The Kitten, the Witches and the Bad Wardrobe

[ophelia11]

Author’s Note: I’ve been working on this story for some time and figured it was about time I posted something. It’s been enjoyable to write so I hope it’s entertaining to read as well. I’ve finished writing a significant portion of the story but am still working out some plot details. I’ll try to post updates as regularly as possible. Feel free to nudge .

Title: Impulse (AU)
Author: ophelia11
Email: mistressofangst@yahoo.com
Spoilers: None.
Rating: PG-13 for pottymouths and innuendo. Strong chance for naughtiness later on.
Disclaimer: The story is mine. The characters are not. :(
Feedback: Pretty please?
Summary: Can a chance meeting lead to love?

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Chapter 1

Impulse - A sudden wish or urge that prompts an unpremeditated act or feeling; an abrupt inclination

Willow shot up with a start and fell off the couch in a startled heap. She glanced around the darkened apartment nervously, but didn't notice anything out of place. "Stupid nightmare," she muttered.

A sharp pain shot through her right arm when she made an initial effort to stand. She rubbed her elbow and sat up slowly, twisting to lean against the couch. With the heel of her palms, she pressed into her eyes, willing away the haunting images. Strands of red hair were damp and matted to her head. She blinked several times to adjust her eyes.

Outside, the sun was long ago settled and the moon glowed against the blackened sky. Willow sighed heavily. She’d spent another day locked away in her apartment and what was meant to be a quick nap turned in to a restless sleep. Now night settled over the city, casting shadows through her two bedroom apartment.

Her living space could be described as open, spacious, even modern. In reality, she knew it was stark. The front door opened into a short hall that doubled as the entranceway. Near the door was a small table that served as catch-all for mail, keys, cell phone and other pocket knick-knacks. On the opposite wall was a coat closet that easily rivaled the bedroom closet she used as a child.

The hallway opened up to a broad space which held the bare necessities in ways of furniture. A plush couch stretched across the width of the room. Its charcoal fabric stood out against the white walls but served to ground the otherwise sparse room. A well-loved cherry coffee table was centered in front and a tall lamp was along the left arm, closest to the dining room. Two barrel chairs sat opposite. Their lines and curves spoke more to their cost than their comfort. In the shadows of the room they sat vacant, awaiting guests that rarely came.

To the left of the living room, an arched doorway led to a small dining room. Inside, a plain oak table was centered, a thin layer of dust extending over the surface. A collection of candles were centered on it, melted slightly by time, rather than fire. Like the main area, the walls were empty, awaiting artwork, shelves, or portraits to grace their surface.

At the other end of the living room was a raised hardwood floor that ended at curtained windows. On the left was a doorway to the guest room that doubled as an office. The door was always closed and easily blended in with the rest of the wall. The kitchen sat to the right and could be accessed through the living room or off the step-up. It had an open layout so someone retrieving a snack could easily look out over the room.

Off to the right, a small alcove held a series of doors. One led to a utility closet that Willow avoided at all costs. In addition to the water heater and other inner workings of the apartment, it also held the toolbox her friend Xander insisted on purchasing. Since its arrival, she’d used it exactly twice. Once to hammer a nail in the wall to hang the telephone and once to reattach the plastic pole to her bedroom blinds.

Straight ahead was a storage closet which contained stacks of boxes she’d never bothered to unpack. Posters and photographs were neatly stored away from the sun. More importantly, they were well hidden from eyes that could no longer bear being reminded of happier times.

The final door opened to the master bedroom. It, too, was devoid of decorations but she did take the time to make it comfortable. A king-sized bed was centered along one wall and covered with a down comforter and several oversized pillows. The linens were all shades of deep green and gave the room a regal look. Two simple oak night-stands framed the bed, each with a matching lamp. On the one near the window, a book of poems sat face down, marked with the corner of an old envelope a third of the way through. It had one drawer and the shelf below held a small tissue box.

In the corner opposite the door a small tan upholstered chair sat. It followed her travels from her first dorm room and was the only item, other than the bed, that felt like it belonged. Next to it the dresser extended the length of the wall under the small window. Also made of oak, its design was simple and classic. The surface was empty, giving the room a sterile feel.

Willow’s master bathroom was adorned with similar tones of green. She complimented them with rich brown rugs and decorative towels. Of all the rooms, this was the most homey. The linen closet was neatly organized to the right of the door. Near the tub was a small plastic stand which held several bath salts and gels ranging from fruity to floral. The curtain was a wild mosaic of leaves in all shapes, sizes and colors.

There was more than enough money to properly furnish the apartment, but Willow never felt inclined to do so. After moving in, her friends hoped that living in the heart of the city would motivate her social and professional life. Almost a year later, though, work was dwindling and socializing was nonexistent. The only thing that kept her there now was a sense of safety. The building was securely locked at all times. A series of rotating guards worked behind a small desk on the main floor. Given the pricetag of apartments in the building, they more often served as glorified greeters. In her short life, she already knew security had a price she was willing to pay.

She tested both arms and no longer felt any intense pain. It was still an effort to push off the floor and she groaned as smaller jolts of pain shot out through her body. Once standing, she reached over to flip on the floor lamp near the couch. Again, her eyes were forced to adjust to the abrupt lighting change.

With one hand, she reached back to work a knot from her neck and walked over to the curtained window. The view was one of the few perks of the apartment that she really enjoyed. Glass stretched from floor to ceiling, though at the moment lush, maroon sueded curtains sheltered her from the rest of the world. She edged the fabric back and stepped forward. Outside, storm clouds were rolling in, but no rain fell. Several stories down, the nightlife was only beginning to emerge as Friday night was still young. Willow had no interest in joining that life and let the fabric fall back in to place.

Walking away from the window, a tingle itched at the back of her neck and shivered down her spine. She knew all too well the things that lurked in the shadows outside her small haven. When she reached the couch, she sat to one corner and tightened her body in to a ball. She wrapped her arms tightly around herself and continued to shiver.

Several minutes of focused breathing allowed her to overcome the chill and push aside dark thoughts. Her eyes drifted to the digital display on the cable box and realized it was far later than she originally thought. Only a few minutes before nine left her a very small window to make a call.

She stood and walked toward the cordless phone that hung just inside the kitchen. A quick glance at the sticker on the receiver reminded her of the speed dial number. With a few button presses she was soon listening to a familiar ring.

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Several blocks away, faces moved in and out of the Dragon Palace. Couples and friends huddled around most of the tables sharing food and laughter. A steady stream of other patrons rolled in and out collecting bags of takeout, rushing to avoid the storm building outside.

Toward the back of the restaurant there was a counter with a few aged stools set up. The passage to the kitchen was slightly off centered. On the right side a cash register and credit card machine were setup. Bright yellow take-out menus were stacked neatly to the side. The rest of the space was taken up with canisters of mints and fortune cookies. A small sign was taped in front that said ‘.25 each’. Three stools were spaced along the other half of the counter and this side was vacant of clutter or merchandise.

