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[ambersagoddess]

The Mending Of Those Broken





Disclaimer: Big Boss Joss owns all, lucky butch lesbian.



Warnings: None, mild angst maybe, probably not though.



Spoilers: Season 5 and 6, the W/T relationship bumpies.



Song: Pretty Baby- Vanessa Carlton (Raw talent!)



Feedback: We’re asking now? Just do it, please???



Synopsis: Dawn leaves Tara in a house unattended with a broken Willow.







        She walked down Rovelo Drive, she promised Dawn she would pick her up at three, she glanced at her Rolex, it was already 3:48, they were late for the show.



        Willow sat on her bed, Tara’s tear-stained picture in her shaking hands. The photograph had become her most prized possession, she hadn’t let it out of her sight since the night her lover left her.



        The blonde Wiccan trekked up the driveway and rang the doorbell, ignoring the fact that she still had a key to the house.



        Willow looked up from the picture towards her door.



        Another ring, a few knocks. Tara was impatient, they had to leave, the movie had already started, and if they hurried she and Dawn might be able to catch the next showing.



        Willow stood up, out of her bed, for the first time in three days. She was home alone; no one would be able to answer the door for her. Willowlegs wobbled and Willowstomach roared, Willowbody ached, and didn’t want to move. Willow forced her protesting body out of the room, down the stairs, and to the door; fumbling with the lock and pulling it open. Willowjaw hit the floor at the sight of the stunning woman before her. “T-Tara?”



        “Uh, Willow, is uh, is Dawn here?” Tara avoided eye contact; this was not the welcome she had expected.



        “You just missed her. She went to the movies; mumbling something about being late.”



        “Oh, right, I should just meet her there.” Tara knew Dawn was sitting in the theater watching the movie and wouldn’t want to watch it again, but she needed the excuse.



        “Uh, did you, uh, wanna come in? Dawn made soup before she left.” Willow tried a perky voice but it cracked from lack of use.



        Tara frowned, yes, she wanted to but her brain screeched to a halt, cursing her for even thinking about it. “Yeah, sure, just for a second though.” Brain vs. Heart. NOTHING DEFEATS THE HEART! (As Xander would say…or, maybe not…)



        Willow backed away from the door to make way for her girl. Tara entered and followed Willow to the kitchen, shutting the door softly behind her.



        Willow pulled out bowls and spoons, ladling Chicken Noodle from a pot on the stove. She handed Tara a bowl and sat next to her at the bar.



        They sat in silence. Awkward silence. Neither bothered with the soup, just played with it, running their spoons through the cooling liquid.



        “So, uh, how ya been?” Willow once again tried for perky, and once again came out crackly and pained.



        “G-good, you?” Tara still refused to pay any attention to her ex, ignoring the desperate voice and equally needy orbs; she would only go as far as could be considered polite.



        “Good.” Willow paused, “Lie. I feel crappy.”



        “I’m sorry.” Tara strained to keep her voice as unsorry-sounding as she could. She knew it was no use, her lover could see right through it; still, she kept it up.



                You light me up and then I fall for you

                You lay me down and then I call for you

                Stumbling on reasons that are far and few

                I’d let it all come down and then some for you



        More awkward silence; Tara stood to leave, thanking Willow for the soup and heading towards the door.



        “Tara, wait,” Willow jumped up, her knees gave out from lack of nourishment and use.



        The blonde watched her lover fall, that was it, she couldn’t just sit and watch, it would go beyond being rude. It would be down right inhumane. She rushed to Willow’s side, kneeling beside her. “Will, can you hear me?” She looked around for a minute, her eyes torn, before making up her mind and sitting down; resting the prone girl’s head in her lap.



        Willow groaned and her eyes fluttered, “Ow, I think I hit my head.” A grin broke out on her face, glad to see her lover hovering above her. “I’m fine, Tare, you know me, clumsy.”



        Tara smiled, tears welling in her eyes.



                Pretty baby don't you leave me

                I have been saving smiles for you

                Pretty baby why can't you see

                You're the one that I belong to

                I'll be the embrace that keeps you warm

                For you're the sun that breaks the storm

                I'll be all right and I'll sleep sound

                As long as you keep coming round, oh pretty baby



        Willow sat up, rubbing the back of her head where it hit the kitchen Plexi-tile. “Gah, remind me not to do that again.”



        “Will do.”



        “Tara?”



        “Yeah?”



        Willow turned to face Tara; she took a breath, choosing her words carefully “I’m sorry.”



        “I know.” Tara scooted closer, debating what to do, instead of deciding she just sat there.



        “Saying ‘I’m sorry’ doesn’t make what I did go away. I know how to fix this, but I don’t want to do it. I’m really trying to quit, Tara. I haven’t done Majicks for a while, and I know that doesn’t make it better. It’ll be better when I’m all back, fully recovered. I still have withdrawals and stuff, but thinking about you makes me want to stop. I want to make it better, I don’t want to be Willow ‘the Majick junkie.’ I want to be Willow ‘Tara’s life-partner and lover.’ Like I said, I know ‘I’m sorry’ doesn’t help, but I really am, sorry, I mean.”



