It took me a while to get this part up but here it is.
Hope you enjoy it. Oh, and I hope it isn't too predictable.
Part 3
Tara woke, feeling the most peaceful and content she had ever felt. She felt the bundle of heat across her chest and she opened her eyes to see the petite redhead sleeping soundly, her head rested on Tara's chest, an arm around her waist, and a leg thrown across her hips. A smile tugged at the blonde's lips as she took in the satisfied smirk Willow was wearing. She lifted a hand and stroked copper tresses, giggling at the cute murmur that escaped Willow's mouth. Somehow, Tara felt different this morning, blessed with a completion she had never had before. Tara wanted nothing more than to wake up like this every morning with the redhead, until her dying day and then into the afterlife. Somehow, she knew she was asking a little much but she needed her dreams, they had always kept her going through the hard times in the past.
"Morning." Willow greeted sleepily, green peeking through almost entirely closed eyelids.
Tara hadn't realised the redhead had woken and smiled, slightly embarrassed at her staring. "Good morning, beautiful."
Willow shifted upwards so she could place a tender kiss on the blonde's lips. "Best morning ever." She grinned.
Tara let out a small chuckle, embracing the petite hacker tightly. The feeling of skin sliding against skin woke her senses up but she pushed the feelings to the back of her mind. Wouldn't want to wear the poor girl out, she thought with a smirk.
The redhead noticed the mischievous expression on her lover's face and raised her eyebrows in response. "What are you thinking?"
Tara tried to clear her mind. "Um, nothing. Maybe we should get up?"
Willow frowned, knowing Tara was being evasive but deciding not to pursue the issue. "I'd prefer to stay here. Much more inviting than… well, anything else." Her eyes glinted, causing Tara's smile to widen.
"I know the feeling, and I wish we could but we should really try and get some information. We don't know how long we've got." Tara became a little more serious as she was reminded of their circumstances.
Willow nodded with a sigh, her better judgement taking over. "I'm not sure what we should do though. I really shouldn't be seen but I know the area."
The blonde witch considered her options for a moment. Of course, the redhead was right, if she was spotted by someone who knew her in this time there could be awkward questions. Then there was the problem of the high school library being the only place that housed the books they might need. "How about I go up to the school and talk to the librarian, see if I can borrow some books?"
Willow's nose wrinkled up as she thought, one of the many things Tara found adorable about the redhead. "I don't know, Tara. I don't think Giles will be very forthcoming especially if you don't have a good reason for needing his precious books and you're not a student."
"Well, how about we go get some breakfast and you tell me all about Mr. Giles. Then we'll see if I can pull this off." Tara suggested, stroking Willow's hair once more. The redhead nodded and reluctantly began to move away from the blonde.
*
The cheerful songs of the forest birds filled the crisp morning air, annoying Cerberus immensely. He had always disliked the high shrill of these flying animals, preferring instead the howl of his canine brothers. Of course, he was far superior than the canines that inhabited this realm and he was disgusted that they allowed themselves to be dominated by humans. His three heads growled with displeasure as he let his thoughts dwindle on the race of man. He desperately wanted to return to his duties at the gates to Hades and thought he had suffered enough years in this realm.
The hellhound rose onto his four paws, stretching and allowing a yawn to escape his central head. He still felt weak from the spell but was becoming bored and was suffering from a bad case of cramp in his hind legs. He padded forward, startling some of the wildlife as he went. He was glad humans rarely ventured into these woods, as he would surely be spotted because of his size and uniqueness. Not that he was afraid of being discovered but it would be an inconvenience he didn't need right now.
Moving noisily through the undergrowth, snapping branches and trampling bushes as he went, he soon came to the edge of the woods. He could see the town from his vantage point, noticing how it was coming to life with the new day. Vehicles followed their monotonous routes around the town and the small figures of people dotted the streets. Cerberus thought about how easy it would be to bound into Sunnydale and kill and maim its inhabitants easily, knowing no one would be able to stop him. Senseless killing wasn't his style though. Before, when he had guarded the entrance to hell, he only devoured those who attempted to enter without permission. Now, he wasn't following a duty, he was following the desire to return home. Killing the population of a town wasn't going to further his quest, however. However, it would be easier to annihilate the entire area instead of searching for one girl. He snorted in frustration, knowing he always chose the hard ways to do something, though it would be an enjoyable hunt.
