Writing on this episode has gone so smoothly that we have it all written and I've managed to edit the entire first part... so as the first part is also up at the website we wanted to share with everyone here... starting with the Teaser and then the ep...
PLEASE NOTE THIS EPISODE IS NC17 meaning LOTS OF WILLOW TARA LOVESMUT!
Scene : A tall, fair haired young man walks over to Buffy and Xander standing by a pool table.
"You probably don’t remember me."
Buffy turns and looks up with a smile.
"Oh I do."
Voice over : Every question….
Scene : Xander and Madalene walking through a moon lit cemetery.
"But what if I'm not good enough for her."
Madalene smiles softly.
"To be honest only Anya can decide that." She says. "And from what I've seen she's decided you are worth it."
"So you won’t have me if she doesn’t?" He gives her a grin
Voice over : Ever asked….
Scene : Tara semi laying on the couch, Willow’s finger tip sliding down her cheek,
"Do you want to?" The blonde witch asks.
"Want to?" Willow smiles her voice still quiet.
"Love me." Tara replies. "Make love to me."
Voice over : Has an answer.
Close up on Willow, breathing ragged and deep.
"Yes."
Voice over : These and many more are answered in Buffy The Vampire Slayer, Season Seven Episode 7 : Present.
WARNING THIS EPISODE IS RATED NC 17
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LOVE/ GRAPHIC SEX DISCLAIMER: This story depicts a love relationship between two consenting adult women. If you are under 18 years of age or if this type of story is illegal in the state or country in which you live, please do not read it. If depictions of this nature disturb you, you may wish to read something other than this story. (Please note this may not apply until much further parts but it will be an integral part of the storyline.)
TIMEFRAME: Season Seven done Rainbow Writers Style… we are taking all that has aired up until Grave as gospel and working with what the bad evil Josh has given us… the difference WE LOVE WILLOW AND TARA… so we’re going to fic all the horribleness… the theme is still "Back to the Beginning" as hinted at… but with a total focus on fixing what was done to our gorgeous lovely couple.
PAIRING: Willow and Tara… obviously!
BIG GIANT HUGE ANGST/UNHAPPINESS DISCLAIMER: So if you’ve seen season six… you know… ME sucks… they took us all down a road we never wanted to go… but now we have to get back… so the ride will be bumpy… but we promise this time the light… its daylight and NOT a train!
WORK OF THE RAINBOW WRITERS WARNING! … If you know our stuff you know we can OWN pain and suffering when we want too… stock up: tissues, chocolate, have loved ones near… we’re going to get to a happy place but we’re not going to gloss over the damage ME has done.
YELLOW CRAYON XANDER WARNING: In the vein of trying to be nice… we’ve decided its time for Xander to clean up some of his act and take on some responsibility… no he’s not turning into super Xander, but maybe a more respectable guy.
WARNING THIS EPISODE IS RATED NC 17
Episode 7.7
Present (Part One)
By: The Rainbow Writers
Giles’ rang the doorbell and waited patiently for someone to open the door. He carefully balanced the cardboard tray hoping to keep the two teas and other more elaborate speciality coffee from spilling anymore than they had on the drive over.
The door swung boldly open and in the Summers’ hallway stood Tara. She was wearing a burgundy skirt with a floral top. Her long blonde hair looked recently cut and she smiled in a way that brightened her whole face.
"Good afternoon." Giles smiled back at her.
"Mr. Giles." Tara beamed. "Come in." She stepped back out of the way.
"I have that coffee you like, oh and tea for Madalene if she’s home." Giles explained as he went into the living room.
"She is, we weren’t expecting you around until much later." Tara gingerly took the coffee sniffing it, her smiling never dimming.
"Well I thought perhaps it would be best to come see you both while Buffy was at the hospital with Willow." The Watcher relayed as he laid down the tray on the coffee table.
"Why?" She asked softly sinking into the chair, for the first time since his arrival Tara’s smile dimmed slightly.
"Perhaps we could find Madalene and then I can explain, I can assure you Tara it’s nothing to be worried about." Giles noticed the change in her demeanour immediately.
"She’s in the basement. I won’t be a moment." Tara nodded and let herself smile again.
Slipping out the blonde jogged through and down the stairs into the basement.
"Mads!" She called brightly.
"Yes?" As Tara reached the bottom of the stairs the Spellcaster pulled back the long length of navy silk that acted as a doorway to her room and smiled at Tara. "Do you need help with the salmon?"
"No, no. Mr. Giles is here, he wants to talk to us." Tara hung on the steps leaning a little on the stair rail.
"Oh." Madalene leaned back in to put the book she was reading down before she came out into the small hallway that existed down the stairs towards the washing machine. "You know cousin you could have just called me." She tapped the side of her head smiling.
"Called... oh!" Tara giggled. *I forget.* Her bright thought resonated in Madalene’s head.
*It’s okay.* Madalene reached the stairs and followed her back up. *You were the one who wanted to test the distance ratio we could maintain.* She teased.
*I’m worse that a child with a new walkie talkie aren’t I?* Tara giggled softly as she held the top door open.
*No more than me.* Madalene passed by and into the living room. "Afternoon Mr. Giles." She sat down smiling at him.
"So what don’t I have to be worrying about?" Tara asked as she retook her seat and cradled her coffee taking frequent sniffs of the aromatic liquid.
"Well as you know I’ve been speaking with the Council about both of your very unique positions in the world." Giles began diplomatically holding up the tray to give Madalene her tea that she received gratefully. Tara nodded and actually took a sip of her coffee. "This is rather a delicate topic but as you must be aware with today’s climate there are certain intricate issues of identity that become troublesome when a person faces unusual circumstances such as you both do." He reached into his interior coat pocket and pulled out two envelopes. "Which is why I wanted to bring you both these." He handed Tara the thicker of the two and then gave the other to the Spellcaster.
*Hope its not a love letter.* Tara glanced quickly at Madalene as she reached out and took the envelope with a snigger.
*You’re bad.* Madalene giggled back as she put down her tea.
Showing his slight nervousness, Giles waited for them to open the packages before he continued. The blonde turned the thick envelope over and slid her finger under the seal.
"I feel like it’s my birthday or something." Tara admitted trying to cut the tension.
"Which is coming up I hear." Madalene slipped the envelope she had been given open and pulled out a crisp document and the three plastic cards that were inside. Her looked went puzzled as she turned over the two of them.
"Yes." Tara looked up with a brief nod as she eased the thick wad of documents and cards inside her envelope out onto her lap.
"I don’t remember taking a driving test." She looked down at the smiling picture of herself looking back off the Californian license.
Tara watched her cousin for a moment not looking at the collection on her own lap.
