime. Which, I think it can, though I expect another twenty years with her by my side. With mornings like this. And days that are lazy and filled with wonder.
We still make one another’s heart beat quicken. We still can make one another smile with just a look. We still are as in love as we were from the first.
Our miracle.
It makes me realize how despite all how little has changed, she is still my Tara. She is, even now and always….My girl.
Edited by: mariacomet at: 4/29/02 3:05:51 pm
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