Thanks to:
Dianneswillowtree - as always thanks for the support my friend
Taralicious – Again, I can’t stress enough how much your feedback makes me giddy with delight. It also always proves a wonderfull way of seeing if my point came across as I wished it to. Thanks, Thanks, Thanks!
Bluebird – oh thank you! I’m glad it was worth the way. I think suits are hot, but that’s just me. And Anya, I always liked Anya, she’s just misunderstood that’s all. Thanks again. Hope you like the rest.
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Chapter 17
A large banner above the door read “Winter Ball 1999”. Inside one could see the dimly lit dance floor with the flashing of strobe light. The floor vibrated from the bass of the danceable tune that played.
“I think we are in the right place” Xander keenly observed.
“Ya think?” Buffy jokingly remarked as they entered the ballroom, which was the heart of the campus this warm winter night.
“All right, food!” Xander said as he wandered off toward the table covered in elaborate finger foods.
“Typical” Anya said as she rolled her eyes and followed after him.
After mingling with the gang and several acquaintances from school, Willow reached over and took Tara’s hand.
“Would you honor me with a dance? My sexy goddess” Willow whispered into the blonde’s ear.
Tara, feeling inadequate, shyly looked down at their intertwined fingers and fell silent.
“Baby, you don’t have to if you don’t want to, but it would be a shame not let the rest of the world see the hotness that is you in action, and by action I mean dancing, not anything else, cause that is only for me to see…” Willow had effectively talking herself into a blush.
“You’re so cute when you do that” Tara said, bringing a bright smile to the still blushing face.
“Of course I’ll dance with you” Tara added, smiling shyly from behind her hair.
Willow perked up with excitement and led Tara out to the dance floor where Buffy, Riley, Xander and Anya soon joined them.
The music was upbeat and colorful lights lit up the floor in a random fashion. Willow had begun dancing several feet away from Tara but as the song progressed the two found themselves very close,touching from time to time.
As the music played on, Tara had begun moving more comfortably to the beat, surprising herself at being able to dance and progressively moved more freely Willow. In a bold move Tara spun herself around, her back facing Willow, moving her body ever so closely to the now very entranced Willow. The redhead reached around and ran both her hands down the front side of Tara’s body, her hands burning with pleasure to the touch, so much she though she could not resist the temptation much longer when they were rudely interrupted.
“Hey ladies, you look like you could use a REAL man, mind if we cut?” A tall blonde frat boy cockingly interrupted then high-fived his grinning buddy.
Willow’s eyes instantly darkened. She took several steps forward and stood protectively in front of Tara, never leaving sight of the now hesitant boy. Her pupils were now dilated to the point were you could no longer see any green, and the smile was wiped clear off the dumb boys faces. Without hesitation they turned around and hastily retreated as puppies with their tails between their legs.
The redheaded witch shook herself lightly and the color returned to her eyes. She turned around to face an immobilized Tara. “I’m sorry baby” she addressed her startled lover.
Xander, who had observed from some distance the entire interaction quickly approached her friend “That musta been some look you gave them” he addressed Willow with a curious grin.
“Yeah, I don’t know what came over me, I felt soo… angry? I guess”, Willow replied, shrugging her shoulders and wanting the topic to be dropped.
Xander could sense his friend’s reluctance to continue on the topic and resumed dancing.
Tara moved close to Willow once more and smiled. “Come on honey, let’s not let those jerks ruin our night” she said, trying to lighten her lover’s mood.
Willow smiled as a slow song started to play. She wrapped her arms around the blonde’s waist and started to gently rock to the rhythm of Allison Krause’s “You say it best when you say nothing at all”.
It's amazing how you can speak right to my heart.
Without sayin' a word you can light up the dark.
Tara had begun singing quietly into Willows nearby ear. Ever so sweetly the redhead basked in the perfection of the moment.
Try as I may I could never explain,
what I hear when you don't say a thing.
The smile on your face lets me know that you need me.