It was rare that anyone other than an employee sat there so it became a spot where workers lingered whenever there were a few minutes to spare. Tonight Tara Maclay was seated on the end stool nursing a half-eaten egg roll. Her dirty blonde hair was twisted up behind her in a bun/ponytail combo. She wore baggy cargo pants and a long-sleeved grey v-neck t-shirt. On the next stool over, her messenger bag was held in place by a worn jean jacket. She shook her head adamantly, though a smile remained on her lips. “You’re crazy. The foreign versions are always scarier.” Her comment was directed to a younger man leaning against the wall next to the register.

“Okay did you see ‘The Grudge’ or were your eyes closed?” Matt ribbed her good-naturedly. “Besides the fact that I find movies far scarier when I don’t have to read them. Nothing like the subtitle telling you something bad is going to happen before it actually happens.” Though there were a few years between them, they became fast friends after the blonde's first few visits to the restaurant. His parents owned it, and after his older brother was accepted to medical school he became destined to one day run it. If having his future already mapped out bothered him, he didn't show it.

“Do not even start with the reading thing again. There is way more suspense. I would think you’d find Ju-On scarier ‘cause the American version waters down the whole skeezy man angle.” She shook her head again in feigned disappointment.

“Are you going to launch in to one of your sexism and horror debates again? ‘Cause if you are I think I have a table to clean.” He grinned widely though he knew his charm was wasted on her.

Tara huffed in response. “No I’m not, but when you look at the popular Japanese horror movies, at the root of most of them is a man that did something stupid which was likely motivated by thinking with his penis.”

He rolled his eyes though he knew she had a point. “I still prefer not reading the dialogue, but fine. Although ‘The Grudge’ was equally scary redone with that spooky kid.”

Chuckling, “You really hate the ones with a kid. You couldn’t even survive ‘Pet Semetary’ without a night light.” She smirked, fully enjoying the exchange.

His face grew serious, “We swore we would never talk about that.”

Warm laughter filled the air around them, “And it’ll remain our secret.”

“Secret? Who has a secret?” An amused voice interrupted.

Tara turned and grinned. “Danny!” She threw her arms around his neck and placed a quick kiss on his cheek.

“You know…I wish I had this effect on more women.” He returned the hug and took a step back.

“Hey, Danny, my man!” Matt held out a hand to his friend.

Dan appraised him with some suspicion, but eventually gave in and shook. “It’s Dan. One of these days I’m going to have to deck you, just so you know.”

Matt’s toothy grin didn’t fade in the slightest. “Yeah, yeah. How ya been man?”

He took several seconds to consider his response. “Good. You?”

“Eh. Same old grind.” Matt shrugged. His dark eyes hinted that more existed behind them, but his good-buddy demeanor never wavered to reveal what that might be.

Dan nodded once before turning his attention back to Tara. Wordlessly, he raised one eyebrow which indicated the question was now directed to her.

She nodded. “Things are good. No exciting developments to report.”

“Too bad.” He cocked his head to one side. “No new ‘special someone’?”

“Not since she had to change her cell number again after the last ‘someone special’.” Matt couldn’t help but chuckle. The only person that seemed to have worse luck in the romance department than he did, was Tara.

She responded with a sharp glare, but eventually conceded. “Thank you very much for the support. Anyway, a definite ‘no’ to that. I think I really should be single for awhile.”

“Understandable. Though if you change your mind, I know the perfect girl. I could make a call.” From someone else, the offer would’ve seemed a joke. His features were soft and told her he was sincere.

Smiling, “I appreciate the offer, but I don’t think so.”

Dan nodded. “Fair enough. But if you change your mind...”

She smiled robotically. I’m afraid to see his idea of the perfect girl. “I know who to call.”

“Don’t think I don’t know you’re placating me,” he grinned. “I do think you should try to get out more in a non-dating, social way. If you spend any more time here you’re going to permanently smell like shrimp puffs and egg rolls.”

“Hey!” Matt and Tara cried in unison.

Dan could only chuckle at the matching looks of offense on their faces. Turning to Matt, “If it makes you feel any better, you smell like a regular puff.”

Tara snickered under her breath. The shrill ring of the phone cut through the noise and interrupted their dispute.

Matt stuck his tongue out at the blonde before reaching for the handset. “Dragon Palace.” He sighed and glanced over his shoulder. “Sorry, lady. His shift ended at nine….yeah, all right. I’ll check. Hold on.” He pressed a button on the receiver and set down the phone. He disappeared briefly in to the back and returned, rolling his eyes.

“Another of Jake’s secret admirers?” Dan queried.

“I wish. Just some kooky lady nearby wanting take out. She calls ever so often and Jake will deliver food to her apartment. No happy meal home deliveries tonight, though.” He started to reach for the phone, but Dan stopped him.

“You guys don’t deliver…” It was an obvious statement, but he was having trouble understanding the situation.

“No kidding. But she pays like twice what the order totals just to have it brought to her. Like I said…kook.” Matt looked at him with an odd expression, wondering why he was taking an interest.

“Is she handicapped?” Tara, too, was intrigued by the call and confused by her reaction.

“I don’t think so. Jake said she was pretty hot, but real skittish. What’s the deal, Tara? Why’s it matter?” He was becoming frustrated that she continued to drag on the conversation. There were plenty of other things he needed to do and just wanted to get the unusual woman off the phone.

Tara shrugged. “I don’t know. It just seems like she’s going to a lot of trouble. Makes you kinda wonder why someone would pay that kind of money to have food from a few blocks away.” Her face scrunched in thought.

Matt shook his head. “Maybe it makes you wonder. Me? Not so much.”

“Fine. But there are plenty of delivery places in this area. Why pay more to order from a place that doesn’t offer it?”

He smirked. “K-O-O-K.”

For some reason Tara didn’t feel right laughing at the stranger’s expense and reached out to swat his arm. “Stop. It sounds more sad than crazy.” She was quiet for a few seconds while she worked out details in her mind and finally nodded to herself with a new found resolve. You said she lives near here, right? I’m on my way home anyway so it’s not far…”

“You have got to be kidding me.” Matt looked at her with disbelief. “There is no way I’m going to let you go drop off food at some stranger’s apartment.” He looked to Dan for support, but the other man merely shrugged.

Tara looked at him incredulously. “Let me?”

Chagrined, Matt spoke more calmly. “You know what I meant.”

“Maybe. But this isn’t about you letting me do anything. If she was really that weird or a nuisance or whatever then Jake would have said something, right?” She watched him for a reaction and he managed a non-committal shrug. “Just take her order.” Her eyebrows raised in such a way that he had flashes of his mother’s stern look as a child and he threw his hands up in surrender.

Meanwhile, Dan turned an inquisitive eye toward Tara. “Care to explain?”

Tara shook her head, “Even if I could…”

“You know this wasn’t quite what I had in mind by the ‘getting out more’ speech.” He smiled and was pleased to see her do the same.

“Yeah, yeah.”

“I can go with you if you’d like?” The first time he met Tara, there was an instant attraction…at least from him. After being politely dismissed, they found they had a lot in common and became friends. Since then, he kept a protective eye on her, much like a big brother.

“Thanks, but I’ll be okay.”

Matt was still shaking his head as he finished up the call. “Uh huh. Uh huh. All right. We’ll have it over to you soon.” He reached for the notepad and began writing. When he was finished he raised his head and shook it at Tara. “Sometimes I worry about you.”

