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 Post subject: New fic Atlantic Antics
PostPosted: Fri Aug 07, 2009 7:27 pm 
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Title: Atlantic Antics

Author: willowntara4ever

Rating: PG-13 (eventually NC-17)

Disclaimer: Josh Whedon owns the characters. I just imagine different lives for them

Feedback: Please

Notes: Love story with a little child created angst

Spoilers: None


Chapter 1 Truro Tales

Willow was sitting on the deck outside of her vacation cottage in North Truro, MA. She and her seven-year old daughter Lila had arrived for their vacation the day before, but it had been raining so hard that they were forced to spend all of their time indoors. They both felt like one of their precious seven days of vacation had been wasted. All year they both had looked forward to this beach vacation, and both had planned to spend the majority of their time on the beach. Rain had not been in their plans. Shortly after noon the second day, the rain stopped and the sun came out. As soon as her daughter, Lila, saw that it was no longer raining, she put on her bathing suit and asked to go play in the sand. Willow was so relieved that they could finally go outside that she quickly donned her large floppy sun hat and sunglasses and set up her beach chair on the sand in front of their cottage.

It made Willow happy to see her little red headed daughter looking so happy and carefree as she darted to the edge of the water on the bay and then back toward the beach like a little sandpiper. After fifteen minutes of this darting, Lila walked up to a blond haired child who was building a sandcastle. Willow could hear the cadence of her daughter chattering to this girl and watched the two of the join to build a larger sand castle. Willow was amazed at her daughter’s ability to walk up to other children and befriend them. She wished that she had half of the spunk and guts of her child. It amazed her often that this little person was actually related to her. Watching the two, Willow was reminded of a similar one that had occurred over twenty-five years ago.

Willow thought back to that time. When she was seven-years old, her parents let her grandparents take her to the Cape for a week. It became a tradition that Willow and her grandparents would go to the same cottages on the bay during the week after July 4th. She remembered initially being very lonely because it seemed that only older couples seemed to inhabit the nearby cabins, but the second day of her vacation a family moved into the cottage a few doors down. They had a daughter who was only a few years older than her and they had become instant friends. Every year they would be so happy to see each other. They would write letters to each other occasionally during the year, but during the weeklong vacation, they were inseparable. This pattern persisted until Willow was fourteen. That summer things had changed between them.

Willow was lost in her own head thinking about the past when she was brought back to the real world by Lila running up to her and asking if she and her new friend could go to the store to buy some ice cream.

“You are too young to go to the store alone, you know that,” answered Willow.

“But Anna is almost nine, and I will be eight in just a few months.” pleaded Lila.

“I don’t think six months is just a few,” replied Willow, “Plus I doubt your new friend’s parents would be all that thrilled for her to be going to the store alone either. If you wait a few minutes, maybe I could walk with you two”

“Can we ask Anna’s mom if she can go too?”

Willow was too focused on her persistent daughter to see a tall, blond haired woman walking up towards her. She was wearing a multicolored scarf and sunglasses. For a moment, Willow wondered if she was still daydreaming. This woman was absolutely stunning. She was tall and voluptuous. She was wearing an opaque sarong which accentuated her curves and highlighted her golden tan. She looked like a goddess. Willow couldn’t believe that this woman was real, let alone the child’s mother.

“What are you going to ask me?” asked the goddess.

“She was going to ask you if Anna can come with us to the store to get some ice cream, but really we wanted to go by ourselves to the store.” shared Lila.

“Anna, you know that you are too young to go to the store alone.” scolded the goddess.

“My words exactly.” added Willow.

“Mama….” whined the smaller blond.

Willow looked at the woman and felt an odd sense of déjà vu. The goddess looked and sounded very familiar. Willow scolded herself about dreaming and was quickly interrupted by her daughter asserting, “Ok, Ok, can’t we just all go?”

‘Yeah, Mama I’m really hungry too. Can I go, PLEASE, PLEASE” begged Anna.

“I guess that we could go. It is vacation,” said Willow and the goddess simultaneously.

“Can we walk ahead, and you just follow?” asked Lila. “It would be almost like we were getting to do it ourselves.

“Run up to the cottage and get my bag and your shoes” requested Willow to Lila.

“Anna, Go tell Granny and ask if she needs anything at the store, and you get your shoes too” instructed the woman.

Both children ran toward their respective cottages leaving Willow and the woman looking at each other. There was an awkward silence that was quickly ended by Lila thrusting Willow’s bag into her arms and Anna rushing past them. Lila ran to catch up and the two of them scampered across the sand toward the direction of a small store that was adjacent to another group of cottages on the bay.

“Stay where we can see you, and stop before you cross the street.” Shouted Willow at the two gazelles ran down the beach.

“Does yours always have this much energy?” asked the woman.

“She is very excited. We have not been on a vacation for a long time, and she loves the beach. We were stuck in the cabin all day yesterday because of the rain. I just hope that I put enough sunscreen on her. She doesn’t get tan she burns.”

“Mine too” commented the woman. “I think I should have taken out stock in sunscreen. We’ve only been here two days, and already we are on our second bottle.”

“Do you come to The Cape often?” asked Willow.

”My family and I have been coming here since I was a little girl. I have always felt so at home here.”

“I used to come here with my grandparents. I always liked it too.”

The girls were anxiously standing at the road waiting for their mothers to catch up. They all crossed the road, entered the store and each found an ice cream bar from the large assortment of treats in the freezer. Willow was still amazed at how many different things could be in a little store. It was just like she remembered. There was food, sand toys, magazines, books, almost everything that a person could want during a seaside vacation. It was just like it had been twenty-five years ago. Willow bought herself and Lila an ice cream, and some other food. Then the four of them sat down on a bench, to eat their ice creams. Once the girls were finished, they asked if they could play on the playground that was next to the store. Both mothers agreed and they sat their quietly eating their ice cream. They chatted about the weather and watched their two children playing.

“So are you here with your family?” asked the woman.

“Nope, It is just Lila and myself.” Replied Willow. “And you? Are you here with your husband?”

“I’m not married, I’m sort of divorced.”

“Sort of?”, asked Willow.

“I..I m..mean I am divorced.” Stuttered the woman.

“How long?”

“Um… about four years.”

“I’ve been separated from my partner for almost three years.”

“That’s rough. So do you share custody of your daughter with your ex-husband?”

“Um…no... I mean… I’m not involved with Anna’s father.” Willow wondered if she should just be honest with this woman. She hated playing the pronoun game, but she also wasn’t in the habit of coming out to virtual strangers. Her decision was made for her when Lila came up to her and said, “Can we go back to the beach now Ima? I want to go swimming.”

“OK” Said Willow as she gathered up her shopping bag, said goodbye to the woman and ferried her daughter across the street. As soon as they got across, Lila went running to the water.

“Don’t go in the water until I get there,” yelled Willow.

They played in the water until Lila was exhausted. Willow insisted that Lila take a rest before they went into town for dinner. While Lila was sleeping, Willow thought about the last year that she had seen her friend Ra. Willow’s memories were so clear they felt like they had occurred just yesterday.

+++

She had been so excited to get to the cabin. She quickly unpacked her things her room and helped her grandparents get settled. She then set up her towel and waited for her friend Ra to arrive. They hadn’t been writing as frequently as they had in prior years, but Willow had faith that as soon as Ra got there, everything would be OK. Now that they were both teenagers, she figured that her grandparents would let them spend more time alone in town.
However, when Ra’s family finally got there, Willow immediately sensed a difference in Ra. The usually bubbly blond was more quiet than usual. She and Willow tried to do all of the things that they had loved to do the years before, but each activity fell flat. It seemed that the eighteen month age difference which had seemed to be nothing when they were younger was much bigger this year. Ra seemed more interested in talking about boys than doing the things that they had enjoyed in previous years. By the end of the third day, they found themselves spending more and more time away from each other. Each day they would try to do something, but it would become awkward and then one of them would come up with some excuse that they had to go back to their family. Often after they separated, Willow saw Ra flirting with the boys who were trying to get her attention.

Willow had been so excited about this vacation. She felt freer than she had ever felt, and she was sad that she couldn’t share this freedom with Ra. On the last day of her vacation, Willow spent most of the time at her favorite store. Willow never quite understood why her grandparents didn’t want her spending time in this particular store. It had sweet smelling incense, feminist books, posters, music and some of the funniest buttons that she had ever seen. Willow never felt more comfortable than when she was there.

That night, she was sitting in one of the comfortable chairs that the shopkeepers had placed in a reading nook. She had just begun reading a novel when she heard the bell of the door tinkle and saw Ra come into the store. When Ra saw Willow, she blanched and ran out of the store. Willow ran after her. When she caught up, Ra claimed that she had forgotten something and ran off in the direction of the pier. Willow tried to catch up, but Ra was quickly caught up in the throng of people exiting the pier from the local whale watching charters and moonlight cruises.

Willow returned to the store and decided to spend her last amount of money on the novel that she had started to read. When she went up to the counter, the cashier asked if she was eligible for a “dyke discount”.

“Um, I don’t know”

“Well you are or you’re not”, stated the shopkeeper.

“Um, I guess not”, mumbled Willow.

The woman looked Willow up and down, and said, “I’ll give it to you anyway, Ok kid?”

Willow nodded. As she left the store she wondered why the woman thought she’d be eligible for that kind of discount? Did she look gay? Willow looked at herself in the window of a nearby shop. What she saw was a girl in cut off jeans, a tee-shirt and a baseball cap. Her unruly long red hair was tied back into a pony tail. She didn’t look all that feminine, but she wondered did she look like a lesbian? She pondered what she thought a lesbian looked like and it hit her that many of the women who hung out in the shop looked like lesbians. Were they?

When Willow got back to the cabin she went down onto the sand to look over the bay and the lights of the town. She felt sad that it was the last night, and felt sadder that she and Ra were no longer friends. She was also thinking about her experience in the store and the feelings that came to her awareness when she was asked the question about the discount. Willow was feeling very alone. She was sitting on her blanket feeling sorry for herself, when she heard a quiet voice ask, “Can I sit down?”

“Sure” said Willow trying to appear cool, but actually feeling very happy.

Ra sat down next to Willow on the blanket. The blanket was not very big, so in order to fit, Ra had to sit almost touching Willow. Willow felt a quickening of her heart and she realized that she was feeling nervous.

They didn’t say anything to each other for the first few minutes. Willow looked out onto the water and stared at the full moon’s reflection. She was very aware of Ra’s every movement. She turned to look at Ra’s face and felt an odd sensation within her stomach. She couldn’t take her eyes off Ra, and she felt her mouth getting dry and her head getting dizzy. She guessed that she had a goofy look on her face, because Ra asked if she was alright. Ra took her hand and Willow felt an electric shock go through her. She expected Ra to pull away, but she didn’t she just sat there on the blanket holding Willow’s hand.

“I’m sorry that I bolted when I saw you at the store”, said Ra. “I just didn’t expect to see anyone I knew there. “

“Did you know that it is a lesbian store?”, asked Willow.

“Yeah, of course. Didn’t you?” answered Ra.

“Um…no.” responded Willow. “I feel so stupid. Why didn’t you tell me? I’ve been hanging out there since I was ten.”

“I thought you knew. How could you miss it?” said Ra.

“I did. Sort of naive me, eh?”

“That’s one of the things I’ve always loved about you, your innocence.” answered Ra.

“I’m not innocent!” said Willow feeling defensive.

“You are? But that’s not bad”, explained Ra.

“I’m not as innocent as you think.”

“I wish.” Ra whispered.

“What” asked Willow thinking that she had heard Ra say ‘I wish’, but not quite understanding why.

“Nothing”

“No, what?” repeated Willow.

“I just wish you were a little older”, Stated Tara.

“Why?”

“I can’t tell you.”

“You can tell me anything.”

“I can’t tell you this.”

Ra pulled her hand away from Willow’s and started to get up. Willow grabbed her hand and wouldn’t let her go. As she held her hand, she felt shivers going up and down her arm and an odd tingling in her body. They stared at each other for what seemed like forever. The light from the moon bathed them in an eerie glow. It seemed like time was standing still. Neither of them knew what to do.

Finally Ra took a deep breath, sat down and said “I want to kiss you. I’ve been trying to stay away from you, because I know that it is wrong, I know that I shouldn’t be feeling this way, but I do. I just don’t understand how these feelings can be wrong. I feel really confused. I was going to that store to find out if there was a book or something that could help me understand these feelings, but then I saw you there and it just freaked me out.”

“Wow, and they say I babble.” Willow looked at Ra. She touched Ra’s face, and looked into her eyes. There was only a small distance between them, and they both closed the distance. They each felt the other’s soft lips upon their own. It felt so right. The thoughts and feelings were just registering, when Willow’s grandmother came out onto the deck and yelled that it was time to come in and get ready to go to bed. Quickly the two girls broke apart, hoping that Willow’s grandmother hadn’t seen them. Ra’s mother called from the deck as well and the two quickly got up and went to their respective cabins.

When Willow woke up the next morning, Ra’s family was already gone.

Willow’s grandparents couldn’t understand why Willow was so upset about not getting to say goodbye to Ra. They cajoled her saying, “You can write to her like you always do, they must have had to get on the early ferry.” Willow wondered if it all had been a dream. For the entire drive home, she thought about how that kiss had felt and how she wished that there had been more.

The next week she knew that it had not been a dream. She went to the mailbox and found a letter from Ra. She was so excited to get it and quickly ran to her room to open it. In the letter was just a short note.

We shouldn’t have done it. It was wrong. Let’s just pretend it never happened. I don’t know if it is a good idea if we write anymore. Yours, Ra.

The note devastated Willow, but over time she convinced herself that Ra was right, and for a long time, Willow had kept the event inside her.


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 Post subject: Re: New fic Atlantic Antics
PostPosted: Fri Aug 07, 2009 8:02 pm 
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Ooh, new story. I like how you started it off. Willow's child seems to be the ideal child that everyone always thinks of when they imagine tiny-Willow. Redhead and energy-ball.
Lila and Anna? Well, I don't think you could have picked two more perfect names for their kids.
Why do I have a feeling that the blonde mother is Tara? And that Ra is Tara (I mean really, that's kind of obviousness, but I like it)? Poor, poor, Will. Coming out wasn't a good experience?
Although, with the way both her and Tara were pushing things, yet being all avoid-y, it kind of makes sense they both don't want the other to know they're gay. But, they won't be worried about the other being gay because they'll be all pre-occupied about they're own gayness. Did that seem very gay to you?
Oh, it broke my poor heart to see Tara in such a homophobic state. And to break Willow's heart in such an awful way.
I don't like how Tara flirted with guys and pretended to do the straight stuff (when she obviously isn't), when she's in love-or lusting-with Willow. But, hey, denial land takes desperate measures at times. Also, how many years apart are they? I hope it isn't too many.
I hope they both work past the issue of being gay (again with the gayness?). And, once they become all couple-y I hope they have the guts and more confidence to come out to strangers around them.
All in all, I love the fic. It's a great start and I hope to see more of it soon. :D[/center]

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 Post subject: Re: New fic Atlantic Antics
PostPosted: Sat Aug 08, 2009 6:44 am 
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Starcatcher: Thanks for the feedback, most of the story is written, so I was sending out a bait to see if anyone was interested in reading my story. Here's the next piece. :party

Title: Atlantic Antics

Author: willowntara4ever

Rating: R (eventually NC-17)

Disclaimer: Josh Whedon owns the characters. I just imagine different lives for them

Feedback: Please

Notes: Love story with a little child created angst ; "Ima" mother in Hebrew

Spoilers: None

Thoughts in italics

Atlantic antics
Truro Tales: Part two

Willow’s memories were flooding through her when she felt a presence come up behind her.

“Where is Lila?” asked the woman.

“She crashed. That was probably more swimming than she has ever done in her life. Anna?”

“My parents took her off to buy a kite. D..do you mind if I sit down”

“Go ahead, said Willow absentmindedly, and then she realized her abruptness, and countered with “Please do. I’d love to talk more with you.”

They sat there quietly for awhile, both gazing at the sand and the water .

“So…you used to come here when you were a kid?”

“Yup, from the time I was seven until I was fourteen.”

“I’ve been coming every year since I was eight.”

“That is quite a coincidence.”

The goddess picked up the book that she had brought and began reading.

Willow took this as a hint that the conversation was ending, so she picked up her book as well.

“What are you reading?”

“Just some sappy women’s beach book. You?”

“I’m reading a novel about the Cape. I heard that it was good.”

“Is it good so far?”

“I haven’t really gotten into it yet. Is yours good?”

“It’s ok, the plot is predictable, but the characters are funny.”

The sun was starting to go down, and Willow didn’t feel that her large hat was needed. She removed it and put it beside her. As she was sitting up, she saw the woman looking at her hair.

“Is there something wrong, do I have seaweed or something stuck in my hair?”

“No…I…I…red hair.. You know…thinking about it…your daughter has red hair…but your daughter she has hazel eyes right ?"

“Yes”

“My friend had green…”

“Excuse me.”

“I had a vacation friend when I was a kid. She had red hair like your daughter, but she had green eyes. She looked a lot like your daughter.”

Willow removed her sunglasses and looked the woman in the face.

The woman seemed speechless when she saw Willow’s deep green eyes. She thought to herself,’ It can’t be. What would the chances be of us ending up in the same place twenty something years later.’

“Willow?”

The woman took off her sunglasses as well, and Willow found herself looking into the clearest blue eyes that she had ever seen. In fact she had only seen this color eye in two people, Ra, and Ra’s father.

“Ra?”

“I go by Tara now”

“I still go by Willow, which sort of makes sense seeing that Willow is my name. Not that changing your name is odd, I just still go by Willow…Sorry, still babble.”

“Do I make you nervous?”

“No” lied Willow, ”um... So… how have you been?”

“Pretty good, wow, it has been a long time since I saw you.” Tara paused and did the mental calculations.” Has it really been twenty-five years?”

“That sounds about right” responded Willow.

There was a pause, and then Tara asked, “Why didn’t you ever come back?”

“My grandfather had a stroke and had to be put in a convalescent home. He died a few months later and my grandmother followed him the next month. I think she died of a broken heart. Once they were gone, my parent’s idea of a family vacation was an educational trip, not relaxing on the beach. They think that relaxation is a waste of valuable time."

“Their loss I guess”, said Tara.

“Yup, How are your parents?”

“Great, you can see them when they get back to the cottage. They often bring up our friendship and wonder what you are up to. They wondered what why I stopped writing to you.

“What did you tell them?”

“At first, I just said we’d drifted apart due to our age differences, but later on I told my mom about what had happened that night.”

“What did she say?”

“She said she wished I’d stuck with you. She hated my current partner.”

“Your….”sputtered Willow.

“Yup, you might have been the first girl I kissed, but you definitely were not the last.”

“Ooh, gross kissing Yuck” said Lila who had just come out of the cabin and walked up to the women. “Why are you talking about kissing?”

The two looked at each other and Willow said, “It’s just something adults talk about.”

“Mommy and Ima used to kiss. Then Mommy started kissing Sandra. Ima doesn’t kiss anyone but me.”

Can the world just swallow me up whole, right now” thought Willow.

Willow could feel her entire body turn red.

“Oh…” said Tara laughing at the look on Willow’s face. She was very happy to discover that not only was Willow a lesbian, but she was single.

Just as she was saying this, Anna came running up to Tara and told her that her parents were waiting for her in the car.

“Well, I guess I better get going. I’ll see you later?” said Tara.

“Most likely” said Willow attempting to appear nonchalant, but feeling very excited that she would get to talk more with Tara. She got up and went into the cabin with Lila. They got ready and they went out to a nearby restaurant to eat and then went and played a round of miniature golf. The sun was setting when they got home, and Willow put Lila to bed. After she was asleep, Willow went out onto the deck in front of the cabin to gaze at the beach in the moonlight.

She was sitting, thinking about all the things that had occurred that day, when Tara came up and sat down in a neighboring lounge chair. They both were tongue tied, and neither knew how to start the conversation. Finally Willow broke their silence and asked,”Did you ever think about that night?”

“Every year that I have come here, and lots of time in between,” admitted Tara. “I don’t think you ever forget your first kiss….Yes, I have thought about it often. Do you ever wonder what would have happened if our families hadn’t called us at that moment, or if I hadn’t freaked?”

They sat there in silence continuing to look out at the bay and not each other.
They made small talk about new shops in town and their view from the deck. There was a long silence.

Finally, Willow interrupted the silence, “You know I’ve thought about it a lot, and even dreamed about it a few times, but I don’t think that anything more would have happened than did. Maybe a few more ‘smoochies’, but if that had happened I think I would have been even more confused. For a long time, I wondered if I had just dreamed it up.”

“Huh?”

“Oh I was answering a question you asked about five minutes ago. About what would have happened if our families hadn’t called us. I often have pieces of more than one conversation topic in my brain at a time.

“I thought it was a dream too. I had imagined doing it so many times during the prior year, and then I did it, and it felt so good, but then I got so confused…You know I really regret that note I sent you. I tried to get in touch with you afterwards and apologize but my letters came back. I even GOOGLED you, but believe it or not there is more than one Willow Rosenberg. I couldn’t figure which one you were, and I didn’t want to make a fool of myself making cold calls.

Willow was very surprised that Tara had ever thought of her after that night. She felt anxious and blurted out, “So what do your parents think you are doing out here? “

“Talking to you.”

“They didn’t recognize me did they? “

“Uh, huh, my mother recognized you immediately, and she said you must be Willow Rosenberg.”

“So when you walked up to me you already knew?”

“Sort of, but I couldn’t believe that she was right. When I saw Lila playing in the sand, I thought I was having a hallucination. She looks just like you when you were younger.”

“Are you saying I don’t look like that anymore?”

“No, you look better, way better” Did I just say that aloud? “Nn..ot that Lila isn’t c.c..ute, or good looking, or… you know what I am saying,” stammered Tara. “

“Stuttering. Do I make you feel nervous?” asked Willow.

“Not nervous, just… I’m not going to get myself out of this am I?” Tara laughed.

“Nope” said Willow. She lightly touched Tara’s hand, but quickly moved it away when she sensed Tara’s tensing up. Willow felt the familiar electricity from the touch. She looked over at Tara to see if anything was happening to her, but she appeared deep in thought. It seemed like she couldn’t look Willow in the eye. Gee Rosenberg, be forward much. You haven’t seen this woman for twenty-five years. It’s not like you can just be touching all over her like you did when you were kids.

Oh my goddess, thought Tara, she just grabbed my hand, and I pulled away, Why did I pull away, I’ve been wanting to take her hand since I first saw her, and she comes toward me and what do I do, I pull away. She’s going to think…. Maybe she’s not going to think anything. Maybe she’s still someone who touches her friends. Maybe it doesn’t mean anything

As Tara was looking off, Willow found herself admiring Tara. She was more than beautiful. The lights of the cabins were reflecting off her long blond hair, and the button-down shirt she was wearing accentuated her curves. She was wearing shorts and no shoes and Willow noted that she still had legs that seemed to go on forever.

Tara shuddered.

“Are you cold?”

Far from it, thought Tara. “N..No. I just got a little chill. It is really nice out here.”

“Yeah, I had forgotten how nice the nights were here. I think that the Cape may have the best weather in the world; warm in the daytime and cool, but not cold in the evening. I bet that they never have to use air conditioning.”

“Which is good for us seeing the cabins don’t have air conditioning,” exclaimed Tara.

“Yeah, they really aren’t any different than they were when we were kids.”

“I think our cabin is exactly the same from that time. I swear that not even the pictures on the wall have changed. Well… Speaking of cabins, I should probably get back to my own. Anna has been waking up really early.”

Willow felt disappointed that Tara was leaving, but tried to not show it as she said, “Well, sleep tight. Maybe we will see each other in the morning.”

We sure will if I have anything to say about it, thought Tara.

Tara walked back to her cabin and ignored her mother’s questioning gaze as she quickly got ready for bed and curled up into the single bed in the room that she shared with Anna. She had a hard time getting to sleep and when she did, she had disturbing dreams.

Meanwhile, Willow remained outside looking at the water. She felt sort of sad and didn’t really understand why. She decided that the only way to ameliorate the situation was to go to bed. After doing her night time tasks, she lay down in her queen size bed and realized that it felt enormous.



The morning came too early for Willow. It seemed like the sun couldn’t have been barely up when Lila was jumping on top of her mother begging her to wake up so they could go back to the beach.

“It is too early, go back to bed,” said a sleepy Willow.

“No it’s not. I’m hungry.”

“Ok, Ok.“ said Willow as she dragged herself out of her bed and into the living room of their small cottage. “What do you want for breakfast?”

“Muffins.”

“Muffins? We don’t have any muffins. We have cereal and we have toast and jelly.”

“I want muffins. I saw some really nice muffins at the store. Can’t I just run there and buy them? I’ll be right back.”

“So do you think you aged two years overnight?”

“Come on Ima. You saw that it wasn’t too far. Please….””

“No. Right now it is cereal or toast.”

“I’m not hungry” pouted Lila.

“I thought you said you were hungry?”

“Just for muffins.”

“Well, I guess you’ll stay hungry. I’m going to make some tea.”

“Can I go outside on the deck at look at the beach?”

“You can look, but don’t go down to the sand until I come out with my tea.

"Understand?”

“Yes. Ima”

Meanwhile at Tara’s family cottage, a similar situation was occurring, except in their household they decided that Tara’s mother and Anna should go to the store to get some donuts and coffee. As they walked by Lila, Anna asked if she wanted to come with them.

Lila ran back into the cabin shouting “Anna and her grandmother are going to the store? Can I go there and get some muffins, Please….”

Willow looked out the screen door and saw Tara’s mother. Willow had a flash of what Tara would look like in twenty years. She grabbed some money from her pocketbook and went outside. As soon as she got through the door she found herself enveloped in a big hug.

“Willow Rosenberg, I am so happy to see you again. How have you been?”

“How does Anna’s grandmother know you, Ima, and why is she hugging you?” asked Lila.