He narrowed each set of eyes, focusing on the tiny people rushing around, oblivious of the dangers all around them. He hoped he would be strong enough to hunt tonight but even if he wasn't, it didn't really matter. He had all the time in the world.
*
Smoothing the front of her top nervously, Tara looked up at the building in front of her. She had been right, the high school looked absolutely normal in the daylight. She could just make out the forms of students through the lower windows, sitting in class. She took a deep breath and made her way up the steps and down the path to the doors. She had spoken to Willow over breakfast about coming here and getting the books and eventually the redhead had agreed to the plan, giving Tara the number for the school. Tara had anxiously phoned and asked for the library. When Giles had answered with his curt English accent, Tara had almost forgotten what she was going to say and fumbled through an explanation of why she was calling. She had lied that she had been given his name by an old member of the council and was looking for information that she couldn't talk over the phone about. At first, the librarian had been very reluctant, especially when she had been evasive about the council members name but once she tossed in a few supposed good things she had heard about him, he gave in and arranged to meet her just before the lunch bell during school hours.
Tara pulled the main entrance open, stepping inside. Her nerves were getting the better of her and her hands shook. She knew if Giles questioned her face to face, she would crumble, more than likely resorting to one syllable replies. She desperately hoped that she could keep her composure. A part of her was incredibly excited about this new experience, going under cover and trying to trick a watcher out of his books. She could confidently say, it wasn't something a normal person did every day. Or an abnormal person, come to think of it, she spoke inwardly.
She glanced to the left and right, seeing the classes full of teenagers, most of whom seemed to be bored or asleep. She passed a display cabinet, receiving a chill that shot up and down her spine as she did. She paused and looked at the trophies that lay within it, her eyes drifting to a small statue of a cheerleader. She leaned in for a closer look but was distracted by footsteps coming from her left. She jerked her head in that direction and saw a fairly tall man with glasses approach a pair of double doors. He noticed her standing there and altered his route until he stood in front of her.
"Hello, would you happen to be Miss. Maclay?" The man asked, his English accent obvious.
Tara nodded, extending a hand. "Y-yes."
The Englishman smiled slightly, taking the offered hand and shaking it firmly. "I'm Rupert Giles, the librarian here. We spoke on the phone. If you'd like to follow me, we can speak in my office." He motioned behind him and at Tara's nod he turned and led the way to the double doors he had previously been heading for.
The blonde witch immediately liked this tweed suit wearing man. He had a very honest and genuine demeanour and a mostly pure aura, though Tara could see it was tainted by specks of grey. Giles held the door open for Tara and she smiled at him as he let her enter before him. She stepped into the library, marvelling at the amount of old books and the atmosphere they created. The whole room screamed knowledge. Tara fiddled with the hem of her top as Giles walked passed her and disappeared into a small office. He returned a few seconds later.
"So, how may I be of assistance?" His eyebrows rose slightly as he asked.
Tara wasn't sure if she should tell him exactly what it was that she was looking for but she didn't know if she would be able to get any helpful books if she didn't. "Well, I w-was wondering if y-you had any books on ancient demons."
An unreadable expression covered the Englishman's face and Tara wondered if she had said the wrong thing. "Who was it exactly that gave you my name?"
Tara inwardly called out in panic. She was quickly digging herself into a big whole and she dreaded letting out any more words in case Giles got more suspicious. "Well, um, I don't know if you know him, b-but his name is…" Tara paused slightly as she rummaged through her mind for a name. "Leicester. James Leicester." She almost rolled her eyes at the name. It was the name of a lecturer she had had once during one of the sermons at college in Sunnydale.
She breathed a sigh of relief as Giles turned away from her, seemingly accepting her answer. "No, I don't recall that name." A smug expression adorned his features as he looked back at her. "Though it seems I am well known in he Watcher's Council. So, why are you interested in demons then?"
Tara felt like running away from the questions. She wasn't prepared for this, even though Willow had told her it would more than likely happen, knowing Giles. "Uh, well, it's a kinda, um, h-hobby." She lowered her gaze. "M-my father's hobby. I'm just getting the book for him." She mentally patted herself on the back for thinking of that. It would give her a little leeway when answering any further questions. She could always feign ignorance, after all. "He works for the c-council too." She added.
Giles nodded, seeming to be slightly more comfortable with her father wanting the information rather than a twenty-year-old girl. He disappeared into his office once again and returned with a few sheets of paper. "I have some lists of the books I keep but it would be helpful if you could be more specific about the type of ancient demon."