        Tara smiled. “I know.”



        Willow paid no attention and just kept babbling, “It hurts so much Tara, thinking about you. Seeing you come to spend time with Dawn and Buffy. Your smell drifts up the stairs and seeps through the cracks in my door, even when I tape up the bottom, it still finds its way in.”



        “I have a smell?”



        Willow nodded and closed her eyes, inhaling deeply. “Lavender and sage, and apple too.”



        “Apple?”



        “Shampoo.”



        “Oh, right, forgot.”



        Willow nodded again, looking at the floor; at least Tara was talking to her- that was a good start.



        Silence, though not so awkward, more relaxed.



        Tara scooted all the way to Willow’s side, wrapping her arms tentatively around the redhead.



        Willow bawled into Tara’s arms, Tara couldn’t help but join in, so they sat and cried.



                And I know things can't last forever

                But there are lessons that you'll never learn

                Oh just the scent of you it makes me hurt

                So how's it you that makes me better



        After half-an-hour or so of crying, Willow looked up. “Tare? Your movie.”



        “Screw the movie.” Tara looked down at Willow, her azure gaze locking with Willow’s emerald one.

        They cuddled closer, this was hard, with their clothing causing them to slip and slide on the Plexi-tile.



        “Tare?”



        “Yes, Willow?”



        “I love you, always and forever, even if you don’t love me.”



        “Willow!” Tara jerked back and looked sternly at the redhead. “How dare you say that? You know I love you, and I always will!”



        Willow looked down ashamed at herself, muttering something unintelligible about Tara’s departure, but her ex got the gist.



        “Will, I left because I love you, not because I don’t. I knew the only thing that could snap you out of your addiction was if I left. From the sounds of it, I was right.”



        Willow nodded and gave Tara a questioning look, a ‘can we still cuddle?’ look. They scooted back together and wrapped their arms around each other, savoring the minor contact.





                Pretty baby don't you leave me

                I have been saving smiles for you

                Pretty baby why can't you see

                You're the one that I belong to

                I'll be the embrace that keeps you warm

                For you're the sun that breaks the storm

                I'll be all right and I'll sleep sound

                As long as you keep coming



        “Tara? Will we ever be the same?”



        “The same?”



        “You know, lovers?”



        “Yes.”



        “When?”



        “Give it time Will.”



        “Alright.”



        They sat in silence on the kitchen floor for a while longer, leaning on each other for support, and scooting back a bit to rest on the nearby cabinets.





                Why can't you hold me and never let go

                When you touch me it is me that you own

                Pretty baby oh the place that you hold in my heart

                Would you break it apart again? Oh pretty baby



        “How much time?”



        “Patience, Will.”



        Willow opened her mouth to protest, but closed it, knowing it was safer to just shut up. She sniffled to clear her sinuses and smiled at the faint scent. “You smell like apples.”



        Tara did the same. “You smell like bed, when was the last time you got up?”



        “I don’t remember…” Willow bowed her head “but now I’m up.”



        “Good. When was the last time you ate?”



        “A day or two before I went to bed.” Willowcheeks turned crimson in shame. She looked awfully pathetic to herself.



        Tara nodded “I thought so.” She reached up, grasping the countertop and pulled herself halfway off the floor. She came back down with one of the bowls containing cold soup. She spooned some up and handed it to Willow.



        The hacker shook her head and opened her mouth.



        “Willow!” Tara chided her friend with a playful smack to the arm, “I’m not going to feed you. I didn’t even do that when we were together.”



        “Well then, all the better time to start.” Willow opened her mouth wider.



        Tara sighed and shook her head, muttering something about the maturity level of her girlfriend. She ladled more soup and put the spoon in Willow’s waiting mouth, it didn’t close.



        Willow stared slack-jawed at the woman feeding her. “Did you just call me your girlfriend?” She spoke around the spoon, when she noticed it was there she quickly drank the soup offered.



        Tara put the spoon back in the bowl; it was now her turn to be ashamed. “I miss you Will.”



        “No need to, I’m right here, waiting for this ‘relationship pause’ time to be up. Open arms Baby!” Willow held her arms out for emphasis.



        “I wish it were that simple.”



        “Why can’t it be? Why can’t it be simple and easy? Why can’t it?”



        “It just can’t.” Tara put the bowl on the floor between them and stood, rapping her nails on the countertop.



                Pretty baby don't you leave me

                I have been saving smiles for you

                Pretty baby why can't you see

                You're the one that I belong to

                I'll be the embrace that keeps you warm

                For you're the sun that breaks the storm

                I'll be all right and I'll sleep sound

                As long as you keep coming round



        “Tare,” Willow struggled to get up, her knees still creaky, “don’t be angry, not after we made things all better.”



        “We didn’t make things all better Will. They’re still the same as before, we aren’t together.”



        “Are we at least friends?”



        Tara sighed at Willow’s immature baby voice, but caved, “Yes, we’re friends, but that’s all I can handle, you have to be completely recovered before we talk about anything more than that.” That voice always made her cave.



        Willow nodded, “I’m glad we’re friends.”