There's a truth in your eyes sayin' you'll never leave me.
The touch of your hand says you'll catch me if ever I fall.
You say it best, when you say nothin' at all.
All alone I can hear people talking about,
but when you hold me near you drown out the crowd.
Old Mr Webster could never define
what 's bein' said between your heart and mine.
The smile on your face lets me know that you need me.
There's a truth in your eyes sayin' you'll never leave me.
The touch of your hand says you'll catch me if ever I fall.
You say it best, when you say nothin' at all.
The smile on your face lets me know that you need me.
There's a truth in your eyes sayin' you'll never leave me.
The touch of your hand says you'll catch me if ever I fall.
You say it best, when you say nothin' at all.
The song ended and a lively dance beat filled the room, but yet the women didn’t let go of each other. They stood quietly on the dance floor submerged in each others eyes.
Willow’s face broke into a smile causing Tara curiosity.
“What?” Tara asked, raising her eyebrow curiously at Willow.
“Are you trying to tell me that you prefer it when I don’t babble?” Willow asked in playful accusation.
“N-no, I’m not saying that at all Miss Rosenberg!” Tara replied in mocking disbelief and added to that “you know how much I love to hear your voice”, Tara moved closer to whisper in the redheads ear “a-and hear you scream my name”.
Willow’s pupils dilated again, but this time for a very much different reason, her mouth hanging open in disbelief.
“Cat got your tongue?” Tara asked, her boldness escalating at the responses she was getting from her girlfriend.
Willow quickly came out of her shock and responded “No, but Tara will, later” she mouthed sensually, staring into the blue eyes to gauge a reaction.
Tara was now the one speechless. She shook her head from side to side, grinned and pulled Willow closer to her. They both quivered at the closeness and came to an unspoken truce, for now.
At midnight the crowd at the dance had begun to disperse so the gang agreed to go to an after party at Riley’s frat house.
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The entered the house party to find what one would expect. A group of college students doing what they do best: getting drunk and making an ass of themselves. The music that blared from the stereo in the living room was much harder than that of the dance they had just left. Guys hung around with their ties around their forehead and the elaborate hairdos of the women were looking far from their early evening perfection.
They gang migrated toward the kitchen where an array of drinks were being served to an obviously underage population.
As soon as they had arrived at the party Willow could sense Tara’s immediate discomfort.
“We can leave” Willow quietly suggested to her lover.
“N-n-no, it’s ok” Tara responded with a stutter and looked down at her feet before attempting a smile, reasurring Willow that she was in deed ‘ok’.
Willow was carefully eying Tata when they again were interrupted, the same blonde frat boy as earlier had approached them. He reeked of alcohol and was obviously inebriated.
“Heeey” he slurred in their direction. “You sexy ladies need some company?”
Willow stared at the intoxicated boy with disbelief as he swayed dangerously close to Tara, who nervously moved closer to Willow.
The boy stumbled back a few feet to get a good look at the blonde, who was undeniable hot. But his stare was making Tara terribly uncomfortable, and Willow could sense it.
The boy licked his lips before continuing “Wow, look at you, your far to cute not to have a man” and with that last comment he leaned in to swat the blonde’s behind. But before he could reach his desired target he felt a firm grip around is wrist.
He looked up just in time too see white knuckles and immediately thereafter felt the subsequent consequence of his intended action. He fell to the ground as the warm wet liquid poured out of his now aching nose.
“NO” Willow said as she rubbed her now red knuckles. “Asshole” she murmured underneath her breath before she took Tara’s hand and started walking briskly to towards the door. ‘Nothing else better happen to try and ruin our night’ she thought to herself as she felt a gentle tugging from Tara.
“Sweetie, are you ok?” Tara asked as soon as she caught Willow’s fiery gaze.
“Yeah” Willow responded, her anger subsiding at the sight on Tara’s concern.