"Cerberus." Tara replied. "M-my father wants to know about a demon c-called Cerberus."
Giles' expression dropped and he moved behind the library's long counter. He ducked his head down as he looked for something. Tara wrung her hands; her heart beat thudding in over time in her chest. She had always been uncomfortable with lying, having been taught by her mother to treat other how you would hope to be treated. She had always lived by that rule but these circumstances were forcing her to do things that opposed her morals. Hard times called for drastic measures. The Englishman's head came back up and he lifted a heavy leather bound book onto the counted top. He flipped through a few pages, leaving Tara to shift uncomfortably on the spot.
Finally, he paused on a page and looked up at Tara. "Your father certainly doesn't like to start small does he?" When the blonde continued to blink blankly at him he spoke again. "Cerberus, the three headed hellhound that guarded the gates to Hades before he was extracted by Heracles, or Hercules. It is said that he walks many worlds, searching for the tablet that will restore him to his former existence." He turned the book on its spine, showing the picture to Tara. The drawing resembled the beast she and Willow had faced mostly, sending shudders through the blonde.
"C-Could I borrow this?" Tara asked, wanting to get back to Willow as soon as she could.
Giles seemed to contemplate this. "Well, I have another suggestion." The loud shrill ringing of a bell interrupted his words and he waited with irritation until it stopped. "I can have someone make a copy of the pages for you on that infernal box over there." He motioned to a computer sitting alone on a table.
Tara heard the clamber of students rushing to get outside of the school building and knew that she should probably be leaving as well. "I don't know…" She began but was cut off by Giles.
"It wont take long. The student who I have in mind for the task will be along shortly. She's very handy with these sort of things." He nodded, assuring her.
"I suppose…" She was once again interrupted by the sound of the library doors swinging open and she turned to see two people enter. A slender dark haired girl walked arm in arm with a dark haired boy. Tara suppressed a small gasp as she recognised the boy as Xander Harris, though this one was so obviously younger.
The younger Xander stopped as he saw Tara, his jaw dropping slightly. "Whoa Giles, who's your friend?" Tara almost laughed when his female companion slapped him on the arm.
Giving Xander a disapproving look, the Englishman walked around the counter and came to a stop in between Tara and the newcomers. "Xander, Cordelia, this is an associate of mine, Miss. Maclay." Tara tried her best to form a smile as Cordelia looked her up and down before shrugging and walking off towards the table behind Tara. Xander grinned widely at Tara before noticing the evil looks he was receiving from his girlfriend and he swiftly moved to Cordelia's side.
"I'll find the student I require for the task and get her to copy those pages for you." Giles informed Tara. "Hopefully you wont have to wait long." With that, he exited through the double doors, leaving Tara to stare intently at the floor.
The blonde witch wandered over to the bookshelves, avoiding eye contact with the two students talking in hushed tones at the table. She surveyed the collections on one particular shelf, recognising several books on turn of the century society. She wondered how Willow was doing at the public library where the redhead was using their computers to surf the Internet. Hopefully her girlfriend was faring better than she was and located some information on the spell that had brought them here. She heard the doors of the library open but didn't turn to look who had entered.
Xander's voice caused her to turn. "Hey Will."
She slowly turned, laying eyes upon the small red haired girl walking up to Xander and Cordelia. She did her best to keep her face blank as she studied the features of the familiar face. This younger Willow had long tresses that fell down over her shoulders and her pretty face showed a naivety that Tara's Willow hardly showed. The yellow sweater with a little black cat emblazoned across the front of it only proved to increase the air of innocence around young Rosenberg. Willow's eyes drifted over to meet Tara's and they stood gazing at one another for a while. The younger redhead gave the blonde a shy smile and Tara tore her eyes away.
"Um, Giles said that you, uh wanted me to copy something?" The small timid voice asked Tara. A smile spread across the blonde's face as she met Willow's gaze once again. She nodded, moving to the counter and showing the redhead the desired pages.
Young Willow lowered her gaze, taking the book and shuffling towards the computer. The shy girl reminded Tara so much of herself and she was amazed at how much Willow had changed in four years but she suspected the events of the Hellmouth may have something to do with that. She wandered up behind the redhead and watched her operate the computer, systematically placing the book on the scanner, bringing it up on the monitor, and moving onto the next pages.