“I have known your Ima since she was your age. Your great grandparents used to take her here every summer,” said the elder Mcclay.

“Yeah, I know. Ima’s always talking about how much fun she had here. That’s why we decided to have our vacation here this year. Mommy always hated the beach, she said that the feeling of sand between her toes was disgusting, and then Ima said she didn’t have enough money, but then she got some.”

Willow looked at Lila, silently willing her to stop talking.

“I see that the babbling gene is strong.”

“Yup, she learned it from the best.”

“Well, if I don’t go get some coffee, both my husband and Tara are going to be mighty grumpy. Is it Ok for Lila to come with us?”

“Sure. Here is some money. She was begging me to buy some muffins.”

“Bran or Blueberry ?”

“Both” said Lila. “I like both.”

“I trust you to pick the best looking ones.”

“Why don’t you mosey on down to our cabin, I am sure that my husband and Tara would love to see you.” said Mrs. Maclay with a glint in her eye.

Anna and Lila bolted off with Mrs. Maclay close behind them.

Willow pondered whether she should go over to the Maclay’s cabin. She didn’t want to appear to be too forward, and she wasn’t sure what she had to say to Tara. She was feeling sheepish. She didn’t need to think about it long. She put on her shoes and turned around to lock the cabin door. As she was turning around to walk away, she bumped right into Tara.

The two stared at each other, both flushing. ‘Oh my goddess she is beautiful and I just bumped into her breasts, her soft wonderful breasts. Wow, I remember that she was beautiful when she was sixteen, but that is nothing compared to how she looks now’ thought Willow.

Tara looked at Willow and saw her ogling her chest. It made her feel very shy. She put her arms over her chest and began to stammer. “Um… I… I just…um … Did you see my m.m.mom? She said that she was gg..going to stop by your cabin if the door was open and ask if you wanted some coffee, bb..but I see that you have a cup of t..tea.” said Tara.

Willow noted Tara’s stutter, a sure sign of her nervousness. She tried to allay her fears and replied “Yeah, Lila got her way and was able to finagle herself a muffin. She loves going to the store. Do you remember how much we liked it when we were kids?”

“I saved up my allowance all year so that I could buy whatever I wanted. “

“So you want to sit on the lounge chairs and wait for them to come back?” said Willow reopening her door.

“Sounds like a good idea.” They both sat down. Once again there was an awkward silence. There was so much to say and ask, but where to start.

“So you’ve been coming here every year?”

“Yup. I don’t know any other vacation. My ex used to complain bitterly that we had to come. Toward the end, Anna and I just came and she stayed home.”

‘Where is home?”

Providence. Yours?”

“Portland”

"Maine of Oregon?" Please say Maine, Please…Please.

Maine.

'Yes, score' thought Tara. “How did you end up there?”

“I went to MIT for undergraduate and graduate school. Once I got my Ph.D. I got a job teaching at Northeastern. I met my ex, her family lives in Maine, we moved there."

“What do you do?”

“I’m a chemistry professor. You?”

“A therapist.”

“I can see that, you always were easy to talk too, and you had great charisma and were so popular.”

“I wasn’t popular”

“Sure you were, remember the last year that we saw each other, you practically had a swarm of boys following you everywhere you went.”

“Um, I think it had more to do with my, how do you say, endowments, than my personality.”

“No.” I don’t think so.

“Yes”, replied Tara, “I know where they were looking, and what they were trying to touch. “

They were silent for a little longer, then Tara asked, “Willow? Can I tell you something?”

“Sure," stated Willow.

“I am really sorry that I treated you so badly that summer. I just was so confused, and I thought if I just stayed away from you and spent time trying to attract the boys, then everything would be Ok.”

“Oh, I thought that it was our age difference. What sixteen year-old wants to spend time with a fourteen year-old? A geeky immature one at that...”

“You were neither geeky nor immature, I wanted to be with you, it just scared me.”

“I guess I was too clueless to be scared. Boy I wish that I knew then what I know now. It would have made life so much easier. But it’s not like being gay was so accepted in the mid 80’s. I hadn’t even thought about it. I just figured I was a late bloomer and that I would eventually start feeling stuff for the guys at school. I have to admit that after that night, I was more aware of what was going on, and it cleared up a bunch of incongruities for me. Not that I was ready to act on it, but I understood.”

“When did you act on it?”

“Huh.”

“Forget about it.” said Tara feeling embarrassed.

“No, what?”

"It was a personal question."

“And….”, said Willow expectantly.

“I just wanted to know how long it took for you to get into a relationship. I wasted a lot of time trying to date guys and hoping my feelings for girls would go away.”

“Well, I was in what I now know was a relationship during my senior year in high school. We both knew what was going on, but neither of us wanted to admit it. We were ‘best friends who loved each other’. I swear some of the mind games could have been avoided if we had turned that intellectual passion into some real passion. That was definitely one of my regrets. Though, I don’t think I was ready to be involved with anyone yet. I.. I had my first real relationship when I was in college.

“So did you ever date a guy?”

“One, my freshman year in college. His name was Oz, and he was in a band. He paid attention to me, said I was pretty. But his true love was his music and he didn’t really have any time for me. Looking back, he was more of a cover than anything else. We didn’t do much. He was the first person I had sex with. It set the bar really low for anyone else. He had no idea how to make it pleasurable for anyone other than himself.”

“I had a couple who were like that. I have to admit that I ended up sleeping with several guys to try to convince myself that I didn’t want to be with a woman.”

“I guess it didn’t work.”

“Nope. The first time I was w.w..with a woman, I knew that it was right for me."

“I had a similar experience. Kissing a girl was 110% better than a boy.

“Eww, are you talking about kissing again!” said Lila who had snuck up on Willow and Tara. “Are you going to kiss Anna’s mom?”

“Why would you ask that?” said Willow feeling embarrassed.

“Just wondering, you’ve been broked up from Mommy for a long time and you haven’t been kissing anyone. So I thought maybe you would kiss Anna’s mom”

“That makes sense.” Stated Tara.

“You have great timing kiddo,” said Willow trying to get out of this awkward situation and not hearing that Tara didn't seem adverse to the idea of kissing Willow. "So what kind of muffins did you buy?”

“Two of each.”

“Two, I didn’t give you enough money for four muffins. What do I owe you Mrs. Mcclay?”

“Oh nothing dear. I am sure that everything will eventually come out even. Now I better get to my cabin and get this coffee to my husband. Tara here is yours. Just like you like it, lots of milk and two sugars.” Mrs. Maclay walked off with the children trailing behind her.

“Your mom is still really nice.”

“She sure is.”

“So what are you and Anna planning to do today?”

“Well, we were thinking about going to Race Point with a picnic, and then going into town for dinner. You?”

“I was thinking more of going on a Dune Tour, then sitting by the bay until dinner time.”

“That sounds like fun too. Well..., I probably should check if there is anything my mom needs help with. Talk to you later?” asked Tara as she got up and walked back toward her parent’s cottage.

Willow sat in her lounge chair, wondering what was going to happen now. Her quiet was quickly ended by Lila coming over, plopping herself down in Willow’s lap and announcing that she was going to go to Race Point with Anna.

“Were you invited?”

“Anna invited me.”

‘Does Anna drive?”

“No silly, she’s only eight.”

“So how is she going to take you to Race Point?”

“Her grandpa is going to take us.”

“We already have plans. I am sure that Anna and her family don’t want an extra child tagging along on their family vacation.”

“What don’t we want?” asked a tall gentleman with the same eyes as both Tara and Anna.

Willow wondered what kind of powers the Maclays had to always come across her when she was making a comment about one of them.

“Lila was just telling me that Anna had invited her along with you all to the beach, and I was explaining that you were having family time and didn’t need an extra person coming along.”

“It reminds me of a certain little girl who always wanted to tag along a long time ago.”

“Was I really that blatant?” asked Willow.

“Yes. But you were always welcome, just as this little one is welcome to come along. I think Anna has more fun when there is another kid around. You should come too. Remember how much fun we used to have?”

“Yes. My grandparents loved to be here at the bay, but didn’t like all the work that it took to go to the ocean.”

“So it is settled, we all will go to Race Point together.”

“Are you sure?”

“Positive” said the older man.

“If so, I’d better go over to your cottage and see what I have to add to the lunch.”

Willow walked over to the Maclay’s cabin. As she was approaching the door, she saw Tara and her mother working together to make sandwiches. They looked so comfortable with each other; like two versions of the same person. Actually it looked like triplicate, because at their feet was Anna putting snacks in the large cooler. Willow felt jealous of this easy camaraderie. Willow had always felt very awkward and formal with her mother. She didn’t think they ever worked together like this family. She knocked on the cabin door.

"So did my husband convince you to come along?”

“It didn’t take much convincing. I was coming over to ask what I can bring to the picnic.”

“I think we have everything taken care of. You can bring stuff next time.”

'Next time, that had a certain ring to it’ thought Willow.

“Ok, I guess I’ll get Lila and get ready. When were you thinking of leaving.”

“As soon as we get this all together.” said Mrs. Maclay.

They all got ready and left for Race Point. Willow felt like a child again when she was waved through the booth and told that the gentleman in front of her had paid her admission. They all parked and brought the toys and food onto the sand and set up their towels. The children were clamoring to go into the water, so Tara took off her cover up and followed the girls into the water. Willow sat there looking at Tara walking to the water. Looking at Tara’s body took her breath away. She had a voluptuous women’s body that was accented very well by the tasteful tankini.

“She is beautiful isn’t she?” said Mrs. Maclay

“Excuse me?”

“I see how you are looking at her.”

Willow felt extremely embarrassed and tried to extricate herself from the situation. She didn’t know what to say. “Um, no. I mean yes. She is beautiful. She has always been so beautiful... “

“You know, looking back, I realize that you looked at her that way when you were a girl. I always thought that it was sort of hero worship, but I guess it was more.”

“I did want to be just like her.”

“You two have always been pretty different, but you complimented each other well.” The two women began reading. A few minutes later, Mrs. Maclay said, “ Willow, I am so happy that you are here. For years I have hoped that Tara would find you again. My husband and I just want her to be happy. She’s had a lot of unhappiness in the last twenty-five years.”

Willow didn’t know what to say to this comment, so she sat there watching Tara, Anna and Lila playing in the surf. Soon it got hot, so Willow stripped off her clothing and ran to the water. They played for a long time. Afterwards they went back to the blanket and had lunch. After lunch, Mrs. Maclay suggested that Willow and Tara go for a walk. Both Anna and Lila wanted to accompany them, but Mr. Mcclay offered to help them build a sandcastle while they waited for their meal to digest, and this appealed to them more than a walk.

They walked and talked about the beach and other inane things. After one particularly long pause, Willow blurted “I think your parents are trying to get us to spend time together?”

“You think?” quipped Tara. “Mom practically pushed us off. While you and Lila were off to the restroom she told me that she is going to invite Lila to come over for dinner with them so that you and I can go into town. She said that she suspects that we have a lot of catching up to do.

“They are really nice people.”

“I know. I don’t know what I would have done without them all these years.”

“You are lucky to have parents that are there for you. My parents just jet in and out. I don’t think we have spent more than two days with them at a time. Lila hardly knows them.”

“That is too bad. Anna totally adores both of my parents. I am so glad that she has grandparents.”

“So what have you been doing for the past twenty-five years?”

‘I can’t believe it has been twenty-five years. I don’t feel like I’m 41.”

“I’m 39, so you must be 41.”

“Don’t rub it in, youngster.” said Tara as she hip bumped Willow.

“Not rubbing anything in , just stating a fact.”

They sat down on a jetty of rocks that were out of the water due to the low tide.

“Well”, started Tara.

“A very deep subject,” laughed Willow.

“Do you want to hear my story or not?”

“Sorry. Go on.”

“Well, as I told you, after that summer I tried to get my preferences out of my system by trying to date and only pay attention to guys. I dated a bunch during my junior year, and went steady with a guy during my senior year. Lots of people thought that we would get married, and I almost did. I figured that if I got married all of the feelings I was having would just go away. Fortunately, my parents insisted that I go to college first. They asserted that if being with him was meant to be, then we’d still be together after I graduated and I would at least have something to fall back on. Well, that relationship didn’t last until Thanksgiving. He decided that he didn’t want to wait, and he met a girl at work. They ended getting married quickly because he got her pregnant. I am still in touch with them. It is so weird, I have an almost nine year-old, and he has a 20 something year old. “

“I have some friends like that too. There is a big difference between having kids in your early 20’s and having them in your 30’s. “

“You said it. I don’t feel like I was ready when I was in my 20’s.”

“Me either” replied Willow.

“So, I came into my own when I was in college. I got involved in the campus feminist group and met a lot of women who identified as lesbian or bisexual. At that time I wasn’t sure which label fit me the best. I hung out with groups of the older students, and sort of had a second adolescence during my first year of college. I didn’t come out to myself until I was a sophomore, and didn’t come out to my parents until I was a junior.

“How did they take it?”

“They were ok with it. My mother cried a bit and my father got sort of quiet. It took them awhile to get used to it, but a few months later they told me that they loved me and would try to give anyone I decided to date seriously a chance. I was single for awhile, and then I got into my first real relationship when I was a junior. We stayed together for about a year, and she’s the first woman I ever made love with. Fast forward to graduate school… another relationship that lasted about two years. We broke up after I came home from my cousin’s wedding and discovered that she and one of my best friends had decided to hook up.”

“I hate when that happens.”

“Yeah right,… well, after that relationship I was single and dated a bunch. I focused on my schooling, I did an internship in Upstate New York. I had a brief relationship during that time with another student, but we couldn’t survive the long distance between us once our internship was over. She was from the New York area, and I wanted to get back to New England. Once I got my Ph.D. I met my most recent ex. We were together for 10 years. Surprise, surprise, about 11 years ago we decided that we wanted kids. She had a bunch of physical problems, so we decided that I’d be the one to get pregnant. It took a while, but finally I got pregnant and had Anna. We used one of our gay guy friends. Anna considers him an uncle. I think after Anna was born it was the beginning of the end. She was really jealous of all the time I spent with Anna. We didn’t agree on parenting, and I guess I should have seen that we were drifting apart. When Anna was about five, she decided that she just didn’t love me anymore. We share custody.”

‘And the last four years?”

“Working, taking care of Anna, spending time with my parents. I just haven’t had much energy for dating.”

“I know that feeling. It is such a drag. I hate meeting new people.”

“Me too.”

“But you’re a therapist. Don’t you have to meet new people all the time?”

“Not really. I work at a long-term residential treatment program for children and adolescents. I have to meet the parents and case managers. But it all is really surface. It’s not like I have to really get to know them. I like kids better. So what about you? What is your story?”

“Nothing as interesting as yours. Basically, went to MIT, got BA, got Ph.D. had a few short relationships. Got job as professor. Had a long term relationship with another professor. Did the whole tenure thing. Decided the next step was having children. Got pregnant first time I was inseminated. We had Lila. She went off on a conference, when she came back she told me she’d been having an affair with one of her students for the last year. I kicked her out, she shacked up with the girl. She has Lila every other weekend and some holidays.”

“Well that was short.”

“Yeah, I am sure I left out stuff. But hey, if I told you everything what would we have to talk about at dinner. We are going to take your mom up on her offer, right?”

“Certainly, speaking of my mother, we probably should get back to them. They love Anna, but their stamina is not what it used to be.”

Tara and Willow walked back to where the kids and Tara’s parents were and continued their fun in the sun. As planned, Mrs. Maclay offered to have Lila over for dinner and suggested that Tara and Willow go into town. Both of them were amazed at how easily their conversation flowed. They walked along the town window shopping until it was time to go home to put the kids to bed. When they got to the Maclay’s cottage, they Lila was very excited about the games that she had learned from the Mcclays and wanted to make sure that all six of them could play the games again soon. Willow brought Lila back to her cabin and helped her get ready for bed. As Willow was drifting off to sleep she began to take inventory of the thoughts, feelings and sensations she was experiencing now that her fantasy of seeing Tara again had become a reality. All she knew for certain was that seeing Tara again made her feel really good.



The four of them spent a lot of the next day together. Anna and Lila built several massive sandcastles, while Tara and Willow sat in adjacent beach chairs, chatted and read. It felt very comfortable and natural. Once again, the Mcclay’s offered to let Willow and Tara go into town together and volunteered to keep Anna and Lila occupied.

Willow and Tara had dinner at a romantic restaurant overlooking the bay. They were given excellent seats that allowed them to watch the boats coming to dock, and the sun setting on the horizon. After dinner, Tara and Willow decided to go to Willow’s favorite store. Willow said she had seen something that she wanted to show Tara. She took her hand and led her over to a group of photographs of the beach. Once they were at the display, Tara did not let go of Willow’s hand. So they continued walking in this store and others hand in hand. After a while, Tara said, “You know I’ve always wanted to do this.”

“Haven’t you window shopped around here before? I know we did when we were kids.”

“No, silly, I always wanted to walk down the street holding hands with a woman. My ex refused to do it the few times we came here. She said that she didn’t want to be obvious.”

“That’s weird. Here, if straight people hold hands it looks odd. This is one of the only places in the world that I think the gay people almost outnumber the straight ones.”

“I know. She just didn’t want to do it I guess.”

“Her loss. You have the softest hands.”

“Thanks, yours are pretty soft too.”

When they returned home to relieve Tara’s parents, they found that Lila had fallen asleep in Anna’s room. Mrs. Maclay suggested that they just leave her there. She winked at Tara and said that she was sure that she and Willow wouldn’t mind having some more time together. Despite the easy camaraderie of the night, they both felt nervous. They decided to take a blanket and some wine out to the beach to enjoy the view. Once they were out on the sand, and had some wine, they both felt more relaxed.

“Can I ask you a question?” asked Tara.

“Sure,” replied Willow.

“What would you do if I kissed you right now?”

“Kiss you back.”

Tara leaned into Willow and their lips met. They both felt like awkward adolescents, however the sensations, rather than being confusing were totally comprehended by the two women.

“Wow” they whispered in unison.

“ I..I didn’t think that anything could ever topple the first, but that was even better. Our first kiss has been the rubric that I have used to judge all other kisses, and none until this one has ever come close. I think I felt that kiss in my toes.”

“I felt it in a lot of other places” said Tara seductively.

If it hadn’t been so dark, Tara would have seen that Willow was blushing from the top of her head to the tip of her toes.

“Wow, it is getting hot in here. Where is the breeze” said Willow fanning herself.

“I think it is rather chilly.”

“Maybe I am having a power surge.”

“You are too young to have them.”

“Ok, what is it? No forget I asked, I know what it is”, Willow reached over and brought her lips back to Tara’s. Their soft kisses changed to deep exploring kisses; the two made out like they were trying to make up for lost time.
Finally they needed to come up for air and the blanket was starting to collect the moisture and sand from the ground. Willow shuttered.

“Are you cold?”

“Um, no.” Willow resumed her exploration of Tara’s face and neck, interspersing her touch with light kisses that became more ardent. After awhile, Tara shifted her body and Willow felt the hard wet sand on her side. This brought Willow back to reality and she suggested that they go inside.

“I’m not as young as I used to be. I have always wondered what it would be like to make out on the beach, now I know that the sand is hard, despite a blanket it’s gritty, and it’s wet.”

“It’s not the only thing that is wet,” Said Tara seductively.

“I can’t believe you said that,” laughed Willow, secretly feeling smug and relieved that she was having that effect on Tara.

They walked to Willow’s cabin. Once they were inside, Willow eyed the small couch in the living area, and then her queen sized bed in the bedroom. Willow noticed that Tara was doing the same thing.

“Would you find me forward if I suggested we go into the bedroom? My days of making out on a couch are behind me.”

“I’m with you sister,” Replied Tara.

They went into the bedroom, kicked off their shoes and lay down on the bed. At first they just talked, but their talk turned into kissing, and their kissing to nuzzling and touching. Willow began kissing Tara’s neck and unbuttoned her shirt to gain access to her shoulders and chest, when she heard a loud knock on the door. Quickly Tara rebuttoned her shirt, and Willow tried to make herself presentable. She found herself face to face with Tara’s mother who took one look at the mussed hair of Willow and smiled.

“Um, sorry. We tried to convince Lila to spend the night, but she insisted that she wanted to come home.” Said Mrs. Maclay.

“I was scared Ima,” said a sleepy Lila. Willow picked her up and brought her to her bed. She was asleep before her head hit the pillow. Meanwhile, Tara’s mother had left, and Tara was standing in the living room.

“I feel like I just got caught making out by my mother.”

“That was because you just got caught making out by your mother” laughed Willow. They kissed goodnight and she left. Both of them had dreams that were full of what they had hoped would happen.



The next day went similarly to the previous one. However instead of Tara’s parents offering to keep the kids at the cottage for dinner, they took the kids into town and left Tara and Willow at the cottage. They had a romantic picnic on the beach. Both of them were on edge because they were not aware of when the Mcclays were going to get home with the kids. Both of them wanted to go back to Willow’s cabin, but they knew they would be tempting fate. Willow looked around the beach and saw that there was no one around. She decided to be daring, and asked, “Can I kiss you again?

“Yes, I’ve been wanting to since dinner.”

“Me too, why didn’t you ask?”

“Aside from the fact we are on a public beach, and the sun just went down… I think that I was worried that you didn’t feel the same way. I was worried that you were regretting last night."

“What made you think that?” asked Willow.

“Well, all day you seemed to not even want to look at me. You were either buried in your book or playing with the kids.

“I couldn’t look at you because I was afraid that everything I was feeling would be totally telegraphed to your parents and our children.” explained Willow. “I felt like if I looked at you too long, I was going to have to drag you off to the dunes and ravish you. “

“Ravish, I’m not sure that I ever have been ‘ravished’”, said Tara.

“Well, you deserve to be ravished.”

“Are you offering?” teased Tara.

“Oh, yes I am, but ravishing takes some time, so it can’t happen until I know that we have some time to ourselves.”

“So are you assuming that I would like to be ravished?”

All of a sudden, Willow got nervous. 'What if she wasn’t reading this situation right. What if all Tara wanted to do was kiss. What if she didn’t even really want to kiss her. Was she rethinking all of this? Had she gotten her wires crossed?

Tara could see all of the wheels spinning in Willow’s head. She leaned over and kissed Willow. She whispered in her ear, “I would love to be ravished by you, Ms. Rosenberg, and I also intend to ravish you.”

'Oh, good', thought Willow.

“Do you think we can afford to take the chance to go back you your cabin?”

“I don’t know. “

Their decision was quickly made for them when they heard two small people running on the boardwalk toward them. Before either of them could catch their breath, both girls were clamoring about wanting to keep spending time together.

“Can I go over and watch a movie at Anna’s cabin, Ima?

“Let’s go over and find out if it is Ok with Anna’s grandparents.”

They walked over and Lila and Anna began watching a movie. Mrs. Maclay suggested that maybe Willow and Tara would like to go sit on the beach or something.”

“Can we come too?”, asked the girls.

“No, let your parents have some alone adult time.” Said Mrs. Mcclay

“They get a lot of alone time together.” Commented Anna.

“Well, they are old friends who haven’t seen each other in a long time.”

“Oh…” replied Anna. Her attention changed to the movie, and she only slightly nodded when Tara gave her a kiss on the head as they left the cabin.

Willow and Tara left and pondered whether they wanted to go to the beach, or to Willow’s cabin. The decision was easily made because the cabin was more comfortable and private. As soon as they entered the cabin and closed the door, their lips were enmeshed. They couldn’t get enough of each other. Quickly, they went into Willow’s bedroom, both knowing what would most likely happen. They stood by the bed. Willow gazed into Tara’s blue eyes. She noted not much of the beautiful blue iris was showing, just dilated pupils. She thought to herself the reason for dilation and imagined that her green eyes were showing a similar cast.

'Put the scientist to sleep Roseberg, just stay in the moment'. Willow said to herself.

They resumed their kissing. Willow realized that she was never going to be able to stay standing, so she suggested that they lay down. Tara laid down on the bed on her back, and brought Willow’s small body on top of her. Their kisses began tentatively again, but soon were raw and demanding. After they paused to catch their breath, Willow began to kiss and lick Tara’s ears, and neck. She nipped at her pulse point and collarbone, and planted light kisses along her neck and shoulder. Willow began to unbutton Tara’s shirt, with each button released, she would nuzzle the skin that exposed. She kissed and sucked the exposed area between her breasts, while lightly stroking Tara’s sides over the shirt.

“You smell so good, like vanilla,” whispered Willow into Tara’s ear as she nipped on the flesh around her earring and flicked the studs in a manner that telegraphed what she would like to do to a similarly small, sensitive area of her body.

“I put on vanilla body lotion. I noticed that it was the scent that you seemed the most interested in when we were in the body oil shop. I also remembered that it was your favorite ice cream flavor.

“How do you remember that kind of thing?”

“I remember a lot about you. I've had fantasies about you and vanilla ice cream.”

“Sounds interesting….

“For another day.”

Willow resumed nuzzling Tara’s chest and stroking her torso. Tara’s hands were similarly caressing any part of Willow’s body that she could reach. Willow began kissing and licking around and under the area covered her bra. She took one of Tara’s nipples into her mouth and sucked, while she lightly touched her other breast over the covering. Tara’s body rose up to press more of her breast into Willow’s mouth.

“Please.”

“Please what” asked Willow.

“Please take my damn bra off. I can’t stand it.”

“My pleasure,” replied Willow. Willow undid Tara’s bra and slowly took it off kissing every bit of skin as it was released. She marveled at Tara’s white breasts. They were beautiful. Tara looked at Willow with passion in her eyes, and Willow resumed her worshipping of Tara’s beautiful, ample bosom. Willow suckled one breast while teasing the other breast’s nipple. Once again, Willow felt Tara’s body press her breast into her mouth until it was full. ‘
Meanwhile, Tara had moved her body so that her thigh was against the center of Willow’s shorts. She found herself lifting her leg to gain friction against the small body on top of her. Willow worried whether Tara would become too aware of her arousal from the heat emanating from her core. Tara began her own exploration of Willow’s neck and with one quick movement tugged at Willow’s tee-shirt. Willow ceased her sucking to allow the shirt to come off. The bra quickly followed and they lay with each other, Willow’s small breasts pressed against Tara’s larger ones.