“Just get back to the kitchen, you.” He disappeared again and Tara shifted impatiently, waiting for the order to be completed. What have I gotten myself in to now?

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“It was just a bad dream, Buffy. I feel silly enough about it.” Willow was pacing around her apartment.

“I know, but I’ve had some doozies over the years too. I just wanna make sure you’re okay.”

“That’s sweet, really. But even if I wasn’t, it’s not like you can hop on a plane. I don’t even remember all the details,” she lied. “But boy did my elbow hurt when I fell on it.” Willow hoped she could lighten the conversation.

“Okay, okay. But if you have anymore, you’ll call?” The concern was evident in Buffy’s voice.

“Promise. Now you promise to check your email and go over the final preparations I sent?” In the last few years, Buffy became much more adept at using the computer and Willow enjoyed having an online buddy.

“Yeah, yeah. How much should I run by Dawn?”

“As little as possible. I know it’s her party, but if it were up to her everyone would be in expensive shoes drinking cheap beer and eating sliders. College taste should never be trusted outside of the dorms.” She grinned thinking about her little sister by-proxy.

Buffy’s laugh was hardy and burst through the phone line. “This is true. Okay, I’m getting ready to go out, but I’ll check my email first thing tomorrow.”

“Which if memory serves, will be some time after one,” she teased.

“Ha ha. There are no longer good cartoons on Saturday morning so what else am I supposed to do?”

Sighing, “You’re right. What was I thinking?”

“Exactly.” Buffy punctuated her answer with a huff for emphasis. “Okay, I’m going. Love you.”

“Love you too.” Willow smiled and waited to hear the click of the phone hanging up. She returned the phone to its cradle. The clock now read 9:20 and she opted for a quick shower to wash away the last remnants of her dream.

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Tara sat on her stool swinging her legs randomly to amuse herself. Dan excused himself a few minutes earlier and she waited idly for the food to be complete. Her eyes darted around the back of the restaurant, never landing on anything for more than a few seconds. What am I doing?

She didn’t have time to ponder answers before Matt emerged from the back. He carried several Styrofoam containers to the counter and began bagging them. Tara stood slowly, put on her jacket and crossed the strap of her bag over her shoulder. Matt approached with two plastic bags nearly full. He placed them in front of Tara and looped the handles in to a knot. “Wow. I guess if you’re paying for a delivery, you might as well make it worth your while.”

“I guess.” He shrugged. “Are you sure you’re okay with this?”

Smiling, “It’s a little late for second guesses don’t you think?” She pulled the wallet out of her jacket pocket and pulled out several bills.

Matt hesitated, not wanting to take the money but knowing it needed to be in the drawer at the end of the night. “I mean I could probably take a little time and go with you…” He stopped when he saw Tara shaking her head.

“Matt, I appreciate the concern, but it’s fine. No worries. Now give me the food, write down the address and I’ll be on my way.”

The dark haired man was still shaking his head as he wrote. “I want you to call me when you get there, okay?”

“If you really want me to, I will. Granted I will still have to deliver the food after that, but if my arrival is the ultimate concern…” She enjoyed teasing him. Many times he would wind himself up so tightly while she stayed relaxed.

Interrupting her, Matt spoke with a flat tone. “You know what I mean. Be careful. It’s supposed to start storming any time now.”

She stepped forward and wrapped her arms around his neck. When she pulled back, she placed a light kiss on his cheek. “Thank you for looking out for me, but I’m sure it’s fine. I might swing by the video store afterwards so I’ll give you a call or text you or something when I’m home.”

“Fine, fine. Now get out of here.” His goofy smile was back and he pointed toward the front door.

Tara nodded and picked up the bags from the counter. She maneuvered through the full tables and pressed her back against the door to push it open. The air was a little chilly and she shivered as she made her way down the sidewalk toward her car. With some effort she was able to get the bags in to the front passenger seat without spilling anything.

She pulled her jacket tighter around her as she walked around to the driver’s door. Once inside, she shoved the key in to the ignition and waited impatiently for the heat to kick on. The address was scribbled on a scrap of paper clutched in her hand. She unfolded it and read the address. Though she was not sure of the exact location, she knew the general area and pulled out in that direction.

Roughly ten minutes later Tara pulled in to an open spot in front of one of the nicest apartment buildings downtown. "I guess someone that pays double for home delivery should live in a place like this." She suddenly felt underdressed and looked down at her clothing. This is ridiculous. I'm just making a delivery.

She took a deep breath and pushed open the car door. The wind was picking up outside so she moved quickly to the passenger door. After retrieving the two bags, she pressed the automatic lock button and closed the door. She made her way to the well lit entrance. There was an intercom system at the door, but she heard a buzz and click when she approached. Once inside she was stopped by a man in uniform.

"I'm here to deliver take-out to apartment 15-A?" Though she knew she had a legitimate reason to be in the building, all the security was intimidating.

The man looked to be in his early 30's and light blonde hair peaked out from beneath his hat. He sensed the young woman's nervousness and offered a warm smile. "It's all right, miss. I was told to expect you."

She smiled with relief. Nodding toward the elevators, "Do I need a code for the elevator?"

"I'll get you set, ma'am." He paused, "Doesn't a guy usually do this?"

"Yes, sir. He was already off shift so I'm the temporary substitute." The bags seemed to get heavier the longer they stood. Each passing moment in the lobby made her feel more out of place.

Realizing he was making the young woman uncomfortable, he escorted her to an elevator and pressed the up arrow. "You're all set."

"Thank you." Tara stepped in to the car and was grateful when the doors closed and it began moving toward its destination. As she moved higher, though, she found the nervousness from downstairs returned with a vengeance. Why in the world am I so nervous?

The elevator seemed to glide to a stop and the doors spread open. Elegant carpet stretched the length of the hallway and various art pieces hung on the wall. It felt more like a hotel than an apartment building and she was reminded again at her very different economic status. She stepped out and felt, rather than saw, the doors close behind her. No turning back now.

There were only four doors that she saw and she was impressed by the apparent size of each apartment. Mine would fit at least twice. Spotting her destination ahead, she moved toward it. For no explainable reason the Darth Vader theme began playing in her head and she couldn’t help but giggle.

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Willow had to admit that the shower made her feel immensely better. The hot water and steam worked their magic on her sore muscles and left her feeling refreshed. She turned the knobs to shut off the water and reached up to wring out her hair. One arm snuck around the shower curtain and felt around for the fresh towel she’d hung. She pulled it back inside and dried herself, slightly protected from the cooler air that was waiting just outside. Finally, she flipped her hair over and wrapped the towel around her head.

As expected, the chill hit her immediately after she pulled back the cloth barrier. Without hesitation, she grabbed the terricloth robe hanging off the back of the door and quickly wrapped it around her. She exited the room and turned toward her bedroom to retrieve clothes. A soft knock on her door interrupted the journey and she froze.

The debate in her mind started and ended quickly. She certainly preferred answering a door fully dressed as opposed to her robe but was afraid dressing would take too long. Though it was hardly a compromise, she pulled the towel from her head and tossed it over the corner of the bathroom door. Cursing under her breath, she made her way to the front door, using her fingers to comb out her hair as she walked.