The printer churned out pages of text and pictures, eventually leaving Tara with a fair sized bundle in her arms. Willow closed the book with a loud thud, signifying that they were done with the scanning and printing. Tara heaved a sigh of relief. The close proximity to a couple of her friends' younger selves was making her feel a little uneasy.
She smiled her thanks to the young redhead who barely looked up at her. "Thank you, I appreciate this." Tara muttered, turning and heading for the double doors. She felt eyes on her back and she glanced back before heading out the exit, noticing Willow looking at her with a mixture of curiosity and something Tara recognised as confusion. She had seen the same look on her Willow's face before but decided to push it to the back of her mind, she needed to get back to the motel room and go through the information.
*
Heading down the almost deserted streets, Willow clutched a printout to her chest, her eyes darting from left to right. The sun was beginning to set and she was wary of any demons slipping out to get an early meal. She had found very little information on the public library computers and that was after spending all day there. She now had a single sheet to show for her efforts and that only vaguely outlined a legend of a spell that was supposed to allow the caster to defy the laws of time. She didn't even know if it was the one that had been used on her and Tara.
A slight breeze tormented stray litter along the roadside, the clamber of empty soda cans the only sound to reach Willow's ears. It had become eerily quiet and the redhead began fearing she had chosen the wrong route back to the motel. She glanced behind her, checking that no one was there. She was alone in the street and the sun had disappeared behind the rooftops, lighting the sky with a myriad of fiery colours. She rounded a corner, knowing she didn't have far to go and she would soon be in the company of her beautiful girlfriend. She couldn't help but smile as she thought of Tara. She had had difficulty concentrating on her search all day, memories of last night flashing through her mind, and even though the pair were in a bad predicament, she was preoccupied by the pleasurable time she had spent with her new lover.
As she once again became lost in thought for the umpteenth time that day, she didn't notice the street darkening and a figure emerging from an alleyway. The figure lurked in the shadows, watching her as she approached. Her face lit up as thoughts of a night spent in her lover's arms dominated her mind. The figure stepped out, several metres in front of her and she stopped abruptly, staring at the newcomer.
"Angel!" She gasped. The vampire was dressed in a long black coat, black trousers, and a dark shirt.
He stepped forwards, a cruel smile twisting his handsome features. He paused for a moment, looking her over, an appreciative glint in his cold eyes. "You've changed you hair?" His tongue darted out and wet his lips. "I must say, it's an improvement."
Willow swallowed hard, stepping back, almost stumbling. She knew this was Angelus, Angel without a soul, and that he would kill her without a second thought. She realised she had a trump card though, Angelus wouldn't be expecting her to use magic. "Oh, um, you like it?" She tried to stall, focusing her mind so she could channel her energies.
Angelus' cruel smile returned. "Mmm, yes, I might not just kill you. A new toy would be welcome." He let out a twisted chuckle that made Willow's stomach churn. He was closing the distance between them now and Willow had to do something soon or she would be just another snack for the experienced vampire.
"You know, I don't taste that good. All b-bone and muscle, no m-meat." She felt herself back into a lamppost and she had to keep from crying out. She didn't want to show how scared she was.
Angelus laughed again at her attempts to dissuade him. "I'll kill you all the same, little girl. I think it will be a nice present for my dear Buffy."
Willow felt anger boil up inside her as she remembered what Angelus had put them all through, especially Buffy. If she remembered correctly, the vampire had already left a 'gift' for Willow in her room. She had discovered her fish lined up on a thread in an envelope on her bed. It had upset her a lot at the time but all she felt now was anger. She knew she could actually do something about it now and wasn't the helpless girl she was in high school. "What makes you think I'll die so easily?" She forced through clenched teeth.
The dark haired vampire in front of her ceased his advance, an amused expression on his face. "Come now Willow, I know you're not the brave type. Don't resist me and I'll make your death almost painless."
A fresh wave of fear washed over the redhead and she fought to keep her composure. "You don't know anything about me." She uttered, closing her eyes as she felt her power surge through her.
Angelus didn't reply but walked forward, his heavy footfalls echoing in Willow's ears. When she opened her eyes once more they were jet black and she parted her lips, ready to chant. This caused the vampire to stop mid stride, slightly taken aback by the change in the young woman. Willow raised a hand and a cracking sound could be heard before a small branch hovered into view of the pair.
"What..?" He looked at Willow, confusion replacing the confident expression he usually wore. This was one thing he hadn't expected from the helpless redhead.