“This feels so right” murmered Willow.

“Uh, huh” agreed Tara.

Tara flipped Willow over so she was on top. She began to suck one of Willow’s small breasts taking the whole thing into her mouth. She used her tongue to encircle the areola, and tickle the nipple.

Willow was amazed at the sensations going through her body. She had made love hundreds of times, but this felt different. Willow was about to try to ease Tara’s shorts off her body when she heard her daughter’s voice approaching the door.

“Shit” exclaimed Willow.

“What” asked Tara.

“Lila’s coming.”

“Oh,” exclaimed Tara as she grabbed her shirt and began buttoning it up. Willow put her tee shirt back on and went outside to stall her daughter and Mrs. Maclay so that Tara could get put together.

“Where is my mother?” asked Anna, who had accompanied them to the door.

“She’s inside, I think she’s in the bathroom.”

They were standing under the light in front of the cabin. Willow could see Anna examining her in a critical manner.

“You look funny, Why is your hair such a mess?” asked Anna.

“Don’t be rude”, commented Mrs.Maclay.

“I’m just asking, grandma.”

“I’m not sure Anna. I guess the wind must have made it messy. Why aren’t you watching the movie?” said Willow.

“Lila said she was tired and wanted to come home, and I want my Mama to come home.”

“What do you want sweetie,” asked Tara as she came out of the cabin.

“I want you to come back to OUR cabin. You spend too much time with her.” Anna said gesturing to Willow.

“Anna, what has gotten into you?” asked Mrs.MaClay.

“Nothing “, said a petulant Anna.

“Well, obviously Lila is not the only sleepy one. You are down right grumpy,” exclaimed Mrs. Maclay.

“Well, thank you for walking Lila back, I guess we’ll see you tomorrow."

“Goodbye,” said Anna grabbing her mother’s hand.

Tara looked Willow in the eye and her gaze attempted to communicate her disappointment in being interrupted.

Willow brought Lila to her bedroom. She thought that Lila was asleep and was about to get up to go to her own room when she heard a small voice say, Ima are you kissing Tara?”

“Why do you ask sweetie?”

“Anna said that she thought that you were kissing her mom.”

“Did she say anything else?”

“No just things about kissing. I don’t like talking about kissing, I think it is gross.”

“Someday you won’t feel that way.”

“Never,” yawned Lila. “If you are kissing Tara, it’s ok with me. I like her and I like Anna. Goodnight Ima.”

“Good night butterfly.”

Willow sat with Lila until she was sure that she was asleep. When she went outside the cabin, she found Tara sitting in one of the lounge chairs.
“It is much easier to have other adults around. My parents shooed me off and put Anna to bed.”

“I envy you, I’d really like to have someone around to share the burden. She asked me if I kissed you.”

“What did you say?”

“I did the old, why do you ask that ploy, she fell for it.”

“Anna asked me point blank too.”

“What did you say?”

“I asked her if she wanted to know the truth, and when she did, I said yes, I had kissed you.”

“How did she react?”

“She got a little miffed and then she asked if she could call my ex.”

“Do they talk often?”

“Every day.”

“That’s nice. Deborah only calls Lila about twice a week.”

“It’s important to Kristy to talk to Anna daily.”

“Yeah, when Lila’s at Deborah’s I talk to her every night.”

“So what did she say to your ex?”

“Nothing. She just talked about having a new friend and said that I was hanging out a lot with an old friend that I met on the beach.” Once she got off the phone, she said that she likes you and Lila, but she still wishes that I would get back together with her Mom.

“I don’t think that Lila thinks about that much. She doesn’t really remember when we were together and happy.”

“Anna doesn’t either, but she has told me several times that if I have to be gay I should at least stay with her mom.”

“She doesn’t like you being gay?”

“She doesn’t like anything that sets her apart from her friends. Most of her friends’ parents are straight and married, so she wants us to be together.”

“Have you ever thought about it?

“Getting married, no never really wanted to”

“No, getting back with your ex.”

“No way. Getting out of that relationship was one of the best things I have ever done for myself.”

“How ‘bout you. Do you ever think about getting back with your ex?”

“Um, the house would be really crowded, her girlfriend wouldn’t like it, and it would be the stupidest thing I could ever imagine doing. Nope, never.
“Anna gets a little possessive of me at times. It’s just been the two of us for awhile. But she adores Lila, so I think spending time with her will supersede her attempts to keep tabs on me. She asked me why I liked kissing you.”

“What was your answer?”

“Fortunately my father came into the room at that very moment, and I didn’t need to answer. Not that I wouldn’t admit to it, but I think that we need to figure out a united way to tell the girls about our relationship.”

'She is looking at this as a relationship. It’s not just me, and she’s not looking at this as a vacation fling. 'Thought Willow.

Did I just say we were in a relationship? Does she agree?

Willow squeezed Tara’s hand giving the message that she too saw this as a relationship that would eventually need to be explained to the girls.

They sat there quietly holding hands.

“Tara?”

“Yeah, Willow.”

“Can I make a confession.”

“I guess”

“I picked this week, this set of cabins with the small hope that you and your family would still be coming here.”

“Really?”

“Yup.”

“I guess then I should also make a confession.”

“What.”

“Even during the years that I came with my ex. I hoped that you’d be here. Every time I was on the beach and I saw a redhead, I hoped it was you. I’d wonder to myself what I would do if I ever came across you.”

“What did you think you would do?”

Tara blushed. “Well, I sort of..um..imagined that I would do this.” Tara got up, bent over and kissed Willow. They both felt the kiss from their heads to their toes.

“That’s sort of what I imagined too, but there was a little more to it.”

“Mine too. But that is something we will have to table. Right?”

“I guess.”

“I am so happy that I’ve finally found you.”

“Me, too. Well, let’s get back to our respective cabins before we get ourselves in trouble.” The two separated and went to their respective beds.


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Title: Atlantic Antics

Author: willowntara4ever

Rating: PG-R

Disclaimer: Josh Whedon owns the characters. I just imagine different lives for them

Feedback: Please . This is my first attempt at fan fiction

Notes: Love story with a little child created angst ; "Ima" mother in Hebrew . If I'm posting fast, it's because most of this story is done. I just need to format it for this type of posting.

Spoilers: None

Thoughts in italics

Atlantic antics
Truro Tales, Part Three

The next day, Willow, Tara, Anna and Willow decided to go on an afternoon whale watch after it became clear that it was not going to be a sunny day, nor was it going to be raining. Willow and Tara took the opportunity to sit very close to each other on the boat, pretending that it was necessary due to crowding and coolness. During a lot of the trip, Willow sensed that Anna was getting very upset with their intimacy. She planted herself right between the two on several occasions. Lila also was a little clingy and seemed to be trying to place herself in a manner that she was the only one getting Willow’s touch and attention. However her attention wavered when they found a group of whales. Watching the magnificent large mammals jump and splash their tails was amazing. Anna pretended to be quite knowledgeable about whales and Lila was very receptive to the information given by the older girl. Several times, Willow commented to herself that the two reminded her so much of them when they were younger. Once when they were at the side of the boat, Tara slipped her hand over Willow’s, Anna took this opportunity to drag her mother to another area of the ship to look at another group of whales. This became the pattern whenever Anna seemed to think that her mother and Willow were paying too much attention to each other.

After the whale watch, the four of them got some dinner and went back to their cabin. The Maclay’s invited Lila to come over to their cabin and play games. It appeared that Mrs. Maclay had made lots of plans to keep them busy and encouraged Willow and Tara to go ‘have fun’.”

Willow could see Tara’s obvious flushing at her mother’s comment, but kissed her family and left the cabin. They walked to Willow’s cabin and sat in the lounge chairs in front. Willow poured them both a glass of wine and they talked about the whale watch, and the beauty of the surroundings.

“Speaking of beauty”, segwayed Tara, “Have I told you how beautiful you are today. I was watching you explain the whales to the girls, and the sun was sparkling off your hair, you were glowing and you looked absolutely gorgeous. If there wasn’t our two kids and fifty other people, I think I would have attacked you right there and then.

“Well, that would have made quite a scene.”

“And embarrassed and confused the kids. So I controlled myself, but I have to say at this moment I am having some trouble controlling myself.”

“Maybe we should go inside.” whispered Willow.

“Sounds like an excellent idea.” Whispered Tara back.

They didn’t bother with the formalities of pondering staying in the living room or going to the bedroom. They both kicked off their shoes and lay down on Willow’s bed. Tara leaned against the headboard and Willow lay between her legs with her back against her chest.

Tara nuzzled Willow’s neck. “You smell really nice, like strawberries.”

“That’s my shampoo. I hope it isn’t too strong.”

“No, it’s perfect. You would smell nice to me whatever you wore.” Tara kissed Willow’s pulse point.

“You too… Tara..” asked Willow,‘before we get, you know…. I have a question for you. Do you have the same fears that I do?”

“I don’t know. What are you worrying about?” asked Tara hugging Willow and feeling scared that Willow was reporting fear.

“Well, I have near and far fears. The biggest near fear is that we are going to be interrupted by a small person soon.”

“and your far?” asked Tara

“I don’t know…” said Willow trying to stall.

“If you didn’t know, you wouldn’t have said you had them.” replied Tara.

“I thought I could get away with that.” admitted Willow

“Psychologist remember?” reminded Tara

“Oh yeah.”

“So?”

“I’m not sure I can put words to it.”

“Try. I’m here to hear anything.”

“I guess I am afraid that this is all a big dream and you are going to disappear again. Now that I have found you, I don’t think I could handle losing you again, and I sure can’t wait another twenty-five years. I plan to age well, but I don’t want to be alone until I am 60, and I don’t think anyone could ever meet my needs now that I have just had a taste of you,” babbled Willow.

Tara was quiet for a moment and began to laugh.

“I didn’t mean to be funny” said Willow all of a sudden feeling very vulnerable.

“I am sorry. My mind flashes to the gutter without my brain controlling it. I got caught in the “taste” idea and I went somewhere... Well… I’m sure you can imagine… a..and it hasn’t even happened yet.”

“I never knew you had such a dirty mind.”

“Well, it’s not like I was so aware of things when I was sixteen.”

“I was clueless.”

“Me too, but I have a clue now. And I know what I want.”

“Which is?”

“This…you.”

Willow was overcome by feelings and began to cry. Of course, Lila took that moment to come into the cabin and yell for her mother. Not being accustomed to knocking, she barged into the bedroom.

“Why are you crying Ima? Tara did you hurt my Ima?” asked a protective Lila.

“No, sweetie”, replied Tara, “Your Ima and I were talking about things from when we were younger and I think it made her a little sad.”

“You shouldn’t make her sad. Are you OK Ima. I can stay here if you need me to. I was coming to say that Anna asked me to sleep over, but I don’t have to stay at Anna’s.”

“It will be ok, good night butterfly.” Willow kissed her goodnight, walked her outside and made sure that she returned to the Maclay’s cabin and firmly closed and locked the door.

“Sorry about that.”

“Hey, no problem. She’s a spitfire.”

“She is.”

“Just like her Ima.”

Willow smiled.

“So where were we?” said Willow as she lay down on the bed facing Tara. Each gazed into the other’s eyes and saw themselves reflected. Willow reached out her hand to cup Tara’s cheek, traced her jawline and put her finger on her lips. They were so soft. Tara moved her head so that Willow’s digit was in her mouth. She utilized her tongue to forecast what she’d like to do to other parts of her body. Soon, Willow couldn’t handle it anymore and she attacked Tara’s mouth with furor. Once again their tongues fought for dominance, and neither relented. Eventually they fell into a mutually satisfying pattern.

Tara found herself wrapping her hands within Willow’s hair, and pulling her closer. She moved so the petite Willow was astride her, her hands stroking Willow’s back and playing with the hem where her shirt met her shorts. Tara snaked her hands up Willow’s torso, and was not surprised to find that there was nothing covering Willow’s breasts. She whispered seductively ”Did you expect this? No bra, what if I had decided that I wanted to go out, rather than stay in?

“I would have excused myself and put one on. Do you want to go out?” she purred.

“Hell no “, replied Tara pulling Willow’s shirt over her head.

Willow arched her back, so that Tara’s view was just of her pert breasts. Her nipples were puckered so tight Tara wondered if they hurt. She could feel a similar level of excitement in her own body, her nipples struggling against the lacy bra she had worn. Tara lifted her head and took one of Willow’s breasts into her mouth. Willow adjusted herself so that Tara could get her fill.

The feelings that Tara felt pulsing through her body were different than any she had experienced before. She felt that the world had stopped, and only she and Willow were moving. She looked out the window to see the setting sun’s rays reflected on Willow’s hair, causing a halo of light around her head. She must have been staring and her attention wavering, because Willow looked down and questioned what was on her mind.

“You look absolutely beautiful. Like an angel. The sunset is reflecting off your hair, and I feel like I am awash with orange light.”

“Well, I am not feeling particularly angelic”, replied Willow with a sultry voice. She straddled Tara’s body again, and as she rose, the light hit her back in a way that made it even more magnificent.

“It is amazing.”

‘What is amazing?” asked Willow, removing herself from Tara’s body and lying beside her.

“All of this. You… me… us.”

Willow began unbuttoning Tara’s shirt. Tara lay there continuing to look at Willow and wonder if this was real or a dream. Willow gently pushed her shirt off and began kissing and licking Tara’s torso from her neck to where her bra cupped her breasts. She then reached behind her saying “beautiful bra, but it’s got to go.” She removed the offending piece of clothing and lay on top of Tara and kissed her. She dragged her breasts against Tara’s and down her torso. She then began her kissing trek again. She kissed and licked from Tara’s collarbones to the space between her breasts. She took one nipple in her mouth and gently pinched the other. She switched the ministrations. As she felt Tara rise up to meet her, she continued her movement down Tara’s body. She put her tongue in her bellybutton, and played with the hole in a manner that made Tara clearly look forward to when her tongue was in another hole. She was just about to unbutton Tara’s shorts when they heard a loud knock, and Anna yelling. “MAMA”.

Tara put her bra and shirt back on, and went to the door.

“What”, said Tara a little more brusquely that she had intended. She looked at her daughter and Lila standing at the door.

“Lila doesn’t want to stay at our cabin.”

“Is that right Lila?” asked Tara trying to sound concerned.

“I want my Ima.”

Tara let the little girl come inside. By this time Willow too had put her tee-shirt back on, and she picked Lila up and brought her to her bedroom. Meanwhile, Anna stood in the living room glaring at her mother. “So are you going to come home now?” asked Anna.

“I’ll be back at the cabin in awhile. Willow and I still have some stuff we want to talk about.”

“Talk..yeah, sure.” sniped Anna.

“You better rethink that attitude young lady.” Warned Tara in her don’t mess with me mother voice. Anna appeared chastised and asked her mother to walk her back to their cabin.

Tara came back and they tried to resume where they had left off but the presence of Lila in the cabin made them feel self-conscious.

The two lay down, Willow’s body fit perfectly in the hollow of Tara’s torso. Willow thought to herself how wonderful it felt to have Tara’s breasts against her back. Tara found that her most comfortable spot was with her hand cupping onto one of Willow’s breasts. She also liked the feeling of Willow’s bottom pressing near her center. They had planned to just cuddle for a just little while, but they both fell asleep.

It was a good thing that they had covered themselves with the sheet, because just as the sun was about to rise, Willow found that a small person was staring at her.

“Ima, what is Tara doing in your bed?”

Willow quickly came to, and replied. “Well, you were supposed to be in her bed, so I offered to let her sleep here.”

“Oh. Why doesn’t she have a shirt on?”

“It was hot, and she said that she felt better without one on” explained Willow, “What are you doing up so early?”

“I woked up.”

“Yes, but it is still early, why don’t you go to your room and try to get some more sleep.”

“Can you tuck me in?”

“Sure” said Willow. She quietly got out of the bed and put her daughter into her own bed.

When she came back, a sleepy Tara asked “Where did you go?”

“Lila came in, and I put her to bed.”

“Oh,” replied Tara turning over. However, quickly this brought her into consciousness. “Did she see us?”

“Yup.”

“What did she say?”

“She just asked why you were here. I told her that I had invited you to spend the night because she was supposed to be in your bed. She accepted it as is. Though she questioned why you didn’t have a shirt on.”

“What did she see?”

“Just bare shoulders, she’s used to seeing me in bed without clothes, so I don’t think it really fazed her.

“I better go back to my cabin. I don’t want to have to cope with Anna’s questions. She’s almost nine. She isn’t as easily appeased.


It was the last full day of vacation. Because it was a beautiful sunny day, both Willow and Tara decided that the whole day should be spent outdoors enjoying the weather. After breakfast, Mrs. Maclay took the children to play in the ocean. Willow was sitting in her lounge chair, while Tara was getting a picnic lunch ready. Mr. Maclay walked up to Willow.

“So how are we going to go about convincing your daughter to leave the two of you alone for this last night?” asked Mr. Maclay.

“That’s not necessary sir.”

“Stop with the sirs, it makes me feel old. Oh, and judging from the looks on my daughter’s face. It is very necessary. “

Willow blushed.

“You think I don’t know that look. It’s the same one that Mrs. Maclay has been giving me for over 50 years.”

Too much information thought Willow to herself. She didn’t know what to say to him.

“Now you aren’t going to break my little girl’s heart, are you.”

“No sir. I don’t intend to. I’ve been in love with your daughter for the last twenty-five years, I don’t think it’s going to go away any time so.”

Oh, my Goddess, I just told her father that I loved her before, I told her.”
Mr. Maclay noticed Willow blanch. He hugged her, and whispered, “I think that she’s been in love with you too for that long, but I’m not going to be the one to tell her.”

Willow felt relieved and hugged him back.

“What are your doing hugging my grandfather?” asked Anna with not a very polite tone.

“I’m hugging her, sweetheart” replied the old man. “She’s an old friend.”

“If she’s such an old friend, why haven’t you ever talked about her before? It’s like she just shows up and all of a sudden everything is different. Mama doesn’t spend as much time with me. You guys are always trying to give them privacy. I like Lila, but I feel we are being pushed together so our mothers can be alone.”

“I am sorry Anna.” Replied Willow. I didn’t mean to take your mom away. I thought you were having a good time with Lila, and would rather spend time with her than us.

“Why is there an “us” that involves you now. ‘Us’ used to be Me, Mom and Mama. ‘Us’ is Mama and me.

“Wow you sound really angry. I didn’t know that it was bothering you so much.”

“Well it is. I wish you would just go away.”

Willow was shocked by Anna’s candor and said “Well, how about we have some family alone time. Lila and I will go off and do something away from here, and you and your family can do something.”

“That would be good.”

So Willow went and got Lila from the surf, they cleaned up, and then went into the town to window shop, see a show and have dinner. They didn’t get back until after sunset, and Lila was exhausted. Willow put her to bed and then sat down outside because it was so warm inside the cabin.

The ocean’s rhythmic beat almost put Willow to sleep, but she awoke quickly when she felt two lips lightly touching her own. Her eyes popped open and was happy to see that the kisser was Tara.

She sat down on the arm of Willow’s chair and began messing with Willow’s hair.

“So I hear that my daughter gave you an earful.”

“Sort of, but she has a point. I have been monopolizing your time. And I’d guess that I was not a constant piece of the vacation history. If my mom was getting all hot and heavy and I sensed that my grandparents were all in favor of it, I might feel some frustration too.

“Well, it is not her decision, and it is no excuse for her to be rude to you. We have one more night before we have to go. I don’t want to miss out on any opportunities. Who knows when we will be able to get together again.”

“We will figure it out. Providence and Portland are not that far apart, we have phones, we have the internet. Hey we can even “Twitter”.

“I don’t know how to Twitter?

“I’ll teach you.”

“You really think so.”

“I know so. Now that I have found you, I will not let you go, unless of course you decide that you want to go because you are your own boss.”

“I don’t see that happening. “

“I hope not.”

They sat on the boardwalk holding hands, silently wondering what the future had in store for them.

“So when do you think we can meet up again,” asked Tara

The image of ‘meet up’ triggered a rather graphic image in Willow’s mind and was reflected in her face, “I hope tonight, for at least a little bit of time.”

“That’s not what I mean... not that it isn’t what I want either… When do you think we could see each other again after tomorrow?”

“I don’t know. I had to shift a lot around my schedule to take this week off. My lab is pretty busy despite it being the summer. My graduate assistants are running the experiments, but I will owe them some vacation time. I’m not sure if I’ll be able to get away until maybe next month. “

“Next month,” said Tara looking rather glum.

“It’s the middle of this month already…” said a hopeful Willow.

“Yeah, I guess… Kristy has Lila for all of the week after next. I was hoping that maybe we could meet up then.”

“Well…I can’t be away from my lab for awhile, but that doesn’t preclude you coming to visit me… How about we look on our schedules and see if they overlap. Maybe we could even take a day trip to Ogunquit. Keep up with the ocean theme.”

“That would be cool. I haven’t been there for awhile.” We could-“

“Mama!” yelled Anna from their cabin. “Where are you?”

“Over here sweetheart.”

“Are you with her?” said Anna in a way the emphasized the ‘her’ to sound like an alien.

“Yes. I am with Willow. What do you need?”

“Can you come read me a story?”

Willow looked at Tara and nodded that she thought that she should go attend to Anna. Tara reluctantly got up and went to her cabin to read and put Anna to bed.

Willow went into her cabin and got ready for bed. As time went by, she figured that Tara had fallen asleep or gotten tied up somehow. Willow felt disappointed but realized that it was the price of dating a woman with a kid. She was starting to fall asleep herself when she heard a light tapping on the door.

Willow went to the door, looked out, saw it was Tara, she opened the door.

“Anna was fighting sleep. I think she thought if she waited long enough I would fall asleep and she’d have me hostage.”

“I have to admit, I might’ve fell for it. I have found myself drifting off to sleep with Lila a few times”

“So can I come in?”

“Of course,” said Willow letting her in.

“I probably need to go back before she wakes up, but I thought we could….you know….”

“What?” asked Willow feigning innocence.

“Um, I thought that maybe I could hang out with you.”

“You want to hang out, what does that entail.”

“This,” said Tara as she embraced Willow and began to kiss her passionately.

“Lila’s can be a light sleeper, we’ll have to be quiet.”

“I think we can manage.”

“I’m sure we can.”

They were walking back to Willow’s room when Tara’s phone began to vibrate and ring. Tara quickly grabbed it from her back pocket. She saw that it was her ex and she wondered why she’d be calling this late. She answered,

Tara moved to the couch and sat down. “I did not leave Anna alone, she is with my parents…well I don’t know why she called you….well…she is a child. I’m an adult, I can spend time with whomever I want...no, I’m not neglecting my dd..daughter…. I have spp..pent plenty of time with her… No, it is not someone I just mm..met… and I’m not…what does it matter what her name is….we haven’t even…she hasn’t seen anything… Listen if you can’t speak to me in a civil voice I am not going to talk to you …I’ll be home tomorrow…ww.we can talk about this when I drop her off. Goodbye,” said Tara as she shoved the phone back in her pocket.

Willow sat down on the couch next to Tara. She didn’t know what to say, so she just tried to look supportive.

“I think I am going to strangle Anna.”

“It’s not her fault.”

“She knew where I was, and her grandparents were out just in front of the cottage. I don’t know where she got a phone…Oh, I bet my dad left his on the kitchen table. She must have sneaked out and ‘borrowed it’ to call Kristy. She claimed that she woke up and she was all alone in the cabin and she got scared.”

“Well, maybe that is what happened.”

“I don’t think so. I think she knew if she called Kristy and said I’d abandoned her for some woman I’d just met that she’d go ballistic and call me.”

“Anna really isn’t so happy about us getting together is she?”

“Nope. She claimed that I’d been neglecting her and spending all of my time with you.”

“Maybe that is how she feels…It sounds like you need to go back to her and find out why she did it…she’s got to be your first priority.”

“That is probably why she did it…t..t..to make me come back to the cabin. I still want to strangle her.”

“Wouldn’t be a good idea. I don’t think that your parents would approve and Lila would be devastated. Your ex must really still get to you. You were stuttering up a storm.”

“Really? I feel so angry at her.”

“Who are you the angriest at, Anna? Kristy? Yourself?”

“I don’t know. I feel angry at both of them, and a little embarrassed that I got caught sneaking out by my almost nine year-old.”

“I can see that. Now listen, hopefully we will get a few minutes alone tomorrow before we have to go, and if not we’ll talk, and write…and see each other again soon, sans children.” She smiled a seductive smile at Tara.

Tara leaned over toward Willow and kissed her passionately. When they came up for air… Willow pushed her gently aside and said, “You better get going before….”

“before what?”

“before my body takes over from my mind, and tells me that you should stay here, rather than go.”

“I like how your body talks,” replied Tara in a sultry manner.

‘Well, it looks forward to talking to you again soon, but my brain is telling me that you’ve got to go and take care of your daughter.”

“I know, I know,” said Tara getting up and walking to the door. “Willow?”

“Yes.”

“I really wish we had more time.”

“Me too, good night, see you in the morning.”

Tara walked back to her cabin. She entered the cabin prepared to have a serious conversation about all of the boundaries that Anna had broken, but when she got inside her daughter was asleep with the phone still in her hand. She went toward her to get the phone and her daughter grabbed her hand and sleepily said, “Mama?”

“Sh..sweetie, go back to bed. I’ll be in after I say goodnight to Pops and Gramma.”

“Ok, see you soon…” said Anna as she drifted off to sleep again.

Tara walked out of the cabin and sat down in a lounge chair next to her parents.

“Why are you back? I thought you’d be sneaking off to Willow’s for the last night.”

“Um…your granddaughter decided to use your phone to call Kristy and say that she was all alone.”