She’d lived in the city for many years but mostly kept to herself. Because of this, she really didn’t know that many people. When she peaked through the peephole on the door, the person on the other side was unfamiliar. For the life of her, she couldn’t decide what to do. She looked down and berated herself for choosing the bathrobe. Swallowing hard, she managed to speak with a crisp voice. “Who is it?”

[Zooeys_Bridge]

woot! new story, I'm digging it Ophelia. The mystery is already deep, keep it coming.
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[jay/wt4evr]

Weehee new story
Hanign on for more
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[jasmydae]

I'm already interested. ^_^

Quick correction before I forget: "It’s charcoal fabric stood out" --> Its

I'm curious about Willow's situation, to be sure, and I enjoyed the banter between friends at the restaurant.

I think there's too much description of Willow's apartment early on. We're thrown into the story with Willow waking abruptly from a nightmare, which is an attention grabber, then dragged through ten paragraphs describing every room in her domicile. Unless this information is critical to the immediate plot of the story, it might be a good idea to spread it out over a few scenes in the apartment, or strip it out entirely.

Some descriptions are useful for character-building. I liked the mention of the toolbox, and Xander's insisting that she buy it.

Does Dan work at the restaurant, as well, or was he just stopping in to eat (or even just to say hi to his friend)?

I like the setup of the story, and I'm already looking forward to the next chapter.

~ Megan
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[mixxie]

Great start! You have a good writing style, and you've obviously put a lot of thought into the details. I can't wait to read more.

[JUSTJENN]

Oh my..!! this for sure is gonna be one of my favorites!! the title is short, simple and llamative, and your writing is excelent, at least for me it is. What I loved most was that the chapter was really long, thanks for that!... the only thing I don't like is knowing I'll have to wait to read the next one, please don't take too long...
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[Shai]

Laura! You're back with a new story! Yay! Ok, so I'm already intrigued, which is a good thing right?! Now I get to hound YOU for updates, so when's the next one coming our way Missy? And why hasn't Mistress Mika replied here yet...has she decided to stay away from both our fics?

[Zampsa1975]

Yay for good beginning... I wonder what gives Willow nightmares and why she is so withdrawn from the world... I hope Tara is able to make Willow blossom again...
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[irishgrl3]

Yay!
You're posting a new fic!
I am really digging this so far, and can't wait to see where the story goes.

Interesting Willow... she seems to be hiding out or hiding from something. Her apartment sounds like a great place with a lot of potential but in it's current state seems empty and awfully lonely.

I like really like Tara so far, hanging with the guys, having a friend like Matt that is looking out for her like a (good/nice/not Donny) brother.

Looking forward to when Willow finally opens the door

-anna

[SmileyCC]

Great start! I’m already hooked. Hope to be reading more soon.

[ceridwen]

Noooooooo........!!!! You can't stop there.... I wanted them to at least meet.

You'll update real soon, right? Pretty please?
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[ophelia11]

Hey everyone. Hope you’ve been enjoying so far. Next chapter should be up fairly soon. Individual replies below:

Zooeys_Bridge: Excellent. Glad you’re enjoying. I enjoy reading a good mystery so I hope I can pull it off.

jay/wt4evr: Definitely hang with me. I think it’ll be worth it. Or else that was me shamelessly lying so I’ll get more FB. But I think it’s the first one.

jasmydae: Those typos always sneak up don’t they? I think character building works many different ways. Sure I wanted to get the room description over with because I’m more of a dialogue person. Still, for me, it was less about the physical apartment as much as an indirect reflection of Willow herself. Does the layout of the living space really matter? Not so much. Does its lack of personality? I think so.

mixxie: Thanks so much! I enjoy writing very much so it means a lot when people appreciate it. Hope you stick with it and continue to be entertained.

JUSTJENN: First of all, welcome to the board. It’s good to have you. I’m glad you like the style. I also tend to be a long chapter person so you’re in luck. I’ll try not to keep you waiting too long.

Shai: I am back after much deliberation. I think the first new post is the hardest. Several weeks of waffling occurred prior to the posting. Hound away. I’ve certainly earned it. I force Mika to read my stuff ahead of time to make sure I haven’t totally jumped storylines and what-not. She keeps insisting that she won’t visit your fic until a kiss is on the horizon.

Zampsa1975: Glad you liked the beginning. It’s sometimes hard to get a good hook. Willow’s been withdrawn for a while, but if anyone can draw her out it’s gotta be our favorite blonde vixen.

irishgrl3: Hey stranger. I just responded to FB on the other story. lol. Glad you’re in to it so far. I think you’re in for a fun ride. I’m only slightly biased in my opinion. Tara’s always fun to write and in this story she’s comfortable with herself while Willow is the one withdrawn from the world. Are you so sure you know who is on the other side of Willow’s door? (Sorry...had to taunt a bit)

SmileyCC: Thanks for the feedback. It is much appreciated! I have a few kinks to work out in the early chapters, but I hope keep updates on a regular schedule so you shouldn’t wait too long.

ceridwen: C’mon! I loves me the cliffhangers. They are so delicious to write. I promise a meeting very soon.

[tacoda13]

I love it so far. Need more updates soon.
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[marciam]

Wow, I've been a MIA lately but I came back just to check out your new story. I do remember your "wonderful" cliffhangers, I just hope none of these last two years I'm enjoying the suspense already, and the thought did cross my mind that it might be one of those switcheroos where Willow opens the door to someone else and Tara's at another apartment delivering food. I'm anxious for more and will be more deligent in my feedback which should completely inspire you to keep those updates rolling

[Mikaelah]

Whoa Marciam! Long time! Good to see you are around again! How's life?

Sheebs, I am not avoiding both of your stories, I read Laura's before it is even posted. It is just yours I am avoiding. LOL! Just kidding. I am not big with the feedback these days. I promise as soon as March Madness is over I will catch up on yours...it's been 5 years without any smooching... I think it can wait another 2 weeks.

Love the new story, hun!

Mika
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"L'amore allineare brucia il più luminoso, ma le fiamme più luminose lasciano gli scars più profondi."

[ophelia11]

tacoda13: Thank you. Stick around. More to come (and soon).

marciam: Well slap my ass, look what the cat dragged in. You know that the word "lately" implies short-term and not several years, but since I'm also guilty of the charge I'll shut up now. Cliffhangers? Moi? Surely you must be thinking of someone else. I'm trying to think if there are many this time around. Not nearly as bad as I was last time. I definitely dig inspiration so if you keep feedbackin' I'll keep a'writin'. Deal?

Mikaelah: Wow. It's like a weird family reunion. Am I the creepy uncle that gets stuck in the corner? Glad you like the story since you get to fix all my typos ahead of time. Thanks dear!

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Chapter 2

It's choice - not chance - that determines your destiny. - Jean Nidetch

On the other side of the door, Tara shifted from one foot to the other, suddenly questioning her own sanity at becoming a one woman delivery service. “Um… take out from Dragon Palace?” She held the bag up so it could be seen through the peephole. With her gesture accepted, the door slowly opened in front of her revealing the most beautiful woman she’d ever seen.

“You are definitely not Jake,” Willow said dumbly. This change threw her and the added distraction of the pretty blonde did not help matters.