        Tara looked to her, a slow smile spread on her face, it was hard to be mad at Willow for long, “I’m glad we’re friends too.”



        They hugged.



        “Please, don’t leave me again, Tare.” Willow cried into her friend’s shoulder.

       

                Pretty baby why can't you see

                Pretty baby don't you leave me

                Pretty baby why can't you see

Pretty baby don't you leave me

                Oh pretty baby, my pretty baby, my pretty baby

                Don't you leave me.



        “Never, Sweetheart, never.” Tara stroked Willow’s auburn hair and whispered softly in her ear. “Never, ever, again.”

Edited by: ambersagoddess at: 10/27/03 5:35 pm

[Vizier Mountian]

Very nice.Your story is proof that not all good stories have to have smut in them. Your story is almost as sweet as herself.



(Although I do like smut.)

[Doppelganger5x5]

hey i really like this story! Its cute...kinda sad...but cute!I really hope you update it soon!

I will never know myself until I do this on my own,

And I will never feel anything else, until my wounds are healed,

I will never be anything till I break away from me.I will break away,I'll find myself today.-LP

[ambersagoddess]

Mkay guys, I'm going to start putting all my fics on this thread to save space for everybody else! So, check back here for updates on any of my stories.



-Goddess Bless Amber Benson



Rei

[ambersagoddess]

Disclaimer: Like I’m good enough to come up with this stuff, please!!! ::scoffs:: Boss Joss is the genius, Saliva too!!! Amber Benson RULES!!!!!



Warnings: Very mild smoochies, and in the beginning they’re naked but it doesn’t say anything bad. You can only guess what they were doing before the fic starts. I refuse to write NC 17 fics that have Tara in them. I love Amber and Tara too much to disrespect them like that, it’s like porn, but the person it’s about doesn’t have a choice in the mater. That’s why you never find graphic content in my stories. Besides, I’m too young to be thinking about that stuff anyway! Perverts….



Spoilers: Yeah, It’s set after Riley leaves. But now that I’ve told you he leaves, there aren’t any more spoilers. Unless you haven’t seen NMR, then ‘Willow picks Tara’ will come in handy.



Song: All Because Of You by Saliva off the Back Into Your System album (which is awesome by the way! Go, stop reading and buy it!!)



My Excuse: It’s crappy, my first fic since getting back to my normal life. That’s my excuse.



Synopsis: Will and Tara go to the Bronze for Scoobie fun. Willow attempts a smoochie and things don’t quite go as planned. Don’t worry, like all my stories, it all ends in ‘coffee, kisses, and gay love.’



Feedback: It’s addicting, it really is. I could use a flame or two though, my head is getting to big from all this praise. I’m not one for modesty if you haven’t noticed. I do like praise though, it’s nice to know someone out there likes this shit. It’s not like I can show anyone that knows me!









Something's wrong with me,

Cause I can't even feel you now

Or know that this is real.



Willow lay next to her lover on their bed. She leaned over and kissed Tara’s temple. “Baby, get up. Nap nap time is over.”

Tara shifted and her eyes fluttered open. “Mmmmm, already?”

“Yeah, come on, we’ll be late for the Scoobies.” Willow pulled the crimson, polyester sheets from her body.

Tara watched while Will covered her naked form. “Wow, clothes?” Tara slipped from under the sheets and Willow threw some clothing at her.

“We can’t go to the Bronze stark nude Hon.”

“Well, why not?” It was a rhetorical question, and Willow didn’t answer, she just crawled onto the bed and helped Tara put her clothes on, getting some smoochie in here and there.



At the Bronze, the girls met up with the rest of the Scoobies. They filled the last remaining two remaining seats at their usual table. Anya barely acknowledged them as the popular band on stage continued their song, which Anya was obviously a fan of. She grab Xander’s arm and dragged him out to the dance floor.

Buffy looked at the dancers longingly; “They’re all so…” the slayer paused, thinking of a word to express her loneliness. “…Together, you know?”

Buffy looked to Will and Tara who were holding hands. The two quickly parted after hearing the sadness in the slayers voice. Tara nodded, being the natural comforter she was.

Willow quickly jumped to reassure her best friend, “Oh, Buff, you’ll find someone, I promise! Just remember, seize the moment, because tomorrow you might be dead. Not that you will be, because we’ll beat Glory, I know we will… We just need time is all…”

Buffy looked back out into the crowd, she spotted the familiar hottie that was Ben. She hopped out of her chair and cut off Willow in the middle of her apologetic rant. “Thanks for the chat guys, but I think I’m going to seize the moment.” She walked briskly in the direction of the nurse.

“I was babbling wasn’t I?” Willow asked, ashamed of herself.

Tara nodded “But I think your babbling is exhaustibly adorable.”

Willow smiled and leaned in for a kiss, but Tara pulled back. She had to regain her balance; she had leaned so far back so quickly that she had almost toppled her chair.

Willow looked hurt, “What’s wrong Baby?” She rested a hand on Tara’s knee.