"Yes, well though you’ve already secured a passport and certain other documentation for yourself the Council noticed several holes in your identity. The birth certificate, social security card and the driver’s license seemed the best ways to further trouble shoot any discrepancies." He nodded to the collection. "With you Tara they realised the necessity of a full set of documents. I hope you don’t mind the slight alterations they had to make."
Giles’ words were the key for Tara to focus on her own delivery. She looked down and lightly flicked through the papers on her knee.
"I suggested to them that Slean would be suitable due to your connection with Madalene." The Watcher offered softly.
"Mr. Giles..." Tara looked up her eyes a little teary. "Thank you." She whispered, running her finger over and over the top sheet of paper. She turned it slightly and held it up to Madalene. "We’re related." She said softly.
"We are." Madalene held up the birth certificate smiling brightly.
"I have a life." Tara smiled almost a bewildered smile. "It’s real isn’t it?" She looked around almost expecting everything to disappear.
"That should encompass everything you need Tara. A valid American passport, birth certificate, social security, driver’s license and a transcript documenting the courses you’d taken at another University that will equate out to those you had taken at UC Sunnydale."
Giles explained more.
"I don’t know how to thank you." Tara looked at the Watcher.
"It’s nothing, it’s the least that could be done." Giles shook his head to the sentiment. "There is one other thing for both of you." He reached back into his pockets and pulled out two other passports. "The Council would also like you to have these." He more reluctantly handed them over.
"What are they?" Tara took one.
"Apparently we’re British." Madalene had flipped open the burgundy cover to see her face and information on the third page.
"Dual Citizenship." Giles corrected.
"But I’ve never been to England, I don’t think." Tara wrinkled her nose up slightly. "Have I?" She checked.
"The Council wanted to foresee any possible problems in the future that might occur with you two travelling there." The Watcher shook his head to her question. "Also it permits you to work or study without the requirement of further investigation that could be troublesome."
"That’s very kind of them." Tara smiled still looking slightly confused. "But I think coming back from the undead is enough of a trip for me for now."
"This is where our conversation grows a bit tetchy." Giles sat back. "The Council is rather anxious to extend its hospitality to both of you."
"Tetchy." Tara giggled softly. "Mr. Giles you are so British."
"Hey so are we." Madalene laughed waving her British passport.
"Why would extending their hospitality to us make things awkward?" Tara asked softly. "It’s a very polite and lovely thing to do."
"I think he means they want us to come so that they can study us." The Spellcaster caught on a little more quickly.
"Not study, nothing so clinical. They would just like to further there understanding of your heritage and the powers that it brings." Giles tried to defend them without truly defending them.
"What?" Tara’s blue eyes flared open and turned to stare at Giles. "Like lab rats?" She squeaked almost ironically considering her words.
"No." He shook his head. "They merely wish to understand." He offered softly.
"What can we tell them when we don’t understand it ourselves?" Madalene questioned folding up the papers and tucking them back into the envelope.
"Mr. Giles, if we have to some how ‘pay’ for these…" Tara held up a few of the papers in her lap. "By letting the council ‘examine us’ I think I would rather hand them back right now."
"The papers are yours to keep either way. I think perhaps they felt it would make your decision in the future easier." He held up his hand. "Tara, I did relay to them that currently you’re priority is here with Willow and I believe that they understand that. They seemed to want more to impress upon both of you that there would be great benefit in the future if your heritage could be better understood. There are people and texts they can offer to assist in that uncovering, when you are both ready."
Tara looked at the Watcher for a moment and then her blue eyes softened again her mouth warming into a smile.
*Tara, if it’s going to get you what you need I’ll go see them.* Madalene looked at her cousin. *The main thing is keeping you safe, the documents help do that.*
*No.* Tara’s reply was quick and precise. "You don’t want us to go do you Mr. Giles." She asked of the Englishman pointedly but in a gentle understanding tone.
"I have no reason to object to..." Giles straightened his tie before pulling off his glasses. "You’re place is here with Willow, where you want to be." He conceded. "Your Heritage has existed for thousands of years, a few more won’t delay any great discovers I’m sure."
"Well maybe Willow and I will retire to England, when we’re oh, say, sixty five." Tara thanked Giles for his honesty.
"I would hope I might get everyone there on vacation long before that." He relaxed again slipping his glasses back on.
"And we are British now." Madalene added laughing lightly.
"I’ll never get away with the accent." Tara shook her head. "Oh my There’s Tara." She attempted laughing.
Giles couldn’t help but smile tenderly at the pair, truly no matter what the future held the present was certainly bright.
***
***
A few hours later the kitchen of the house was a flurry of activity and clouded with various yummy smells as the two Slean cousins worked on preparing a celebratory feast. Of course they’d planned on a big meal if only because it was Willow’s big day at the Doctor’s, but now they had something else to celebrate.
“You should so learn to duck.” Tara laughed harder as she watched the Spellcaster wiping chocolate cake batter off the front of her apron. A perfectly aim splatter from her mixing spoon had caught her cousin completely unaware. She turned and pushed the wooden spoon around the mixing bowl for a final time before tipping the last of the mixture into the cake tin.
“I would have if I had expected you to actually throw it at me.” Madalene laughed wiping at the stain. “Though you so better be ready for retaliation.” She dropped the dirty cloth into the sink when she was finished.
“Oh what you going to do couz?” Tara licked a chocolate covered finger eyeing the pans to make sure they were even.
“You never know.” Madalene wiggled her eyebrows.
“I can’t remember feeling this happy for so long.” Tara admitted as she carefully carried the baking trays to the oven.
“Me either.” Madalene agreed easily.
“I woke up this morning and I knew that Willow had her appointment, Dawnie had that math test and Mr. Giles was due back from England but I still felt okay.” Tara nodded. “I mean very worried, about Willow especially, but…” She paused as she closed the oven door. “But okay.”
“Tara, you don’t have to quantify how much you worry about Willow to me.” Madalene leaned against the counter and shook her head. “And it’s okay to feel okay, especially when lots of stuff is going on around you. Everyone has...”
“I love her so much Madalene.” The blonde interrupted.
“Maybe you won’t be a Slean for very long.” She teased letting the more serious vein of the conversation drop away.
“What?” Tara blinked at her cousin and then shook her head. “Oh don’t be silly.” She laughed lightly. “Willow wouldn’t want to...” She turned and put the mixing bowl in the sink.
“It’s not silly.” The Spellcaster shook her head. “And you know you both would.”
“Oh stop it.” Tara felt her cheeks burn slightly. “We have school and things to think about first.” She turned on the tap slightly to clean out the bowl.
“There will always be things Tara, don’t put off something like marriage just for that.” Madalene commented her voice a little too serious. “Besides Dawn would love to be in a wedding party where she didn’t have to wear a green dress and fight off full demons.” She went back to the fridge.
“Madalene.” Tara turned back to face her cousin and looked at her slightly curiously for a moment.
“Yes?” She didn’t turn as she opened the fridge and moved stuff around inside as if searching for something.