Tara couldn’t help chuckling at the confused redhead. “I’ll take that as a compliment.” Her lips quirked in to a half smile. She felt the earlier anxiety fade as she took in the disheveled woman.

Though her mind was firing multiple thoughts, Willow was not so distracted as to miss the look. Her heart skipped a beat and she continued to stare. Finally realizing how weird she must seem, she took a step back and opened the door wider. “I’m sorry. This must be doing wonders for my ‘crazy lady’ reputation.”

Tara silently cursed Matt and his jokes. “You’re not…I mean…they don’t…I…” She was struggling to reassure the woman, but the words wouldn’t come.

“S’okay. I’d think I was crazy. Well…maybe just a little eccentric. Would you like to come in? I’ll just get the money.” Willow turned away and walked toward the nearby table. She opened a small pouch and began sorting through it.

Tara couldn’t explain why, but she accepted the invitation. Stepping through the doorway, she closed the door behind her, but remained motionless right beside it. “You don’t seem crazy,” she offered and immediately chastised herself. Always the charmer, aren’t you Tara?

Willow’s laughter was unexpected. “Well that’s nice to hear, though sometimes I have to wonder. So…how’d they talk you in to dropping this off anyway?”

The blonde took a few steps closer and glanced around the room, noticing very few personal touches. It was coordinated, complete with furniture in varying shades of gray and black that gave the apartment a solemn feel. She felt a tinge of sadness at the lack of photos or artwork anywhere. There were simply no clues at all as to who this woman was. “I live near here. On the less ritzy end, of course.” wincing, “I just…I thought…” She looked shyly at the redhead who was watching her cautiously. “Um…you obviously went to some trouble to get this delivery and I thought…I don’t know to be honest. I just felt compelled to do it.”

“Fair enough.” Lucky for me. Willow stepped forward and handed over several folded bills. “It was very nice of you. I…thanks,” she offered sincerely. A flush was rolling up her neck and in to her cheeks. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d been in such a position and the experience made her a little dizzy. “Are you just getting off work?”

It was Tara’s turn to blush. “Oh, I don’t work there. I was just visiting a friend.” She traded the bags for the money. When she counted four twenty dollar bills, her eyes widened. “I can’t take this.”

Willow cocked her head to the side and looked at her curiously. “Sure you can. I know Dragon Palace doesn’t deliver…and you…You don’t even work there and yet you were willing to do this. Please?” Her eyes were pleading.

The blonde was tempted to say ‘yes’, not for the money, but to satisfy the unusual redhead. Still, there was no way Tara could accept the overpayment in good conscience. “You’re very generous, but this is too much. I told you it was on my way home.”

While she expected the response, Willow still struggled to accept it. “I…hmm. I’ve never had such a problem giving someone money.”

Tara chuckled lightly. “You do this a lot?” It was meant to be lighthearted, but she immediately regretted the comment when she saw the other woman’s face falter. “I’m so sorry. It’s none of my business.”

She shook her head and smiled. “No, it’s okay. It’s not like I don’t know this is weird. Although maybe this falls under the ‘I know I’m crazy, so I’m not crazy’ logic.” She half expected a blank stare and was surprised when the beautiful blonde chuckled. She has a great smile. “Jake didn’t want to take it either, but with the new baby he really needs all the extra help…” She trailed off when she saw the blonde woman look back at her with surprise.

“You know about that?” This woman was just full of surprises.

Willow shrugged sheepishly. “Well…I think once he figured out I wasn’t an ax murderer he felt sorry for me.” The blush was returning and she couldn’t look back at the blonde. “He started bringing pictures over and when I heard the little one was sick...I just wanted to do something.”

Never before had Tara felt so…connected to someone she just met. This stranger was eliciting a protective instinct within her, and though completely unexplainable, Tara wanted to comfort her. Awkward and unsure, she offered the only thing she could think of. “I’m Tara.”

The introduction caught her off guard and she looked up at the other woman, smiling shyly. “Willow.” She shifted nervously from foot to foot, hesitant to speak. Finally, mustering all the courage she possessed, she opened her mouth. “Okay I’ve accepted that you won’t take the money and I know this will probably be an even crazier offer, but would you stay?” Her eyes widened realizing the implication of her words. “I mean…dinner…um…I always order more than I need and you probably ate or have plans and that was stupid. I’m sorry…”

“I’d love to.” Tara blurted out. She smiled shyly when Willow’s whole face lit up.

“Really?” The surprise was evident in her voice. “Um…well cool. If you uh…don’t mind I’m going to go put on actual clothes. The coat closet is right behind you so you can hang your jacket.” She glanced over her shoulder, “ I usually end up eating on the couch but I do have a grown-up table over there if you’d prefer. I’ll just be a minute.” She walked off with the bags, dropping them on the coffee table before turning toward her bedroom.

It wasn’t until Willow mentioned clothes that Tara realized the redhead carried on the entire conversation wearing a robe. A poorly tied robe. How did I miss that? When Willow turned to leave the room, Tara cocked her head to the side and watched her go. She immediately chastised herself for checking out a relative stranger and shook the thoughts from her head. Her eyes bounced from the table in the other room to the couch debating dinner locale while she slipped off her jacket.

Once Willow reached the safety of her bedroom she sat on the edge of the bed, willing away the wave of anxiety that rushed to the surface. Pretty girl in the next room. Pretty, nice girl that doesn’t think you’re completely nuts. Do not make her think you’re nuts.

After taking a deep breath she pushed herself off the bed and pulled open a drawer. A mild panic set in as she considered clothing. Too formal would be obvious, but she wanted to look nice or at least moderately attractive. These feelings continued to confuse her and she struggled not to analyze them at that moment. She settled on a pair of pale blue jeans and a plain white t-shirt. Running a brush through her hair, she tied it in to a ponytail and left to rejoin Tara.

Willow was surprised to find cartons unpacked on the coffee table. “Good choice,” she said and turned toward the kitchen to retrieve plates. She set the dishes on the counter and opened the fridge. “I have water and soda and juice and…” glancing up, Tara was standing in the entrance causing her to jump slightly.

“Sorry. Soda is fine.” She stepped around Willow to pick up the dishes and waited until she’d retrieved the drinks so they could walk back in together.

Other than her handful of friends, Willow had never gotten along so well with someone from the start. She reminded herself not to read more in to anything. After all, Tara was essentially a Good Samaritan humoring the lonely.

When they approached the coffee table, Tara sat down on the floor and crossed her legs. She leaned against the couch for support. Willow set down two cans and smirked, “You know…the couch offers more comfort options than the floor.”

Tara looked up at her and smiled coyly. “Maybe. However, I find the floor sets me closer to the food and therefore reduces the chances of spilling on myself and dying of embarrassment.”

Willow’s laughter was warm and filled the otherwise sterile room. “I thought I was the only one with that problem.” She took a seat on the floor as well, leaving a comfortable distance between them.

Relieved, Tara chuckled as well. “Nope. Matt says I should scotch-guard everything I own.” As if on queue, Tara’s cell phone began to vibrate in her pocket. “Sorry,” she offered before pulling the offending item out and flipping open the screen.

“S’okay.” Willow tried to busy herself separating the plates to give Tara a bit of privacy. Out of the corner of her eye she saw Tara press several keys before flipping the phone closed and sliding it back in her pocket.