“People Will, there are lots of not-so-blind people here, and I don’t think we should be doing things that would draw attention to ourselves, seeing as there are lots of demons out there and they could see us and come after us, you are a Scooby after all and you guys aren’t really popular around this area, after all, you do kill their kind-”

Willow listened to Tara’s rant for a while before cutting her off, pressing a finger to her girl’s lips silenced her quickly. “Hon, I don’t mind. Unless, well, unless you do?” Willow barely managed to squeak out her words. She didn’t want Tara to feel pressured or uncomfortable, they wouldn’t kiss in public if Tara didn’t want it.

“No, it’s not that, not at all. It’s just that, I don’t want people getting huffy. You know?”

“Yeah, I understand.” Willow paused, thinking of her words carefully. She wanted to get this right, what she said could change her life forever. “Tara, I don’t care anymore. I have you, which is something that nobody else will ever have,” She paused before adding, “I hope. I look at you and I know that we can drown out all the scornful closed-minded people. We love each other, and I don’t care if anyone knows; I look at you, and I don’t care about them and their opinions. I don’t usually use that many words to describe something that small, but did you get any of it?”



Am I blind to see that there's something there behind your eyes

And it's bringing me to my knees.

All I want is you and I don't care

All I want is you and I don't care

Cause all I do is waiting and wondering and hoping, that we'll survive it.

I know that all this is true.

All because of you.



Tara paused for a moment; her darkest secret was stirring inside her. It was times like now, she wondered, would Willow still love her if, no, when, she found out. Could Willow love a demon? Could she have the courage and determination that Xander did? All Tara’s questions burned behind her eyes, her mind racing a-mile-a-minute.

Willow noticed, “Tare? Honey, are you okay? Was it something I said?”

The girls looked at each other with questioning faces.



Something's wrong with you,

The walls you build around you now,

Seem to fit you like a glove.

Something's wrong with you,

Cause stars cannot be found in clouds that cover up their love.

Cause all I do is waiting and wondering and hoping, that we'll survive it.

I know that all this is true.

All because of you



“I love you Will, do you love me?”

“Of course I love you baby, don’t even ask me that.”

“I’m serious Willow, see, this is my resolve face.”

“Resolve face has registered, I’m serious too. I’ve never felt this way about anyone ever before, and I never will again. You’re my always.”

Tara smiled, “Not even Oz?”

“Pissh,” Willow waved a hand to make her point “you saw how I blew him off.” They giggled for a minute. “I love him too, but with you it’s totally different. It’s powerful; it’s not what I was looking for, but now that I’ve found it… I can’t live without it, without you…”

“I love you Willow”

“I love you too Tara”

“Can you just be kissing me now?” Willow nodded, and they kissed.

They broke for a moment, and Willow smirked “Those who saw us saw us well,”

Tara completed the saying for her “Those who didn’t can go to hell.”

Their mouths found each other again, and they didn’t care.



All because of you

All because of you

All because of you…

[ambersagoddess]

I like this next one. ^.^

Sexy Smoochies Reirei style...



sorry...

Rei

Edited by: ambersagoddess at: 9/28/03 11:33 am

[ambersagoddess]

Disclaimer: Okay, do we really have to go through this? I don’t own BtVS if I did, I wouldn’t have angered tons of fans by killing Tara (big mistake Boss Joss Man.) Blessed be- Amber Benson, Joss, the Grr Argh monster, and whoever the hell else.



Warnings: Smoochies, much ‘Coffee, kisses, and gay love’ (damn I wish I could have coined that phrase)



Spoilers: The whole reason this happened is described in Once More With Feeling. The fic doesn’t spoil OMWF, it doesn’t tell why they’re singing. It just mentions that they are. That was confusing, so skip it and just read the damn fic.



Song- Where to Begin by Bowling for Soup



Feedback- Oh baby oh baby. Yes please



Synopsis- uhhhhh, its just fluffy/sexy smoochies. Tara’s POV as she remembers the night ‘it all began.’



Sail away, sail away with me

I don’t have a ship

But we could get one easily

Drift away, drift away with me

On the raft we’ll make of memories

In an ocean we can call forever more



We had lay together under the stars as we sang the pop-punk song to each other. We didn’t mind that something was wrong, that something was causing everyone in Sunnydale to break into song, we just made the best of it. So we lie and sung through the night, and this is the story:



I ran a hand through her ‘extra flamey’ red hair and kissed her forehead while she traced a finger down to my chin. Her lips replaced her finger, pecking up and down my jaw and cheeks. She began to sing, softly at first, but quickly gaining confidence in her beautiful voice.



I want to find

Piece of your mind

I want to see

Your make believe

I don’t want to try so hard

I make it hard for you to breathe



Her breath tickled my neck as she sung into it, pausing every now-and-then to place a feather-light kiss on my pale skin. It was dark, very few people were out that night; everyone was afraid of starting to sing uncontrollably. There were a few guys playing cards on a bench and a couple people walking pets. Willow whispered inaudibly against my shoulder and let her lips run up my neck, I don’t think she cared if anyone saw us lying in the grass. I know I didn’t.