“Are you okay?” She asked gently.
“A little chocolate covered but I’m fine.” The Spellcaster turned back with three bars of chocolate they had hidden in the back from the Slayer, knowing Buffy’s affinity for chocolate the covert manoeuvre was necessary to ensure they had what they needed for their baking. “I was just thinking I should get this melted to make the decorations for your cake.”
“We should.” Tara moved over to beside the Spellcaster. “You do know that you can talk to me, about anything don’t you?” She said softly taking the bars from her.
“I know, you can as well I hope you know that.” Madalene nodded as she put her hands on the counter when they were empty.
“I do.” Tara nodded also.
“I guess they should be back soon.” Madalene looked to the time on the microwave subtly changing the focus of the conversation.
“Yes.” Tara glanced over at the clock as she put the chocolate down and rubbed her hands together. “I’m getting nervous.”
“Tara, there is nothing to worry about. Willow has been doing fantastic for over a month, the doctor is bound to recognise that the change is permanent now.” The Spellcaster reassured her. “And if she didn’t Buffy is just about fed up enough to spell it out for her.” She laughed lightly. “I think she wants Willow off the meds almost as much as Willow does.”
“I just want them to do it so that Willow feels that she’s in control of her life again.” Tara explained her motivation. “She’s doing so well, I just want them to acknowledge that.”
“Have faith, I think today is going to be a good day.” Madalene assured her.
“Says the Californian girl.” Tara grinned. “Or is that the London gal?” She added in her very bad accent.
“Just the Maddy.” The Spellcaster laughed at her attempt.
“They’ve been a long time.” Tara glanced nervously at the clock again as she began breaking up the chocolate and putting into a small Pyrex bowl.
“Who’s a long time?” Willow called from the doorway her face obscured behind a large bouquet of flowers.
“The florist apparently.” Tara turned to the doorway with a smile.
“Well who could blame her when it takes me hours to decide.” Willow bounced in and handed Tara the flowers. “For you.”
“Thank you.” Tara took them with a smile and gently breathed in their delicate smell.
“Did you trade Buffy for flowers?” Madalene teased taking over dealing with the chocolate.
“She tried but apparently the flowers were worth more.” The Slayer’s voice came from the door as she entered carrying a large bag of dog food.
“I know someone whose going to love you.” Madalene laughed as she watched Buffy put the bag down.
“Wanna come out to the car to help me with the shopping Mads?” Buffy motioned her head back to the door behind her.
“Sure.” The Spellcaster put down the chocolate and took off her apron as she followed Buffy.
“That wasn’t very subtle.” Tara looked up at the closing door as she gently placed the flowers down on the island and turned to back to her girlfriend.
“Buffy’s not great with the subtle.” Willow shrugged.
“Hug.” Tara opened her arms.
“Please.” Willow moved forward into them and wrapped her arms around Tara’s back.
“Missed you.” Tara kissed Willow’s head gently. The redhead stayed there for a moment with her eyes closed breathing in the warmth and security that surrounded her.
“Missed you too.” Willow nodded tilting her mouth closer to Tara’s ear. “It’s going to take two months to come off them but I get to start.” She whispered softly.
“Oh Goddess Willow.” Tara felt tears spring to her eyes and trickle down her cheek as she held the redhead tighter. “Oh God I love you.”
“I love you too.” Willow hugged tighter as well. “I have to start more therapy sessions and some sorta behavioural cognitive thingie thing at the hospital twice a week but its nothing we can’t do right?”
“Absolutely.” Tara eased back a little and looked into green eyes. “I’ll come with you.” She added with a smile.
“I would love that baby but you can’t remember?” Willow blinked and gave a soft headshake.
“Remind me again why I can’t?” Tara bit her lip slightly.
“You get sickly tummy in the backseat of taxi’s?” Willow offered light-heartedly.
“Or I could drive you?” Tara released her lip and smiled as she slid her hand into her skirt pocket and pulled out her driver’s licence holding it up at eye height for the redhead.
“Tara...” Willow squeaked reading the name. “Slean?” She ended on more of a confused note.
“I couldn’t be Maclay, Mr. Giles felt this would be…” She paused. “Fitting.” She finished. “I have a life.”
“No, of course...” Willow shook her head. “Look at you, so cute.” She leaned in to hug her again.
“I look goofy and my ear sticks out.” Tara pointed out laughing softly as they hugged.
“But you’re allowed to drive.” Willow giggled. “Today is such a great day.”
“You’re supposed to assure me that I don’t and it doesn’t.” Tara laughed more. “But yes it is.” She agreed softly.
“You are beautiful, you know I think that.” Willow pulled back and smiled. “Absolutely gorgeous.” She leaned in and kissed her girlfriend softly.
“So how many pills can we stop?” Tara asked eagerly.
“Here let me show you the outline.” Willow reached her hand back to pull the carefully folded paper out of her pocket.
***
“BUFFY! BUFFY!” Dawn’s voice squeaked as the front door slammed open and the teenager hurried in with Midnight bounding beside her.
A cold hard draught of early evening air accompanied her until she had the where with all to push the door closed once more calling out for her sister. She signalled for the large Labrador to sit in the hallway, which Midnight did happily.
“Dawn?” The Slayer came out of the dining room.
“Midnight ate a bug.” Dawn looked at her sister with eyes wide before turning to stare at the dog that tipped her head looking a little mystified at what was going on with them.
“Uh huh?” Buffy leaned against the doorframe.
“No, it was a big bug.” Dawn stretched her fingers wide.
“Demonic bug?” The possibility got the Slayer’s attention.
“Maybe.” The teenager frowned. “It was black. Black is evil.”
“What did it look like Dawn? And no officially black is not evil.” Buffy moved over to the dog bending down to inspect her for anything out of the ordinary.
“It was black and had a shiny back. She got it off Mrs. Bangsby’s hedge.” The teenager added.
“A beetle?” The Slayer rubbed the dog’s snout.
“Might have been a beetle.” Dawn bit her lip.
“Dawn, dogs eat stuff all the time. It’s fine.” Buffy assured her.
“But she didn’t chew it, she just gulped it down, it might choke her.” The teenager wouldn’t be convinced.
“We’ll just watch her to make sure she doesn’t puke or anything. Vomit watch for you Midnight.” She rubbed the dog’s head. “Dawn she’s fine, look at her.” The dog leaned in happily wagging her tail as the Slayer fussed her.
“Can she sleep in my room so I can watch her?” Dawn asked bending down beside the large dog stroking her head.
“Yes, but this is the last time.” Buffy scowled at them both. “She has a perfectly nice dog bed in the hallway that I don’t think she’s ever slept in.”
“Thanks Buffy you’re the greatest.” Dawn pushed up and hugged Buffy briefly. “How did Willow do and do I smell chocolate cake?” She eased back and pulled off her jacket.