“I hate these things. They go days without ringing and then when you don’t want them to, they never shut up.” Against her leg, the vibrations cut through again, but she ignored it.

“Aren’t you gonna answer?” Not that Willow wanted her too, but she didn’t want to be rude.

“Nope. It’s just a text.” She shrugged and reached over for her can. The crisp pop split the silence and she took a quick sip. “So what’s on the menu this evening?”

Willow couldn’t help but smile at the ease in which Tara carried herself. She wondered if she herself was ever that self-assured. “I’m sure your boyfriend is just concerned about your new career choice in food delivery.” Her smile faltered briefly, but she tried to cover by reaching for the first carton. “Does he know that you’ve taken on food delivery service?”

For a minute Tara had no idea what Willow meant. When realization set in she burst out laughing. “Oh god…you thought…ewe. Matt is my other friend at the restaurant.” With her head turned to one side she watched Willow carefully. Was that relief?

“Oh. Friends are nice. Although I’m sure he had some things to say about this.” She held up the container of General Tso’s as offering and with a nod of confirmation began scooping food on to Tara’s plate.

“Um…I think he was confused why I offered. I’m not sure myself.” Smiling at Willow, “But I’m glad I did.”

Willow’s cheeks burned under Tara’s gaze and she looked away. “Thanks for staying,” she said sincerely.

“Thanks for asking.” She reached for her can and took a long drink, hoping it would cool her heating body.

“So…new dining companion…” Willow held out an egg roll, “tell me something about yourself. If you want that is. No pressure or anything ‘cause I was just trying to start the whole talking while eating thing, but I’m basically a stranger and I don’t mean to pry…”

Tara’s lips curved as she watched Willow in amazement. “How do you do that without passing out?”

“Oh…um….sorry.” Willow blushed profusely. “I uh…do that sometimes. A lot actually. Oz says my brain works too fast so my mouth is always playing catch-up. You can stop me when I do that.” She turned her attention to her plate and began eating as a preemptive strike against more rambling.

“I like it when you do that,” Tara responded. Willow responded with a look of surprise and delight. Curiosity got the better of her so she asked, “Oz?”

“Oh…he’s my ex-boyfriend from years ago. We realized we made much better friends.” Willow continued eating and almost missed Tara’s expression. Disappointed? Hmm…probably wishful thinking.

‘It’s good that you can stay friends. I haven’t had much luck with that.” She frowned slightly.

“Well we did have a lot in common, but some very important differences.” She shrugged. “It’s nice to have someone who knows you…although it can be a pain in the butt.” Pausing, she looked directly at Tara, “And as for your exes, I have no doubt it’s their loss.”

Tara decided that if she blushed any further her head would explode. “You don’t know that.”

“Yeah I do.” She couldn’t get over her own boldness. Still, she liked the blonde woman and wanted to know her better. “You mentioned you live near here?”

“Mmm…” She nodded while she finished chewing. “Down on State? It’s about the size of a shoebox, but I don’t need much space.”

“Yeah. I’m not crazy about this place.” Willow looked around her apartment.

Tara’s eyes followed the path Willow’s had taken. “You are definitely channeling your inner minimalist.” She smiled at the redhead, concerned that her teasing could be taken the wrong way.

Willow returned the smile. “Yeah…I don’t really like it here so I don’t want to get too settled.”

Finished eating, Tara set her plate on the table and turned to face Willow more fully. “Why do you stay if you don’t like it?”

Willow followed suit, setting aside her plate and subtly moving closer to Tara. “It’s not really a bad apartment. Just not me. Anyway it’s a long story.”

Tara’s smile faded slightly, but she nodded. “I understand.”

Realizing how the brush off came across, she reached out and touched Tara’s knee, already apologizing. “Oh, no! I didn’t mean it like that. It’s just….we’re having a good time…I mean I know I am and I think you are. And explaining everything behind my apartment isn’t exactly a happy story and I don’t wanna spoil the mood.”

The blonde’s smile returned. “It’s okay, Willow.”

“Good. Assuming that you ever want to see me again, I’ll explain the whole thing.” She risked a hopeful look.

Tara, in turn, grinned back. “I’d like that.” How can I like her this much when we’ve just met? “So if this place isn’t what you had in mind, where would you like to be?”

“Hmmm…You know, it’s funny. I guess I haven’t thought about it.” Willow turned again to lean back against the couch. She allowed her head to lean sideways, resting on the couch and her eyes closed as she considered Tara’s question. “It would be a house, not an apartment. Something away from the city, but not completely isolated. Maybe a little porch on the front with one of those swings?”

Tara couldn’t help closing her own eyes, imagining Willow’s dream home. “That sounds nice.”

Still caught in her fantasy, Willow continued. “I don’t really care about the size. Maybe it’ll be like a little gingerbread house.” Her voice was light and animated as she became more engrossed. “It would definitely have a big stone fireplace for logs. After a long day you could curl up by the fire and just fall asleep.”

The reserve Willow maintained all evening was fading and Tara liked the emerging woman even more. She slowly opened her eyes to watch the redhead. She stifled a gasp as she saw the pale woman, eye closed and lips curved in to a sexy grin. Wow.

Enthusiasm bubbled up and Willow threw her hand out, gripping Tara’s knee in the process. Her fingers tingled at the contact, briefly distracting her from her thoughts. Still, she didn’t pull away, relishing the warmth she found. “There’d be gardens in the back. I don’t know how to garden, but I think if I’m going to live in a little cottage it’s like a prerequisite or something.” She scrunched her nose. “Can you really learn to garden from a book?”

Pins and needles prickled Tara’s knee where Willow’s fingers casually rested. That was unexpected. I wonder how her touch would be… She shook her head to break her thought process. Her attention returned to the redhead who was still babbling about gardening. Adorable.

Their reverie was interrupted by a crack of thunder that rattled the walls. They both jumped at the noise and then chuckled at their silliness. The lights flickered around them and Willow pulled her legs close to her chest and wrapped her arms around her knees. Immediately, she missed the contact with Tara.

“Are you all right?” Tara looked at Willow with concern. The protective shell was just starting to break away when the storm swooped in and rebuilt it.

“Oh…um…I’m fine.” She attempted levity, “I’m not too fond of thunderstorms.”

“So I see,” Tara swallowed hard, preparing to take a big risk. She scooted closer to Willow so their legs just barely brushed against each other. A tentative hand reached for Willow’s left arm and tugged it away from the death grip it held around her legs. She brought the hand to her lap and sandwiched it between her own hands. Willow slowly began to relax.

She’s holding my hand. How’d that happen? Mmm…who cares as long as she doesn’t let go. It’s so warm. So distracted by the touch, she forgot about the storm continuing to build outside. Tara’s soft voice broke her away from her thoughts.

“When I was little I used to be afraid. My mom would sit with me until I fell asleep.” Lost in her memories, she absently stroked Willow’s hand, much to the delight of the redhead. “Once she brought me on to the porch and explained about storms and I remember thinking they weren’t so scary anymore. From that point on, whenever there was a storm, we’d sneak out there together and watch it roll in. It was a special time for just us.” A smile graced her lips.