“Yeah, I just, lost my temper I guess” Willow said looking down at her hand. “I’ve never reacted like ‘that’ before; I just don’t go around punching everyone that looks at me wrong…but apparently anyone that looks at you wrong is a different story”
“I know sweetie” Tara said reassuringly. “Come on, let’s go home”
“Actually, I have one more thing I would like to do tonight, as long as you’re not tired” Willow asked hopingly.
“Lead on, my hero” Tara responded adding a reassuring smile.
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Tara’s curiosity was getting the best of her has they made their way to the dorm’s parking lot. She knew that Willow no longer had her parent’s loaner car, and wondered what the ingenious redhead had come up with now. But, with much patience we awaited the surprised.
They made their way between the parked cars and walked straight up to the motorcycle parking lot. Several large and shiny motorcycles were parked there alongside a pink retro scooter that they were apparently heading to.
Willow approached the scooter, pulled out a set of keys and put one into the ignition. “What do you think?” she asked the surprised blonde.
The blonde arched her eyebrow in question.
“As you know, my parents aren’t about to lend me their car again, so I went ahead and got this” Willow said, gesturing proudly at her vehicle.
“If fits” Tara replied, smiling at her girlfriend’s cheery expression.
Willow swung her leg over and mounted the scooter, then extended an inviting gesture at Tara to hop on. Tara hiked her dress up and complied, wrapping her long arms around the redhead’s midsection and bracing herself for movement.
The redhead carefully backed the scooter out of the stall and gently accelerated. Her tireless mind racing with things to come soon.
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Tara could smell the salt in the air as they approached what undoubtedly was the beach. The moon shinned brightly and clearly illuminated the Californian coastline. As they left the lights of the city a complex pattern of resilient stars emerged, covering the western sky with glowing beads of light.
“This is beautiful” Tara leaned down and whispered into Willow’s ear.
Willow didn’t take her eyes of the road but a significant smile took over her face and she thought to herself ‘not was beautiful as you’.
They drove down the coast line for several miles until Willow recognized her prized location. She carefully pulled off the road and came to a stop several yards from a cliff drop off.
Both women dismounted and took in the scenery in a comfortable silence. They walked over to the edge, a few feet away from the overhand they could see a clear horizon of water. Water as far as the eye could see, glistening in the moonlight, every ripple catching an array of light and shinning for a second, just to have another one mirror the refection a few feet away. The sound of the splashing tide could be faintly heard coming from below the forty foot drop, providing a soothing background to this truly breathtaking sight.
Tara waited until her eyes had adjusted to the light and turned to Willow, who stood at her side, her hands in her pockets and apparently deep in thought. She moved closer and looped her arm thru the redhead’s.
“It’s beautiful” Tara whispered, returning her attention to the horizon of gleaming water.
Willow turned her attention to Tara and silently observed her face, noting the quiet joy that undauntedly Tara’s expression shown.
The early morning air held a slight chill and Willow ran a free hand down the length of Tara’s arm noticing goose-bumps on the fair skin. She quickly took her jacket off and placed it lovingly on the exposed shoulders of the blonde witch.
“Thank you honey” Tara responded as Willow, now behind Tara, wrapped both her arms around her midsection, carefully placing her chin of the taller woman’s shoulder.
“You’re welcome, anything for my baby” Willow responded, her focus somewhere beyond the horizon.
“You know, I really like that suit” Tara commented backing up into Willow’s embrace.
“I really like that dress on you” Willow replied quietly. ‘I might like it better off you’ she continued in her thoughts, and a mischievous smile overcame her face.
“Oh look” Tara said with excitement in her voice as she pointed out a falling star in the night sky. “Make a wish” she quickly continued.
Willow gave Tara a tender kiss on the nearby cheek and looked up just in time to see the star flicker out of sight.
“What did you wish for?” Tara asked curiously.
Willow smiled and responded “If I tell you I might not come true”
They looked on to the horizon, simply content to be with each other and savoring the calm romantic moment until Willow drought her left hand and gently covered Tara’s eyes. She moved her right hand towards the horizon and mumbled something peculiar towards the night sky. In the night sky specks of lights began moving, to what appeared to be her bidding. When the glowing particles of light had arranged themselves to her satisfaction she look her hand away from Tara’s face and took a step back.