“Yes and great, she gets to start lowering the meds.” Buffy smiled happily.
“That’s so cool, are we going out to celebrate?” She turned and hung her jacket up.
“No, Tara and Mads made a big dinner.” Buffy filled her in. “And I got more dog food so feed Midnight and then you can help set the table.”
“Oh okay, but I need to change first. I have dog joggers.” She lifted her leg for Buffy to sniff. “She went into the pond again.”
“Ewwwww. You’re going to have to bath her after dinner.” Buffy frowned down at the dog. “What did I tell you about ponds and swimming?” She looked down into big dark eyes.
“It was just her legs.” Dawn objected.
“Go get cleaned up.” Buffy motioned and the dog went up the stairs waiting part way up for Dawn to join her.
“Is Xander home yet?” The teenager asked as she hurried after Midnight.
“No, I think he’s working late.” Buffy offered the guess.
“You should call him he cant miss the celebration dinner.” She pointed out. “Come on Midnight.” She whispered in the dog’s ear as she hurried past.
“I’ll try his cell.” Buffy headed towards the phone in the living room. Quickly she punched in the familiar numbers and waited.
“I’m going home and am not hammering another nail, nor rubbing out another line on the blue print Mac, go away.” Xander replied almost instantly.
“Good because you’re about to miss salmon and homemade chocolate cake.” Buffy snapped back playfully.
“Oh Bufster, you know just what to say to a guy.” He laughed back as he realised who it was.
“No, I’m single remember.” She shook her head. “So are you coming home?”
“I’m kinda in the door.” The carpenter’s voice grew louder as the front door eased open.
“Perfect.” Buffy hung up the phone.
“So salmon and chocolate cake, I’m thinking Will got good news?” Xander stripped off his coat and hung it up.
“She gets to start dropping the meds.” Buffy nodded.
“What a great day.” Xander punched the air slightly in victory.
“All I need is there to be a lot of easy slaying and it’s almost perfect.” Buffy agreed looking out to the darkening sky.
“Ah but first there has to be much food and merrymaking.” Xander grinned. “Then can come the slaying of the undead.”
“Come on warriors, everything is almost ready.” Madalene came by carrying a covered basket though the covering didn’t keep the smell of fresh bread from permeating everything as she passed.
“Wow it smells good.” Xander sniffed loudly.
“I try.” Madalene laughed.
“So where’s the Watcher? I don’t see tweed.” Xander sat himself down at the dining room table and he pulled out his napkin, tucking it into his shirt.
“His life called again and he was needed elsewhere.” Madalene put the basket down.
“Well notice as everyone relaxes a little bit more.” He pulled out the napkin and screwed it up putting on the table near his plate.
“Behave you.” Madalene warned. “I’ll be back with the veggies.”
“Oh Midnight, look she got the one you love, it’s the crunchy kind with extra meaty bits.” Dawn’s voice giggled as she hurried through into the kitchen diving on the new bag of food. “Hi Xander.” She called as she ran.
“Just another fine day in the Summers, Rosenberg, Slean and Harris family eh.” Xander leaned back in his chair with a wide grin.
“You know that is never going to fit on the mailbox.” Buffy laughed as she sat down at the head of the table.
“Don’t forget Maclay.” Dawn huffed as she came back through carrying the dog’s bowl while Midnight trotted behind.
“Actually it’s Slean.” Tara appeared from the top step of the basement. She’d slipped down into Madalene’s room to get dressed so that her outfit was a surprise to Willow. She had been planning to make this evening as special as she could and now with the wonderful news about Willow’s medication she was hoping that it would help show the redhead just how proud she was of her.
“It is?” Buffy looked over at her confused.
Tara nodded as she moved into the room. She could see them all looking over her outfit as she came closer, the cream layered dress had a fitted bodice and a flowing skirt with many layers of tissue paper thin silk filling out over it.
“Mr. Giles dropped off papers earlier. I’m officially Tara Slean.” She did a little twirl and bowed slightly.
“Wow sexy Slean sisters.” Xander grinned at her outfit having really not heard much of what she had said.
“Xander!” Buffy slapped his thigh.
“Cousins.” Madalene corrected as she came back in carrying something else for dinner.
“Midnight can eat her supper in here right?” Dawn put the bowl down over by the china cabinet.
“Dinner for the whole family, so of course.” Madalene assured the teenager. “But you should put the doggie place mat we got down for her just in case she spills.”
“Do you need a hand in the kitchen?” Tara asked tucking a stray blonde curl behind her ear. It had taken some time but she had most of her long hair in ringlets.
“No, sit, I’ve got it covered.” Madalene encouraged her. “Willow should be down soon.”
“Okay.” Tara smiled she eased herself down on the nearest chair, filling anxious for the redhead to see her.
Trying to keep himself busy, Xander fished in his pocket and finally finding a lighter he lit the candles on the table.
“So Giles got you papers?” Buffy quirked an eyebrow.
“Everything I could ever need.” Tara nodded. “Even a bank account.”
“With a big balance?” Xander teased easing back to sit when the candles were lit.
“Xander, second warning.” The Slayer slapped his thigh lightly again.
“You could have had Summers.” Dawn sat down on the chair nearest the dog.
“I think Slean is good, gives you and Madalene a bond.” Buffy pointed out.
“I think Mr. Giles was thinking along those lines.” Tara agreed with the Slayer.
“And we’ve already got two Summers Girls.” Xander winked at Dawn.
“Hey did we want music at dinner I have...” Willow wandered into the dining room and held up a CD case as her eyes came up to rest on the blonde ringlets that framed her girlfriend’s face. “Tara.” She whispered her eyes wide.
Tara turned her head at the sound of Willow’s voice instantly seeing that she had become the redhead’s sole centre of attention.
“Smack my leg.” Xander looked from the redhead to Buffy. Without asking for further explanation Buffy reached out and slapped his leg again hard. “Yes Willow, it’s official your girlfriend is drop dead sexy.” He winced at the contact but finally got to make his comment.
“She is.” Willow blushed as she was mesmerised by blue eyes. “More than.”
Tara pushed up from her chair and moved over to Willow, she boldly draped her arm around Willow’s slender neck and kissed her cheek.
“Baby, you look beautiful.” Willow whispered slipping her hands around Tara’s waist. She could hardly believe how incredibly sexy and beautiful the blonde did look. She hadn’t quite gone so dressy as she had on a pair of dark jean overalls and a tight velvet green v-neck.
“Nothing more than you deserve.” Tara said very quietly kissing Willow’s cheek again.
“I love you.” Willow couldn’t think of any other way to answer as she leaned in to kiss her lightly on the lips.
“It’s hot in here, is it hot in here?” Xander coughed and picked up his napkin fanning himself.
“Don’t make me smack you again.” Buffy warned in a low tone.