Willow found herself smiling at Tara’s recollection, touched that she would share something so personal. “Do you still do that?”

Her smile faded. “No. She passed away several years ago.”

“Oh, Tara. I’m so sorry.” Willow wasn’t sure how her heart could swell and break all in the same moment.

Tara squeezed Willow’s hand in her own. “It’s okay. I mean…I miss her every day. But whenever it storms, I like to think she’s still with me.”

They sat quietly together for awhile. The lights flickered again and Willow got an idea. She used her other hand to push herself up and then tugged on Tara. “C’mere.”

Tara allowed Willow to pull her up and they stood close together. “What are you doing?” she asked nervously.

“You’ll see. Close your eyes.” She waited until Tara obliged and then carefully led her around the table. “Still closed?”

The blonde feigned exasperation. “Yes, they’re closed.”

Willow wrapped her hand around Tara’s elbow and began walking her forward. “There’s a step coming up.” She stood still, allowing Tara to brace herself against her as she stepped back. Once they were both level again, Willow loosened her hold, but continued guiding her.

“You’re not planning something weird, are you?” Tara normally had a few trust issues and was surprised at herself for allowing Willow to lead her blindly.

“No. Bear with me for a minute. I need to let go, but I’ll be right back.” Tara’s fingers trailed down hers as she moved away. Willow moved to the curtains and pulled them back with a silent ‘whoosh’. She walked back toward the couch so she could flip off the floor lamp.

Tara felt dizzy standing in the middle of Willow’s apartment with her eyes shut tightly. For the life of her, she couldn’t imagine what the redhead was up to, but just the thought gave her chills. “Willow?” she called, unsure. She was startled when the answering voice was right behind her.

“I’m right here.” She said softly. Willow placed her hands on either side of Tara’s hips to help guide her. “Okay. You need to take a couple steps forward. I’m going to help you.” Tara couldn’t help leaning in to Willow’s grip as she cautiously moved forward. “Okay…” This time when she spoke, her lips were right behind Tara’s left ear and the whisper tickled the lobe. The shiver it caused in the blonde made Willow’s own stomach flutter. “Open your eyes.”

She enjoyed Willow’s touch a few seconds longer before doing so. When she did, a gasp escaped her lips. With the curtains pulled, Tara didn’t consider what was hidden behind them. Now her vision was filled with the city skyline surrounded by rolling storm clouds. From the fifteenth floor the noise, dirt, and bustle were far away. Instead, living art was moving before her in the form of water and light.

Willow could not quite understand why she felt so inclined to please the blonde. Tara stirred something deep within her that she’d long ago written off. At the same time, she calmed the babble, the fears, and the pressure that so often plagued her. Now, standing here with Tara in the dark, she was quiet and it was enough.

All of Tara’s senses were heightened. She felt Willow’s warm, even breath on her neck. The hands that gently supported her in the darkness now rested along her hips causing her skin to burn and tingle. The lights were mesmerizing through the veil of rain and she wondered if she was really swaying or if it was some sort of illusion. What is this woman doing to me?

After several minutes, Willow was reminded that her hands were still resting along Tara’s hips. Common sense told her to remove them immediately, but something else encouraged them to remain. She liked the second voice better and followed its tempting suggestions. The light from the window highlighted Tara’s form in a silvery glow. Luminous.

Emotions were flowing through Tara and she could no longer stand quietly. She turned toward the redhead in awe, eyes glistening. “Willow, I…”

“Oh, Tara! I’m sorry. I just…I wanted to do something nice and I thought you would like it and I didn’t think about it bringing up bad feelings and I’m just a dummy.” She realized her hands still rested on Tara and dropped them to her sides.

Tara was completely baffled by the latest explosion of words and looked back at the redhead with confusion. “No, Willow. It’s wonderful.” She missed Willow’s touch and glanced down at her delicate hands.

“But, you’re crying?!” She cocked her head to the side, puzzled by Tara’s reaction.

Until Willow spoke, Tara didn’t noticed the tears but now felt them cool along her cheeks. “Happy tears,” she whispered. “It’s so beautiful and I felt my mom then here you are with me…giving me this. I don’t know what to say.”

Willow grinned, pleased with herself. Pleased that Tara was happy. Her hand moved of its own desire until the finger tips were brushing away Tara’s tears. She was surprised to see deep blue eyes flicker closed and shocked when Tara leaned so slightly in to her touch. She became very self conscious, but also didn’t want to ruin the moment or startle the blonde. Very gently she turned her hand and caressed Tara’s cheek lightly before pulling away.

Damn. Tara opened her eyes slowly and they locked with sparkling green. “Thank you,” she whispered. The words seemed inadequate for all she was feeling. In spite of the pleasant chills dancing through out her body, she also felt vulnerable. I barely know her. Why am I letting my guard down?

The redhead, too, was having conflicting thoughts. It was not like her to be so relaxed with someone she barely knew. Especially after all she’d been through. Still, she felt safe with Tara and decided to take a chance on a new friend. “You’re welcome.”

Though she knew she could easily stay with Willow the rest of the night talking and sharing, she thought for now it was best to head home. I have some thinking to do. “I should um…go…home I mean.”

Willow hoped she hid her displeasure. “Oh, right. Of course you do. I mean…”

Tara silenced her with a brush of her fingers across Willow’s lips. “I have to go because it’s late and I have work tomorrow.” She pulled her hand away and smiled. Is she disappointed?

“Oh.” Stupid jobs. “But tomorrow’s Saturday.” There was a hint of whine to her voice, as if that excuse alone should’ve kept the blonde with her.

She’s too adorable. “Some of us don’t have jobs that pay for giant picture windows in our apartments,” she teased.

Green eyes widened. “Oh god, Tara. I didn’t mean. I just thought you would like the view and I wasn’t ’trying to be all ‘look at me’ or anything.”

Tara’s laughter was rich and warm. “I’m just teasing you, Willow.” She smirked at the redhead, “If we’re gonna start hanging out you have to get over this serious streak you’ve got.” She knew she was baiting the redhead and was rewarded with a brilliant smile.

“You mean?” Hope and curiosity hung heavily on the question.

In spite of Willow’s desire, Tara somehow still felt insecure. “Yes. I mean…if you want?”

Feeling brazen after the blonde’s earlier ribbing, “Is it my lack of enthusiasm that’s confusing you?” She batted her eyes for good measure.

“Ah ha!” She leaned in conspiratorially. “You do have a sense of humor.”

Willow grinned and pushed Tara playfully. “Okay I know you wouldn’t accept money before…”

Tara threw up her hand to stop her. “And I’m still not. In fact,” she said stubbornly. “Dinner’s on me. So there.” She stuck her tongue out and walked past her.

“Grrr…..you!” Willow could do little more than follow behind. She watched Tara retrieve her jacket and slip it on, slowly buttoning it to ward off the chill outside. “You can’t do that.”

Tara found herself drifting closer to Willow. The two stood awkwardly as the inevitable goodbye hung between them. It was the first time in several minutes that the two women weren’t touching. Tara had to fight the urge to reach for Willow’s hand, or brush her arm, or any number of excuses she was inventing. She’s straight. Get it together. “I think I just did, silly.”