“No.” said Mrs. Maclay

“Could I make that up?” asked Tara

“So did Kristy call you?” asked Mr. Maclay.

“Yes, and she seemed to be taking Anna’s perceptions hook line and sinker. The kid had convinced her that I’d been neglecting her all vacation, and that she couldn’t find any of us,” replied Tara.

“I didn’t even hear her go into the kitchen. We’ve been sitting here since you left.”

“She can be quiet and sneaky when she wants to. I wanted to strangle her.”

“Well, I’m glad you made a good choice and didn’t. You’d not see Willow again if you were in jail, and I think you’d regret it.” said Mrs. Macclay

“I guess so…I just feel really pissed.”

“You were looking forward to one more night with Willow and it got ruined. I’d be feeling disappointed too.” said Mrs. Maclay.

“Well, I guess we better get to sleep soon. We have packing and traveling ahead of us tomorrow.”

“I’m also upset because I didn’t want this to be the way Kristy found out.”

“You think Anna wouldn’t have immediately told her when she got to her house?” asked Mrs. Maclay.

“I didn’t think it mattered so much.”

“Of course it matters, sweetie,” said Mrs. Maclay, “she’s feeling left out. She’s been the number one person in your life and now she’s afraid of having to share the attention.”

“She’s still the number one person, it just that I have another one too.”

“She’ll get used to it, just give her a chance,” said Mr. Maclay

“I guess I don’t have any choice do I.”

“Nope, not unless you want to let an almost nine year-old dictate your life. She’s been too much of your focus these past years. I am so glad you and Willow reconnected. You need an adult who loves you,” said Mrs. Maclay

“You think she loves me?”

“I’m pretty sure of it, but I’m sure she’ll tell you soon.”

“I’ve been in love with her since I was sixteen.”

“I promise that I will make sure that you and Willow get a few moments together before we leave. If I have to drag the girls off for ice cream,” said Mr. Maclay.

“Oh, that would be such a sacrifice dear, ”teased Mrs. Maclay.

“Good night guys. I’ve had a really fun time.”

“Good night sweetheart, see you in the morning.”

Tara went into the cabin, got ready for bed and lay down in the single bed that felt very lonely after the past few nights.


Willow awoke to the sun streaming through her windows and Lila bouncing on the bed.

“Come on Ima. Don’t waste our last morning sleeping. I want to go to the beach.”

Willow drowsily looked at the clock radio beside her bed and saw that it was after seven. She understood her daughter’s elation and agreed to go out and sit on the beach with her for awhile before they needed to start packing up and getting ready to leave. As they walked out of their cabin they saw Mrs. Mcclay gathering up the towels and bathing suits that she’d left drying on the line, and Mr. Maclay was already bringing boxes of belongings into the van. Willow’s heart sank when she realized that they were already getting ready to go.

Willow refocused her attention onto her daughter who had already run to the edge of the water and was gathering up the wet sand to begin her newest creation. Willow sat down on her beach chair and tried to read while she watched her daughter, but her attention continued to wander from the writing to the feeling of emptiness that was resonating through her chest. ‘Hold it together Rosenberg’ she admonished herself ‘its only been a few days that you’ve been with her. You don’t even know if this is going to last or if it was a pleasant vacation trist. She says that she wants to stay in touch, but maybe once she gets home, she’ll realize that a long distance relationship doesn’t meet her needs. She deserves a girlfriend who is always around…’Hey, snap out of it. You are a worthy person ’countered the self-confident part of her brain, ‘You are wonderful and you deserve all of the happiness that you’ve gotten, and if these feelings have lasted twenty-five years, they can survive a few hundred miles.”

“Penny for your thoughts?” said a voice behind her. Tara walked up and plunked herself down next to Willow.

“I don’t think they are worth a penny.”

“I am sure they are worth more.”

“No they are not. I am just sitting here feeling sorry for myself and wishing that the vacation wasn’t over.”

“I hear you. I don’t know why my father insists on packing the car at the crack of dawn. We’re not even planning to leave until after lunch.”

‘Really!” said a happier Willow, “I was figuring that you were getting ready to go now.”

“Nope, Anna and I came out here to enjoy the last morning on the beach too.” She was supposed to be following me, but I guess she got hung up with my mother.

“She’s probably trying to avoid us.”

“You think?”

“I don’t know. Hey Lila,” Willow yelled out to her daughter, “Why don’t you go up to the McClay’s cabin and see if Anna wants to help you build a sandcastle.”

“Ok, Ima,” said her little sandpiper and she darted across the sand, up the stairs and over to the cabin. Both Willow and Tara could hear her happy chatter coupled with Mrs. Maclay’s more melodic tone, and the lilt of Anna’s voice.

“I wonder what they are talking about?”

“If my mother’s a part of it, it can’t be good. Or it might be really good,” said Tara smiling.

A few minutes later, Mrs. Maclay called to the two of them and asked if it was Ok if she took the girls to the store and to play on the playground for awhile.

Both mothers expressed their agreement. As soon as they saw the three bodies leaving in the distance, they went up to Willow’s cabin.

“I didn’t think we were going to get any time,” said Willow.

“I told you we would.”

“I didn’t think I’d be so lucky.”

“My mom was really sorry that she’d not caught Anna grabbing the phone. She feels like it is her fault all of that happened last night.”

“I hope you told her it wasn’t”

“Of course, but I am sure that she still feels bad.”

“So…what should we do with this time?”

“Maybe this” said Tara planting a kiss upon Willow’s moist lips, “or this” as she moved her mouth onto Willow’s pulse point and cupped Willow’s bottom with her hands.

Willow felt her knees begin to buckle. She was amazed at the power that Tara had over her body. Tara walked Willow backward through the door to the bedroom and gently nudged her legs against the bed. Willow sat down and brought Tara on top of her. They continued to kiss and touch each other’s bodies on top of their clothes. Tara began to remove Willow’s top, when Willow said, “Lets just stay like this. I don’t want to be all worried about when they are coming back. I just want to be close to you, to hold and be held by you.”

They adjusted themselves so that they were sitting against the headboard with Willow under Tara’s arm.

“Are you still afraid?” asked Tara.

“Yeah, what if you get home and realize this was a big mistake, just like the last time.”

“It won’t happen again. It didn’t really happen that time either…I am a much different person than I was then. I know what I want and I’m not going to let a little bit of distance change that.”

“It’s going to be so hard.”

“Yup, but we can handle it. I think our biggest problem is going to be trying to convince Anna that this is not something she can control or manipulate. I feel like she has already tried to pull out all the stops.”

“Has she done this with other women you have dated?”

“No, I didn’t date much and she wasn’t aware of any of the dates I had. None of them made it to the time that I’d introduce her to them. How has Lila dealt?”

“I think I’ve been on maybe three dates since the break-up, and none of them resulted in any second dates, so it never was an issue. As you have heard from some of her comments, she wants me to find someone. I think she see’s Deborah and Sandra and thinks that I should have someone.”

“I agree... me.”

Willow smiled and thanked the goddess for the 100th time for bringing Tara back into her life. She snuggled into Tara’s body and Tara began playing with her hair and gently touching her face. She moved her head so that she could see Tara’s clear blue eyes. Her eyes looked distant and somewhat troubled.

“What are you thinking about?” asked Willow.

“Nothing much, just wishing there was more time…the idea of not seeing you…I feel like so much time has been wasted.”

“There is no such thing as wasted time. There is a reason that we found each other now, it wasn’t time then, it is now. At least that is my belief. If I think too hard about ‘what if’ or ‘I wish’ it gives me a headache. I always default to Lila. If different things had happened, I wouldn’t have her, and the world would be a different place. “

“I guess when I think about things being different, Anna is always part of the equation. I can’t imagine my life without her. How about just wishing that we’d met a few years earlier?”

“We’d be different people. It was supposed to happen now, and you know what else I think should happen now?”

“No” said Tara.

“This” said Willow as she turned around, pulling Tara down onto the bed and laying on top of her. She began kissing Tara’s eyes, and face, just slightly teasing her lips. Every time that she came close to Tara’s lips she could see and feel Tara’s desire to have their mouths together. Her mouth would slightly pucker, and Willow could sense her tongue just inside of lips. After teasing her for a few minutes, Willow succumbed to Tara’s wishes and they began to kiss. This kiss was less demanding than previous ones. It seemed that both women were trying to imprint the feel of the other’s mouth to keep them until the next time they had the opportunity to be together.

Too soon, Willow heard Mrs. Maclay and the girls coming back toward the cottages. She looked at the clock and saw that it was almost noon. She knew that Tara’s father was probably itching to get going. They both got up, straightened their clothes. Willow went into the bathroom to brush her teeth and finish packing up the bathroom accessories. Tara attempted to walk nonchalantly out of the cabin so that her family would not notice the pain in her eyes.

“Your dad wants to get going soon, sweetie,” said Mrs. Maclay noticing the clear sadness in her daughter’s eyes. Tara walked into their cabin to make sure that there was nothing she forgot.

“Anna, did you get Lila’s address and telephone number so that you can keep in touch.”

“I didn’t figure that would be needed.” Snapped Anna.

Mrs. Maclay noticed that Lila’s eyes began to tear.

“I think you hurt Lila’s feelings. I think she thought that you were saying that you didn’t want to keep in touch with her.”

“No, Lila” said Anna trying to be sweet. “I want to keep in touch with you. I just figured that our moms had each other’s info and they’d help us with addresses and phone numbers.”

“Oh…” said Lila. “I am going to miss you Anna. You are my bestest friend.”

“I can’t be your best friend. We just met. My best friend’s name is Tammy.”

Lila again looked confused and the tears became more pronounced.

“I think what she is trying to say Anna is that she likes you and is happy to be your friend. Remember she’s younger than you, best friends mean something different to seven year-olds, “ admonished Mrs. Maclay

“Oh. “ said Anna. “Well, goodbye maybe we’ll see each other again some time.” Anna picked up her backpack from the pile that still needed to be put in the van, and went to settle herself into her seat.

Lila stood there looking at the space that Anna had vacated and ran into the cabin to find her mother.

When Lila came toward Willow with tears streaming down her face, she took the child into her arms and hugged her.

“What’s wrong.”

“Anna was being mean, and I liked her, she said I couldn’t be her best friend, but she is and I’m going to miss her, and it made me feel sad,” Poured out the child.

Willow was afraid that she was going to begin weeping too, but knew that she needed to keep it together so as not to scare her daughter.

“What’s wrong?” asked Tara coming into the door.

“Just not a very delicate goodbye I think. Anna’s anger at us got directed at Lila.”

“I’m sorry that happened, sweetie,” said Tara coming down to her level and giving the child a hug. “She’s been grumpy all morning. She doesn’t like when vacation is over. But that doesn’t excuse her behavior. I will talk to her.” Tara looked at Willow and saw the same grief reflected in her eyes.

“NO.” adamantly said the child.”I don’t want her to be in trouble. I just feel sad.”

“She’s not going to get in trouble. I’ll just remind her to try to be nicer.”

“Just forget it OK?” said the child vehemently.

Tara shrugged and got up from the floor. Willow also got up and told Lila to go check her room for any spare items.

“So I guess this is goodbye for awhile.”

“Yup. I don’t think I am up to watching your car leave”, said Willow biting her lip.

“I don’t think I’m up to leaving with you watching.”

They gave each other a hug and kiss, and Tara went out to her van.

After Tara left, Lila came up to Willow and put her hand in her mother’s hand.

“You’ll see her again, Ima. Don’t be sad.”

Willow chuckled, “We’ll be OK. I think we’ll see them again soon.”

“Good, I like all of their family. I wish Oma and Papa were more like the Mcclays. They are really nice…Not that Oma and Papa aren’t nice it’s just….”

“I think I know what you mean, I always wanted to be part of their family. I was always jealous of Tara having parents that seemed to be so loving.”

“Maybe we can be part of their family.”

“Maybe.”

“So why is Anna mad at you.” Willow was amazed that nothing seemed to get past Lila.

“Um…” said Willow, “I don’t think she likes me spending time with her Mom.”

“Why not.”

“You’d have to ask her.”

“I did.”

“What did she say?”

“She said that her Mama and Mom were supposed to kiss, not her Mama and you.”

“Did that make sense to you?”

“Sort of. Sometimes I wish that you and Mom still lived together, but I don’t’ think Sandra would be happy if you two kissed.”

“That is true. You are a very logical child.”

“I like being logical.”

“Good”, Willow hugged her daughter and they finished loading the car and left the beach.


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Title: Atlantic Antics

Author: willowntara4ever

Rating:R-NC-17

Disclaimer: Josh Whedon owns the characters. I just imagine different lives for them . I have no investment in the Disney channel characters nor popular computer technology (ie. Facebook)

Feedback: Please . This is my first attempt at fan fiction

Notes: Love story with a little child created angst ; If I'm posting fast, it's because most of this story is done. I just need to format it for this type of posting. Facebook facimile is not true to form, rather reflects a good use of space.

Spoilers: None

Thoughts in italics

Chapter Two: Interlude One
The night that she returned from the Cape, Willow was laying in bed reading a story on the Internet. She had dropped off Lila at Deborah and Sharon’s house and was sort of enjoying, but also dreading, the solitude. She decided that she would check her Facebook page.

As she opened it up, she saw that Tara had requested to add her as a “friend.” She accepted the invitation and went into Tara’s profile to see what was on it. She was looking through pictures of Tara and her parents. In a few pictures there was a woman who Willow suspected was Kristy because she was with Anna in birthday pictures. Willow noted that there were few pictures of Tara. She figured that Tara must be the main photographer in the family. Willow was so busy looking through the pictures that she didn’t see that Tara’s name had come up on the members who were on line. She saw the little balloon pop up and saw that it was Tara.
Tara: Hey, good to see that you got home safely.

Willow: You too. How was the trip?”

Tara: Quiet. Yours?

Willow: Lila chattered throughout a lot of the trip. She finally fell asleep close to when we got to Boston.

Tara: Thank Goddess for built in video screens. Anna just put in a movie and watched it.

Willow: What movie?

Tara: Some preteen movie, some Montana kid or something.

Willow: Lila likes her too.

Tara: She sings well.

Willow: Anna?

Tara: No the Montana kid.

Willow: So what are you up to now?

Tara: Just put in laundry and decided to check the computer. U

Willow: Same thing - the laundry. left it for tom.
Tara: You have someone named Tom to do your laundry.

Willow: HaHa. LOL

Tara: Wet towels are too smelly.

Willow: They are in the basement. I don’t have to smell them now.

Tara: Ours is off the kitchen

Tara: What is your house like?

Willow: split level, yours?

Tara: Ranch. Miss you.

Willow: Miss you too.

Tara: Did you look at your schedule yet?

Willow: No, let me go to my calendar function. U staying on?

Tara: Sure, I’ll play some games. Write when U back.

Willow went to her calendar function and figured out when there was a good time for her to visit. She wrote down several dates.

Willow: Back.

Tara: Beautiful.

Willow: Huh?

Tara: Your back is beautiful. I love the freckles.

Willow: ;>

Tara: Wish I was there to see it.

Willow: Wish U were here too. Sucks that we both don’t have children and are so far away.

Tara: Fly?

Willow: Do you have a skill you didn’t tell me about. Can U fly?

Tara: Wish I could.

Willow: Me too. So..how is the weekend of August 10th?

Tara: Let me look.

Tara looked at her custody schedule and got back to the chat.

Tara: Not so good. Kristy and her girlfriend are at Michigan.

Willow: 17th?

Tara: Too long. ;<

Willow: Every other weekend…

Tara: Negotiate?

Willow: Work.

Tara: : <

Willow: Here or beach?

Tara: your choice.

Willow: No chance of interruption at beach. More romantic?

Tara: Yes. Do you think you can get reservations, it’s peak season? Interruption?

Willow: Deborah and Lila sometimes just drop in on her weekends. I have a friend who has a beach house near Ogunquit, she has gone out of the country and told me I can use it whenever I want in August and September.

Tara: Kristy picks Anna up from camp, so I can be there any time after noon.

Willow: I can try to get there by one. If I go in and run the experiments in morning, I can be good until Sunday morning.

Tara: students?

Willow: Off. Week before semester starts.

Tara: O Do you think we can do this often?

Willow: Go to the beach?

Tara: No, I mean yes I’d love to spend time at the beach with U, but I meant chat.

Willow: Sure? But why not phone?

Tara: Reception.

Willow: Huh?

Tara: Bad reception in home.

Willow: land line?

Tara: Expensive. Internet, monthly fee.

Willow: We may have to work on that.

Tara: O.

Willow: Friends and Family.

Tara: Which one me?

Willow: Friend….

Tara: Definitely. Getting tired.

Willow: Ok. Night Night.

Tara: Night.

Both women wrote, but didn’t send. “Love you.” They both figured that those were words that needed to be said aloud first.

They continued their internet chatting daily with a few phone calls in between when one of them needed to hear the other’s voice. Both of them were counting the days until they would meet in Ogunquit. What they hoped would happen was the subject of many dreams and daytime fantasies.


Chapter Three: Maine Ministrations

Willow got to her friend’s house before noon. She had gotten up very early to do the necessary work and had even been able to arrange one of her techs to take care of the experiments on Sunday. She was looking forward to two days and two nights of being alone with Tara and getting to know her better without the interference of children and parents. Willow walked around the house trying to make it seem lived in. She opened window to allow the sea air to come in. She had brought several bunches of flowers that she put in various rooms of the house. In the bedroom, she had a vase full of roses for Tara.

Willow had difficulties controlling her nervous excitement and was pacing back and forth in the house checking that everything was just as she wanted it to be. Willow thought that she was going to explode from anticipation. Tara had been unable to say exactly when she would be arriving so Willow didn’t know how long she would be waiting. She tried to pick out a book from her friend’s library, but nothing seemed to appeal to her. She decided to sit out on the deck and look at the sea in the distance.

At exactly 12:30, she heard a knock at the door. She ran to open it and was so happy to see Tara. Tara was holding a bouquet of flowers, a bottle of wine, and a small overnight bag. Willow took all of the items from her hands and enveloped her in an enormous hug. She began to babble.

“So, did you have any trouble finding it here? Were my directions clear, was there a lot of traffic around Boston. I should have thought about the traffic. I hope you didn’t have to wait long in it. These flowers are beautiful, how did know I liked daisies, they are my favorite, I need to put them in a vase, the wine… I need to put it in the refrigerator. Is it the kind of wine that goes in the refrigerator, I can never remember which one is supposed to be served at room temperature and which cold”

Tara followed Willow to the kitchen and waited while she flitted around finding a vase for the flowers, Once they were in the vase, and the wine was in the refrigerator she quieted Willow with a deep kiss. She murmered, “Ah, now I know how to calm your babbling down”

“It works every time,” sighed Willow as she tightened her grip on Tara’s torso.

“Good to know,” whispered Tara as she moved Willow’s body around so that her back was against a counter for support.

“I could do this forever,” said Willow.

“This and more,” replied Tara.

After a few minutes of kissing, Tara said, “Well, this is a beautiful house. Can you show me more of it?”

“Sure” said Willow.

“I especially would like to see the upstairs.”

“The downstairs is the nicest part, the upstairs is only bed…Oh…”, said Willow getting the message.

She took Tara’s hand and brought her upstairs to the bedroom where they would be sleeping.

The room had large glass French doors that opened up onto a small balcony that had two rocking chairs. There was an unobstructed view of the ocean. Willow had left the doors open, so there was the salty smell of the ocean and a pleasant breeze. Willow walked out onto the balcony, while Tara went to freshen up. Tara then walked out onto the balcony to join Willow. She took her hand and led Willow back into the bedroom.

They lay down on the bed facing each other. Willow began tracing the contours of Tara’s face. They moved closer and began to kiss again. Willow’s hands began to caress Tara’s back, and she ardently pulled at her shirt to get access to skin rather than the fabric. She broke the kiss and moved Tara so that she was lying on her back. Tara was wearing the same button down shirt that she’d worn on the Cape. As Willow began unbuttoning the first button, she remarked, “I love this shirt, it is like opening a present”, to which Tara replied, “I know, that’s why I wore it.”

Willow began kissing Tara’s neck and shoulders and every part of Tara’s skin that was exposed as she unbuttoned the shirt. Tara was wearing a lacy bra that complimented her very soft assets. Willow buried her face in the cleft between Tara’s breasts. Tara pulled up Willow’s tee-shirt and unclasped her bra so that her hands had total access to Willow’s smooth back. Willow snaked her arms around Tara’s back and undid the clasp of her bra and pushed the garment up above Tara’s breasts. She began suckling one breast, while gently caressing the other one and her chest. Willow undid the last buttons of the shirt, and began kissing Tara’s silky, womanly stomach. She teased Tara’s bellybutton with her tongue until she could feel Tara begin to writhe beneath her.

Tara’s hands reached out to touch some part of Willow. Willow moved up and kissed her on the lips and whispered. “Just lay back and enjoy.”

Willow took off her own shirt. Tara tried to hold Willow on top of her, but she squirmed off and continued her exploration beyond the bellybutton to the top of Tara’s shorts. She opened Tara’s shorts and began kissing her stomach. Willow was amazed at the heady aroma coming from Tara’s nether regions. She could sense the warmth and she nuzzled under the hem of the match to the lacy bra. Willow placed little kisses to the line from Tara’s belly button to the top of her public hairs. Tara arched her pelvis allowing Willow to slide her shorts and underwear off. Willow just looked at this blond goddess in front of her and thanked the universe for giving her this opportunity. Tara took this opportunity to rise up and bring Willow down on top of her again. She grabbed Willow’s shorts and underwear and took them off in one fluid motion. Nothing was between them now. They began to kiss some more, rubbing their bodies against each other. Willow could feel Tara’s wetness as she placed her leg between Tara’s thighs, and Tara could feel the same. Willow used her mouth to suck one of Tara’s breasts and one hand was on her shoulder while the other began to tickle the short hairs covering Tara’s mound. She placed one finger in the slit of Tara’s womanhood, and used her thumb to find the small bunch of nerves that were bathed in the wetness.

“You are so wet.” Whispered Willow into Tara’s ear.

“Um..” said Tara starting to lose her ability to speak.

“You don’t have to say anything, just lay back and let me make love to you.”

Willow added another finger to the massaging of Tara’s clit and another fingers inside her canal. Willow could feel Tara’s vagina pulsating, and it felt as though it was trying to pull her fingers in deeper.

“Another,” moaned Tara.

“Another what?” asked Willow seductively.

“Another finger, please?”

Willow complied and she brought her three fingers in and out of Tara’s opening. As Willow sensed that Tara was almost at the brink of orgasm, she moved her body so that she could use her lips and tongue as well as her fingers to bring Tara to her conclusion. She felt Tara’s rise up to meet her tongue and she drank her juices while the orgasm undulated through Tara’s body. Tara grabbed the sheets below her and bit her lip to keep from moaning .

“Let it go” whispered Willow, “there is nobody around to hear us”. She rose to the ministrations of her new lover. Multiple orgasms swept through her body as Willow attended to her and kept the rollercoaster going and going. Once she could take no more, Tara raised up and brought Willow’s mouth to her own. She could taste the saltiness of herself on Willow’s mouth and could not get enough of her strong and very talented tongue.

When Tara regained her ability to speak, she exclaimed “Wow… I have fantasized about this... I have dreamed about this… but it was even better than I ever could imagine. That was amazing. I have never had an orgasm like that before. I thought I knew what an orgasm felt like, but that was totally different. That was awesome.”

“And they say I babble”, said a very happy, but tired Willow.

They lay there exhausted for a few moments. Tara rose up on her arm and began tracing the contours of Willow’s face. She was awestruck that she was finally in bed with this wonderful woman. Willow’s eyes were heavily lidded, as Tara began touching Willow’s chest.

“If you are tired, you don’t have to do this. I’m Ok,” said Willow.

“I know I don’t have to. I want to. I want to make love to you. I want to taste you, I want to smell you, I want to be one with you. Just lay back and let me.”

Willow had a hard time not touching Tara as she began making love to her. Tara began by taking Willow’s entire breast into her mouth and tantalizing the nipple until she was moaning in pleasure. She brought her fingers down to Willow’s center and touched and squeezed the hard nub until Willow pulled away.

“Too….too…sensitive…inside…. please…,” Choked out Willow.

Tara put one, then two, then three fingers inside Willow. She flexed her finger trying to find the G-spot and was rewarded with a stream of fluid that went down her fingers. Tara pushed Willow’s legs up so that she was leaning against the headboard with her legs bent and Tara’s head between. Willow grabbed Tara’s hair as she used her tongue and teeth to torture her sore nub. As soon as Willow didn’t think she could take it anymore and was going to ask her to stop, Tara would cease her ministrations, and use her adept tongue inside her slit, and her inner thighs. After four or five cycles of this, Willow could feel her orgasm coming, and like Tara was afraid of the noise that was gathering up inside her. As she thought that she was destined to scream, Tara came up and kissed her allowing the scream to enter her mouth rather than the air.

Willow liked this position, because she was able to get her hand back into Tara’s wetness, and they rode each other’s hands until they both had multiple orgasms. They both collapsed onto the bed.

“Wow, I’m not as young as I used to be,” said a very satiated Tara.

“Me either, but I think for two old gals, we did a pretty good job.”

“I would say we did.”

They lay in each other’s arms, and then spooned each other. Tara was amazed how Willow’s small, slender body fit perfectly inside her arms. It was like she was made to fit into her. They talked, and made love, and dozed until the sun began to set. Willow’s head was laying on Tara’s stomach while Tara played with Willow’s hair. Willow felt Tara’s stomach rumbling.

“Are you hungry?”

“Sort of, but I don’t want to get out of bed.”

“I can go get some food.”

“But I don’t want you to get out either,” said Tara grabbing a hold of Willow’s nude body.

“Well…”

“Another deep subject..”

“Yes, um. We can go downstairs and get something to eat. I brought food for us.

“That would involve putting on clothes.”

“Not necessarily.”