“Oh food!” Dawn sat up in her chair as she caught movement and knew the Spellcaster was coming back from the kitchen. “We should eat.”
“Yes salmon.” Madalene came in carrying the big platter filled with the large fish. “I hope everyone is hungry.”
“Oh yeah I’m with the salivating.” Xander nodded as he held out his hands for the dish.
***
Dinner had been an excited affair, with conversations overlapping one another and everyone ravishing up all that the Slean cousins had cooked for them.
“Xander if you eat anymore you’re going to explode.” Buffy scowled as the carpenter began stuffing his third helping of cake into his mouth.
“But it’s chocolate cake.” Xander argued pointing to the demolished desert. “If I don’t eat it now I’ll never get the chance again.”
“You said that about the salmon.” Buffy pointed out.
“Even the broccoli.” Willow laughed.
“It was great green stuff.” Xander pointed at his empty plate. “Not as good as the chocolate, but good.”
“Well I’m just glad everyone enjoyed.” Madalene pointed out as she stood up to start collecting the dishes.
“I’ll get the dishes, you cooked.” Dawn pushed up form her place.
“Yeah Xander, you didn’t cook either.” Buffy prompted him.
“Yeah true, but before we worry about the dishes.” He rubbed his hands on his pants and coughed slightly. “I have things to say.”
“Things?” Madalene sat back down.
“Yeah.” He nodded and reached out and took his glass of white wine. “First of all I want to propose a toast to Willow.”
“Oh yes.” Tara nodded reaching for her glass of water. Willow picked up her supplement drink and everyone picked up what they were drinking as well.
“Well done Will, “ Xander said proudly.
“Thank you.” The redhead smiled.
After everyone had sipped their drinks, Xander opened his mouth to continue but Dawn interrupted at just the right time.
“I just wanted to tell everyone, not that I’m trying to steal anyone’s moment of glory or anything.” She flustered slightly. “But I only got seven wrong on my math test.”
“That’s fantastic Dawn.” Madalene encouraged holding up her glass.
“They’re thinking I might go into an advanced math when the new school opens.”
Dawn beamed proudly.
“That’s great Dawn.” Buffy turned and gave her sister a special smile.
“Again with the none stealing of thunder.” Xander glanced at Dawn. “But…” He swallowed again. “I’m gonna be moving out.” He looked down briefly and wiped his hands on his pants a second time.
“You are?” Willow piped in anxiously. “Is it cause we’re crowded, cause we could build an addition or or...”
“No, it’s not that.” Xander shook his head and everyone held their breath waiting impatiently. “It’s... well An and I... We’re not mended or anything, but we’re better. And we need, she needs to see that I’m ready for this, for an us, so I need to show her I can be serious.”
“By moving out?” Buffy questioned not quite understanding his reasoning.
“I rented an apartment.” He nodded. “Its two bedrooms, you guys can some stay any time and so can she with no pressure. I’m trying the mature guy thing.”
Everyone seemed a bit stunned by the news and the silence lingered on for a long few moments.
“That’s fantastic news Xander.” Madalene finally piped in slowly standing up and moving over to give him a congratulatory hug. “I’m sure it’s a very mature apartment.”
“Well not so much, but it has cable and a great fridge.” Xander gave a boyish smile.
“Just wait till we all help you decorate.” She encouraged looking back at everyone.
“It’s great.” Willow reluctantly encouraged. “You’ll have to show us.”
“It should have purple. In the spare room.” Dawn put in her two cents.
“Do you all think I’m crazy?” Xander asked honestly.
“No, of course we don’t... just...” Buffy looked at him. “We didn’t see it coming.”
“But you’re not all thinking dumb Xander?” He frowned.
“No, come here you big lug.” Buffy got up and gave him a hug, which Xander gratefully accepted, it meant a lot to him that she approved. “Is this why Anya couldn’t come to dinner?” She teased him. “Leaving you to make your big announcement.”
“Yeah.” Xander looked at the floor. “And I wanted you guys to be the first to know. For obvious reasons.”
“I think we need extra celebrations.” Dawn pointed out. “Say Bronzing?”
“It’s a school night.” Buffy pounced on the teenager’s idea.
“It’s so early, I can come home by like eleven. I never go to sleep before then.” Dawn argued.
“You feeling up to a Bronze trip sweetie?” Tara reached and stroked her hand over Willow’s arm.
“Mmmm I do, if you do.” Willow didn’t want to disagree and ruin any support for Xander’s big life choice.
“I should get changed.” The blonde smiled and glanced at her dress.
“No!” Willow jumped immediately to shoot that idea down. “You look beautiful.” She underlined again.
“Sounds like we’re heading out to the Bronze.” Buffy smiled at them all. “Dawn, make sure Midnight’s got all she needs.”
***
The Bronze had been fairly empty when they all first arrived, but slowly the club had started to fill up as the night went on. Nestled away close to the pool tables, Madalene held her water in one hand and absently held the straw in the other as she took small sips and watched the hustle and bustle around them. In an apparently innocent coincidence Dawn had found some of her friends were already at the club and was off enjoying her night dancing with them. A few feet away from the table Buffy and Xander were having a rather light-hearted game of pool with Willow and Tara.
The music was a steady mix of current hits and retro, provided by a DJ who had taken over the stage in lieu of a band.
“Er, excuse me, I didn’t want to interrupt your game of pool.” With a slight cough a polite male voice interrupted the action at the table. “But I just wanted to say hi.”
“You wanted too...” Buffy turned not sure what she expected but as she came face to face with the helpful young man who had been there to carry Madalene during the unfortunately ‘drunk night’ the month before she was surprised.
“You probably don’t remember me.” He smiled as he looked at Buffy.
“Oh I do.” She caught herself. “How are you?” She tried to lower the pool cue she had been gripping like a weapon without looking too obvious.
“I’m good, and you?” He smiled apparently relieved he’d been recognised.
“Great, just playing pool.” She remarked rather stupidly. “Obviously.” She laughed.
“That’ll be the stick in your hand.” He nodded. “You could have been rehearsing for javelin throwing or something.” He grinned.
“Olympic trials are coming up.” She grinned back.
“Can I get you all a drink?” He looked up and around the group.
“We’re all pretty much doing the water thing.” Buffy explained not wanting to turn him down outright.
“Water is a drink.” He pointed out. “I’m Christian by the way.” He extended his hand to Xander.
“Hey... Xander.” The carpenter reached out and gave it a good firm shake.
“You want to buy us water?” She questioned feeling herself smile.
“Well sure, if your boyfriend here doesn’t mind.” Christian smiled charmingly between Xander and Buffy.
“Oh Xander, no see that’s Xander, not my boyfriend.” Buffy shook her head. “He’s with a friend of mine, who isn’t here, but no not mine.” She flustered.
“Got the picture.” Christian smiled at her. “So water all around then?” He motioned in a small circle.
