by Willowfan
Disclaimers: Joss Whedon and Mutant enemy own all rights to Buffy the Vampire Slayer and all the characters therein. I am only test-driving them.
Feedback: Yes please.kindred69153@hotmail.com Don’t make me beg…cause I will.
Spoilers: Everything up to season 6x17
Story: Set ten years into the future, the Scoobies enjoy the holidays.
Chapter 1
The sunlight filtered through the curtains just enough to hit Willow in the face. She groaned her protest and tried to inch further under the protective cover of the heavy down comforter. As she reached across the bed to wrap her arm around her lovers’ waist, she was surprised to find the spot empty. Flipping the cover down from her face she stared at the empty space next to her. “Tara?” she asked quietly to no one.
Willow sat up in bed and her bare feet brushed across a warm patch of fur. Peeking under the covers, she spied Miss Kitty. “Hey you…where’s your mommy?” she asked the purring feline. Her only response was the cat yawning widely and shaking itself awake. Miss Kitty Fantastico jumped down from the bed and walked to the door of their room. Scratching, she made it perfectly clear that she was ready to go find quieter places to sleep. Willow smiled at the cat and reached the door handle from the relative comfort of her warm bed. “There you go, lazybones.” She spoke as the cat flitted through the crack in the door.
Willow slowly surveyed the room. Everything was just as she and Tara had left it the night before, except Tara’s robe was missing from the hook on the closet door. Tara was probably up at the crack of dawn. She loved the mornings. Willow sighed. “Guess I should get up too.” She resolved, pulling herself from the warm comfort of her bed.
Slipping on her down robe, Willow walked down the stairs leading to the plush and beautifully decorated living room. Silver bows and beads were strung around the room. Along with real boughs of holly, they were simple yet tasteful.
Willow smiled. She was Jewish and Tara was Wicca. Many times, they had been asked why they celebrated Christmas. Tara always smiled and shrugged her shoulders. She always said the same thing…Willow loved Christmas. So they would celebrate it. Every year, without fail, they would decorate the house. From Thanksgiving to New Year’s Day the house had the smell of Christmas. Mingled pine and Cinnamon. She loved it. And Tara loved doing it for Willow.
As she moved through the living room, her eyes shifted to the tree. It was a potted fir tree and Tara had seven of them planted in the yard, from past Christmas’. This would be the eighth. The tree was trimmed in silver and blue bows and sprayed with white frost. It was beautiful and it was stuffed. The bottom bough’s had been pushed up with various gifts. Willow fought the urge to peek at her gifts. She smiled and hurried to the kitchen.
Tara was busy at the stove. The smell of Tara’s famous pancakes hit Willow as she entered the room. Willow looked at the table and saw a plate with several pancakes on it. They were little triangles, which Willow had been convinced tasted much better than regular old round pancakes. Walking up behind her lover, Willow wrapped her arms around Tara’s waist. “Morning.” She whispered in the blondes’ ear.
Tara smiled and leaned into willow’s arms. “Hey there sleepyhead. You sleep ok?” Tara asked.
Willow nodded. “Yep…but I woke up all cold and missing you.” She smiled, kissing her lovers ear. Tara shivered at Willows hot breath scalding her earlobe. “Care to explain yourself, missy?” she asked, nibbling on Tara’s neck.
“Well..y-you were..oh goddess…so peaceful looking and I didn’t want to…um..” she closed her eyes and leaned into Willow’s lips. Losing herself in Willows kisses she hummed as Willow paid full attention to Tara’s soft skin and sloping neck. “Tara?” Willow breathed into Tara’s ear. Tara sighed and leaned further back, missing Willow’s lips. “Hmmm?” She mumbled. Willow smiled. “You’re burning the pancakes.”
Tara’s eyes snapped open and she grabbed the pan. “Oh goddess…” she hurriedly scraped the burned triangles out of the pan. “Vixen.” She turned to Willow after putting the pan in the sink. Wrapping her arms around Willow’s neck she leaned in and kissed her lover deeply.