“You have to wear clothes when you eat…” Willow looked at her and cocked her eyebrow “…food. It is a rule.”

“Whose rule?”

“Mine. When Anna was younger she felt that clothing should be optional. I made that rule to avoid accidents.”

“It made sense then, but I don’t know about now.

“I’d feel more comfortable.”

“What about a compromise?”

“What?”

“Shirts and underpants.”

“Are you sure nobody can see us in the kitchen from the beach?”

“Positive, I went out to look.”

“So you had this all planned?”

“Most of it, didn’t you.”

“Well, not all of the details.”

“I just had a rough outline. But I hoped that we wouldn’t need many clothes at least during some of the weekend.”

“You hussy.”

“That’s your hussy, missy.”

“You think you are so funny.”

“I know I am funny, and I know I am also hungry.”

They went downstairs and had some of the prepared food that Willow had purchased. Afterwards they put on shorts and sat on the porch looking at the moonlight reflecting off the ocean and listening to the waves. Willow yawned widely.

“Are you tired?”

“Sort of. I had trouble sleeping last night.”

“How come?”

“Excitement I guess.”

“What were you excited about?”

“You know.”

“I do. But I want to hear you say it.”

“I would have never known this about you.”

“There is a lot you don’t know about me…yet. So say it.”

“I was excited because I thought… I hoped …that I would finally be able to make love to you.”

Tara smiled at Willow’s candor. She took her hand. Willow yawned again.

“You need to go to bed.”

“Again Ms. Mcclay, I would think that after all of those orgasms you wouldn’t have energy for more.”

“I have plenty of energy, but now, I think it is time for us to go to bed and to sleep. We need our energy for tomorrow.”

“What are we going to do tomorrow?”

“Hopefully more of what we did today, and some window shopping. I have always wanted to see Ogunquit.”

“It is a nice town.”

“I look forward to seeing it.”

They both got up, Willow went to the bathroom first, and then got into bed. Tara followed and when she got into the bed, Willow was dozing. She took off her clothes and got under the sheets and was pleased to discover a nude Willow.

“I’m sorry. I want to stay awake…”

“No, go to sleep.”

“Don’t…I don’t want to waste any of our time sleeping,” murmered Willow.

“It’s not a waste, it is a necessity.” Tara cuddled up against Willow and quickly they were both asleep.

Tara woke up to the feeling of someone touching her breast. It took her a moment to remember that she was here with Willow. She had survived the month away from her and they had finally been able to consummate their relationship. She lay there enjoying the light touches of Willow’s fingers. As he touch became more ardent, she flipped over so that she was facing the beautiful green eyes of her lover.

“Good Morning.” whispered Willow.

“Good Morning.”

“Did you sleep Ok?”

“Most definitely.”

“You?”

“Pretty good.”

“Just pretty good?”

“Well, I hate to admit it, but I am a little sore.”

“Where?” asked Willow worrying that something was wrong. “Do you need ice, or a heating pad, or a kiss?”

“That’s what got me sore in the first place.”

“Kisses?”

“No, the other stuff that is associated with kisses.”

Willow began to laugh and discovered that she had some muscles that had not been used for awhile.

“I get it.”

“Good.”

“So how sore are you?” asked Willow rubbing Tara’s stomach.

“Not so sore that I don’t want to do it, but sore enough that when I moved a few times last night, I felt my muscles. Let’s just say that I am not as young as I used to be, and it’s been a long time since…”

“What?”

“You know.”

“You made me say it.”

“Revenge is not a good thing.”

“It’s not revenge, its…. I don’t know what it is , but it is it.”

“Do you make sense to yourself?

“Most of the time.”

“Good to know that it isn’t all of the time.”

“So you say it now.”

“It has been a long time since I’ve had an orgasm.”

Willow smiled and snuggled up with Tara. “You know what else is good for sore muscles?” asked Willow.

“No. What?”

“Hot showers.”

“That would feel very good.”

“That is what I was thinking.”

“Wanna take a shower.”

“Yes.”

“Me too.”

“The shower seems big enough for two, doesn’t it?”

“I think we can do that.”

Willow got the shower ready, and stepped in. Soon she felt Tara’s naked body slip in behind her. They both stood in the spray, and Willow moved so that she was behind Tara. Willow took the shampoo and kneaded it into Tara’s long locks. She rubbed the soap as it slipped down her back, pooling in the indentation above her backside. She then made a point of making sure that all of her beautiful backside was soaped up and she ‘accidently” found her fingers entering the moist entrance of her new lover’s body. Tara needed to use both hands to hold herself up in the shower, while Willow’s fingers went in and out of her. When she couldn’t take it anymore, she moved Willow’s hand, turned around, and brought herself into Willow’s embrace. When standing, they found that Tara’s breasts were in the perfect location for Willow’s mouth. She took one into her mouth, while holding herself up and using the other hand to enter Tara’s body. Tara utilized her longer arms to touch Willow’s most sensitive nerves. Both were worried that they would be unable to keep standing up in the shower, but with some judicious leaning and holding each other up, they were able to satisfy each other and then continue onto the true personal hygiene.

Once they were out of the shower, they got dressed and went downstairs to eat breakfast. Tara looked at her cell phone that she had put on the counter and saw that it was flashing and vibrating.

“Shit.”

“What?”

“I must have had my phone on vibrate.” She looked at the phone and the list of missed calls.

“Did you miss any important calls?”

“Anna and/or Kristy called three times.”

“Oops.”

“Yeah, oops.” Tara dialed her voice mail and listened. Willow saw her eyes flash with guilt.

“I forgot to call my child.”

“Hasn’t that ever happened?”

“Nope.”

“Sorry.”

“It’s ok. It wasn’t your job. I thought of it briefly a few times, but then my concentration got blurred. I can’t believe I forgot.”

“So call now, apologize. Tell her it won’t happen again. I’ll try to help you remember.”

Tara dialed her ex’s phone number.

“Hello Kristy, can I talk to Anna…I know she was worried…I’m sorry…no…I got busy…I told you that I was going away… I know…give me a break…what did you tell her…Oh, that was helpful…It’s not like you haven’t….Listen, is she around… Hi sweetie… I’m sorry…I’m visiting a friend…Willow…Anna that is not fair…I don’t care about her more than you… Listen…It got late, I didn’t want to wake you…What did Mommy tell you…well that wasn’t right… My cell phone was on vibrate I didn’t hear it…I’m sorry. I promise I’ll call tonight…Love you…can you put Mommy on the phone…next time, Kristy if you know I’m safe, can you just make up an excuse…ok, so you didn’t know I was safe, my bad…it won’t happen again…when will be a good time to call tonight…Ok, talk to you then. Goodbye.”

Tara looked terrible. Willow pulled up a chair and sat next to her. “That sounded like a rough phone call.”

“yes, but I deserve it.”

“You don’t deserve it. Give yourself a break. You are human. You are a lovely, loveable woman. You made a mistake.”

“She accused me of not caring about her, she’s the most important person in my life and she thinks I don’t care anymore, that I chose you over her.”

“Excuse me, but that is emotional hogwash. She knows you love her. She just was angry and decided to hit beneath the belt. It didn’t sound like your ex was much help either.”

“Yeah, she told Anna that she’d take care of her if I was dead.”

“No.”

“Yes.”

“Well now I know who Anna learned her vengeance from.”

“Oh yeah, she’s good. Another one of the reasons that I am so glad that I am not with her”

“What are some other reasons?”

“Are you fishing for a compliment?”

“No, trying to get you to laugh or something other than looking like you are about to burst into tears.”

“I just feel guilty.”

“So their plan worked.”

“I guess so. It is just so confusing.”

“What ‘s confusing?”

“This…b..b.. being with you, my feelings, Anna’s reaction, everything.”

“What about it is confusing?”

“I don’t know.”

“Are you sure you don’t know?”

Tara began to cry, “It just happened so fast. I’m on vacation with my family. I walk out onto the beach and think I am having a flashback or something. I see a younger me, playing with a younger you, but I know I am here. How can I be there, and then my mom sees you and says you are you, but I can’t believeit.. then I find out it is true, but I don’t know you anymore.' she paused, " I felt so scared. I was so scared that you were going to still hate me.”

“I have never hated you,” exclaimed Willow. Willow took Tara’s head into her hands and looked into her crystal blue eyes. “Listen. I have always loved you, and I will always love you. I love you now. I will love you tomorrow. I want to love you forever”

“You d..d..do? How do you know?” whispered Tara looking into Willows deep green eyes.

“How do I know I love you? It is a feeling, a sense of fulfillment, completion. I feel like I have my soulmate, whom I’d lost before I even knew what one was. I wake up feeling like life is spectacular, I live for the times we can talk or write. I want to grow old with you. I want us to spend as much time as possible together. I feel like all is right with the world, and when I look at you I feel giddy from the tips of my toes to the top of my head. You take my breath away, and you give it back. I feel like a weight has been lifted off my heart, you make me feel like anything is possible.”

“Oh, well if that’s the definition, I love you too.”

“Really?”

“Most definitely.”

“Good, because if you didn’t, then I don’t know what I would have done. I just expressed my unyielding love for you, and if you didn’t share it, then I would look pretty stupid, and pathetic, and it would get really awkward…’cause here we are, and we’re staying here, and…” Tara took Willow’s babbling mouth and covered it with her own. Once she felt Willow relax, she pulled away and gazed back into her eyes.

“So I guess I wasn’t the only one who was feeling a little anxious. You haven’t had babbling jag for awhile.”

“And you haven’t stuttered.”

“We are a mess.”

“But we are a mess together.”

“Yup.”

“So, what do you want for breakfast? I have muffins, croissants, bagels, and rolls. I couldn’t decide at the bakery.”

“I’d like a muffin. Do you have any coffee?”

“Definitely. I discovered you were a coffee drinker at the Cape. I made sure that I bought you some good coffee. It came in beans though. Do you know how to grind it? I know my friend has a grinder. I’ve seen her use it before.”

“Of course I can grind it. Just point me to the coffee, the grinder and the coffee maker and I’ll make myself some coffee. Do you not drink it?

“I only like mocha but the caffeine isn’t so good for me. I used to have a pretty serious mocha addiction when I was younger, but I realized that it makes me more hyper. Hyper Willow, not a good thing. Tea is better. ”

“So tea for Willow. I will put on the teapot too.”

They had a leisurely breakfast and then went out on the deck and sat beside each other reading, and talking and enjoying the view. They walked into the town for lunch and did some window shopping. Tara bought Anna a new kite and a sweatshirt, hoping that the gifts may make up for some of her anger. They went back to the house to watch the sunset and have dinner. With Willow’s clear reminder, Tara called Anna and said goodnight. She felt better when she discovered that Anna’s bad mood had improved and she just was interested in when Tara would be back. Willow called Lila as well, and they both felt hopeful, when Lila requested to talk to Tara. Lila seemed enthusiastic about Tara and Anna coming to their house to visit. After the phone call, Tara remarked to Willow, “Why can’t Anna be that accepting?”

“She’s a little bit older, and it seems a little different in temperament. Lila is just a really open, loving little girl and she thinks the more the merrier for love and caring. I sometimes worry that she will be too trusting towards others as she gets older, but we’ll deal with it when we have to.”

“We?”

“Um, I mean..”

“We is a great pronoun. I really hope that it is a ‘we’ when that time comes.”

“Do you think we are going to fast? Already thinking about the future?”

“I don’t know. Maybe it is a coping mechanism to deal with the present that is a little less certain.”

“Uncertain?”

“Well, not uncertain per se. Rather wondering what the near future will hold. Providence to Portland is not a quick drive.”

“I know. How did people do it before cell phones and the internet?”

“Expensive phone bills and snail mail letters I guess.”

“There is something romantic about snail mail letters. I still get excited when I find a letter in the mailbox.”

“I’ll have to make a point of writing you a letter.”

“Don’t expect one from me; maybe a card. I have never felt very confident in my expository writing skills.”

“That’s ok. But I’m sure that you are being too hard on yourself. I always liked your letters when we were kids.”

“Sure. ‘Hi. Tara. How are you. I am fine. I went to the park. It was fun. I am playing soccer. Do you play a sport? I wish it would be summer soon? I like seeing you at the cape. Write back soon, Your friend, Willow.’”

“They got more detailed as we got older. I think you wrote to me a bunch about a boy named Simon. I was jealous of him.”

“I totally forgot about him. He was really nice to me. I think he’s gay now too. We were the perfect cover for each other. “

“I had a few friends like that too. They kept their hands to themselves and I did the same.”

“The universe has a way of taking care of us.”

This statement caused both women to become pensive. Tara took Willow’s hand, and began making small circles in her palm. Willow shivered.

“Are you cold?”

“No. What you are doing to my hand feels good.”

“I’d like to be doing it to more of you.”

“Sounds like it’s time to ‘turn in’?

“I think some turning sounds mighty good.”

Willow blushed and the two of them closed up the downstairs and went upstairs. As soon as they got into the bedroom, Tara began undressing. Willow stopped her and whispered, “I really like doing that for you. The whole unwrapping a present thing.”

“My pleasure, I’m your present to unwrapped. You call the shots.”

“Hum..that sounds interesting….any parameters?”

“Not that I can think of…”

“Ok, but if I do something that you don’t like, please tell me.”

“Should I be worried?”

“I don’t think so.”

“Ok, I’m yours.”

“I hope forever.” Willow took Tara’s mouth into her own and maneuvered them onto the bed. Once they were on the bed, Willow pulled away and lay perpendicular to Tara’s legs so that she had the ability to touch Tara, but Tara’s long arms could not reach much of Willow. Willow asked Tara to flip over onto her stomach, and she began tickle touching Tara’s legs, kissing the back of her knees, and licking a trail from this crease to the bottom of the hem of Tara’s rather short shorts. She straddled Tara’s legs and began massaging her buttocks and back. She pushed up Tara’s shirt, and undid her bra. Between the two of them, they managed to wiggle Tara out of her shirt. Willow began to massage Tara’s back and shoulders, managing to just occasionally touch the sensitive skin on her sides. Willow grabbed some oil off the night stand, and began massaging it into Tara’s back until her back gleamed. Willow then took off her own shirt and lay her body down on Tara’s moving her breasts against Tara’s back and frequently applying pressure to the areas covered by Tara’s shorts with her legs. Willow slipped her hands beneath Tara’s body and was delighted to find two very hard nubs beneath her. She played with them until she could hear Tara’s breath begin to catch and she began to moan. Willow then asked Tara to flip over, and she began to oil her shoulders and chest. Tara’s eyes were closed, and Willow occasionally would lean over so that her small, pert breasts would lightly touch parts of Tara’s face, but she would pull away before Tara could get a grip on the teasing orbs. Willow then began applying soft kisses from Tara’s chin, down her throat, to her chest, between her breasts, and down to her belly button.

“You have the most beautiful belly button in the world”, whispered Willow.

“Yours isn’t so bad either,” sighed Tara.

Willow continued her trek down Tara’s body, undoing the button of her shorts, and kissing every inch of exposed flesh. She eased Tara’s shorts and underwear off, and buried her face into Tara’s center. She used her nose and tongue to tease her most delicate areas. She began to suck on her clit and tease the wet opening. Willow was amazed and pleased at the amount of moisture that she was encountering, and she lapped it up as though it was the only available sustenance. As Tara began to writhe and try to bring Willow’s mouth deeper, Willow added her fingers into the canal and kissed, sucked and probed until she could sense that she was on the brink of orgasm. She then released the pressure and kneeled over Tara’s body not touching her with much of her body. She moved her mouth up to Tara’s breasts and began sucking and fondling her nipples. Tara pulled Willow’s face onto her own, and thrust her tongue into Willow’s mouth. Willow allowed this for a few moments, but then pulled away so that one of her hands to regain access to Tara’s wet center, she placed her head on Tara’s stomach and began thrusting her fingers until she could feel Tara’s muscles tightening, and the orgasm begin. Willow tried to be one with Tara’s body and sense the messages that it was giving her, she was rewarded with even more wetness and Tara’s rising up moaning her name, and then falling to the bed shaking. Willow continued following the rhythms of Tara’s body until Tara’s body began to shake, then shiver, then become placid.

It took a few minutes for Tara to come to. She opened her eyes and saw a pair of green eyes with a smug expression looking at her.

“So you are proud of yourself aren’t you?”

“Proud? I’m not sure. Happy…yes.”

“Well, proud would be a good description. That was awesome.”

“Glad you liked it.”

“Loved it. But I’m figuring my ab muscles are going to continue to hate me.”

“Poor ab musles” said Willow kissing their location. “Be nice to Tara.” Willow put her head on Tara’s stomach and enjoyed the musky sent left over from their lovemaking.

Tara began playing with Willow’s hair and asked her to lay beside her. Willow scooted up and put her head under Tara’s arm.

“I could get used to this.”

“Me too, but I’m thirsty, do you need anything to drink?”

“ Some water would be great.”

Tara padded off to the bathroom and got two glasses of water. As she was coming back, Tara noted to herself that Willow was overdressed for the situation and vowed to ameliorate the situation as soon as possible.

After the drank their fill, Tara turned to Willow and announced that she was overdressed.

“What do you want me to do about it?” teased Willow.

“I think I could help you figure that out.”

“Oh, what do you think I should do?”

“I don’t think you need to do anything.”

“So how are we going to fix it?”

“I’ll take care of it.”

“Ok.”

Tara flipped Willow onto her back and placed her body on top of her making sure not to put all of her weight on top.

“I can take all of you?”

“Huh”

“You’re not heavy, you don’t need to brace yourself, just let yourself go.”

Tara shifted her weight, and began to kiss Willow. She used her tongue to probe that orifice, while she gently squeezed Willow’s breasts and nipples. She then moved her mouth down to one breast, while teasing the other with her hand. Willow closed her eyes in anticipation of what was to come. Her nipples were very sensitive, and she could feel the blood rushing from her head into her nether regions. Willow loved these times because her brain would slow down and she could be in the moment without the endless chatter that plagued her most of the time. She opened her heavily lidded eyes to see Tara’s blond hair flowing over her torso. It felt like electric currents as Tara’s sucking and touching set off every one of her nerves. Tara undid the button of Willow’s shorts and roughly shoved her hand inside taking Willow’s entire vulva into her hand.

“You are soaked.” Whispered Tara into Willow’s ear as she brought her mouth up to Willow’s face again.

“You have that effect on me.”

“Lucky me,” replied Tara, nipping at Willow’s earlobe and then taking her mouth into her own again. Tara’s tongue and fingers mirrored each other, as she gently nipped at Willow’s lips with her tongue and teeth, she played with the delicate folds of Willow’s womanhood. As the kisses became more adamant, Tara entered her canal and thrust with one, then two, then three fingers. Willow’s body moved in the same rhythm and they could both feel that Willow was getting to the point of no return. Tara ripped her mouth off Willow’s mouth, took off Willow’s shorts which she had shoved down to her knees, and moved to bury her face in Willow’s soft, damp curls.

“You smell and taste wonderful” murmered Tara.

“Um…thanks?” came a shudder from Willow.

Tara buried her face and mouth into the curls and licked, nipped, and probed the soft area until Willow began the path to her orgasm. Tara prolonged this as long as possible, teasing Willow whenever she was near the brink until Willow begged her with one work “Please..” and Tara began ardently thrusting and sucking until Willow began to shake uncontrollably, after a few minutes of writhing, the undulations stopped. Tara drank up all of the liquids from Willow’s body and thighs.

They lay in the bed satiated, Tara felt and heard an intake of breath, and she saw that tears were streaming down her face.

“Why are you crying sweetie. I didn’t hurt you did I?”

“No, nothing like that. I am just so happy, and sometimes this happens to me. It’s never happened in this situation, but I’m not surprised. I just feel so good. I guess my emotions sometimes need to be released from my body.”

“That was not the only thing released.”

“Is your mind always in the gutter?”

“Yes. I just hide it pretty well.”

“Don’t have to hide it from me.”

“I’ll try not to.”

They dozed a little bit. Tara wasn’t sure if Willow was awake or asleep.

“Willow?”

“Yes” said a more awake Willow than she had expected.

“When do you have to leave tomorrow?”

“I don’t know, three…four.”

“I thought that you had to get back to work in the morning.”

“Nope, I found a gullible student.”

“Lucky for both of us.”

“What about you?”

“Well, I thought that you were going to have to leave early, so I thought that I would go to Freeport while I was up here. Anna needs some new school clothes, and I could use a few new button down shirts.” She smiled and blushed as Willow looked at her. “ I don’t have to pick up Anna until day after tomorrow.”

“Really?”

“Yes.”

“Deborah’s got Lila until Tuesday Morning. When do you have to go back to work?”

“They are expecting me at a meeting at 10.”

“So in theory we could have another day together?”

“Looks like it.”

“Cool. You know Freeport is past Portland right?”

“No, I thought it was before.”

“Gotta look at a map.”

“Oops.

“So, tomorrow we could clear up here, you could follow me home, leave your car, we could go to Freeport shopping, and then spend the night at my house. Why didn’t you mention the Freeport thing? Even if I had Lila, I would have invited you to stay over at our house.”

“I guess I wasn’t thinking.”

“I have that effect on women,” laughed Willow. They both settled down for sleep happy that they had one more day together.

The day went fast. They cleared up the house, locked up, and left for Willow’s house. To avoid the temptation of not getting the planned shopping trip completed if they didn’t go directly, Tara just parked and got into Willow’s car. They went to the Freeport stores, had an early dinner and then returned to Willow’s house.

Willow felt rather self-conscious when Tara came into her house. She hadn’t expected company, so it was not as neat as she would have wanted for Tara’s first visit. She began apologizing, but Tara cut it off with a strong kiss.

“I wouldn’t care how messy, as long as I could get to the bathroom and onto the bed.”

“Those definitely are your two priorities.”

“Hey, basic needs. The kitchen is pretty important, though optional if there is at least a refrigerator.”

“Well, I have a kitchen, two bathrooms, one of which is just mine, and is the one I would recommend. Lila’s not the neatest kid around. Three bedrooms, one of which is my study, a living room, a dining room and a den.”

“Lots more than I need.”

“It suits me fine.”

Tara sat down at the kitchen table while Willow answered her voice mail and looked through the mail that she had gotten. Willow then asked if Tara was hungry, they had some ice cream.

“Vanilla ice cream. I sort of remember some fantasy you had about it?”

“Um..yes?”

“You owe me it.”

“Ok, not tonight though. It takes a little prep work that I haven’t had.”

“Ok. But I won’t forget.”

“I’m counting on it.”

They finished their snack, got ready for bed, made love, and slept until the morning when Tara needed to get on the road to go home.

As they were saying goodbye, they began the conversation that both were dreading.

“So, when do you have free again? I can come down to you next time. “

“I’ve got to look. Anna is starting school and soccer. I am not sure when her games start. Weekends get crazy during the season.”

“Lila is more into gymnastics. At least at her age there are not tournaments yet.”

“Be thankful.”

“What do you think she’d do if I came to one of her games. If I came on Kristy’s weekend.”

“Don’t know. I guess we’ll find out.”

“I don’t want to be thinking too far ahead, but I do. Do you think that Anna and you would be interested in coming to my parent’s for Rosh Hashanah Dinner. They live on Long Island. They have a big house. We could even have separate bedrooms if that would make Anna feel better.

“I am not going to live my life to appease her. She’ll have to cope.”

“Ok, well Lila would love to have another kid at dinner and services. She hates being the only one.”

“I think that sounds like a great plan. When we talk tonight, we can look at calendars.”

They hugged and had a very long deep kiss, Willow walked Tara off to her car. As the car drove away, Willow began to sob. It is going to be a long few weeks.


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Sad that they can't see each other as much as they want. But they're so perfect when they're together. And yay for finally being able to make love. Really well written. Love how vixeny Tara is. Can't wait to read some more :D

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Title: Atlantic Antics

Author: willowntara4ever

Rating:R

Disclaimer: Josh Whedon owns the characters. I just imagine different lives for them .

Feedback: Please . This is my first attempt at fan fiction

Notes: Love story with a little child created angst ; If I'm posting fast, it's because most of this story is done. I just need to format it for this type of posting.

Spoilers: None

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Chapter Four: Long Island Longings

The next separation felt more acute for both women. Now that they had an opportunity to spend some uninterrupted time together; they knew that it was what they craved. Neither knew what to do about it, Tara had a job that she loved in Providence and Willow had tenure at the University of Maine. The new semester had started for Willow, so she was busy with both her graduate and undergraduate classes. Due to Willow’s tenure, she fortunately didn’t have classes on Fridays, so that freed up a longer weekend. Despite several attempts at coordinating their schedules, they were unable to get together in person until the weekend that they were meeting at Willow’s parent’s house for Rosh Hashana.

Lila was so excited that she was going to see Anna again, and was bursting at the seams waiting for them to arrive. Willow’s mother, Sheila was having difficulty dealing with her exuberance and told her sharply “Go wait outside, but don’t get your dress dirty.”

Lila was troubled by her grandmother’s tone, but followed her directions and went outside and sat on the stoop to wait. She began counting the cars and trying to keep track of how many colors of each kind of car had gone past her grandparent’s house. She was almost lost in the number game when she saw that a tan minivan had stopped in front the house and Anna was getting out of it. Lila ran up to Anna and enveloped her in a hug. Anna did not respond to the hug and pushed the younger child off her. Tara saw the movement, and quickly went out of the van and enveloped the little girl in a big hug.

“Hi Tara. I am so glad you and Anna could come to dinner at Oma and Papa’s. I never have anyone to play with when I am here. Anna gets to sleep in my room and you’ll be sleeping in a room near us. It is right next to Ima’s room, so you won’t be lonely. Oma is making lots of food. Ima said that she hopes you’ll be hungry. She’s inside helping Oma. Oma was getting tired of me talking so she made me come outside, I counted 22 red cars, 12 grey ones, 7 blue ones, and two other tan cars other than yours.”

Tara wondered if this child ever came up for air, but she remembered whose child it was, and smiled as she listened to the child’s chatter.