“Here why don’t I help you.” She handed the pool cue off to Xander who to her relief didn’t say anything else. “And I’m Buffy.” She reminded him not sure if she’d ever told him her name now that she thought of it.
“Yes I got that much last time.” The young man reminded her. “You’re friend looks better.” He continued as he led Buffy away to the bar.
“Yes, no more alcohol. You were right about her Ketchum, she was grumpy for a week till she got it even again.” Buffy glanced back at Madalene who seemed busy crowd watching.
“Being a witch isn’t all star dust and naked dancing.” He chuckled.
“Do you practice?” She looked at him. “The witchcraft that is.”
“Me?” He shook his head. “Not a chance, I’d rather leave that to the people with the talent and the skill. You?”
“Me... No.” Buffy shook her head. “So you have a lot of friends that practice?” She felt herself sliding into Slayer inquisition mode.
“And all this before you’ve asked me my favourite colour and what music I like.” Christian laughed softly.
“Sorry.” She apologised knowing how she could get.
“It’s alright and yes I do have a number of friends trained in the craft.” He shook his head to her worry.
“Should I slide into the favourite colour and music questions now?” Buffy smiled as he gave their order to the bartender.
***
Xander watched as after many attempts Willow finally managed to sink the last ball on the table. After Buffy’s departure he’d been going up against the two of them.
“I think we should give up the table, it’s getting crowded.” Willow put her cue in the rack.
“I don’t want to be a party stopper but should we be getting Dawn home?” Tara glanced over to where the teenager was having brief respite from dancing.
“Probably.” Xander nodded. “Despite her happy go get them demeanour she’s scary in the morning if she’s overtired.” He put his cue into the rack with Willow’s.
“Anyone want to volunteer to get Buffy?” Tara smiled and nodded to where Buffy and Christian were stood still chatting at the bar.
“He’s cute, maybe we should leave them.” Willow came over and hugged Tara from behind.
“But there’s patrol.” Tara leaned her head onto Willow’s lightly. “You think he’s cute?” She added with a pouty frown.
“Not for me, for Buffy.” Willow underlined.
“We can take patrol, she’s already taken out three here in the Bronze. So good night.” Xander piped in.
“With Dawnie with us? Buffy wouldn’t like that.” Tara shook her head.
“What are the serious faces for?” Madalene had stood up and walked the short distance to join them.
“It’s home time, but there is patrol, and Buffy’s…” Tara paused and glanced over at the Slayer who was laughing heartily at something Christian had said. “Happy.” She assessed smiling at the sight.
“Well Xander and I can do patrol after walking the three of you home.” Madalene glanced over her shoulder and then turned back to Tara.
“Great idea.” Xander nodded.
*Madalene!* Tara tried not to scowl as she pressed the thought into her cousin’s mind. *Patrol can be dangerous.*
*I know, Buffy’s been teaching me a lot.* The Spellcaster reported confidently.
*But...*
“I’ll go get the Dawnmiester.” Xander turned and began walking towards the teenager.
*Let her be happy.* The Spellcaster glanced back at the Slayer.
*If you need me, get me.* Tara insisted as she reluctantly agreed to the idea.
Moments later the teenager came back over with Xander, wearing a heavy pout.
“But Xander, I can go to school with them in the morning. Willow tell him?” She whined. “Please, look this is me begging.” She cupped her hands together and batted long eyelashes at the carpenter.
“Home time Dawnie.” Xander shook his head.
“But I can go home with them, Sofia said she has a pull out couch with my name on it.” She tried again.
“You’re getting a special escort.” The redhead pointed out.
“If you go home now then we’ll be able to convince your sister that maybe eleven o’clock curfew on school nights could work.” Madalene walked closer and leaned in whispering as she tried to persuade the teenager.
“I’ll grab my stuff.” Dawn beamed and darted back to her group of friends.
“We should tell Buffy we’re going.” Tara looked at her lover.
“Who’s getting that honour?” Xander hung back.
“Mmmm you’re all chickens.” Willow laughed kissing Tara’s cheek and moving through the crowd. “Buffy?” She interrupted as gently as she could. The Slayer calmed down from her latest round of laughing and looked at Willow.
“Oh, oh I’m sorry, I’m bring the drinks really.” She apologised. “We just got talking, and laughing.” She glanced frequently at Christian.
“No, no worries. We’re all heading home. Xander and Madalene are going to drop us off and then take care of that thing.” Willow wiggled her eyebrows lightly.
“Oh right good.” She nodded, but then stopped. “They are?” She frowned quickly. “Can they do that?”
“If you need to go…” Christian began politely.
“They seem to think they can.” Willow smiled. “We’re going to take Dawnie home too, so we’ll see you later?”
“Do you need me?” Buffy glanced between her best friend and the tall young man stood beside her.
“No, we’re fine.” Willow assured her. “You two have a nice evening.” She smiled and turned to go back to Tara.
“That was Willow right?” Christian asked as the redhead backed away.
“Yes, her girlfriend is Tara the blonde and my sister is there with Madalene.” Buffy named everyone for him again.
“The blond with ringlets is Tara, the tall one is your little sister and Madalene your friend the witch. I think I have that now.” He summed up everyone.
“Exactly, so who are you here with?” Buffy used the easy bridge for the question.
“Myself.” Christian admitted. “I kinda had a bad day, needed to get lost in a crowd, you know.”
“I definitely know that feeling.” Buffy nodded.
“So you want to dance?” He offered with a smile as a fast song filled the club with infectious music.
“That would be nice.” Buffy put her water down and let him lead her out onto the dance floor.
***
Madalene kept her hands folded over with the stake hidden in her jacket. She almost found it amusing how Xander seemed to be dancing on the top of his toes as they walked through the cemetery.
“So, I can ask you this cause you’re a girl right?” Xander glanced at her as they walked.
“Depends.” Madalene smiled at the loaded question.
“You being a girl depends on what? Can you witches choose? Wow, that would kinda explain Willow...” Xander let his mind race for a second. “No wait, that’s not what you meant, is it?” He stopped and pointed at the Spellcaster.
“No Xander we can’t choose that, I meant it depends on what you’re going to ask me.” Madalene reached out and patted his hand to reassure him.
“Tara, what can I get her for her birthday? I mean I always had this problem, the first year was the worst, you know when she was a new Scooby, but this year its like, wow super present needed because she’s like well, here.” Xander posed his query.
“That’s easy, make her something.” Madalene smiled at his concern.
“Make her something?” Xander frowned.
“Out of wood.” She laughed lightly. “You are a carpenter.”
“Oh right, yeah.” Xander laughed.
“What about a box to hold crystals in?” The Spellcaster tried to think of something specific.
“She’d like that right?” Xander checked.
“She’d love that.” She nodded.
“That’s great, okay next one.” He smiled forming a plan for the present in his mind already.