Willow sank into Tara’s kiss, lingering in the feeling of her soft, full lips. Tara broke the kiss much to Willow’s chagrin. “Sit and eat… I’m going to get ready.” Tara turned and nimbly escaped her lovers grasping hands.
Willow pouted. “But I wanna eat with you.” She protested.
Tara smiled a half smile that always melted Willow’s resolve. “I’ll be quick.” She promised, looking over her shoulder. “Besides…” she continued as Willow began pouring the homemade maple syrup on her pancakes, “ everyone will be here soon.” And she went up the stairs.
Willow stopped and looked wide-eyed, the forkful of Triangle cakes she had just put in her mouth sitting there not chewed. She pulled the fork out and chewed hurriedly on the bite and swallowed. She ran up the stairs and pushed the door open leading to the spacious bathroom.
“Willow?” Tara asked from the shower.
“Yeah…” Willow called, stripping her robe and nightgown. “I just figured we could…you know, conserve water.” She slid the door open and stepped into the hot shower, steam rolling out of the door. “Hi.” She smiled to Tara, who was already covered in water and lather from the body wash she was using.
Tara just smirked. “Conserve water?” she queried, her eyebrow rising mischievously. “Since when did you become such a conservationist?” she asked, slipping the bottle of body wash off of the shelf and opening the cap. She squeezed the thick, lavender wash onto a puffy sponge. “Here…” she reached up and rubbed the cool gel onto Willow’s shoulder. Willow shuddered at the touch as Tara began to wash. Gently scrubbing the sponge in wider circles and traveling lower on Willow’s body, Tara never broke contact with Willow’s eyes.
Willow shuddered at feeling Tara’s hands wash her neck, shoulders and chest. Turning Willow around, Tara began washing her lovers back. The touch was gentle yet firm, slowly and deliberately scrubbing every inch of Willow from her shoulders to her hips. Willow shivered as Tara’s hand crossed her waistline and began the deliberate task of washing Willows bottom and kneeled down to start on her long, slender legs.
Tara gazed up and smiled at Willows reaction to her constant pressure. Willow shuddered and a low moan escaped her lips. Standing up, Tara turned her lover around and gazed into Willow’s eyes. Her pupils were dilated and her breath was ragged.
“T-Tara…” Willow began, but Tara placed a finger on Willow’s lips and smiled.
“Shhh…” she smiled. Tara leaned foreword and kissed Willow softly, barely brushing the surface of her trembling lips. Willow’s orgasm came quickly and without warning.
Tara smiled and held up the sponge. “Now…you do me.” She raised her eyebrow expectantly. A predatory smile grew from Willow’s mouth. Growling, she knocked the sponge away and wrapped Tara in a fierce embrace, kissing her passionately. Tara laughed inside and returned the kiss.
Chapter 2
Tara finished brushing her long, blond hair and turned to Willow. “How do I look?” she asked nervously. Willow smiled and walked over to Tara, fastening her earring as she walked.
“Tara…you are beautiful.” She smiled and kissed Tara.
“I think you have a biased opinion.” Tara smiled. Reaching down, Tara scooped up a fuzzy second opinion.
“Well, Miss Kitty?” she asked. Miss Kitty Fantastico meowed and batted at Tara’s earrings, purring.
Willow laughed. “See…I told you.” Willow turned and walked to the bedroom door, opening it. “Come on…”she held out her hand to Tara. “We need to greet our guests.” Tara took Willow’s hand and stood.
“After you, my love.” She spoke softly, following Willow out the door and down the stairs.
[This message has been edited by Willowfan (edited March 17, 2002).]
[This message has been edited by Willowfan (edited March 17, 2002).]
I am loving this fic. Except for the fact that since I know nothing about the Angel series, I'm a little confused. But I figure I'll catch on.