Anna was standing there looking at Lila and her mother. She had a petulant look on her face. She reluctantly followed them into the house. Sheila showed them their rooms. When they went into Tara’s room, which looked like Ira or Sheila’s study, Tara pulled her aside.

“Shape up. These people invited us to a special dinner and holiday.”

“Why do we have to be here? We are not Jewish.”

“Because Lila’s grandparents invited us.”

“They didn’t invite us, SHE invited us.”

“She has a name.”

“Ok, Lila’s mother invited us.”

“Her name is Willow.”

“Ok, Willow,” sneered Anna.

“Don’t take that tone with me.”

“Yes, ma’am.” Said Anna realizing that her mother was really angry.

“Lila is really excited to see you. You better act like you are happy to be here and play nicely with her.”

“Or what? What are you going to do if I don’t.”

Tara needed to take a deep breath before she answered her child. “Or else, you will not see your computer for awhile.”

“You wouldn’t”

“Yes, I would.”

“Ok” said Anna realizing that her mother meant business. They walked downstairs and Anna began engaging with Lila who immediately forgave her initial reaction.

Once Tara had gotten Anna situated and she was playing with Lila, she went in search of Willow. She found Willow and her mother in the kitchen. Sheila was making some sort of batter, while Willow was cutting apples into slices.

“Is there anything I can do to help?” asked Tara.

“No, were ok.” Sheila turned around realizing that the voice was unfamiliar. “You must be Terry. Willow has told me so much about you.” The woman came toward her and gave her a stiff hug. Tara hugged her back and wondered to herself how such a warm woman could have been parented by such a cold one.

“Mom, her name is Tara. Not Terry.” said Willow as she turned around and looked at Tara. Tara could see in her eyes that she wished that they were alone rather than in her mother’s kitchen. She walked over and enveloped Tara in a warm hug, her face nuzzling her neck. She whispered, “I so wish my mother wasn’t here.” They hugged for a few more moments, and then separated. Tara looked at Sheila Rosenberg, but she was already focused back on her soup.

“So, Terry, have you ever had a Rosh Hashana dinner before. I didn’t ask, but I am assuming you are not Jewish, are you dear. Willow never told me your last name.”

‘It’s Mcclay, ma’am and no, I have never celebrated Rosh Hashana, I know that it is the Jewish New Year and begins a ten day period that ends with Yom Kippur.”

“Well, that is more than a lot of the goys that Willow has brought over before. So, Terry what do you do again? You are a nurse…”

“No ma’am. I am a psychologist.”

“So are you Dr. Maclay, Terry.”

“Yes Mom, TARA, has her Ph.D. just like you and I do,” quipped Willow?

“Where do you teach?”asked Sheila

“I’m not a teacher. I work at a treatment program for teenagers.”

“Oh my, I have never wanted to use my Ph.D. for anything but teaching, and I have never really liked teenagers, Willow is the exception of course.”

“Of course,” affirmed Tara.

“What is your Ph.D. in?”

“Counseling Psychology.”

“Mine is in Community Psychology. I am an expert on the effect of childrearing on woman’s jobs.”

Tara almost choked as she realized that this woman who had hardly parented Willow, considered herself an expert in anything having to do with children. Willow and she made eye contact and the urge to giggle almost overtook them both.

“I think I may have read some of your articles when I was taking a Family Dynamics Class.”

‘I’m sure you have… so Terry, “ Willow began to tell her mother again what Tara’s name was, but she caught Tara’s eyes and saw that it was not a fight that she wanted to engage in. “Where is your daughter, Lila, Anna has talked so much about her ever since the vacation.”

“I think she is in the Living room with your husband and Anna”

“Well can you please go tell them and my husband, Ira that dinner is about to begin.”

“Yes ma’am.”

“And Tara, please just call me Sheila, I feel so old when people call me ma’am.”

“I’ll try. Ma’....Sheila.”

Tara went to relay the message to the children and Ira. When she returned to the kitchen, Willow took her hand and brought her into the dining room. The all stood in front of the buffet and Sheila began reciting a prayer in Hebrew over the candles. Anna worked herself in between Tara and Willow so that Tara had to let go of Willow’s hand if she didn’t want to create a scene. When they all sat down, Lila clamored for Anna to sit beside her rather than next to her mother and Anna reluctantly agreed. As the other blessings and explanations were given in great detail by Ira, Willow and Tara held hands under the table. Willow was amazed that the glares that were being directed her way from Anna did not set everything on fire. She attempted to ignore them, and noticed a few nonverbal exchanges between Anna and her mother. After one of these exchanges, Anna blanched and ceased her glaring.

Willow and Tara volunteered to do the dishes while the elder Rosenbergs and the children left for the High Holiday services.


“So what did you wordlessly threaten Anna with to make that 180 degree turn around? She didn’t even fight going with my parents to the services without us.”

“What makes you think I threatened her?”

“Come on, not only have I had nonverbal threats directed at me, Sheila’s a master, but I’ve done my fair share of them.”

“Ok, you got me. I was pretty clear that if she didn’t behave herself and act nice toward all the members of the family, including you, that she wouldn’t see her computer for a long while.”

“Ouch.”

“Got to hit them where it hurts…So how long does this dishes gig get us before we’re supposed to be at services?”

At least a half hour. Let’s hurry so we can have a few minutes to reconnect. Believe me, I would much rather reconnect with you, than go to services, but it is one of the major holidays?”

“I wouldn’t consider interfering with your religious observation.”

“I would much rather be worshiping something else…” murmured Willow.

Tara smiled to herself and a flood of love and desire flowed through her body. This woman really loves me she thought to herself.

Willow ceased her dish washing, and took Tara into her arms. Their mouths met and they once again needed to use a counter to keep themselves standing.

“Shit.” Exclaimed Willow.

“What?” said Tara pulling away.

“I just leaned up against a wet spot. Does it show?”

Tara looked at Willow’s beautiful backside. There was a large, dark stain on her green dress.

“Yes. I don’t think it will dry. You probably need to change.”

“Are you trying to get me out of my dress Dr. Mcclay?”

“I wish…but it does look pretty wet.”

“Come upstairs with me while I change.”

“Do you think that is a good idea?”

“I think we can handle it. We are adults.”

“That is exactly what I am afraid of.”

“I promise. I’ll behave,” said Willow. They went upstairs. Willow peeled off her dress and underwear.

“My underwear got wet too” she said coyly as she walked past Tara.

Tara sat on the edge of the bed and looked at Willow’s beautiful body. She was so tempted to just embrace her, but knew that her self control was not strong enough to avoid going further if she touched a semi-nude Willow. Tara hadn’t thought that Willow could have chosen anything that would be more stunning than the original green dress, but Willow put on a pair of lacy black panties and covered them with a form fitting black sheath. This dress accentuated every one of Willow’s curves. Willow added a pair of black heels that made her closer to Tara’s height. Tara wondered how Willow would be able to walk on the three inch heels, but was able to easily. Willow noticed Tara’s appreciation of both the dress and the heels, and said, “Got to get closer to your height if we’re going to be standing next to each other.

Then, Willow leaned over Tara and kissed her. She felt herself falling back, and knew that it was not a good choice. She pulled her mouth away from Willow’s and said, “We can’t do this. They are waiting for us.”

‘I know… later?”

“I certainly hope so.”

They walked downstairs, finished loading the dishwasher and drove off to services.


Everyone was happy to see them when they got to services. Willow’s parents had saved them spots in the chairs vacated by Anna and Lila who were running around outside with a large group of other children. Willow and Tara sat down, and were able to hold hands for a few moments while they listened to the prayers being recited. This service was much longer and much more solemn than any church service Tara had ever attended. She attempted to keep up with what was going on by watching the Rosenbergs, but often felt very confused. Eventually, Tara gave up and just sat and enjoyed the cadence of the prayers.

By the time that they got back to the Rosenberg’s house, both Anna and Lila were almost asleep. Anna balked at staying in Lila’s room, but when given the choice between either staying with Lila in her own bed or sleeping on the hard wood floor by the small daybed that was in Tara’s room, she chose the bed.

After both Willow and Tara put their children to bed with a warning that neither parent better hear any talking, they went downstairs to talk with Sheila and Ira. Tara wasn’t sure whether she was expected to sleep in the study, or if it was a tacit understanding that Tara would be with Willow. After she excused herself from the conversation feigning sleepiness, she went to the study and got her toothbrush and night clothes. She was laying on the daybed/couch watching the shadows from the outside lights moving along the wall when she heard a light knock.

“Yes?”

“Tara, are you awake?” said Willow.

“Yes.”

“Can I come in?”

“Of course.”

Willow entered the room and saw that Tara was already in her night clothes and had been laying on the daybed.

“Do you really want to stay here?”

“No…but I wasn’t sure. This is where your mom said I was supposed to sleep.”

“She’s sort of old fashioned, but I know that both of my parents have no expectation that you are going to remain in here. They figure that they wouldn’t want me to immediately share my bedroom with a guy, so they don’t offer it to a girl either.”

“My parents do the same thing.”

“Oh… so, you wanna come to my room?”

“Yes.”

They walked over to Willow’s room. Tara sat on the bed, while Willow went into the adjacent bathroom to brush her teeth. Tara looked at the wet dress on the floor and the silky underpants that Willow had removed. She remembered that equally sexy lingerie was underneath Willow’s form fitting black dress. Tara was lost in thought when Willow returned to the room. Willow saw the odd look on Tara’s face and asked.

“Where is your head?”

“Huh”, said Tara shaking her head.

“Looked like you were lost in thought. What were you thinking about.”

Tara blushed, “um..I was t..t..thinking about what was underneath that wonderful black d…d…dress.

“Stuttering, that must have been some thought. What were you thinking about…my lacy black bra” Willow shimmied out of the dress, “or the matching pants?”

“B..b..both.” said Tara blushing.

Willow stood in front of Tara in the aforementioned undergarments. Tara looked at the smooth pink skin on Willow’s belly and the way that the bra accentuated the curve of her pert breasts. She reached out to stroke her stomach. Willow moved closer, and straddled Tara. Their kisses did not begin light and tentative like prior kisses, these kisses were very passionate and strong, it was as if they both were trying to make up for all the days that they had been apart. Willow lifted Tara’s tee-shirt over her head, and pressed her body against Tara’s. She pushed Tara down onto the bed, and touched as much of Tara’s body with as many parts of her own body as possible.

“I have missed you so much.” Whispered Willow into Tara’s ear. “I didn’t think I was going to survive through dinner, dishes and services. All I wanted was to be here, doing this.”

“Me too,” replied Tara. “Did you lock the door? I don’t want any smaller people coming in here and asking questions.

“I think I did. But I’ll check.”

Willow walked to the door, made sure it was shut and locked. She removed her remaining clothes and was happy to see that Tara had removed the rest of hers before she went under the sheet.

They lay with their bodies as close as possible. They each were enjoying the sensations of each part of their bodies merging with the corresponding part of the other. Willow moved back a little and began drawing lazy circles on Tara’s torso with her fingers, and circled her breasts and nipples using concentric circles. After she had teased her nipples to a state of arousal, she added her mouth and sucked on one and played with the other until Tara began writhing in pleasure. Willow’s fingers began their trek downwards until they were immersed in the warm, wet folds of Tara’s body. Willow could see that Tara was fighting the urge to make noises and murmured to her that her parents room was far away and that within reason, she should feel free to express what she needed to express rather than bite down on her lip almost drawing blood. Tara’s fingers entered Willow using the same cadence that Willow had started. They moved in harmony using their fingers and mouths in ways to accentuate the orgasm while minimizing the sounds that could be heard by others. After they both had an orgasm and had come down from the undulations, the snuggled into each other’s body and agreed that some sleep was needed.


Tara woke up and immediately looked at the clock on Willow’s bedside. She was amazed to discover that it was after 9 am. Anna had never slept that late, so she wondered what was going on. She put on her pajamas, opened the door and went over to Lila’s bedroom. She was surprised to see that neither of the children was there. She had a moment of panic, but then decided that nothing could have happened. She went back into Willow’s room and lay back down. As she was settling in, Willow asked, “Where did you go?”

“I went to check on the kids.”

“How are they?”

“Gone”

“Gone?”

“Where do you think they are?”

“Well, sometimes my dad takes Lila out to breakfast at a nearby diner. Do you think Anna would have gone with him?”

“Lila would follow Anna anywhere. She’s all that Lila’s been talking about for weeks. I’m sure she’d convince her.”

“Do you want me to go check?” asked Willow.

“Only if you think you should.”

“I think we’ll both feel better if we know.”

Willow got up, put on her robe and went downstairs to find her mother. Her mom was sitting at the table doing the crossword puzzle.

“Your dad took the kids to breakfast and told me not to expect them back until after lunch. We figured that you and Terry would want some time together.”

“Her name is Tara, mom. Please, try to call her by the right name.” pleaded Willow.

“Tara. Well, I thought that you two might want to go off and do something without the kids, and you know how much your dad loves to spend time with Lila.”

“Thanks mom,” said Willow bending down to kiss her mother’s head.

Willow went back to her bedroom. Tara was in the bathroom brushing her teeth. Willow went in and filled her in on the kid situation.

“I was thinking that we could pack a lunch and go down to the shore. It still is beautiful during this time of the year.”

“Sounds good.”

“Of course, we could just stay in. My mom said that dad took them off so we could have some time to ourselves.”

“I don’t know if I’d feel comfortable, knowing your mother is just sitting downstairs.”

“Honestly, me either. Parents are definitely a salt peter alternative.”

They two of them got dressed, went downstairs and chatted with Sheila and had breakfast. Willow then put some food from the refrigerator in a cooler and told her mom that they were going to go out.

“Have fun girls.” said Sheila.

“I feel like we are ten.” remarked Tara as they walked out of the house and down the street toward Long Island Sound.

“Moms can do that to you.”

“She’s really trying. I didn’t know what to expect of your parents the way you’ve always described them. They are nice.”

“They are making much better grandparents than they were parents. Not that my mother has any insight into how lousy of a parent she was.”

“What would the point be of pointing it out?”

“Nothing. I’ve done my therapy about my childhood. I am trying to put it behind me and do things differently with Lila.”

“I was really lucky to have my mom. She’s been a good role model for mothering.”

“I always was jealous of your relationship with your mom,” admitted Willow. She was everything I wanted in a mother. Every year when I’d come back from vacation with my grandparents, I would wonder to myself why Sheila wasn’t anything like your mom. ..Not that I ever said anything about it to her.”

“Good, I would hate for your mother to be harboring any ill will toward me or my family.”

“Unfortunately, she was never in tune enough with me to notice. I don’t think she even remembers me talking about you then. When I told her about finding you, she said that she had a vague recollection of me getting letters from some kid, but didn’t remember your name.”

“Obviously. So should I just plan to be called Terry?”

“I reminded her again what your name is, but I can’t promise.”

They walked along until they got to the small beach that was at the end of the road. They settled their stuff on a picnic table, and took their shoes off to walk in the sand and look at the smooth rocks and shells that the tide had brought in.

“So is this where you grew up?” asked Tara.

“No, it was my grandparent’s house. I grew up mostly in the City, but we spent some weekends here. I used to love taking the train to come visit them. After my grandparents died, my parents started coming here almost every weekend. Then Dad retired, they decided to sell the apartment and live here full time.”

“That must have been really hard to lose both your grandparents so close together.”

“Yes, it really stunk. I have to say that my fifteenth year really was terrible.”

“I wish I’d been around to support you.”

“Me too. I used to wish I could talk to you. I didn’t have many friends. I just pretty much kept to myself and my studies. I got good grades and read a lot of books.”

“That first summer vacation that you weren’t there was very hard. I had planned on trying to make it up to you. I had all these plans. But when we got to the cottages, there was another family in the cottage that your grandparents always rented. I even went over to the office to ask if you were staying in another one.”

“What did they say?”

“Just that the Rosenbergs hadn’t reserved a cabin this year. I was despondent. I couldn’t stop crying, and of course my mother couldn’t understand why I was so upset.”

“I’m so sorry,” said Willow taking Tara’s hand.

“You’re sorry. It wasn’t any of your doing. It’s not like you were the one that sent a note saying basically, I regret kissing you. Let’s just pretend it didn’t happen. “

‘Well, I didn’t fight. I didn’t stick up for myself and say, ‘hey, I don’t regret it. I care about you.’ No I just took what you said to heart and stuffed the feelings.”

“I wouldn’t be a teenager again if you paid me a million dollars.”

“Me either. ‘though I wonder sometimes what it is like to be a gay teenager nowadays. It seems like they have it so much easier.”

“It really isn’t that much easier. Sure there are gay/straight alliances and such, and it is talked about more. But there have been several kids that have ended up in my treatment program just basically because they are gay and their families can’t deal with it, or they’ve been caught having sex and been labeled a sex offender. I sometimes work with these kids, and I see the same fears and issues that I had. It still is really hard.”

“Are you out to the kids?”

“Not really. A few have figured it out, and if a kid asks me point blank, I won’t deny it. But I don’t make a point to come out to them. I have a rainbow sticker on my car and sometimes a kid will comment…I feel really conflicted. Part of me wants to be out to provide a good role model, while the other part is afraid that there is going to be some sort of negative consequences. My program has a non-discrimination policy, but I worry about some crazy homophobic parent.”

“I can see that. College is a lot better, I think, at least they are adults. The GLBT club at my university has tried to get me to be a faculty sponsor but I’ve successfully avoided it. I don’t want to known as the lesbian professor. I’ll let the social science professors do that sort of thing.”

“Coward,” teased Tara.

“That is Dr. Coward, to you,” said Willow bowing to Tara.

They walked back to the picnic table and snacked on their packed food. Shortly after they were finished and had started to pack up, Anna and Lila came running up to them with Mr. Rosenberg walking far behind them.

“Ima, Papa took us to the toy store and he let us each pick out a toy, and he took us out to breakfast and we got to eat all the pancakes we wanted.”

“That’s nice. What did you pick out?”

“I got a new stuffed giraffe, Anna picked out a cute frog.”

Tara looked at her daughter with pride that she had not tried to take advantage of Mr. Rosenberg’s generosity. The two kids kicked off their shoes and ran to the water’s edge to search for interesting objects.

“Wow,” said Mr. Rosenberg sitting down on the picnic bench. Do they ever stop talking? Lila is a chatterbox when it’s just us, I swear it’s ten times worse with a friend. But Anna is a nice girl, Tara, you must be very proud of her.”

“Thank you sir.”

“Ira, please.”

“I will try.”

“That is all I can ask. It would be great if your daughter and her good manners would rub off on our little Lila.”

“Are you trying to say that I’ve not taught her good manners, dad?” asked Willow.

“No…I just am impressed by Anna’s ability to use ‘sir’ and ‘ma’am’”, replied Ira.

“Well, I’ll just get on that Dad.”

“Don’t get all huffy. I was trying to compliment Tara not criticize you. Well, now that they are with you, I am going to retire to my den and read the paper. I hope your mother is done with it by now.” Mr. Rosenberg got up and walked back toward their house.

Tara and Willow watched the kids playing in the sand and on the nearby playground. The ice cream truck came by and they all got a treat, and they walked back to the Rosenberg’s house. The four of them went off shopping at a nearby mall, and had dinner. They returned to the house and the girls decided to watch a movie. Willow and Tara took this opportunity to sit on the porch and listen to the sounds of the night. They sat on the porch swing holding hands and just enjoying each other’s company. After the movie they were joined by two children who wanted their mother’s attention. Tara had them each pick out a book and she sat between the children and read. Willow sat on a rocking chair and enjoyed the tranquility and watching the two people she loved the most in the world interacting. Afterwards the children went to bed and Willow and Tara feigned sleepiness in order to go to bed.

“You looked so beautiful sitting on the porch swing with the kids beside you.” Said Willow to Tara as they were getting ready for bed.

“It felt so natural. I love reading to kids.”

“Lila was hanging on your every word. I try to read to her, but I am not even close to as good of a dramatic reader as you are.”

“It was one of my favorite activities when I was a kid, so I try hard to do it regularly with Anna. Lila’s a really good audience too. I love her age. “

“I like seven. She’s has a very interesting perspective on life, and she still enjoys being a kid.

“I am trying to keep Anna away from all of that ‘tween’ stuff, but it is so pervasive.”

“Lila talked about wanting her own cell phone.”

“Anna is begging for one too.”

“Speaking of cell phones…”

“We were speaking of cell phones?”

“Yes, allow me to segue to cell phones. Tara you’ve got to get into the 21st century. You cell phone is antiquated. I’m amazed that it still is working. Can you even get a text message?”

“Who is going to send me a text message?”

“Me. There has been a couple times, OK, a lot of times, that I just wanted to text you an ILVU, but I wasn’t sure if you’d be able to get it.”

“I’m pretty sure I can get them. I just have to pay for them I think.”

“You need a better plan.”

“It sounds like you are preparing for a proposal.”

“It’s a little early for a proposal…did I just say that out loud? But I was thinking that maybe you should join my cell phone plan. My contract is almost up, there are so many deals going around.”

“I don’t know…” wondered Tara.

“Please” said Willow trying to turn on her green eyes.

“I’ll think about it?”

“OK. I guess that is the best I can hope for. I just want to feel like I can call or text you whenever I want to and not worry that I am going to cost you a fortune. If I can’t be physically close to you, I want to be electronically.”

“Well, right now you CAN be physically close to me. “ quipped Tara indicating the space beside her in the bed, we’ll deal with the electronics later.”

“My pleasure, unless…no… not here?

“Unless what, what isn’t here?”

“Um, nothing.”

“Yeah, sure.”

“Well, it’s not something we’ve talked about.”

“I’m lost.”

“Can you just let it go tonight?”

“I guess, but you have definitely piqued my interest.”

“Let me pique your interest in another way.” Willow pounced on top of Tara and enveloped her in a kiss. They began making out. Tara could hear the television in the Rosenberg’s room. Knowing that she could hear them, made her think that they could possibly hear her.

“Are you sure that your parent’s can’t hear what is happening in here?”

“Well, they never said anything about it before when I’ve had overnight guests.”

“Would they?”

“My mother would probably make some sort of comment. But if you’re not comfortable, we don’t have to risk it.”

“It just worries me.”

“I don’t want you to be worried. Let’s just cuddle. But we’ve got to figure out a way to get some alone time soon. I could come down to your house week after next?”

“I’ll look at my calendar when I get home. I think that would be Ok.”

“If you had a modern phone, it would have a calendar function.”

“A calendar is only as good as the programmer.”

“Hey, I’m a mighty fine programmer. I probably could figure out a way to access it remotely.”

“That scares me.”

“Nothing to be scared of.” Willow turned off the light and they cuddled until they fell asleep. They were awoken the next morning by a pair of blue and a pair of hazel eyes staring at them from the doorway.

“Mama, I thought you were sleeping in Mr. Rosenberg’s study, why are you here?”

“She probably got scared.” Said Lila.

“I don’t think so.” Replied Anna.

“Is that why Tara?” asked Lila.

Willow and Tara gathered the sheet and blanket around themselves and looked at each other. “Come sit down girls.” Said Tara.

“Ut oh,” are we in trouble Ima? “ asked Lila. “We knocked first.”

“No sweetie,” replied Willow wondering what Tara had in mind.

“Anna, I know you are aware that I am very fond of Willow, and Lila I am pretty sure that you know that your Ima likes me, right?”

“Uh Huh.” They both nodded.

“Well, just like your other mom’s have people who they like to sleep with, Willow and I like to sleep together.”

“That’s gross,” commented Anna.

“Do you think it is gross that your other mom likes to sleep with Lee?” asked Willow.

“Yes.” Said Anna adamantly.

“Well, I guess this is equally gross. So, when we are all together, Willow and I will sleep together. We’re not going to pretend that we don’t. Ok?”

“Do we really have a choice?” asked Anna.

“No.” replied Tara.

“Well, I guess that’s the answer then.” Said Anna.

“Now, the two of you go clean up your bedroom and take the sheets off and give them to Oma. Anna make sure that you have all the stuff you brought. We’re going to have to leave right after breakfast.”

“Ok, Mama,” said Anna as she and Lila left the room.

After they left, Willow said, “Well, that was assertive.”

“I just don’t want to deal with any deception.”

“I’m there with you. I guess we are clearly out in our relationship with them now.”

“Yup.” Tara gave Willow a deep kiss good morning, and got up to get ready to pack and leave.

Tara was in the shower, when she heard a knock on the bathroom door.

‘Yes?”

“It’s me.Willow.”

“I hope so.”

“Just wondering if I can come in.”

“Sure.”

Tara expected that Willow was just asking to come into the bathroom to use it or brush her teeth, but she was pleasantly surprised by a naked Willow slipping into the shower with her. They enjoyed helping each other get clean, and left the shower feeling much more satiated than when they’d gone in.


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Yay for good update-y goodness... I just hope that Anna begins to accept that Willow and Lily are going to be part of her "family" from now on and that Tara doesn't love her any less now that Tara is having naked yummies with Willow...

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Hi :)

I've caught up with your fic. I like it.

It is very interesting to have Willow and Tara being middle aged, and each mom. The way you describe Anna's reaction is really nice. I mean, it's realistic and very interesting into a story.

Thanks for your fic. :)

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Title: Atlantic Antics

Author: willowntara4ever

Rating: NC-17

Disclaimer: Josh Whedon owns the characters. I just imagine different lives for them .

Feedback: Please . This is my first attempt at fan fiction

Notes: Love story with a little child created angst ; If I'm posting fast, it's because most of this story is done. I just need to format it for this type of posting. Facebook communication not true to form. I think in dialogue so this is mostly communication, not a lot of background.

Spoilers: None

Thoughts in italics

Chapter 7: Interlude Two

About a week later after they all went to the Rosenberg’s for Rosh Hashana, Willow was browsing through Facebook waiting for Tara to log on. When she did, she typed.

Willow: Ten days, 5 hours and 3 minutes.

Tara: How many seconds?