When Tara opened her eyes she saw what Willow had done. In what appeared to Tara as re-aligned stars, the words “Will you marry me?” where spelled out in the night sky.
Tara’s jaw dropped in silence and she turned around to find Willow next to her on one knee with a small box in her outstretched hand. The redhead opened the box, exposing a small ring. The ring was simple yet elegant, with one princess cut diamond perched high on a white gold band.
A sole tear of joy ran down the blonde woman’s face and she took in the sight of her lovers face, which shown with love and hope.
Tara smiled and wiped the tear from her cheek “Yes” she said, her voice quivering with emotion.
Willow jumped up and enveloped Tara in a full hug, picking her up the off the ground and swinging her around with joy.
The redhead finally put Tara down and proceeded to place the ring on Tara’s left hand ring finger.
“I’m so happy, I d-don’t even know what to say” Tara spoke softly, her voice still shacking with feeling.
Willow smiled brightly and could repress no longer her next surprise.
“This” Willow pointed at the ring “also doubles as the charm that holds that ‘no-baby-making-spell’ on us” she said, waiting for a response.
Tara’s eyes widened “you got the last ingredient?”
Willow shook her head in confirmation and explained “I got it yesterday and went ahead and charmed the metal” she reached down around her neck and pulled out a silver pendant “this one is mine”.
“So, we can now…?” Tara started to ask as a suggestive grin crept up her face.
“Yup” Willow replied, the grin being mirrored on her own face.
Tara looked once more at her new ring and moved in to kiss Willow on the lips, just before their lips meet, she whispered “I love you, Willow” and proceeded to kiss the redheaded woman fiercely.
Moments later their lips parted and Tara looked Willow straight in the eyes, and with a serious look asked “how fast does that thing go?” motioning towards the scooter.
Willow grinned knowingly and replied “about 60, downhill with the wind to our backs”
Tara raised both her eyebrows suggestively and pulled Willow towards the vehicle. Willow took the hint, rapidly mounting and staring the scooter.
They quickly were on their way back to the dorms, looking forward to making up for lost time.
Chapter 18
Willow and Tara reached the dorms and raced up to Tara’s room like sugar-loaded children. They entered the room, turned on the light and collapsed on the bed, gasping for much needed air after sprinting several flights of stairs.
Willow finally caught her breath and rolled over on her belly to look at Tara, who still was on her back panting. She found herself entranced by the raising and falling of the blonde woman’s chest, and started to crawl towards the source of her affection.
“It’s bright in here” Tara commented, then got out of bed, lit a candle and turned off the overhead light.
Tara took several steps towards the bed and stopped at the sight of Willow looking at her with such love in her eyes. She grinned and reached behind her neck to unclasp the dress. She slowly pulled down the dress, which fell quietly to the floor in a delicate bundle.
Willow held her breath as she took in the sight of Tara, wearing nothing but a pair of enticing red panties. The redhead instinctively stood up and approached the vulnerable blonde, who was so openly giving herself to her. She reached Tara and caressed her face with one hand, while the other hand went to the small in the blonde woman’s back and pulled her close.
“I’m the luckiest person in the world” Willow remarked, truthfulness saturated her voice.
Tara smiled and blushed lightly as she got to work on undoing Willow’s tie. She finally succeeded with the article in question and pulled it up over Willow’s head, she moved on to removing the vest, continuing onto the task of her blouse. She had successfully unbuttoned the blouse and was in the process of pushing of the garment when their skin touched along their front. The feeling of unrestricted passion overwhelmed Tara so much she gently pushed Willow back onto the bed and laid her body over her, allowing herself to fully enjoy the feeling of their warm skin connecting.