Jump into the ocean

Living on a notion

If you’re caught up in the motion

Back track and do it again

And if you make it up

I could never get enough

Me and you together

But you’ve gotta tell me where to begin



Her glossy lips sang into my ear, nibbling on the lobe between lines. Her hand found the hem of my tee shirt and pulled it up a bit. Willow’s traveling hand rested on my stomach, trailing circles around my belly button. The hand was cold and the contact sent shivers up my spine, leaving my body with an uncountable number of Goosebumps. Cold Willowfingers continued to explore my stomach and ribs, tracing intricate patterns. She moved down and I soon felt Willowlips running along the edge of my jeans, leaving watermelon flavored lip-gloss kiss marks everywhere she could touch. I pulled her glossed lips up to my face so I could taste them. Watermelon, it was such the perfect flavor for her. It was sweet and innocent, but still fun and perky. We had been so wrapped up in us that we hadn’t noticed the time. It was almost daybreak. Our passion flamed, biting each others lips and tongues, encasing out mouths and battling for control. The only reason I ever broke that kiss was because it was my turn to express my love in song.



Break away, break away from me

No forget that, just sit here and look at me

Summer’s day

Summer everyday

And we watch the sunset come back up

And somehow know it never goes back down

I’ve been saving up to buy more time with you

You’ve been living it up with someone else

Ant that’s okay with me

Because I know it and you know it too



Just as I sang the words, the sun came up. Willowhand ran down Taraleg. Taratongue caressed Willowlips. And we simultaneously stopped to watch the sunrise. Willow leaned over to my ear and began to sing, about halfway through I joined in.



Jump into the ocean

Living on a notion

If you’re caught up in the motion

Back track and do it again

And if you make it up

I could never get enough

Me and you together

But you’ve gotta tell me where to begin…



We crawled up in each other’s arms, scoffed at whoever saw, and hummed the tune of our love forever more. And that’s where it began.

[ambersagoddess]

Disclaimer: I don’t own anything, no characters, no song, no nothing, except a goldfish named Fred. Sue if you want, you can have my 15 cents without too much of a fight.



Pairing: W/T



Song: Liz Phair-Why Can’t I



Spoilers: Season 4, nothing big or important.



Feedback: Purty please???



Warnings: nothing big, just Willow and Tara smoochies. Not your cuppa’ java? Then go away. Fem slash, duh, if you didn’t know Willow was gay then what are you doing here anyway? Whoa, that rhymed.







Get a load of me, get a load of you

Walkin' down the street, and I hardly know you

It's just like we were meant to be



Willow and Tara walk through the campus of UC Sunnydale hand in hand. They don’t speak, just walk. It’s dark, and there are few other people out this late, mostly couples coming back from dates.



Holding hands with you, and we're out at night

Got a girlfriend, you say it isn’t right

And I've got someone waiting too



They stop at the exit to Tara’s dorm, they smile, Willow is about to leave. Tara doesn’t let go of her hand, when Willow looks at her questioningly Tara gestures back to her dorm building with her free hand.



But this is just the beginning

We're already wet, and we're gonna go swimming



The two walk down the path and up the stairs to the building’s entrance. They open the door and playfully run up the stairs to Tara’s dorm, giggling and laughing, having a poke and tickle fight. Tara digs in the back pocket of her jeans and pulls out her key and opens the door.



Why can't I breathe whenever I think about you

Why can't I speak whenever I talk about you

It's inevitable, it's a fact that we're gonna get down to it

So tell me

Why can't I breathe whenever I think about you



They sit on Tara’s bed, and talk. About past loves, Oz, and other such things. They continue to hold hands, even though neither notices the contact. It just feels so natural.



Isn't this the best part of breakin' up

Finding someone else you can't get enough of

Someone who wants to be with you too



They look at each other warmly, basking in the mutual love of it all. Willow manages to catch Tara’s eye, there’s a beat before Tara looks down at her hands, and only one is in her lap, where she assumed they both would be. Willow looked at her own lap, realizing she had Tara’s hand firmly clasped within her own; involuntarily resting the three hands in her lap. They both look slightly flustered and blush. Willow releases Tara’s hand and the blonde pulls it back to rest next to the other, on her own lap.



It's an itch we know we are gonna scratch

Gonna take a while for this egg to hatch

But wouldn't it be beautiful



Willow quickly leans towards Tara, pecking her bottom lip lightly before quickly pulling back. It’s a bit of a test, to see what would happen. Willow looked up to Tara’s face to search for a reaction. What she found, however, surprised her. Tara had leaned forward, and is gazing into Willow’s eyes.



Here we go, we're at the beginning

We haven't fucked yet, but my heads spinning



Willow looks up and makes eye contact; they stay like that for a minute. Willow begins to attempt sentences, her lips move but no sound comes out.



Why can't I breathe whenever I think about you?

Why can't I speak whenever I talk about you

It's inevitable, it's a fact that we're gonna get down to it

So tell me

Why can't I breathe whenever I think about you



Tara abruptly stops Willow’s ‘silent babble’ with a soft kiss. Willow pulls back for a moment, looking up into Tara’s eyes. She notices the twinge of fear in them; slowly but surely, as to assure Tara, Willow leans in and locks their lips again.