"It doesn't look like I'm gonna be an easy meal for you, Angel." Her voice seemed slightly displaced and distorted by the dark magic she channelled. The branch shot forward but Angelus ducked out of the way. Willow hadn't planned to stake him as that would alter history drastically but she wondered if it would improve things. She knew Jenny wouldn't die if she ended this right here but she didn't think she had the courage to do something as drastically significant as that.
When Angelus looked back up at the redhead, he saw her body crackle with blue light and he knew he was going to be the target of the release of that power. "What the hell happened to you?" He shouted, backing up towards the alley from which he had come.
Flicking her wrist at the vampire, Willow released a bolt of electricity, which missed Angelus by inches and demolished a stone wall. The redhead would keep up this show until she knew Angelus was well away from her. As planned, the ancient vampire retreated into the alleyway and disappeared from sight. Willow stood motionless for minutes before her eyes returned to normal and she sunk to her knees. She bent over on the pavement, hands planted firmly on the rough surface. Drops of crimson liquid splashed down from her nose and she sighed with frustration and worry. The level of magics she had used shouldn't have been enough to drain her and she had used the same spells numerous times before. She shook her now aching head to clear the cloud from it. She assured herself it was just the side effects of being thrown into this time and she would be back to normal soon.
Slowly, she pulled herself to her feet and began to walk back to the motel, peering cautiously down the alleyway where Angelus had escaped down. She didn't particularly want another run in with him, or any other demon for that matter. Soon, she found herself in front of the motel and, as she made her way inside, she thought about what she would tell Tara. She didn't want the blonde to worry unnecessarily but she couldn't lie to her. Willow wanted the two of them to have an honest relationship and that would mean telling her girlfriend everything, including the nosebleeds. She wasn't looking forward to that part.
*
Tara listened to Willow explain every detail of her day. She had been especially worried to hear of the redhead's use of black magic again during her run in with Angelus. She was mainly glad Willow was safe but Tara knew she was going to have to discuss the use of magic with her. Willow was falling back on the dark arts before she considered her other options and that chilled the blonde. It showed Willow didn't respect the laws of witchcraft.
Willow continued with her explanation of how her day at the public library had been almost totally fruitless as Tara dabbed at the redhead's nose with a wet cloth, making sure every drop of blood was gone. It had almost set Tara off in a blind panic to see Willow bleeding when the blonde opened their motel room door but the redhead had quickly assured her she was fine. Now the pair sat on the bed whilst Tara took care of the redhead.
"Willow…" Tara began when there was a lull in the other woman's complaining. She lost her nerve though and fell silent.
Willow looked up at her expectantly, resting her hand on the blonde's wrist and pulling the cloth away from her face. "What?"
Tara took a deep breath; unsure whether the redhead would be receptive of her words or even if she had the right to be speaking them to her. "I, uh, n-need to talk to you about something."
The redhead's nose crinkled up in wonder as she waited for the blonde to continue but she never did. "You can tell me anything, baby. You know that right?"
Swallowing her reservations, Tara bundled forward. "It's about your magic."
"What about it?" Willow tilted her head to the side, completely confused to what Tara was talking about.
"How you use it." Tara watched as Willow's face dropped but she continued regardless. "It's j-just that you use black m-magic without thinking twice and it worries m-me."
Willow blinked a few times without speaking and then stood, backing away from the blonde. "You're worried about my magic?" She couldn't believe what she was hearing.
Tara nodded, guilt flooding her for confronting the redhead about this. "M-My mother told me about what has happened to those using the d-dark arts. Will, I don't want you to end up like them."
The redhead's eyes hardened as she stared down at her lover. "You don't think I can handle it?"
The blonde witch didn't know what to say. She was stuck between a rock and a hard place, no matter what she said now, she wasn't going to convince Willow. "It doesn't matter how strong you are. The m-magic consumes you, it's d-dangerous." She cursed herself for stuttering; she wished that just this once she could get through an important sentence without her sounding like a nervous wreck.
"But…" Willow's face dropped further and a slight tinge of anger entered her voice. "But I've handled it up until now. I've only had these headaches and nose bleeds because of it. I think they're the least I can suffer in exchange for the lives I've saved."
"Up until now, Will. W-What about the future, when the powers that be come knocking on your d-door asking for payment?" Tara countered.
Willow paused and dropped her gaze, emotions flickering across her face before she raised her head and fixed blue eyes with steely green. "I'll deal with that when it happens. Why are you being like this?"
