Hello kittens! Sorry it's taken so long, but I just started school again and it is going to be a bit a bit of a wait between updates. But I promise, they will keep coming
And so without further ado, or adon't 's here it is! (hehehe...I kill me....)
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The sun rose lazily in the morning sky, inching higher and higher up the bed, much to Willow’s frustration. Once it hit Tara’s closed eyes, the blonde would open them. And when she opened them, they would get up. And once they got up, she wouldn’t have Tara snuggles anymore. Willow pouted. “I want my snuggles, darn it.” She said quietly.
The blonde next to her smiled in her sleep. “M’kay…” she muttered, rubbing her hand across Willows tight stomach.
Willow squeaked. She hadn’t meant to talk out loud. But the sensation of surprise and trepidation were quickly being replaced with arousal and a sense of need. She bit her bottom lip to keep from crying out as Tara’s hand slowly mapped the contours of Willow’s stomach and sides. When they had memorized the lay of the land, they sought new roads…and headed north. Willow sighed as her eyes rolled back in her head.
Tara sighed as she felt the soft swell beneath her palm and gently caressed the flesh. “Willow.” She hissed, kissing Willow’s neck, still in a foggy sleep.
Willow whimpered as Tara cupped her breast and then proceeded to kiss her neck. Tara hadn’t forgotten any of the things that Willow loved. In fact, she was very quickly running down the list as Willow’s breathing deepened.
Tara slowly opened her eyes and smiled as she felt her Willow next to her…her Willow…her Willow’s breast. Tara froze. "Ummm…sorry.” she mumbled, starting to pull away from Willow.
“Hey…you don’t hear me complaining.” The redhead smiled. “Being fondled in my sleep by beautiful blue eyed blondes is a fantasy of mine.” She smiled.
Tara propped herself up in an elbow and stared at Willow. “So…you dream of beautiful blondes?” she asked, raising an eyebrow.
Willow’s smile fell quickly as she backpedaled. “No…I mean…yes, you…only you.” She shook her head. “Only Taradreams…no other blondes.” She said decisively.
Tara nodded. “Uh-huh.” She pursed her lips. “So…other brunettes…redheads?” she was enjoying tormenting Willow. The hacker was squirming.
“What? No…baby no…only you. I love you, I swear…I…I don’t even look at other girls…well, except for Buffy…and Dawnie…and occasionally Anya.” She frowned, then jerked her head back up. “Oh! But not like that…I mean, that I see them…with my eyes…and that they are friends, and I see friends with my eyes…I…” she sighed and looked at Tara, a tear rolling down her face. “I see you with my heart.” She said softly, reaching out and touching the girls cheek.
Tara was speechless. She hadn’t meant to cause a full-blown Willowpanic. And what the hacker had said…”R-really? With your heart?” she asked softly.
Willow nodded. “I see you with my heart and soul…and sometimes, I think I don’t deserve to know someone so beautiful, and perfect…and it hurts.” Willow looked down. “It hurts me when I think of what I did to you. Of what I did to us.”
Tara felt tears stinging her eyes as she scooted closer to Willow. “Baby…that’s the past. We’re here now. And I love you…I never stopped.” She cupped Willow’s cheek. “So please…look at me now.” She asked softly.
Willow looked up and her throat tightened. Tara was so beautiful. Sometimes, in the middle of the night, Willow would just stare at the blonde and she missed that. Just looking. She gazed into her blue eyes and saw complete and total love and devotion there. She cried, reaching out tentatively, unsure if she was able to touch the angel there. Afraid that if she did, the image would fade and she would be alone again.
Tara gathered Willow into her arms and held the redhead as she cried. She finally broke down and felt the tears work their way down her cheeks as well. “I love you, my Willow.” She whispered, gently stroking Willow’s hair. “You’re home.”
Willow settled into Tara’s arms, sniffling and holding the blonde close. “Yay.” She said softly.
Tara smiled. “Now…I do believe someone asked for snuggles?” she raised an eyebrow.
Willow grinned. “I thought you were asleep…but hey, never one to turn down Tara snuggles.” She said, sighing and happy just to hold her girlfriend.
