Author - Kindagay
Rating - PG-13 for a little bit of language near the end.
Disclaimer - Non of the people in this fic belong to me.
Feedback - it's good for the soul. Good, bad or indifferent, I'd love it
Summary- The title says it all really, it's the lead up to the girls first kiss. Set, season 4 (obviously)
Notes- I've posted this elsewhere, so some of you may have read it already. Also, it's completely finished, so it'll be updated frequently.
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PART 1 - The Arranging
Willow Rosenberg sat at her laptop in an alcove at UC Sunnydale’s library. Now, to the casual observer, it appeared that she was hard at work, in actuality, however, she was thinking about a certain blond witch.
Tara Maclay. Sweet, gentle, beautiful Tara Maclay. She had invaded Willow’s every thought and even her dreams revolved around the timid wiccan.
‘Get a grip Rosenburg, she probably doesn’t even like you in that way. You’re just friends, nothing else. You’ll never be anything else. Now concentrate, sociology, sociology, that’s better.’
The redhead typed a whole four words (two more than she’d managed the last time she’d concentrated on her essay) before she stopped once more to consider her last comment to herself.
‘What if she does like me as more than a friend? She told me that she’s into girls. Not *in* to in that way.’ Willow scolded her evil self for thinking such a thing. ‘She’s never been with anyone, properly. But she does crush on girls. She would have said something if she liked me, wouldn’t she? But she is shy, and she thinks I like guys, or, at least, she knows I’ve been with a guy. She might. No. No, she can’t. I’d have sensed something. There’d have been clues. Flirting. Compliments. Compliments? She told me I’m special, practically the first time we spoke. Oh, and just the other day, during the whole Faith thing, she said she was mine. And that spell was, well, intense doesn’t cover it, it was, well, magic, for want of a better word. Maybe? Just maybe?’
Mid-way through this little argument with herself, the subject of her fixation had entered the library and was watching in wonder as Willow chattered away to her own sweet self. Fortunately for Willow, Tara had not got too close in fear of startling her friend, so she hadn’t heard any of the conversation. The blond waited until Willow had returned to her typing before she approached, seating herself opposite the hacker.
“Hi W-willow.” The redhead was startled and wondered how long the blond had been near.
“Tara, hi. I was just…”
“Having a philo-s-sophical, debate with the v-voices in your head?” Tara managed with a small giggle.
“Huh?”
“You were, talking to your sssself.” Tara explained her comment, suddenly regretting saying anything.
“Oh. Oh, you heard?” Willow looked partly horrified, partly hopeful.
“No. I, I thought I’d best l-leave you to your own company for a bit. B-best not to um, interrupt.” A little grin accompanied this statement.
“Right.” Willow heaved a sigh of relief, or was it disappointment?
“W-what were you talking about? Maybe I could, s-s-settle your debate for you?”
“Almost definitely.” Willow muttered under her breath. Tara frowned, trying to decipher the young wiccans mutter. As soon as Willow realised this, she set about trying to cover up. “Erm, oh, no. I mean, erm, sociology. I was writing, I mean, trying to figure out my sociology essay.”
“Okay.” Tara frowned once more. She doubted that Willow had even convinced herself with that explanation.
After a brief silence Tara remembered the purpose of this meeting, suddenly she was nervous.
“W-w-willow?”
“Yeah Tara?” The redhead picked up on the hint of nerves in Tara’s sweet, voice.
“I, erm, we… We, erm.” Tara stopped, took a deep breath and tried again. She noticed that Willow was smiling a reassuring smile at her and felt a little more confident. “C-could we, m-meet up somewhere, later? I, n-need to tell you something.” She congratulated herself for managing to get that all out.
“Must be important. Can’t we talk here?”
“It’s erm, it’s… I’d r-rather not. It’s, p-pri, pr… It’s personal.”
“Oh, okay. I can come to your dorm after class, about five?”
“That s-sounds good. I’ll, l-let you get on with your w-work.”
“You don’t have to, I’m almost done anyway.” Willow lied.
“No. I mean, I w-would, but I, I have a class.”
“Oh. Well, I’ll see you later then.”
“Okay. Erm, b-bye.”
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I'm so glad we only have to wait until tomorrow... um... 
... Is it tomorrow yet? 
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?!? you just had to stop there didn't you? 
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