Willow: 59,58,57….So have you thought about the sharing a phone stuff?

Tara: Yeah, it does sound like a good idea.

Willow: So, when we get together we’ll do something about it.

Tara: Guess so. Question?

Willow: Yes.

Tara: Electronics?

Willow: Hoped you forgot.

Tara: Never. Forgot for moment, phone reminded me.

Willow: Um…Wish you were here.

Tara: How come?

Willow: Use your imagination. I MISS YOU

Tara: Feeling lonely or horny?

Willow: Both, but especially the second.

Tara: What you going to do about it?

Willow: What do you think?

Tara: Take care of it? Can I help?

Willow: Are you suggesting internet sex?

Tara: Maybe…

Willow: Have you done it before?

Tara: What?

Willow: Had internet sex.

Tara: No, never seemed right.

Willow: Feels right now?

Tara: Well, it’s a need now.

Willow: Ok, the first question is supposed to be ‘What are you wearing’, right?

Tara: I guess… PJ’s.

Willow: Long or short?

Tara: shorts and a tee-shirt.

Willow: Boxers?

Tara: Yep.

Willow: Men’s.

Tara: Yes. What are you wearing?

Willow: Nothing.

Tara: On computer nude?

Willow: Often.

Tara: Like the visual.

Willow: Glad to hear it. Wish you could see it.

Tara: Me too… Soon?

Willow: Relatively.

Tara: So if you were here, what would you be doing?

Willow: I’d start with kissing you.

Tara: With or without tongue?

Willow: Definitely with.

Tara: It would feel good. What would I be doing?

Willow: Same thing as me. Then I’d probably take off your shirt.

Tara: It’s off.

Willow: Really

Tara: Does it matter?

Willow: No, but curious.

Tara: Yes.

Willow: Cool.

Tara: Actually hot.

Willow: Hot here too.

Tara: Go on.

Willow: I’d kiss your shoulder blades, suck and touch your breasts.

Tara: They are soft.

Willow: You are killing me here.

Tara: You want to stop?

Willow: Hell no. Are your nipples hard?

Tara: Very.

Willow: Lick your fingers and touch them, pinch them.

Tara: Feels good.

Willow: Where?

Tara: All over my body, especially…you know
.
Willow: Where?

Tara: You know….

Willow: Ok, I’d touch your stomach and then start feeling your warm silky parts
.
Tara: They are very wet.

Willow: Really?

Tara: Yes, I feel like I need something inside me.

Willow: Do you have anything to use?

Tara: Fingers.

Willow: Anything else?

Tara: Huh?

Willow: Um… do you have anything to “help” yourself.

Tara: Huh? Oh…. No. Do you?

Willow: Yes

Tara: What.

Willow: I have a couple…

Tara: Tell me about them.

Willow: Seriously?

Tara: Seriously.

Willow: My favorite one kind of has a part that looks like a rabbit. It feels really good on my clit.

Willow: > You ever use toys?

Tara: A few times, but not in a long time. I had a funny experience though.

Willow: Tell me about it.

Tara: I was at an adult store in P-town.

Willow: And… why didn’t we go there?

Tara: too shy.

Willow: O, story…

Tara: Was there with a few of my friends, this was before I got with Kristy.

Willow: friends or FRIENDS

Tara: friends, no benefits. Thinking back, they may have been having benefits, I don’t know.

Willow: Go on.

Tara: One of my friends started acting like she was a sales person for the various toys. She was pointing out the positives and negatives of the different vibrators and dildos. The other friend got so shocked that she had an asthma attack. I had to drag her out onto the street and make her take her inhaler.

Willow: She ok.

Tara: Yes, embarrassed, but OK.

Willow: I think I would have laughed.

Tara: We laughed about it later, but she was feeling humiliated. I have trouble not thinking about this event whenever the topic comes up.

Willow: Maybe I can help you develop a new memory?

Tara: I am all for memories. .

Willow: I wish you were HERE.

Tara: Tell me. If I was there what would you want me to do?

Willow: Touch me.

Tara: With what?

Willow: Your finger, your mouth, my vibrator.

Tara: Do you have it nearby?

Willow: In bureau.

Tara: Get it?

Willow: Ok. Got it.

Tara: using it?

Willow: Not yet.

Tara: Use it.

Willow: Can’t type and use.

Tara: Oh….Tell me what you are going to do after this chat.

Willow: Really?

Tara: Only if you want to.

Willow: I’ll try…. Well, I’ll probably start thinking about you.

Tara: What about me.

Willow: All of you.

Tara: Any parts in particular?

Willow: You are a tease.

Tara: It’s fun. I wish I could see you, and tease you for real.

Willow: I'm n bed, sheet over body with laptop on lapdesk. U

Tara: Similar. Continue…

Willow: I’m a breast gal, if you haven’t noticed.

Tara: Hard to miss.

Willow: I’ll think about touching your breasts and having you touch mine.

Tara: Ok….

Willow: I’ll turn on my toy and close my eyes. I’ll try to imagine that it is your tongue tickling me and your fingers inside of me.

Tara: I wish I was there. I am getting hot.

Willow: literally or figuratively?

Tara: Both.

Willow: Tell me about it.

Tara: I am so wet, I am afraid there is going to be a puddle.

Willow: Me too. Wanna change to phone? Use speaker?

Tara: Yes. Call me.

Willow: Ok.

Willow immediately turned her computer off and dialed Tara’s number.


“Hello”, said Tara.


“Hey sweetie.”


“This chat has been fun.”

“Yes. So I’m not sure my body can take it much longer.”

“Mine either.”

“Tell me what to do.”

“You have your toy?”

“Yes.”

“Turn it on.” Tara heard a slight electrical vibration sound.

“On.”

“Put it inside you.”

“Oh, it feels so good.”

“Where?”

“Everywhere. I am so wet.”

“Me too. It’s so slippery. My clit is so sensitive.

“This feels so good. I wish it was you holding it.”

“I do too. I wish it was your fingers inside me.”

“Me too. “ Tara could hear Willow’s breath start to hitch and slight moans began coming out.

“Sound like it is feeling good.”

“Uh, huh. I am imagining you are here.” Willow panted.

The two of them continued masturbating until they both climaxed. It did not take long.

“Well, now I can’t say I never had phone sex.”

“Me either. Must admit that I enjoyed it, but it wasn’t as good as the real thing.

“No it wasn’t.”

“Talk to you tomorrow.”

“Love you.”

“Love you.”

Willow hung up the phone and thought that this arrangement was going to get old soon. There were colleges all around Providence, there had to be at least one that could use a chemistry teacher. She loved teaching at the university, but if she had to go to a community college, or even take classes to be a high school teacher, it would be worth it to be with Tara.

Willow and Tara continued trying to see each other at least once a month. Anna continued to try to do all that she could to alienate Willow. When she answered the phone, she would be abrasive and often tried to lie about Tara’s whereabouts. One weekend when Willow went to Providence to visit Tara, She decided to brave going to the soccer game. She figured that she was not really welcome, and for some reason she dreaded meeting Tara’s ex.

“So you are Willow,” said Kristy as Tara and Willow set up their chairs at the edge of the soccer field next to the two women that Willow assumed were Kristy and Lee. The woman looked her over from head to toe in a manner that made Willow uncomfortable.

“You must be Kristy. Nice to meet you,” said Willow offering her hand and finding that the handshake was limply returned. Lee was more friendly than Kristy and smiled broadly at Willow, and shook Willow’s hand strongly.

“Glad to finally get to meet you, Anna talks a lot about your daughter, her name’s Lila, right?” said Lee.

“Yes, she really wanted to come see Anna’s soccer game too, but this is a weekend that she is with her other mother” said Willow.

“The joys of co-parenting…”

Just then Anna came up to the group of them and rudely said, “What are you doing here? I didn’t invite you to my game. I don’t want you here.”

Willow looked at the child in amazement, “Um…well…”

“I invited her here. I told you she was coming.” Said Tara.

“And I told you not to bring her.” Said Anna.

Tara looked at Kristy for support, but none was forthcoming.

“Hey, kiddo”, said Lee. “Just think how loud the four of us will be cheering you on. It’s like your own section.”

Anna shrugged and ran back onto the field because her coach had called the team together.

“I am sorry Anna was so rude,” said Tara glaring at her ex.

“Hey the kid’s got a right to say who comes to her games,” said Kristy.

“I can’t believe you would say that,” said Tara. “What happened to trying to present a united front.”

“Let’s not argue in front of your new girlfriend” said Kristy snidely, and they all focused on the game as it started.

During the game, Willow watched the three other women interacting. It seemed that Lee and Tara had a better relationship than did Tara and Kristy. There was a definite level of tension between the two former partners.

After the game, they all said goodbye. Kristy made a point to loudly remind Tara that she should call that night. They walked back to Tara’s car.

“Well, that went well…” said Willow.

“Yeah, right,” said Tara. “I can’t believe either Anna or Kristy. Sometimes I wonder what I ever saw in her.”

“She certainly didn’t seem too happy to see me.”

“I know. I didn’t realize that she’d be so rude.”

“Lee seems nice”

“She is. I like her a lot. She’s really good with Anna too.”

“That’s good. It is hard knowing some other woman is going to be parenting your kid.”

“I don’t know what was Kristy’s problem.”

“Maybe Anna’s perceptions of me rubbed off on her. Who knows what she told her about me. What about that dig about making sure that you remembered to call tonight.”

“I know. I’m sorry that it was so awkward. “

Willow patted Tara’s knee and assured her that she’d dealt with much more hostile people.

“So what are we going to do today?” asked Willow trying to change the subject.

“I thought that we’d go get our new phones. Then we’d go home and hang out.”

“Sounds good. I like hanging out. Especially with you. Lila will like that we have a new phone plan, she is always wanting to talk to Anna when I call you. “

“I’ll try to encourage her to be civil. We really need to spend some time the four of us.”

“I agree.”

Chapter Eight: Holiday at Haulover.

The four of them didn’t get together until Christmas vacation. They had tried to figure a way to spend Thanksgiving together, but both families were insistent that they needed to be at their family meals, and Long Island and Massachusetts were a little too far apart to try to do both. So they agreed to remain separate, but vowed that this would be the last Thanksgiving like this. Despite the newness of the relationship, both of them were talking in terms of the future. They both were confident that this was the relationship that would last.


The Mcclay’s had a family tradition of going to South Florida for Christmas at least every three years. Mrs. Mcclay’s mother lived in Fort Lauderdale, and two Christmas’ she’d fly up, and one they would fly down. This was a fly down year.

Willow had been tentative about barging in on a family tradition, but Tara and her parents had been insistent that both Willow and Lila were both welcome and expected to attend. They all met in Boston for the flight. The Maclays had booked the tickets and had gotten four seats for themselves and the girls to sit in one area of the plane, while Tara and Willow had seats in another area. This allowed for them to get some alone time, and to hold hands. Willow and Tara were surprised to find that Mr. and Mrs. Maclay had booked a suite for themselves and the children, and that they had booked another room for Willow and Tara. Willow and Tara were unpacking their belongings and settling in the room.


“Your parents are too cool. My parents would never have arranged all of this. They wouldn’t have even thought of doing things to allow us privacy.”


“What can I say? They are both hopeless romantics.”


“So you come by it honestly.”


“I guess.”


“You are one of the most romantic people I have ever known.”


Tara blushed. Willow walked toward her and embraced her. They began to kiss. Their kissing led to touching, and then to disrobing. They both were half dressed when a knock came at the door.


“Shit” whispered Willow.


“Who is it?” yelled Tara as she put her shirt back on and looked in the mirror to see how mussed her hair was.


“Mama. Granny says that we need to leave for Great Grandmother’s soon.” Said Anna, “Can you open the door? Lila’s got to go to the bathroom.”


Willow had already put her shirt back on and was combing her hair. They only tell tale sign of their previous behavior was a definite red tinge to her chest and face. She took a deep breath and opened the door to the two girls.


Anna looked at the bed which was somewhat mussed up, and then looked at her mother with a disgusted look. Lila went to the bathroom and began musing about all of the stuff in their room. The four of them got ready to go, and went to the lobby to meet the Mcclays.


They went to Tara’s grandmother’s assisted living efficiency apartment. Shortly after meeting Tara’ grandmother, Willow had no doubt where Mrs. Mcclay got her mothering skills. Willow was enchanted by the old woman, whom everyone seemed to call Grandmother. Despite her advancing age, Tara’s grandmother was very lively and lucid. She lived in an assisted living facility, but seemed to be one of the most active residents. Lila was amazed at all of the knick knacks in the woman’s apartment, and even more amazed that the old woman encouraged both she and Anna to play with anything that they found interesting. Lila was also surprised to see that some of the brightly colored gifts had her name on them.


“How did Anna’s great grandmother know my name, and why did she get me a present?” whispered Lila to Tara.


“I don’t know. It must be magic.”


“I don’t think so Tara, there is no such thing as magic,” said Lila a little louder than she had expected.

“Oh yes there is sweetie,” said the old woman. “There is magic all around you. You just have to look for it.”


“Really, you believe in magic?” asked Lila.


“Sure, I do. I’ve believed in magic all of my life. I have lived over 94 years little one. There has got to be some magic to that.”


“Oh?” said the perplexed child.


“Come over here and sit by me. I will tell you a story about magic.”


Both Anna and Lila sat at the woman’s feet in rapt attention while she told a story of elves and fairies. There was a decidedly Christmas theme, but it seemed to focus more on pagan rituals than Christian.

While great-grandmother was telling the story, Willow, Mrs. Maclay and Tara prepared dinner in the apartment kitchen. When it was just Willow and Tara in the kitchen, Willow asked Tara about her grandmother’s story and the decidedly pagan tilt.


‘Didn’t I mention that Grandmother is a pagan?” said Tara.


“No, I don’t think I would have forgotten that. I thought you were brought up Christian, but were not really religious.”


“Well, my Dad is Christian, but my mom’s side of the family has always had a pagan leaning. I didn’t realize it until I was older. I knew that my mom’s side of the family seemed to celebrate traditional holidays a little different than other families. I thought everyone celebrated the solstice and the equinox and was aware of the phases of the moon.”


‘When did you find out differently?”


“Probably in elementary school when I started talking about Yule logs and the reasons for the use of fir trees. I remember being told by some ‘know it all’ kid that we were celebrating Christ’s birthday. I had no idea. My teachers used to always try to shut me up when I’d start to prattle about the pagan roots of all of the Christian symbols.”


“I had a similar experience when I would try to tell people about the Solstice and Hanukah.”


“So are we here to celebrate Christmas or the Solstice?”


“Both. Christmas is still important to my dad, so we go to church and have a big dinner. But grandma is always a little more animated on the solstice. All that stuff under the tree is for tonight, not Christmas.”


“Why didn’t you tell me? I would have brought her present with me.”


“She doesn’t like to get gifts; she just likes to give them on this holiday. She’ll be happy to receive it on the other holiday.”


Dinner was ready just as Grandmother was done telling her first story. At dinner she began telling the children the story of the solstice and the reasons for the celebration. Anna had heard the story before, but it seemed to make more sense now that she was older. Lila was enraptured and had to be reminded several times to eat her dinner because she was just staring at the old woman. She was thrilled when she got to open the presents with her name on it. It was a book of stories and several carved wooden toys.


All of them were sat around enjoying the togetherness. Lila and Anna were playing with some of the games that Grandmother had given Anna. Mr. and Mrs. Maclay were talking, while Tara told Willow stories about previous holidays. Grandmother asked Tara to come back to her bedroom to help her with something. The Maclays engaged Willow into their conversation and Tara followed the old woman into her bedroom.


Tara sat down on a loveseat in the room and the old woman began looking through one of her bureau drawers.


“Can I help you find something, Grandmother?”


“No. No. I’ll be with you a minute.”


“But I thought you needed something.”


“That was just an excuse. I wanted to talk to you and give you something. The request for help was just to provide a diversion. Ah, here it is.”


Grandmother sat down next to Tara and handed her a small jewelry box. Tara opened it and found two silver Celtic knot rings. Tara began to speak, but the old woman interrupted her.


“I’ve been saving this for you. I knew that you were going to meet your soulmate, and I knew that I wanted to give it to you for when you asked her to marry you.”


“Her?”


“Yes, dear. I have known since you were a little girl that you were going to be with a woman. This Willow girl reminds me of the little girl you told me about a long time ago.”


“It’s the same person Grandmother.”


“That makes sense. I knew that you’d met her a long time ago. I also knew that the last one wasn’t the right one. She didn’t make your eyes sparkle like this Willow girl did/does.”


“I didn’t know you knew.”


“I may be old, but I am not blind. You didn’t need to tell me. I can see the love, I know that kind of love…” said the old lady patting Tara’s knee. “These are the rings that my soul mate gave me when we pledged our hearts to each other a long time ago.”


“Your what?” asked an incredulous Tara.


“Keep your voice down. I loved your grandfather and was very sad when he died, but he wasn’t my soul mate. I met my soul mate when I was an adult. I was sure you’d understand…”


“I do, Grandmother. This is just a lot to take in. Why didn’t you tell me before?”


“It wasn’t the time. Now that you have found Willow is the time. I was so worried that I wouldn’t live to see this day. There is a provision in my will, but I didn’t think that you’d fully understand…I left a letter trying to tell you…but I am sure it would have been confusing.”


“Tell me about her.”


“It is a long story, I will tell some of it to you now, but people will be coming to check soon. Maybe you and your Willow can come visit alone some time during your holiday. I could tell the two of you. I’m not going to tell your mother. I don’t think she’d be too happy with me.”


Just as the old woman was saying this, Mrs. Mcclay came into the room and asked if everything was OK. Tara moved the ring box between them and made a point of helping her great grandmother up, while at the same time putting the box into one of the large pockets in her skirt.


As they were leaving, the old woman hugged Willow and whispered in her ear, “take care of my granddaughter you are her soul mate.”


On their way back to the hotel, Lila asked Willow, “Why are Anna’s grandparents and Grandmother so nice to me? I’m not their grandchild?”


Willow began to answer, but was interrupted by Mrs. Maclay. “We are nice to you because you are a great little girl. You are nice to us, so we are nice to you.”


“I want to be part of YOUR family,” asserted Lila.


“You already are,” said Mrs. Maclay.


“No she’s not” said Anna, “she’s got her own grandparents. She doesn’t need mine. I don’t want to share.”


“Anna, be nice. We’ve got plenty of love to go around. Today, Lila is part of our family, and if everything goes well she will be a part of our family for a long, long time,” admonished Mrs. Maclay.


Willow heard her daughter sniffling from the back seat. She tried to reach behind herself to touch her daughter. Tara looked at Willow with a look of ‘I’m sorry’ in her eyes, and the look exchanged between Anna and her mother was one that Willow hoped she’d never see directed toward her.


Anna remained petulant throughout the rest of the car trip and it wasn’t until after Tara and Anna had a bit of a heart-to-heart conversation that the young girl came up to Lila and attempted to apologize.


“I’m sorry for hurting your feelings Lila. Do you forgive me,” said Anna in a rather stilted manner.


“Sure. I’ll share my grandparents with you. I know they got you a Hanukah present.”


‘They did?”


“Uh, Huh. It is at our house.”


This fact seemed to appease Anna and they happily went back to their room with the Maclays. Before Tara and her parents separated, she arranged to borrow the rental van to go spend some time with Grandmother the next morning.


When Tara and Willow got back to their room, Willow could sense that Tara’s mind was somewhere else. She figured that maybe she was still upset about the interchange between Anna and Lila, or maybe her grandmother had said something to bother her. Willow went into the bathroom, did her nightly ministrations and lay down in the bed. Meanwhile, Tara seemed to be moving around the room in a frenetic manner, it didn’t seem she could figure out what she wanted to do.


“Is there something wrong?” asked Willow.


“No, just a lot on my mind.”


“Anything I can help with?” said Willow coming up to Tara and putting her arms around her.


“I don’t know.”


“Well, why don’t you give me a chance. You’re not upset about Lila wanting to be a part of your family are you?”


“No, I already feel like she’s a part of the family, and I know that my parents adore her. Anna will get used to having to share.”


“So what is it?”


“I don’t know how to say it?”


Willow became worried, she wondered what could have transpired between Grandmother and Tara to discombobulate her so much. “just try…” They sat down on the edge of the bed.


“My grandmother is a lesbian.”


“What?”


“My grandmother told me that despite being married to my grandfather for over 30 years, her soul mate was a woman.”


“Really, she whispered in my ear that I was your soul mate.”


“That is what I figured. She wants to tell us the story. She doesn’t want my mother to know. I share everything with Mama, how can I know this and not tell her.”


“Well, maybe we can convince her to tell your mother. You don’t have any secrets from your mother?”


“Not many. “


“I have hundreds.”


“How many of the hundreds do I know?”


“90%”


“Looking forward to finding out the remaining 9%, I leave you 1% to yourself.”


“How comforting. So when are we going to get the scoop from your grandmother?”


“Tomorrow morning.”


“Well, let’s get ourselves some rest so we have ‘all systems go’ for the story.”

Tara went and did her night time routine and snuggled into bed with Willow who was already dozing. Tara’s brain continued to go a hundred miles a minute thinking about both her grandmother and the fact that her grandmother wanted her to marry this beautiful woman laying beside her. She encouraged Willow to go to sleep promising snuggles in the morning.


Tara woke Willow up with the promised snuggles and they enjoyed lovemaking and a shower during the time before they were planning to visit Grandmother. Tara had difficulties looking her mother in the eye when she went to get the car keys, but her mother was otherwise occupied and did not seem to notice.


Grandmother brought Willow and Tara out to one of the terraces that overlooked the Atlantic Ocean. She made a point of closing the door so that they would not be bothered by other residents or staff.


“So Willow, did my granddaughter tell you why you are here?”

“A story about your soul mate ma’am.”

“Please call me Grandmother. That is what all my family has called me for the last 20 years.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

“Ok, you girls ready to listen?”

“Yes ma’am” they both replied.

“I had been married to Tara’s grandfather for about ten years. Your mother was about two, and your uncle hadn’t been born yet. I was very lonely, so your grandfather suggested that I try to find some other women who shared my similar interests. That is what he called my paganism. He had been brought up Christian and was somewhat uncomfortable with my family’s’ traditions. I found a small group of similarly inclined women, and we began meeting to give thanks for the full moon and the changing of the seasons. I made several friends among the women and we became almost like family. Well, I think your mother was almost 18, Tara, when a new woman joined our group. Unlike the rest of us who were mothers, she wasn’t. She explained that she had been raised in our tradition, but gone out West to seek her truth among the native peoples. She had come back to take care of her elderly mother who was not well. She was what people called an old maid, her name was Alice.”


“Aunt Alice?” asked Tara.


“Yes, that is what you called her. Well, Alice and I ended up spending a lot of time together. We knew then that we were soul mates, but I was married. I helped her take care of her mother. After her mother died, she decided to stay in her mother’s home. Your uncle went off to college, and your grandfather died. Alice helped me through this time, and we became closer. Alice’s mother left her some money, and my husband left me comfortable, so we decided to go to the British Isles and see the land of our ancestors. We spent a long time in Ireland, and it was there that we became a couple. We solidified our relationship and began to each wear a Celtic knot. A few years after we returned to the United States, Alice got sick. She couldn’t take care of herself, so she moved in with me. Everyone thought that I was being such a good friend. My taking care of her explained to everyone why she left me all of her land and belongings. Little did they know that she was the love of my life. Do you remember Aunt Alice, Tara?


“Vaguely. I was pretty little when she passed.”


“It killed me when she died. If it wasn’t for your mom and uncle, I think I would have followed her. I moved in with your cousins and uncle for awhile. That is when I sold both farms and bought this apartment. I didn’t want to live alone again. This elder community seemed to be the best compromise. My own private space but with lots of people around.”


“How did you keep this all from Mama?”, asked Tara.


“I don’t think it ever occurred to her. I was her mother, Alice and I had separate bedrooms in the house, and your mother never thought to question our friendship. I am pretty sure she believed that I never remarried because I couldn’t find another man as good as her father. Little did she know that I had no interest.”


“Grandma, you’ve known about my relationships for years, why did you pick now to tell me?” asked Tara.


“As I alluded to last night, I didn’t want to share it with you until I knew that you had found your soul mate.”


“I guess I understand. You know that it is going to be hard for me not to tell Mama.”


“I know, dear, but I just don’t think that your mother would understand. If you have to tell her, I understand, and I will deal with it, but if you can resist, I would appreciate you waiting until I am dead.”


“I hate it when you talk about your death, Grandmother.”


“It’s a fact of life sweetie. We come from the earth and we have to return to it. Please, for my sake, when the time comes say the traditional blessings. I am sure your mother and uncle will insist that I have a ‘proper’ funeral. I count on you to make sure I have the right one. “


“Yes, I will do that for you,” said Tara.


The three of them continued their chat. Grandmother told more stories of her escapades with Aunt Alice. It seemed that before Alice got sick they did a lot of traveling. The time sped by, and Tara and Willow needed to go back to the hotel to get the children and Tara’s parents.


The next night was Christmas Eve, and the whole family met at Tara’s uncle’s house for dinner and then went to Midnight Services. Lila and Anna were very jazzed up by all the excitement and didn’t calm down until close to two o’clock in the morning. Once Tara and Willow got them settled down, they could just muster enough energy to fall into bed themselves. The entire family awoke and met for breakfast at the hotel and then piled into the car and went back to Tara’s uncle’s house to celebrate Christmas. The house was filled with people. Tara’s uncle had four children, and nine grandchildren. Grandmother was in her element being the matriarch of the entire group. Lila fit right in with all the other cousins and there were children running around everywhere.


After lunch, Tara asked if she could borrow the van to take Willow down to the beach. Everyone else was occupied, and the kids were all at the neighborhood pool. They were both relieved to get a little time to themselves.