Tara grinned. “Good…cause I want snuggles too.” She kissed Willow softly, her lips pressing gently into the redhead’s.
Willow felt her heart race and her flesh heat at Tara’s touch and knew that today was simply going to be the best day of her life.
Then, there was a knock at the door.
Tara growled, looking at the door as if she was trying to will the intruder away. But the knock came again, and louder this time. Tara looked over at Willow, who was pouting.
“Ok…Buffy’s timing sucks.” She said, untangling herself from Tara.
Tara nodded in agreement. Standing and slipping into a robe, she smiled and shrugged at Willow. “Yeah…but maybe she brought mochas?” she grinned as Willow’s face lit up.
Tara opened the door a bit and looked into the hallway, expecting to see Buffy standing there. Instead she saw a tall, dark haired young man smiling back at her. Self consciously pulling the top of her robe tighter together she greeted him. “H-hello…may I help you?” she asked.
Jason smiled seeing the blonde there. “Yes…my name is Jason Moorlon.” He extended his hand, and then retracted it quickly when he saw Tara holding her robe shut. “I apologize for waking you, but I was wondering…are you Tara Maclay?” he asked.
Tara nodded. “Y-yes I am…do I know you?” she shook her head, feeling drawn to him. There was something nagging her, in the back of her mind…something about him was familiar.
Jason sighed. “No…well, I doubt you would remember.” He said softly, looking down.
Willow, in the meantime, had gotten dressed when she heard it was not Buffy at the door.
Crossing the room, she stood behind Tara, peeking over her shoulder. “Who’s this?” she asked, smiling at Jason.
Jason extended his hand. “I am Jason Moorlon.” He said, taking Willow’s hand.
Willow smiled, taking Jason’s hand when all of the sudden, she felt it. Darkness…dark magicks. He was absolutely seething with dark energy.
Willow’s face went pale and she drew her hand back quickly. “Tara…we need to go…now.” She said softly, her eyes never leaving Jason’s. “We have to go get Buffy…we have…that thing.” She said, pulling on Tara’s arm.
Tara looked at Willow and then back at Jason, clearly puzzled. “Willow…what thing?” she asked.
Willow quickly shot Tara a look and then turned back to Jason. “Sorry…but we have to meet someone…in town…in public…so…see you later.” She closed the door and bolted it.
Tara stared at Willow with a shocked expression. “Willow…what on earth was that all about?” she asked in disbelief.
Willow picked up the phone and quickly dialed Buffy’s number. “That was a touch I am ashamed to say I know…” she was on the verge of a full blown panic attack. “That was one of the most powerful magic users I have ever felt…and it was all black, Tara…there was not a single drop of white magic in him.” She shook.
Buffy stumbled thru the hall and picked up the phone. Sighing Buffy started her usual tirade; "We'll pay you in four days…and if this is Double Meat Palace…no. I am sleeping in on my day off.” She muttered.
Willow spoke quickly. “Buffy…we need to get everyone to the Magic Box…like…now!” she said. “There is a bad guy on campus…I mean…evil with a capital E…V...I…L.” she said
Buffy rubbed her eyes and yawned. “Ok Will…what time?” she asked. Still waking up.
“As soon as we can all get there…this is an emergency!” she said, trying to spark more from Buffy.
“M’kay…I’ll call Xander…Anya will be happy to open early…I just hope they aren’t having ‘morning orgasm time’” she mocked Anya.
Willow nodded and hung up the phone, turning to Tara. She started to speak and then got a very disturbed look on her face. Picking up the phone, she yelled into the mouthpiece. “Ewww…visual place now, thank you!”
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TBC- I will do personal thank you's as soon as I can...right now....I'm late
See you next time,
Willowfan
“Love’s bitch?” Spike asked softly...
“Woman enough to admit it,” Willow agreed with a nod and a sad half-smile.
“Cheers, luv,” Spike whispered... -Answering Darkness by Sassette
. Besides, if Tara uses that ritual to kill Jason she herself will be killed in the process... which is most definitly not good. (and still sounds like a stupid punishment spell, on the white-witch part.. punishing yourself that way)
at: 12/28/03 1:47 am