Tara stood and took a step towards Willow, tears beginning to sting her eyes. "B-Because I don't want to lose you." Her voice was quiet and she lowered her gaze.
The redhead's features softened and she mentally slapped herself for causing her girlfriend pain. She moved towards her, resting both hands on the other woman's arms, which were now wrapped around the blonde's waist in a instinctive defensive posture. "Oh goddess… baby, I…" She pushed back the twinges of anger that she felt and concentrated on the single tear that rolled down Tara's cheek. "You wont lose me, I promise. It's just that…" She paused, not wanting to make excuses. "I'll cut back, I'll only use it when absolutely necessary. But you have to understand, I have to protect the people I love, I have to protect you. This is the only way I know how." She tilted Tara's head up and stroked the tear away with a brush from her thumb.
Tara smiled slightly but she knew that it wasn't what she really wanted. She hated to think of Willow destroying herself with the dark magic but she couldn't ask the redhead to stop. She knew Willow wouldn't. If only she could see her own aura, she thought sadly. She could understand the redhead's reasons though; Tara would do anything to make sure Willow was safe, including sacrificing her own life. She pulled her lover into an embrace that held all her feelings for the redhead and the promises for the future. She just hoped they had a future together.
Willow pulled back, looking Tara in the eye. "I love you." Her voice was tender and caring, and it made the blonde's heart swell, knowing that she was loved so much.
"I love you too, my Willow." She watched as the redhead grinned and then leaned forward to capture her lips in a gentle kiss, portraying all the things they couldn't say with words.
The couple stood holding each other for a while before Tara reluctantly suggested they go over the information they had collected. They settled down on the bed and sifted through the pages, not really learning anything new.
Tara looked up and watched Willow staring intently down at the page she was holding. She loved how the redhead's brow creased in concentration and how she chewed on her bottom lip. The hacker glanced up, noticing the blonde's stare.
"What?" She asked, slightly self-conscious.
Tara smirked. "I met younger you and Xander today."
Willow's eyes widened in surprise and her mouth hung open slightly. She couldn't believe Tara hadn't told her sooner. "Uh, so..?"
"You were very cute four years ago. And very shy." Tara deliberately kept her description vague.
The redhead blushed, squirming at the thought of having Tara see her bumbling, awkward younger self. She hadn't exactly been the picture of gracefulness four years ago and she wondered if Tara thought any less of her now. "So… You know about the old me now." She laughed nervously.
Tara sensed how uncomfortable Willow was with this so she scooted closer to her on the bed and wrapped an arm around her shoulders, whispering in her ear. "And I still love everything about you." She placed a kiss on the sensitive skin behind the redhead's ear.
Willow shivered at the contact and looked at Tara. "Really?"
Tara nodded and went back to kissing the skin around her lover's ear. She pulled back a little, realising something. "Though, wouldn't me meeting your former self mean you would remember me?"
The hacker nodded, agreeing with her girlfriend. She thought back but couldn't remember one instance when she had to scan a book for an incredibly attractive blonde. "I don't remember that."
Tara let out a breath of relief. "So, that means our being here doesn't effect the future or something we do in the future means we don't effect the past." She stopped, thinking about her words. "Uh, this is confusing."
Willow chuckled and pressed her lips to Tara's cheek. "Don't worry, we'll get it. The way I see it, there's several possibilities. One, us being brought to the past means squat to the future… two, it doesn't effect our memories because we're out of the loop so to speak… or three, this is really a bad dream..." She let her thoughts drift back to the previous night. "Or good depending on how you look at it."
Tara gave her a shy smile. "I'll go for the first option because if this was a dream…" She leaned forward, moving closer to the redhead's ear. "It wouldn't leave the bedroom."
A small shudder crept down Willow's body and she turned her body so she was facing Tara. "Tell me about this dream." She smirked mischievously.
"How about I show you?" With that, Tara's lips met with Willow's, their kiss more passionate this time. Willow pushed her body against the blonde's and they tumbled down together on the bed.
END OF PART 3
Tara: I got so lost
Willow: I found you... I will always find you
by Ange » Wed Jul 31, 2002 1:43 pm 
That was a really nice udpate! 
I don't expect them to be going back any time soon though as there's many avenues I wish to explore.
Yeah, it's pretty obvious what I'm planning though. Thank you, my confidence is slowly rising with writing love scenes, though I'm not sure I can do it again anytime soon.
More! 