I'd love for you to make me wonder

Where it's goin'

I'd love for you to pull me under

Somethin's growin'

For this that we can control

Baby I am dyin'



Tara pulls back for air and places a hand on Willow’s knee. She doesn’t seem to notice, but Willow does. Tara gives her a ‘really?’ look, Willow smiles and nods.



Why can't I breathe whenever I think about you

Why can't I speak whenever I talk about you (x2)

It's inevitable, it's a fact that we're gonna get down to it

So tell me

Why can't I breathe whenever I think about you?



They lean in again, nether one holding back any more. They both have found someone to love and to be loved by.

[maudmac]

Awww, Rei, these are sooooo sweet!



I love these kinds of sweet, romantic fics and you write them very well. Please tell me there will be more soon!

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I have often been adrift, but I have always stayed afloat.    --  David Berry,  The Whales of August

[ambersagoddess]

Yes yes, for your viewing pleasure, there will be more fics coming at you... Reirei style...



I'll do my best to get more W/T fics up!



-Rei

Spero eorum amo donbit tu animus magnamus



Why yes, the rumors are true, I have patted the Great One's ass...

Edited by: xita  at: 10/5/03 9:45 am

[Tempest Duer]

These are very sweet! I'm glad you posted them.

Choosing not to decide is still a choice.

[ambersagoddess]

Disclaimer: blah blah blah, you know the deal.



A KID!: Why yes, I decided that Willow and Tara would have a child! Now, you may notice the odd thing about this child. She doesn't have a name!!!! I did this for a good reason- I couldn't think of one good enough for the child of our lovely ladies. So, if you give feedback (Yes, you too) please include a name you think would be nice for our little W/T Child of Passion.



Ch. 1 Child Of Passion



Tara slid up the bed to wrap Willow in her arms, wiping a few beads of sweat from her lover’s forehead. They rested for a few minutes so the hacker could catch her breath. Tara watched intently as the heaving of the redhead’s breath slowed to it’s normal pace. Willow turned to face her lover, both set of eyes flooded with sleep. Tara leaned in to kiss her love with incredible softness. “‘Night Sweetheart.”



Willow returned the kiss, sweet and innocent, savoring the blonde’s full lips. “I love you, Tare.”



“I love you too, Will.”



The two women let their eyelids fall over their eyes, thick and glazed with sleep. They were able to doze for a few moments before an abrupt knock at their bedroom door awakened them. The blonde and redhead scrambled to cover their naked bodies. The wooden door cracked open and a small platinum blonde head popped in three or so feet from the ground.



“Mummy?” The small girl’s voice was high-pitched with fright. “I heard loud noises, are you okay?” She walked slowly into the room, making a beeline for the bed where her mothers sat. Willow stood, abandoning the sheet she was using as cover, and walked to her daughter whose gray eyes were so wide with fear that they closely resembled the huge pale moon that was hanging in the chilly air outside the open window.



Tara smiled, remaining on the bed, “Its okay Darling, it was just your imagination…”



The child’s face lit up and she forgot all about the ‘loud noises’ when her redheaded mother lifted her into a warm embrace. She let herself be carried onto the bed where she scrambled to sit in the blonde woman’s lap.



Willow’s eyes, filled with love for her family, danced with glee at the sight of her girlfriend wrapping her arms around their four-year-old daughter who was settling down in her Mommy’s lap. “Did Mommy show you the cake she made to bring to school tomorrow?”



The little girl waggled her head ‘yes’ in excitement. “It’s got candles and evwyfing!”



Tara smiled at her child’s delight and the grin that was stuck to her face like duct tape as she Willow-babbled to her Mom in the baby voice she had yet to outgrow, describing every last detail of the cake Tara had prepared. Willow listened patiently to her child’s informative rant, although she had already examined the cake earlier that day. The blonde looked down at the petite girl in her arms, yes, her baby was growing up so fast. “You’ll be all grown up soon…” Tara’s eyes grew misty at the thought of her child’s fifth birthday, September twenty-third, which happened to be the next day.



Willow wrapped an arm around her girlfriend’s shoulder when she saw Tara’s far off look, “Yup, you’re growing all speedy-like.”



The lovers’ child squirmed in her Mommy’s grasp, uncomfortable in the silence that had fallen over her mothers. “Can I stay wif you tonight? ‘Cuz it’s my birfday?”



The blonde and redhead glanced at each other; they had been informed about what happened when parents let their children sleep with them. A glance at their child’s hope filled gray eyes was all the two needed to come to a conclusion.



“Just for tonight, because it’s your birthday tomorrow, but this is the last time.” Tara removed the girl from her lap and set her face-up on the sheets, tucking a blanket over her and kissing the child’s milky forehead.



Willow nodded her head and stole a kiss from her daughter. Standing, she grabbed two sets of pajamas from the top drawer of their oak dresser; and, motioning for Tara to follow her, walked into the bathroom.