Both Willow and Tara wanted to go slowly, but their bodies screamed out for more. Tara finally pulled Willow’s blouse off and quickly proceeded to remove her pants. Willow could resist the ruby lips no longer; she pulled Tara’s face close to hers and took in the sweet lips of her fiancé.
Moans muffled by the kiss, breathing escalating quickly to a shallow pant. Willow felt the pulsing in her groin grow with every sweet second. She turned over and lay Tara on her back, tracing the axis of her body with her hand until she reached the moist red garment. She latched her thumb into the garment in question and pulled them down the blonde’s silky white legs.
Tara reacted to Willow’s every touch. Willow lowered her mouth to the blonde’s pulse point on her neck, and commenced a slow yet urgent exploration of the sweet skin she found there.
The blonde craved to touch Willow, she moved her hand in-between their bodies and found the mound of her lover’s sex and slipped her hand carefully into the soft fabric of the material there.
Willow gasped as she felt Tara’s fingers slowly slip in-between her wet folds, gently tracing patterns above the swollen bundle of nerves. She could resist it no longer, and ran her own fingers into the folds of her lover.
They lingered over each others clits for as long as they could stand. The mutual feeling of each other wetness and they own being loved was nearly enough to bring them over the edge.
Willow could not take it any longer; she moved her hand lower and slowly teased her fiancées most private of places, before plunging two solid fingers deep into her love.
Tara screamed at the feeling of being full of her lover and mimicked the motion, entering Willow in a smooth motion and being rewarded by a set of teeth on her shoulder, biting down softly in attempt to muffle a scream.
“Oh, oh goddess” Tara mouthed incoherently as Willow stroked her, her pace accelerating with every movement.
Tara joined the pace, pumping Willow’s sex with her hand, attempting with all her might to not loose control over her body.
“Oh, T-Tara, I’m…” Willow panted between raged breaths.
Tara recognized the look on Willow’s face, the near painful pleasure of holding back the inevitable.
“Come” Tara whispered seductively, wishing to release her fiancé from the binding of pressure she too knew well.
Willow dropped her head down and took Tara’s lips onto her own before she allowed the orgasm rip thru her body with extraordinary force.
Tara felt Willow tighten violently around her hand, and that was enough to bring her over the edge also. She held on tight to her lover and called out Willow’s name.
They lay calm in the same position for a few moments, savoring the feelings. The moisture on their naked bodies glistened in the cantle light.
Willow reluctantly rolled off of Tara and lay beside her, wrapping the blonde woman up her arms.
“I love you, Tara” Willow whispered to the exhausted beauty.
“I love you too” Tara replied.
Willow reached over and took Tara’s left hand, carefully bringing it up to her mouth and kissing the ring that now was there.
Tara smiled and moved locks of damp red hair out of Willow’s eyes.
Willow blew out the candle and pulled Tara closer. She smiled as she notice the dim glow of dawn emerging from the window. ‘Life could not possible get better than this’ she though to herself. She had a beautiful fiancé that loved her, a good group of friends and all the time in the world. Yes, the future looked promising.
THE END
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End of Story Authors Note:
I’ve been working on this story for the entirety of a semester, and it seems fitting that it ends as the semester ends. So I hoped you liked my Willow-Tara final.
In the future I might be smart and leave the duty of keeping Willow and Tara alive in our hearts to the more talented artists. I’m no writer, just an engineering college student with a closeted passion for romance and the obvious: Willow and Tara.
But you never know, maybe I’ll start writing a sequel in the future.
Best wishes to all the wonderful kittens.
-RuggerChica
after the escortage described in this chapter.
the butch shades of Marlene Deitrich tailored suit that Buffy pressganged Willow into trying on and how could Willow say no to visual proof via the mirror that she and Buffy were going to go Vesuvius and put the other attendees to shame.
And then the vision of ethereal loveliness which is Tara appears at Willow's door and the heat from her essence threatens to set off the sprinkler system campuswide.
lucky, lucky Tara. (and in more ways than one 
I gather) And Tara in a red dress... 
lucky, lucky Willow!!