“Is this twenty questions?” Madalene chuckled softly.
“I don’t think I have twenty.” Xander grinned. “You can ask me any in return.”
“What is your other question?’ Madalene prompted him scanning the tombstones again.
“Anya.” Xander walked on. “I love her, but there’s this huge problem.” He dug his hands firmly in his pockets and Madalene waited for him to continue. “How can I make up for what I did? I mean I don’t regret it, we weren’t... I wasn’t ready to get married, I’m still not, but not because I don’t love her.” He tried to explain.
“Xander.” Madalene pulled him to a stop. “First you need to be honest with her, you can’t say your sorry for something you’re not sorry for. You did what you did because it was what you needed to do. So maybe you need to stop making up for it and instead focus on what you can and want to give now.”
“But what if I’m not good enough for her?” Xander fretted.
“To be honest only Anya can decide that.” Madalene kept her voice light. “And from what I’ve seen she’s decided you are worth it.”
“So you won’t have me if she doesn’t?” He gave her a boyish grin.
“You’re very sweet, but I know you’re heart is hers.” Madalene grinned back and leaned up to kiss his cheek.
“But if it wasn’t?” He pushed with an ever-widening smile.
“You never know.” She laughed as she pulled back down.
“Right, so the whole you preferring girls thing wouldn’t be an issue?” Xander checked his voice soft and not judgmental.
“Who told you...” Madalene felt herself frown slightly thrown by his comment.
“I’m a guy, I’m not blind.” Xander shrugged.
“And how exactly did you know?” The Spellcaster asked softly.
“Okay there’s this thing.” Xander began. “It’s the way you look.” He explained badly.
“How I look?” Madalene frowned more. “Everyone said they liked the cords.” She looked down to the deep red flared pants.
“I don’t mean that, they’re great.” Xander underlined. “I mean look, with your eyes. Will does it, you do it.” He pointed out.
“You mean look at other girls?” Madalene laughed lightly.
“Yeah, I mean like tonight, Will came in and looked at Tara and thought exactly what I thought, that being God Tara looks hot, not that I look at Tara that way, but hell she did. But what I mean is, Buffy looks at her and thinks, damn I wouldn’t look that good in that dress not God Tara looks hot. You know?” He babbled on for a moment trying to dig himself out of the whole he’d made.
“Yeah, I know exactly what you mean.” Madalene nodded. “So do you know much about this guy at the bar?” She questioned turning to start walking again.
“Never seen him before in my life.” Xander shook his head. “But if there’s one girl I trust to take care of herself its Buffy. He seemed to know her, must have met her in the Bronze before.”
“Well I’m sure she’ll call if she needs anything.” Madalene nodded and then stopped. “We’ve got a problem.” She looked down at the pushed up soil in front of the fresh grave.
“We do?” Xander looked around.
“Vampire.” Madalene pointed down to the ground.
“Oh crap we do.” Xander had barely got the second sentence out when a fist caught him on the lower jaw and sent him spinning backwards.
“Xander.” Madalene saw him spin away and heard more than actually saw as the vampire leaped at her.
For a moment she was taken off guard as the heavy weight leaned down on her but quickly her survival instinct kicked in. She ducked down further using her smaller body size and weight to topple him up and over her.
Being inexperienced the vampire ended up skidding down into the ground face first. Madalene took a quick breath checking that Xander was stunned but okay before she turned back. The vampire was just starting to push up when Madalene jumped over and landed on him, pressing the brunt of her lightweight down to face plant him into the dirt again. Stepping back and off she grasped her stake in both hands and with a chopping action brought the stake down into his heart turning him to dust.
“Wow.” Xander pushed himself up and began walking over. “First staking?” He questioned seeing the way she was breathing hard and fast as if she’d just run a very long race.
“Yeah.” Madalene coughed and waved her hand in front of her face to clear the dust. “Buffy’s been teaching me a few things, being more unbreakable then breakable helps.”
“No, you’re a natural. That had nice action to it.” Xander congratulated her.
“You think he was the only one?” She asked looking around still feeling very excited after the encounter.
“I think so.” Xander chuckled giving a brief look around. “You look like I should turn you round and march you back to the bronze to dance off that adrenaline.”
“I think I’m more of a home for tea girl.” Madalene admitted.
“Okay, you sure though I mean we could run by and see my new place, you can give me your opinion on the decor.” He shuffled his feet against the grass for a moment.
“I’d love a tour.” Madalene smiled at the offer.
“We can swap chat up lines.” Xander teased as he guided Madalene down the path towards the cemetery exit.
***
The Summers’ house was quiet and shadowed. The only lights that were on were on the front porch and the small lamp in the living room, its dim light casting just enough to illuminate the couch and the stairs up to the top floor.
“I hope she was telling us the truth about Buffy saying Midnight could sleep in with her this evening.” Tara looked slightly worried as she came down the last step and crossed through the living room to sit next to Willow on the couch.
“I don’t think Dawn would outright lie.” Willow assured her.
“They’re so cute, all flaked out together.” Tara chuckled softly as she pulled up her legs and tucked them up on the couch, throwing her long dress over her bare toes.
“Though I’m going to have to wash her sheets and everything, I swear that dog has been in the pond again.”
“She loves the water.” Willow laughed and shifted leaning a bit closer. “So are you tired too?”
“I should be.” Tara smiled.
“But you’re not?” Willow reached out twirling the edge of Tara’s skirt hem around her finger.
“Not especially.” Tara admitted. “Do you like it?” She asked softly watching Willow’s finger move over the thin soft fabric.
“It’s beautiful, I can’t believe I didn’t get to see it before now.” Willow smiled leaning back a bit into the couch so she could gaze up at Tara.
“Well what kind of a surprise would it have been then?” Tara asked arching an eyebrow softly.
“You’re gorgeous.” Willow smiled as she rubbed the sheer material.
“And you’re trying to make me blush.” Tara lowered her blue eyes a little bashfully.
“No, I’m telling you the truth.” Willow reached up running her finger down Tara’s cheek and the blonde’s eyes fluttered closed.
“How does it feel?” The blonde as softly.
“Like I love you.” Willow whispered the heartfelt answer.
“Do you want too?” Tara asked feeling her voice tremble as she spoke.
“Want too?” Willow smiled her voice still quiet.
“Love me.” Tara replied softly. “Make love to me.” She breathed out.
“Yes.” Willow took a slow breath almost as if she was trying to confirm what she was hearing was true. Tara’s eyes dipped closed again when she heard the redhead’s whispered response.
“I want you too.” She admitted slowly opening her blue eyes.
“Do you want to make love to me?” Willow asked seeing blue eyes slide open.
“Oh yes.” Tara nodded and replied through something that was almost a gasped sigh.
“Do you want to go upstairs?” The redhead reached down sliding her hand into Tara’s.