The blonde wandered into the darkened room where the hacker hand lain out a tank top and boxers for her. She wrapped her arms around her lover and stared at their reflection in the mirror. Her body, damp with sweat, shined back in her love’s eyes; Willow saw herself, with toothpaste dribbled down her nightshirt and foam around her mouth, in Tara’s. The women met gazes in the mirror, loving smiles gracing their faces.



“I wuv you, Baby.” Though her mouth was filled with toothpaste and toothbrush, Tara understood Willow perfectly.



“I wuv you too, Sweetheart.” The blonde puffed out her cheeks and slurred her speech in a loving impression.



They fell into a comfortable silence just the Wiccan, hacker, the peaceful closeness of their bodies, and the soft buzz of the bathroom lights.

Spero eorum amo donbit tu animus magnamus



Why yes, the rumors are true, I have patted the Great One's ass...

[ambersagoddess]

I already started writing the next chapter, so if I don't get a name soon, it's going to be Sprite. We don't want her to be named Sprite do we? No, so gimme a name before I finnish this and curse her with a name that closely resembles a softdrink! This is not a threat, just a warning....



-Rei

Spero eorum amo donbit tu animus magnamus



Why yes, the rumors are true, I have patted the Great One's ass...

[Spot]

hey, i just read all of your fics, and i really loved them. Can't wait for the next one. and as for a name... i really cant think of anything that would fit either, sorry. actually sat here and tried for like five minutes... and thats a long time for me to think, by the way. anyway, thanx for all of the great fics so far, and hope to see another one soon!

-michelle

[ambersagoddess]

Mkay, to speed up the prosess, I'm going to list a few names of friends and family, and you guys vote! oooooo funnnnn....





Jen

Carrie

Sprite

Matt (Yes, she's a girl)

Treighton (like, Tray-ton or Tray-tin)

Kat

Zoey

Marisa

Erin

Misty

Lynn

Dani (short for Danielle)

Candace

Kristina

Alaena (like, A-lane-a)

Amy

Jamie

Joey (she's a girl too)

Sheena



NOW PICK SO I CAN FINNISH MY CHAPTER!



Love always



-Rei

Spero eorum amo donbit tu animus magnamus



Why yes, the rumors are true, I have patted the Great One's ass...

[Spot]

Okay, my vote has to be for either Jen, Dani, Kristina, or Jamie. Hope you get more votes soon so u can finish it! Cant wait for the update!

-michelle

[willowsgirl]

Hay I loved the update! So cute it gave me warm and fuzzies!

I vote for either jamie or joey. I like the J's

Update soon now?

willowsgirl xx

[Aine]

hey, i've just finished all of the fics...and they are all amazing...ummm as for a name...i dunno...no one ever likes the names i pick out...but Grace is prolly my favorite...so i'll just give you that one...awesome fic, can't wait to read more



Aine

[ambersagoddess]

Grace.... I like that! I think that's it! Grace is good, it bring exactly what I wanted to bring to the character! So Grace it is. Thank you to everyone else who voted, I was quite the fan of Joey and Jamie, but Grace is the best name for her. So look for new updates sometime today!



-Rei

Spero eorum amo donbit tu animus magnamus



Why yes, the rumors are true, I have patted the Great One's ass...

[ambersagoddess]

It is really short, but that's okay. Enjoy! and thanks to Aine for coming up with the name!





Willow jogged into Wolfcreek Elementary School and raced to find her daughter’s class. Finding the door, she paused to catch her breath. The hacker poked her head into the room and looked around, it had changed since her last visit, for the room was now covered in new pictures that the eight students had drawn. The class was sitting cross-legged in front of a young woman, whom Willow had never seen before, as she read from a thin paperback. Glancing around, emerald orbs found the back of Tara’s head. She tiptoed into the room, carefully, so as not to draw the children’s eyes away from the ‘See Spot Run’ book and the woman who was reading and flashing pictures.



Tara whipped around when she felt her lover’s presence. “You’re late…” The blonde whispered from her seat at one of the undersized desks.



“There was an accident, some people felt the need to look rather than drive. Traffic was hell, sorry Baby.” Willow found her perch on the desk beside Tara, to whom she gave an apologetic peck.



Tara’s frowning brow disappeared and a smile graced her face. The bustling of the eight kindergarteners jarred the women from their reverie.



Grace clambered onto her Mommy’s lap, followed by a swarm of children that also wanted to sit on she and Willow’s laps.



The young brunette that had been positioned at the cushy couch in the corner, the one who had been reading, extended a hand to Willow. “I’m Wendy, the new aid, Mrs. Grojean will be here soon, she’s running a little late.”



“I’m Willow, Grace’s mom. You’ve already met Tara?” Willow shook Wendy’s outstretched hand and looked to her lover, who smiled and nodded.



A chunky boy’s voice broke over the roar of screaming children, “When’s the party startin’?”



Tara smiled kindly and lifted Grace from her lap to put her amongst a group of giggling girls. “Right now Billy,” The blonde walked to the front table, where the cake she had baked had been set up, along with plates, forks, napkins, and all they would need to have a birthday party. Taking a dull knife, the sharpest they would allow, she cut the cake in half, and then into quarters, and then into eighths. The children watched in open-mouthed awe, as the feast was prepared; cake pieces put on plates, little scoops of ice cream too.



