Title: Baking
Author: Rae
Email address:
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Spoilers: Entropy
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: W/T
Summary: Post- Entropy, no Seeing Red exists in my world. small vignette.
Disclaimer: Characters belong to...well, a bad man.
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They sat on Willow’s bed, somewhat awkward, the earlier “can’t you just be kissing me now?” and it’s passionate outcome having come to an end when the sound of someone coming home had interrupted them and broken the mood.
Willow sat stiffly, rubbing her right hand against her left arm, trying to make the goose bumps that had broken out go down. They had yet to speak. They had yet to exchange glances.
The sound of Willow’s clock ticking was the only noise in the room.
Tick tock, Willow thought along with the sound, tick tock. It was calming and gentle, only vaguely annoying, but it helped Willow feel less strange and sad, and for that she was grateful.
Sigh.
Finally, Tara turned to her. “Hey,” she said, shyly.
Willow nodded, pursed her lips and then bit down on the bottom one. She nodded. “Oh, hey.”
The blond moved in and kissed the other girl, lips like rose-petals, eyes like the deepest purest ocean waters. Willow’s eyes felt shut and darkness engulfed her, but Tara’s kisses were strong and urgent, and made Willow sigh again, with happiness this time, relief that even though the redhead had done such terrible things, their love, their soulmateness, had made Tara lenient.
She pushed Tara down, pressed her into the soft comforter and kiss kiss kissed her some more. Lips against lips, lips against cheeks, neck, shoulders, arms, fingers. Tara was shifting under her, moving with Willow’s body as they got back in to the rhythm of what they had been doing before.
She remembered the last night before all this badness had started, cuddling in front of the tv, lights and sounds, talking and laugh tracks. Then they had baked cookies, smells so good, tastes even better, chocolate chips (Willow’s favorite), butter, oatmeal, other ingrediants Willow couldn’t remembe right then because her brain was muddled hazy kind of foggy-ish, almost forgetting when to take them out of the oven because of a moment just like this, a moment all about Tara’s skin, Tara’s moans, Tara’s lips.
Willow paused, opened her eyes. “Should we discuss this first?” the redhead asked.
Tara pressed a finger against Willow’s mouth. “Shhh,” she whispered and lifted her face up towards the other girl’s.
.end.
by starlitefaeriegrrrl » Thu Nov 28, 2002 10:39 pm 