“Yes.” Tara felt each one of their fingers slide into place next to each other as they pushed off the couch together in unison.
Willow wasn’t quite sure how they got upstairs, the walk was a blur as she watched Tara move the rest of her surroundings melting away. Though if she had to she could have described every look, every breath that passed between them up until they reached their bedroom.
Tara turned and watched as Willow gently pressed her back on the door to close it. With a soft smile she backed up to the bed pulling Willow with her, relaxing into the mattress and guiding the redhead into a very natural feeling position over her on the bed. As soon as they were settled the blonde leaned up and pressed her lips to Willow’s tenderly.
Willow felt her body guided until all thought was taken away by the feeling of soft lips pressing against her own. She felt light-headed by the sheer anticipation of what might be happening.
“We don’t have to do anything.” Tara whispered breaking the long kiss and changing it to sweet kisses in-between her words. “If you’re too tired or just too overwhelmed, it’s been a big day.”
“No baby I don’t feel tired, not one bit tired. I feel many, many things but none of them is tired.” Willow shook her head lightly as she shifted so that she could bring her hand up to Tara’s cheek. “Unless you’re tired.”
“I’m not tired, how could I be tired lying on a bed with you?” Tara smiled lovingly.
“Exactly.” Willow leaned down to kiss her again.
Tara sighed softly in the kiss and slowly moved her hand up to trace the path of the thick denim straps of the overalls that criss-crossed over Willow’s back. Even through the thick material the touch electrified Willow’s body and she pressed closer.
“Oh Willow.” Tara pulled her lips free of the redhead’s to breathe her name, before slipping her hand under the straps to stroke over the soft brush of velvet covering Willow’s shoulder blades
“I love you.” Willow whispered as her back arched into the touch.
“I love you, Goddess I love you.” Tara pushed up a little from the mattress to slide both arms fully around the redhead pulling her closer as she kissed her again.
“So much.” Willow’s body pushed down against Tara’s as she leaned in kissing her again deeper.
Tara gently eased Willow over so that they rested side by side still kissing, as she lid her body closer gently easing one of her legs between the redhead’s. In response Willow’s leg automatically slid up over Tara’s tangling them together further as her now free hand roamed down Tara’s side.
Tara slowly dragged one of her hands up over Willow’s shoulder under the denim strap. She twisted her hand over to let her long fingers curl around the clip that held the overalls in place and with a soft twist the metal stud slipped free and the strap fell loose off the thin shoulder.
The release of the tension around her upper body was immediate and Willow knew the slightly oversized overalls would basically fall off her now. Reaching up, she guided her hand up Tara’s back till she reached the long zipper and guided it downwards.
“Oh baby.” Tara arched her back with the motion of the zipper, her hand brushing over soft velvet covered shoulders.
“I want you so much.” Willow whispered as she spread her hand over the warm flesh of Tara’s back. Tara arched harder at the touch, her breath catching lightly in her throat as her eyes closed.
“I want you too Willow.” She assured her girlfriend.
“So much.” Willow used her hand to spread the material more open as her hand roamed.
Pressing her lips to Willow’s again, gently but in a long lasting kiss, Tara breathed out. Slowly she moved her hand and placed it over Willow’s on her back before she gently guided it off her body. Moving very slowly and pressing light kisses to soft lips over and over, she slid her leg free and pulled back out of reach.
“Baby?” Willow caught up a bit breathless as Tara moved away and she watched worried as the blonde gently eased off the bed and flicked her ringlets over her shoulder.
“Shush.” She raised a finger to her lips. Slowly she released the hand she had kept over her chest that was now the only thing keeping the undone dress up. The sheer material fell to the floor in a soft cream pool leaving the blonde witch stood there in an ivory satin bra and matching low cut panties. Around her waist was a band of delicate lace and stretching down both thighs were strands of elastic and lace that fastened lightly onto sheer nearly invisible stockings.
The move instantly made Willow take a sharp breath in through her nose. Her vision filled with the most inspiring sight she had ever seen, as the temperature in the room seemed to skyrocket. Just the subtle contrast between the ivory silk and Tara’s pale skin made her heart beat faster. Slowly Tara stepped out of the dress and reached out a hand to her girlfriend.
“Want to help with the rest?” She asked her voice trembling slightly. As green eyes trailed down and focused on the full extent of what Tara was wearing she could feel her entire body turn swim with desire.
“Tara.” She whispered her voice thick as she managed to slowly push up.
“Willow.” Tara whispered back.
“You’re... wow.” Willow tried again as she uneasily found her feet and moved closer.
“I wasn’t sure if you liked...” Tara began motioning down at her outfit.
“I like, I like, I like.” Willow’s head wagged up and down with every repetition.
“You were meant too.” Tara smiled a little relieved, a lot delighted as she watched Willow’s very obvious reaction.
“I do.” The redhead breathing in and out quickly. “Should I?” She flicked the strap of her overalls.
“If you want.” Tara nodded her encouragement.
“Mmmm feeling hot at the moment.” Willow admitted reaching up to flick the other clip open, she felt the denim fall away immediately. “I didn’t get any new undies.” She gave a soft smile as she stepped closer in her small black boxers.
“You didn’t need too, I love these.” Tara reached out and grazed her finger lightly over the cotton.
“Not as much as I love these.” Willow brought her hands forward, her fingers shaking a bit as they came to rest across the lace over Tara’s hips.
“I’ve been thinking about how I hoped you would like them all night.” Tara admitted inching closer.
“I wish you had mentioned them earlier.” Willow pulled her closer in a gentle move. “We could have skipped the Bronze wasting time bit.”
“Is this where I admit when you came down and said my name before supper, I wanted you to whisk me upstairs and just take me then.” Tara blushed slightly.
“So did I.” Willow nodded as she admitted what was in her mind. “You were a vision of loveliness, I heard music and saw fireworks.”
“And when Xander said Willow your girlfriend is drop dead sexy all I could think of was yes, yes I feel it and I want to know if Willow thinks so too.” Tara curled long fingers into red hair.
“I hope the whole drooling on my shoes make you realise that I did.” She rubbed her right hand down over lace and silk tracing the path of the elastic strap down Tara’s thigh.
“When I’d worked out it wasn’t Midnight who had licked them.” Tara giggled as her body rocked forward slightly.
“Tara, you are the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.” W
I can't wait to see how Chriditan is going to fit in with everything. 
It is like W/T are falling in love and starting all over again. This is truly beautiful. 
missed you gals a whole bunch! thanks for the update! remarkable, as usual.
Willow and Tara making love.....awwwww...*grins goofily*
Definitely worth the wait. 
I knew Christian was up to no good. Even if he has decided to remove himself from the doings of the Council, Travers is his grandfather so that can't bode well for the future.
Grrrrrrrrrr!!!!
anywho....good job on the story. really loving it. can't wait til the next update.
..... cos...