As soon as every kid had their plates, the party began. There was music coming from a small boom box, games, and dancing. It was a hit! To celebrate their daughter’s birthday, Willow and Tara had a rockin’ party. Minus the drugs and alcohol!

Spero eorum amo donbit tu animus magnamus



Why yes, the rumors are true, I have patted the Great One's ass...

[Willowtara19]

, Rei!!



Just finished Child of Passion....and I have to say I love it!! Great work, Rei!!!



Oh, and Grace is just so adorable and cute! So much like her moms, isn't she?



Can't hardly wait to another fic of yours! You got me hooked!!



Willowtara19

[FIRESIGN]

Very nice, Rei! More? Come on, please? Soon?



-Cin

[ambersagoddess]

Ooooo, lookie there, another update, who is your hero? That's me! Here ya go, Child of Passion Chapter 3- The bond between 'sitter and 'sittee







“Thanks for watching after Gracie tonight Spike, Tara and I hardly get time alone anymore.” Willow grabbed her keys from the hook by the door, “Com’ on Tare!”



“Coming!” Tara came jogging down the stairs, purse in hand. She stopped at the door where Willow, Spike, and Grace, were all standing. Bending down to kiss her daughter, Tara whispered in her ear, “Be good for your Uncle Spike.”



“I will Mommy.” Grace smiled, her grin lit up her face much as the sun did each morning in Sunnydale and all around the world.



Tara stood and whispered her thanks to Spike as she and Willow headed out the door.



Spike locked the door behind the lovers, and turned to Grace. “So Luv, what do you fancy we do for the three hours we have ‘till your bedtime?”



“Will you wead to me? Pwease Uncle Spike, wead me a stowy. Tew me how you kiwd people!”



“Heh, as much as I’d love to, you mums would butcher me alive if they found out I’d been brainwashin’ you with crazy stories.” Spike looked around, “Now, com’ on then, let’s get some food, I’m starved.” The vamp led Grace by the hand into the kitchen, where he opened the refrigerator and pulled out a pack of blood and two pieces of birthday cake.



When all the food was prepared, the pair sat on the couch watching Passions. Spike attempted to explain what was happening with the frozen Charity, it was not going well. “So you see, Timmy, he’s the little boy, is trying to unfreeze her…Oh, bugger this, you’ll never understand.” Spike heaved a sigh and took a sip from his blood-filled coffee mug.



“Get to bed Luv.” Spike ushered Grace into her bedroom, “You be good now, ya hear? No foolin’ around. Your mums will be home in a while, and you’d best be asleep when they arrive.”



“Uncle Spike! Pwease wet me stay up a wittle later!” Grace protested all the way up the stairs and into her room, “They won’t know if you wet me stay up, I won’t tewl them, I promwis.” The small girl did a ‘cross my heart’ motion. “Cwoss my heawt and hope to dwy.”



“Oh don’t joke around about dying Pet. Very serious business, dying is.” Spike hoisted Grace onto his shoulders and walked her to the bed that resided in the corner of the small child’s room. “Very serious indeed.” He flopped her down onto the mattress and covered her with the cloth blanket that was bundled up on the floor. The bleach blonde vamp pecked the child’s forehead and walked to the door, turning the light off and shutting the door behind him. Spike walked down the hall, unaware of the danger lurking right outside Grace’s window…

Spero eorum amo donbit tu animus magnamus



Why yes, the rumors are true, I have patted the Great One's ass...

[mxgirl314]

I love this fic. Kinda weird seeing spike as a babysitter but its cool.lol. Course now i'm freakin about about the danger outside the window. Can't wait to find out what happens next.

[ambersagoddess]

I see Spike's relationship with Gracie alot like his relationship with Dawn, minus the fic writers who have S/D sex. He loves Gracie like he loves Dawn, almost like she's his daughter...





-Rei

Spero eorum amo donbit tu animus magnamus



Why yes, the rumors are true, I have patted the Great One's ass...

[wolfwynd]

Great 3rd chapter - you have gotten into the heads of the characters very well and have portrayed them as Joss would (well apart from Grace ) Can't wait to read the next chapter and find out what the danger is!



Laura

"I don't want prawns I just want to learn how to play guitar" - me having a weird day....

[bluewillowwitch]

Rei ,

Love the fics! Can't wait to more.



bluewillowwitch

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"Fate keeps on happening."--Anita Loos

[XXSuicidalMindDepressedXX]

HEY REI!

read that fics before....but didn´t give you a feedback ...sorry...but i´m here to tell ya that you a very good writer and love the fics..... ....and are ya updating soon?

see ya in chat 'kay?



X{ duckie.

[willow fan7]

Hi Rei...



this is the lurker...this is a wonderful fic...you are gonna update right??? The first chapter was soooo sad...but it got better...that's always a good thing...Go Willow!!! The making up was great...loved how Tara was torn between staying and going...following her mind or heart...



Now...please update this fic ok???

[FIRESIGN]

I'm liking this a lot, Rei! Get busy with the updates!!!!



-Cin