Willow turned abruptly toward the table and picked up paper and a pen. Once she finished writing something down, she walked to the closet and retrieved an umbrella from the top shelf. Finally, she was back standing in front of the blonde, a ball of nervous energy.

Tara smiled at her. “You good now?”

“Uh huh. Here.” She held out the umbrella.

“Thanks but I already have one.” Her eyes twinkled.

“On you?” Willow raised a challenging eyebrow.

Tara hesitated, “No.”

“Like I said. Here.” She offered the item again and Tara took it.

“You know this isn’t necessary. I’m parked right out front.”

“Probably right. But,” she made an exaggerated effort to look around as if someone were eavesdropping, before leaning in. “I have an ulterior motive.”

Once again, Tara’s belly began to rumble. “And what might that be?”

“Well. The way I figure it, you don’t seem like the type of girl to just hold on to someone else’s umbrella.” Willow gave a self-satisfied nod.

“Oh, I don’t?” Do you have any idea what you’re doing to me?

“Nope. Which means you will need to return it. This also means I get to see you again.” She reddened slightly at the last part.

Trying to ignore her rapidly beating heart, Tara attempted to keep things light. “True, but what will you do without this umbrella in the meantime?”

Willow rolled her eyes. “Do I really seem like a girl that only has one umbrella?”

Tara chuckled. “I suppose not.”

“Here.” The redhead held out the umbrella.

“Thank you.” She watched Willow anxiously rock from foot to foot. “Are you okay?”

“Huh? Oh, um…yeah.” Her eyes dropped to the floor and when they rose again, Tara saw how vulnerable the enchanting redhead was. “Here…it’s my number. I’d um…well I’d like it if you called? When you get home? Just so I know you got there okay…” I’m lame.

Tara accepted the number, brushing her fingers against Willow’s in the process. She tore the page in half and reached in her pocket for a pen. “Here’s mine, too. You know, in case you’re worried about the umbrella?”

The comment inched Willow back out of her shell and she smiled as she accepted the page. “I um…I could walk you out?”

A part of Tara wondered if she’d make it out of the building if Willow walked her down to the elevator. Straight. Straight. Straight. The mantra repeated in her head. “No,” she said carefully. “There’s no need for you to get all cold. I’ll be fine.” She could tell Willow was not convinced, “And I know we’d get half way down and you would successfully argue why I should have some hot cocoa before I go and then we’d be right back here only my chances of making it to work on time would diminish significantly.”

The redhead smirked, “And you said I can babble?”

“Hush you.” Tara turned and slowly opened the door with Willow next to her. They stood hesitantly, unsure of what a proper goodbye should be between two people that met only a few hours earlier. The blonde drew in her bottom lip as she considered her options. Throwing caution to the wind she reached for the redhead who happily met her embrace. Tara breathed deeply, taking in the sweet scent of Willow. Honey and vanilla. “I’ll call you,” she whispered.

Willow trembled slightly with Tara’s breath tickling her ear. She nodded and slowly pulled back. “Goodnight, Tara.”

“Goodnight, Willow.” They shared one last look and Tara stepped away. She walked backwards until she heard the light click of the door latching. With a wistful sigh she turned toward the elevator.

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[ceridwen]

Dibs!

Awww, that was so beautiful! You definitely delivered, I liked how they got along so well, right from the start.
This is a great fic. I'll be looking forward to the next update... when do you think you might post it?

Want more, pretty please...
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[JUSTJENN]

Ey! you are quite the writter, aren't you? that was a pretty good update, and pretty quickly too. I found very cute the way they met. I can't think of any ideas of what's that beyond willow fears, and thats great becouse I'm always spoling everything whit my guesses. Keep doing your magic chica!
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[mixxie]

Wow, what a great update! I'm a little surprised at how quickly things appear to be moving between our two favorite gals, but I'm just going to assume it's fate that's pulling them together.

I can't wait to read more!

[Shai]

Sweet! Loved the update, and I'm particularly impressed with everything you managed to get across in the course of a meal Its left me curious as to what bad stuff could have happened in Willow's past, and what Tara does in general, but I'm still a tres satisfied reader!

And no, you aren't the weird uncle...you're more like the good parent watching your painful kids

[Zampsa1975]

Yay for great update-y goodness... I really liked how they got so close during their dinner... I hope that during their next "date" one of them finds courage to kiss and the other doesn't freak... I hope that Willow is able to tell Tara about her past and that Tara is able to help Willow to vanquish her demons...
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[tacoda13]

Great updates just keep on coming. Love this fic so far.
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[irishgrl3]

Ha! It was Tara on the other side of the door. Like I fell for that... ha-ha.

It's amazing how drawn they are to each other already. I've always appreciated how one can convincingly write "missing the contact of touch" between these two. It seems realistic in this chapter despite they've really just met.

Because I could totally see this in my head and it made me laugh, this was my favorite line;

[marciam]

Hey Mika It has been a long time. Life is good, I'm guessing you and the wifey are doing quite well, yes?

Laura, I always had my suspicions that you were into that kinky stuff, good thing you got Mika there to help you out with that, lol. And yup, it sounds like a deal to me.

Now onto the actual update feedback. I was a little worried about how quickly our girls hit it off, but I find it interesting. There's so much else to learn about them, like why is Willow so closed off? Especially after hearing about her "dream house". Anyway, I think it's working really well. I'm definitely hooked and look forward to frequent, consistent updates (like that hint?)

Great Job!!!

[restlessminds]

Hmm, good first couple of updates. I was a bit apprehensive when I realised the girls were gonna share so much so quickly (I rarely find that particular scenario very convincing) but you're somehow pulling this off so far. You struck a nice balance during their interaction, it didn't feel too rushed, and I like that they're questioning the strength of their attraction having only just met.

I'm also really intrigued about Willow's past and why she's living the way that she is.

Great stuff, looking forward to more.

Thanks so much for sharing.
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[jasmydae]

Talk about people clicking right off the bat. The interactions between the girls are both intuitive and intimate--I don't think it will take them very long to figure it all out.

I understand now that Tara doesn't work at the restaurant, which I missed while reading chapter one. Going back and rereading, I'm not sure how that happened; it's pretty clear.

[SmileyCC]

Excellent update, I really got into the “window/storm” scene very well done. The interaction between them throughout the dinner and after was great some people can just click like that; I especially liked the bit with the description of the dream house.

Keep up the great work, look forward to reading more.

BTW loved the quote at the top of the chapter.

[love_2003]

Awesome story so far. This makes me want to order take-out now. I hope Tara finds out that Willow isn't straight soon. I also like that you made Donny Tara's good friend instead of a mean brother.
Keep updating.
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[Tigerkid14]

You know, I'm just sitting here, thinking to myself that I'd like to have some Chinese take-out for dinner, knowing that you had it for lunch yesterday. I feel tormented. You see what you do to me?

Also, here I am giving feedback when I actually thought I'd make Mika wait another couple of days. Clearly, I have no self-discipline anymore....wait, nevermind, I never had it.

Alright, the story...it looks pretty good so far. I like it and all that. My favorite line in the second part was this:

[JustSkipIt]

This is kind of fun. I can'timagine what happened that has Willow being a crazy shut-in but Tara's nice and they are both showing very nice openness about each other.
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