They went to one of the Fort Lauderdale beaches and found a picnic table that overlooked the ocean. There were a few families sunning themselves despite the fact that there was a rather cool breeze. It seemed that several children were trying out new kites and other flying objects along the flat beach. Willow and Tara kicked off their shoes, and went walking hand in hand along the shore.


“Wow. I have always read about Christmas day, but this is amazing. You have such a big, loving happy family. Your family was more than generous to us,” Said Willow.


“Everyone likes you a lot. They were not as warm with Kristy the time she came down. I think they perceived that she was judging them and comparing her families Christmas celebration to my family’s and thinking that my family lacked a certain level of tradition. She never quite got the pagan stuff. That really turned off Grandmother and mom.”


“I’m trying to go with the flow.”


“And you are doing a good job of that.”


“I try. I find it ironic that we both have religious beliefs that lean toward the pagan, but neither of us mentioned it before.”


“Well, I knew that don’t eat pork or cheeseburgers, and you say are Jewish, so I never thought to question whether you had any different beliefs as well.”


“And I guess that I just assumed with the last name Mcclay that you were a Christian. I knew that you didn’t regularly attend any church, so I figured that it was not a big part of your life.”


“I wonder what else would surprise us. You aren’t a Republican are you?”


“Nope, left leaning Democrat all the way.”


“Me too, though I often am more centrist that leftist.”


“What are other taboo topics…Abortion?”


“Couldn’t do it myself, but am in favor of a women’s right to choose. You?”


“Pretty much the same…I assume you are in favor of gay rights, but I guess I never asked you about your views on gay marriage. You and Kristy weren’t married were you?”


“No. It just wasn’t something that I wanted to do. She asked me to marry her once, but I didn’t want to go thought the whole rigmarole. I think now, that I knew it just wasn’t right.”


“What wasn’t right?”


“She wasn’t someone I wanted to marry. I take the “until death do us part” seriously. I always sensed that she wasn’t 100% committed. It was more, until it doesn’t work for me anymore. What about you and Deborah?”


“She had very strong views about not wanting to get married until it was legal, then once it was legal, we both knew that our relationship was on shaky ground. I refused.”


They continued their walk both too scared to ask the other whether she would ever accept the other’s proposal. Tara felt the weight of her grandmother’s rings on her mind and in her pocket. She knew that it was not yet the time, that they had not been together long enough. And Tara knew that she couldn’t marry Willow as long as they were living in separate places. Tara had looked at the residential treatment programs in the Portland Area, but none were hiring. She and Kristy had also made a pact not to move away until Anna was old enough to travel by herself. All of these thoughts were racing through Tara’s head.


Willow could see the turmoil inside Tara’s head, and wanted to help alleviate it. She led them toward a secluded area of the beach. Once they were away from other people, and in a semi-wooded area, Willow enveloped Tara into a soul sucking kiss.


The kiss was so powerful that Tara found herself unable to think straight. It brought her back into the moment and reminded her that the present was all she could control, and at the present, the woman she loved was doing everything within her power to make her feel good.


Willow was so glad that Tara preferred long flowing skirts and dresses rather than the shorts and tee-shirts that she herself wore. She propped Tara’s body against a tree and pushed up her skirt. Willow thrust her hand into Tara’s underwear and was quickly rewarded with a moan and a very wet center. Willow pushed down Tara’s underwear and Tara stepped out of them. Willow brought her hands back under Tara’s skirt and began touching and caressing the warm slit and teasing her clit with her fingers. Willow then kneeled down and put her head underneath Tara’s skirt and began to lap at her softest parts. Willow’s ministrations became more ardent, and Tara wasn’t sure how she was going to remain upright. Willow put one of Tara’s legs over her shoulder and took up some of the pressure, while Tara rode out her orgasm. The sound of the ocean was quite loud, so Tara felt able to scream out her pleasure. Once her orgasm was done, the two of them collapsed onto the ground.


“Wow!”, exclaimed Tara. “That was awesome. What caused you to decide to do that?”


“I always want to be doing that… However, this time I saw that your mind was troubled and I wanted to help it relax. Plus, I started thinking about what I wanted to do to you, I saw the spot, and decided that the universe was telling me to go for it.”


“I like how your universe talks.”


“Me too.”


“Except your universe is sort of sandy and scratchy.”


“Yes, it is. I guess we should get up and go get our shoes. I am sure that by now Anna and Lila are wondering where we went.”


“I suspect that they aren’t even aware we are gone. When I was their age, I enjoyed having a day where I didn’t have to answer to my parents.”


“Well, I’m not sure our kids are the same.”


“Would it make you feel better if I called my mom and asked what was going on.”


“Yes. Do you have your phone?”


“No, you?”


Willow took her phone out of her short’s cargo pocket and handed it to Tara. Tara dialed her mother’s number and discovered that neither of the children had even asked about their parents. Tara’s mother suggested that the two of them continue to have some time alone.


Despite the beach being beautiful, they decided to take advantage of the time and go back to the hotel. They were barely in the room when their tongues were in each other’s mouth and Tara was urgently undoing Willow’s short’s buttons. Willow hiked Tara’s skirt up, and was pleasantly surprised to discover that Tara had not remembered to put on her underwear.


“You didn’t put them back on?” she whispered when she began touching the silky folds.


“Would you believe I forgot? Some poor person is going to be walking the beach and find a pair of women’s underwear. I liked that pair too.”


“I will get you another pair.” Murmered Willow. “Actually, I think you should stop wearing underwear.”


“That could get messy and embarrassing.”


“But I’d like it.”


“Maybe when we’re alone.”


They moved toward the bed, Willow pulled Tara’s skirt down and began licking and sucking all of the juices between her legs. She then moved up Tara’s body and pushed Tara’s shirt up around her arms and neck, she then quickly undid the front clasp of Tara’s bra and took one of her breasts inside her mouth, while her other hand played in the wetness of her lover’s body. Tara reached into Willow’s shorts and grabbed Willow’s ass. She could feel the wetness and warmth of Willow’s underwear, but her arms were not long enough to push down the shorts while Willow had her breast in her mouth. Tara extricated herself from Willow’s mouth and flipped the slight woman onto her back. Tara shoved down Willow’s shorts and put her fingers into her waiting canal. It seemed that Willow’s body was even more open than usual, and Tara was able to immediately put three of her fingers inside her while using her thumb to massage the sensitive nub. Tara felt Willow writhing below her, and used her mouth to tease her breast, while plunging her fingers into Willow’s body. Once Willow’s breath began to hitch, Tara moved down the redhead’s body and pulled her body to the edge of the bed. Tara kneeled on the floor and plunged her face into the auburn curls, taking in Willow’s essence with her mouth and nose. Willow’s body began to thrash and Tara kept her grip on her lover’s hips while she drank and teased sensitive areas until Willow’s body rose up with a series of shudders and then fell to the bed. Tara slowed her movements and lay down beside a very heavily lidded Willow. She eased off Willow’s shirt which had gathered around her neck, and began making patterns with her fingers on her lover’s stomach. Willow tried to rise up to begin their lovemaking again, but Tara said that she just wanted to enjoy the satiated look on Willow’s face.


They lay there for awhile until Willow needed to get up. When she returned she held a package in her hand wrapped in gold foil.


“This wasn’t the kind of present you give to someone in front of her entire family, especially in front of her parents and her child.”


Tara thought that she knew what it was, but opened it to see. It was twice what she thought. One was long cylindrical and purple, and the other short, roundish, and pink. She picked them up and was pleased to see that Willow had put batteries into both. Willow reached over for the neon toys and turned on the pink one that was designed for outer stimulation. She lay beside Tara and used it to stimulate Tara’s clit and lips.


Tara was amazed at the intensity of the feeling that this little object provided her. It was nothing in comparison to Willow’s hands and tongue, but it provided a sensation that she could understand would be pleasurable especially if used when alone. Willow took the longer vibrator, turned it on and gently inserted it into Tara’s body. This provided an experience that was both familiar and unfamiliar to Tara and she decided that this provided the best of both possible worlds, a feeling of completeness within her body, and the soft beauty of her lover. They were lying in each other’s arms enjoying the afterglow when Tara’s phone rang



It was her mother asking them to come back to her uncle’s house with the car.


“The family?” asked Willow.


“Yes. Rain check?”


“Most certainly.”


The two of them got dressed, straightened up themselves and the room and returned to the party. Both of the children were happy to see their mothers, but quickly ran off to play with the cousins.


Tara’s mother cornered her in the kitchen and asked, “I didn’t interrupt anything did I?”


Tara blushed, and said, “No.”


“Good. Your father was getting worried about you two. I tried to tell him not to, but he wants all of his family in one place on the holiday.”


“I understand,” said Tara.


They returned to the hotel late, and knew that they needed to get up early for their flight home. They were both exhausted. They promised that the next time they got together, they would definitely christen the new toys.


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Yay for good update-y goodness... I hope Lee :smash some sense in to Kristy and that Anna also comes to her senses...

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Oops, I make that mistake too many times. The Scot in me I guess. I've gone through and tried to correct them, but I'm sure I missed a few... :blush


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Awesome update. Hope they can be 'together' together soon. Like in the same area kind of thing. Still loving Lila, cute as ever. And Anna...well, I feel for her, new parents thing is always hard. But how could anyone not like Willow?! Can't wait to read more.

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Hi :)

I really hope they'll be able to work something out for living arrangement. Maybe a city in between? I am not sure how far Providence and Portland are (gotta check Google Maps right after). It is so complicated when you have a job you love. And the co-parening doesn't help. I mean, I'm sure Deborah will be ok as long as they can work something out, but I am pretty sure Kristy won't. Speaking of Kristy, she needs to cool off. I hope Lee can help with that. I mean, I'm sure Anna wasn't so happy about Lee at first, either? If she still imagines her mothers together, Lee must have had a hard time too.
I said it before, but Anna's reaction is really interesting to see. Especially since she is 9. She's bordering between "end of innocent and hopeful age" and "rebelious pre-teen". People often overlook kids' reaction when one of their parents has been single for a long time. The fact that there is another kid her family seems to be loving as much as her makes it even harder for her. I feel upset and sad for her. It's more sad than upset, though. Poor kid is seeing her universe change, and it is scary.

I really can't wait for the next chapter. :)

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PS: If the Scottish in you wants to write Mc, then write McLay. Not sure it is really that, not sure if it is Scottish or just sounding Scottish. Can't blame you, though. ;-)

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Chapter Nine: Interlude Three.

It was the middle of March. Tara and Willow had been able to frequently see each other both with and without the children. They had all spent Valentine’s Day weekend together at Willow’s house, but the proximity of Anna’s room to Willow’s made it a rather chaste weekend. Anna was starting to get more used to the fact that she couldn’t do anything to faze Willow, and she enjoyed the hero worship that Lila provided. The visits were infrequent enough that neither girl seemed to get on the other’s nerves. It helped that both children were clearly only children, and had the ability to play on their own, so that is what they did whenever the situation warranted it. Tara was making dinner when the phone rang.

Hi Tara, it’s Willow.

“Yeah, I have the ring tone you programmed in for just your calls.”

“Oh yeah, what do you think about Myrtle Beach?”

“Not much, other than it is in South Carolina?

“Want to go there?”

“When?”

“Weekend after next? I was contacted by a colleague who got an opportunity to go out of the country. He wanted to know if I could do a symposium at the college organic chemistry conference in Myrtle Beach. He offered to fly both of us directly and he’s already paid for the hotel.

“That was generous.”

“He’s that kind of guy.”

“I will have to ask my ex if she can keep Anna an extra day, but I bet it would be ok. Can I get back to you?”

“Sure. But let me know as soon as possible. I need to buy the tickets.”

“I’ll call you tonight.”

“Great, I love you.”

“I love you too,” said Tara hanging up the phone. Just at that moment, Anna came through the door and said,

“Why do you have to be so gross?”

“What did I do now?”

“I love you, Willow” said Anna in a snotty, dramatic manner.

“Well I do love her.”

“More than you did Mom?”

“That’s a difficult question. Every relationship is different. I loved your mom, and I still care about her a lot. But what I feel for Willow is…”

“I don’t want to know.”

“You asked.”

“Forget about it. Can I spend the night at Kathy’s Saturday?”

“Ok, rapid topic change… are her parents going to be home?”

“Of course, why do you ask?”

“Let’s just say that I learn a little too much about what goes on from my clients.”

“I’m not like them. I am a good kid.”

“They are good kids too.”

“Well, they must have done something bad to get into your program.”

“They made some bad choices. Choices that I am hoping that you don’t have to make for yourself.”

“What did Willow want? I thought you guys mainly talked on the computer.”

“She called to invite me to come with her to a conference in two weekends.”

“Are you going to go?”

“Would you mind staying at Mom’s for an extra day?”

“If I have to…” sighed Anna. “Where is the conference?”

“Myrtle Beach”

“Will you bring me back a tee-shirt?”

“Don’t I always.”

Anna sat down on a stool beside the large island that separated the kitchen from the dining room. She watched her mother making dinner for a little while and then said, “Mama”

“Yes sweetie”

“Can I ask you a question?”

“Certainly, you can ask me any question.” Tara turned around to give Anna her full attention. "I will answer any question you have."

“Are you going to stay with Willow?”

“Why do you ask?”

“You said you’d answer, not ask me a question.”

“I am hoping to spend the rest of my life with Willow.”

“So is she going to be like…like my step-mother? Is Lila going to be my sister? I can't have four mothers. That's just too many... I can't have four adults bossing me around all of the time....Three is already too many...”

Tara walked over to her daughter and enveloped her in her arms, “Calm down, you will always have two mother's, our partner's will always be that, our partners. But I guess you're right about the four adults bossing you around. Welcome to childhood. Lots of divorced kids have this situation. However, we are getting way ahead of ourselves. We don’t even live in the same state”

Anna panicked “We’re not going to move are we? I don’t want to move…”

“No, we are not going to move. I have a deal with your mom that I’ll stay here.”

“So are Willow and Lila going to move here?”

“ I don't know. It’s complicated, she has a good job in Maine and that is where Lila's other mother lives."

“So what are you going to do?”

“I don’t know. I promise when I know, you will be one of the first to know. I am trying to just take it one day at a time. The goddess will take care of us.”

“You know I don’t believe that stuff, right Mom?”

“Really?”

“Yup. I’ve been thinking a lot about it, and I don’t think that there is either a god or a goddess. I think that the world is a random place.”

“Oh…we’ll just try to keep an open mind, and respect other’s beliefs.”

“I will. Lee’s been making me go to church with her and mom.

“Why didn’t you tell me that, she's making you go?”

“What are you going to do about it? They can’t leave me at home alone all Sunday morning. So I gotta go.”

“Oh…I see your point. I just wish you’d told me so I could talk to your mom about it.”

“You’re upset.”

“No, just disappointed. Your mom and I made several agreements, and one had to do with religion. I wish she’d respected it.”

“Just forget I told you.”

“No, I can’t. Maybe after the Sunday I am going to Myrtle Beach, we can arrange the days so they can drop you off here while they go to church; unless you want to go with them.”

“How ‘bout I think about it.”

“Ok.”

Anna went off to the living room to watch TV, while Tara called Kristy.

“Hey, how you doing?” answered Kristy.

“Ok, I have two questions.”

“Shoot.”

“1st. Willow got an opportunity to go to Myrtle Beach weekend after next, she invited me to go too. Could you keep Anna an extra day?”

“Sure, no problem. What is it with you two and beaches? Trying to hit every beach on the Atlantic coast? You are getting pretty serious with her aren’t you?”

“Honestly, yes. But back to my questions. Why didn’t you tell me that you all were taking Anna to Lee’s church?”

“It just started. Lee decided at Christmas that she wanted to get back to worshiping.”

“I thought we agreed that we’d discuss any religion.”

“You don’t discuss your Great-grandmother’s stuff with me, and you took her to your girlfriend’s house for a Jewish Holiday, right? I didn’t give you any trouble about that, did I.”

“It’s different, just because we went to a synagogue doesn’t mean that were are converting, and you knew from the beginning about my families paganism and Christianity too.”

“Well, Lee wants to go, I love her and support her, so I go. You want me to leave Anna at home? A little religion isn’t going to hurt her.”

“I know. I just would have liked to know. “

“Ok. We’re not pressuring her about anything.”

“She told me pretty clearly that she doesn’t believe in any Higher Power.”

“She used those words?”

“No the words are mine. She said she didn’t believe in God or goddesses.”

“Ah… well can I talk to our little heathen?”

“Sure.”

Tara put Anna on the phone. They talked for a moment and Anna said ‘goodnight’ and rushed back to her TV show. Tara called up Willow.

“Kristy said OK. “

“Cool. I’ll buy the tickets. I need to be there on Thursday, so I’ll fly out of Portland, you fly out of Providence Friday. Have you ever been to Myrtle Beach?”

“Nope, it will be a first time. You?”

“Me either… I hear the conference is really nice though. I can’t wait to see you.”

“It feels like it’s been a long time. I’ve got a surprise for you.”

“A good one or a bad one?”

“Depends, I think you’ll think it is good.”

“Tell me now.”

Tara heard Lila calling to her mother in the distance. ”Listen, I have to go help Lila with something. I love you, and I’ll talk to you tomorrow. Ok?”

“Love you too.”

They hung up the phone and Tara wondered what Willow’s surprise was going to be. Tara thought to herself that she could have a surprise too. Her grandmother’s rings were weighing heavily on her. She knew that she’d feel better once the question had been asked, and the rings were safely on Willow’s and her fingers.


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Awesome update. Or interlude as it were. And hey, Tara's gonna propose? Willow's gonna say yes, right? You may have noticed my aversion to angst from Frothy, so I always want things to work out all rainbow and sunshiny :D. I feel bad that Anna feels so kind of conlicted. Childhood I guess. I think she'd learn to really like Lila as a sister. Can't wait for more :party

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Thank you to all who have read this.

Title: Atlantic Antics

Author: willowntara4ever

Rating: NC-17

Disclaimer: Josh Whedon owns the characters. I just imagine different lives for them .

Feedback: Please . This is my first attempt at fan fiction

Notes: Love story with a little child created angst

Spoilers: None

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Chapter Ten: Myrtle Magic

Willow was anxiously waiting for Tara’s arrival. There was a shuttle from the airport to the hotel, so Willow was sitting in the lobby watching for the large van. She had bumped into several colleagues at the conference and had enjoyed attending some of the other’s lectures. She had taken the place of her friend on a panel discussing some of the reasons that there were fewer women in Chemistry programs. Willow found it ironic that her male colleague was originally the panelist. While she was waiting, another program participant sat down next to her and tried to strike up a conversation. Despite her lack of interest in his advances, he continued trying. Willow was very glad when she finally saw the van. She ran up to it and grabbed Tara in an enormous hug and gave her a kiss. As they were walking in, she saw the guy look with amazement at the two of them. As they walked by, he uttered, “Can I watch?” They both glared at him, and went into the elevator.

“What a pig.” Exclaimed Willow.

“Hasn’t that happened to you before?”

“Never that blatantly.”

“It’s happened to me. Kristy almost had to deck a guy once.”

“Ick.”

“Just don’t think about it.” Tara giving Willow another kiss.

Willow brought Tara up to the hotel room. The room had an unobstructed view of the ocean and a balcony. With the balcony doors open, they could hear the pounding of the surf.

“Are you hungry?”

“Famished.”

“Want to go to the hotel restaurant or order in?”

“Room service is so expensive.”

“Don’t worry about it. I got it.”

“I’d really rather stay here.”

“Here. Your wish is my command.”

They looked at the room service menu and chose their food. They went out onto the balcony to wait for their dinner to be delivered. They found the night air to be cool and refreshing, so they decided to eat outside in the moonlight. The room service tray came with a candle, so Willow lit it and they sat down to dinner.

Halfway through dinner, Willow exclaimed, “Don’t you want to know my secret?”

“I was trying to be patient.”

“I can’t be patient.”

“Ok, spill.”

“I got offered a job at Brown; a tenure track position. One of the faculty is retiring and he thought of me. We’ve shared our research together. I may have also let it drop that I’d love to move to Providence.”

Tara looked at Willow and was speechless. Willow misinterpreted her silence for lack of enthusiasm, and she began to babble.

“Just because I could be moving to Providence doesn’t mean I am assuming anything. We’ll get our own apartment, maybe it could be close to your house, Lila could go to school with Anna. It just is a good opportunity. The schools are good in Providence, right.”

Tara leaned over and stopped her babbling girlfriend with a kiss.

“It is ok. I just was speechless for a moment. I can’t believe what you are telling me. You are going to move to Providence. We don’t have to be three hours away anymore. When does it start? Is Deborah Ok with it?”

“Deborah isn’t too thrilled, but she understands that it is a good opportunity both personally and professionally. I promised that I’d get Lila there at least once a month, and she’ll get her for some of the school holidays and a big chunk during the summer. It can start as early as the summer, or as late as the fall. A lot depends on when I give my notice to the University.”

“When’s the quickest you could get here?”

“Here, we are in Myrtle Beach?”

“Sorry, I mean when can you move in?”

“June oe July?”

“That would be great. We’ll get a bunk bed for Anna’s room, and you can make your study out of the library, and I’ll sign the kids up for camp…”

“So…you want us to live with you? I didn’t want to assume…”

“I can’t believe that you would even think that you wouldn’t come live with us.”

“I was hoping…”

“This is so great. I can’t wait to tell Anna, I can’t wait to tell my parents. Grandmother is going to be so happy. I’ve got to call her tomorrow. She kept lecturing me about the need for me to do something to get us closer together. Do you know that there is hardly any residential treatment in Portland?”

“Um…yes. When we first got together I looked. That’s when I figured that I needed to move to Providence. There were several colleges there. I was even thinking of being a high school teacher.”

“You would have done that for me? Why didn’t you tell me?”

“I wanted to surprise you, and I didn’t want to assume…”

“For how much we talk, we haven’t been communicating very well obviously. I think maybe we’ve both been thinking the same things, but not telling the other.”

“What else have you been thinking about?”

“So much…but right now, you know what I am thinking?”

“No.”

“I’m thinking that we’ve finished dinner and...” Tara looked into the room “that room looks mighty inviting, and it is getting chilly out here.”

“I think I could warm you up.”

“I am counting on it.”

They gathered up all of their dishes and put them outside of the door. Willow made sure that the “Do Not Disturb” sign was clearly evident.

She turned back into the room and saw that Tara had moved the candle into the room and was turning down the lights.

Willow walked behind Tara and put her arms around her lover. Tara turned around so that Willow’s face was against her soft cleavage. Willow raised her mouth and they began to kiss. Tara was still in her clothing from work, while Willow had been able to change into more comfortable clothes after her panel. Willow slowly took off Tara’s clothes. She enjoying every moment of unwrapping her favorite present. Soon they were both in just their lingerie. Tara was wearing a lacy blue bra with matching bikini underpants, while Willow had on a more practical ensemble that was hunter green. They both noted that the other had chosen undergarments that accented their eyes.

Willow took in the view of Tara’s luscious body laying on the bed and thanked the universe for this gift.

Tara moved so that she could take Willow’s mouth into her own. Willow’s hands began to touch beneath the lace of Tara’s bra and she pinched one of her nipples causing both nipples to pucker into small hard nubs. Willow removed her mouth from Tara’s and took one of the nubs into her mouth, sucking on the silk until it became wet. She switched to the other, and then back to Tara’s mouth. Meanwhile, Tara was lightly scratching Willow’s back, and had undone her bra. Between the two of them they removed the undergarment and Willow began to tease Tara with her breasts. She would barely touch Tara’s lips with her engorged nipple, and then move away when Tara would attempt to attach her lips. After Willow had done this a few times, Tara grabbed Willow’s back and took her small breast into her mouth. She flipped the smaller woman over onto her back and began kissing and licking Willow’s torso until she came to the lacy underwear. Tara planted little kisses at the waistband, and then peeled the undergarment off Willow’s slight body. Tara was greeted by the musky aroma of her lover and she buried her face into the curls. Willow grabbed Tara’s face and brought her back to her own. The two women fought for dominance, each wanting to take control and make love to the other. They ended up with a wordless compromise and they simultaneously touched each other until each had been brought up and down through their cycle.

They lay in the candlelit room basking in the afterglow. Tara decided that it was time to cement this relationship. She was going to ask this woman to marry her tomorrow.

They spent much of the night making love, taking brief catnaps to re-energize. It wasn’t until mid morning and their stomach’s began rumbling that the two got themselves up and out for a late breakfast. Afterwards, they decided to go for a walk on the beach. It was a sunny, breezy day, and the temperature was perfect for walking on the beach with jeans and a sweatshirt. There were not many people out on the beach, and those that were there did not seem fazed to see two women walking along the edge of the water holding hands.

Willow could sense that something was on Tara’s mind, but she didn’t want to push. She hoped that it was not Tara reconsidering the idea of them living together. She was almost ready to broach the subject when Tara walked up to a large piece of driftwood and sat down. Willow followed and sat down beside her.

“Are you Ok?” asked Willow.

“Wonderful, why do you ask?”

“You just seem a little distant.”

“No, just thinking.”

“About what.”

“A question I have for you.”

“Why do you need to think about it, you can ask me any question.”

“This is a serious question.”

“I’ll try to give you a serious answer.”

There was a moment of silence, and then Tara took Willow’s hands and looked into her eyes. Willow was initially worried, but she saw the love coming out of Tara’s eyes and she was reassured that this question was not one that she would be hurt by.

“Willow Rosenberg.”

“Yes, Tara Maclay.”

“W..w..willow w..w..will you marry me?”

Willow had been prepared for many questions, but this one was not one that she was expecting. Willow had interpreted their marriage conversation in Fort Lauderdale to mean that Tara did not believe in marriage. So she had decided that she would commit to Tara without this formal acknowledgement.

“You want to marry me?”

“Yes,” said Tara. The questioning tone in Willow’s voice made her wonder what the other woman was thinking.

Willow did not have to think anymore, she said “Yes. Tara Maclay there is nothing I would like more than to marry you.”

Tara took the ring out of her pocket and slipped it on Willow’s hand.

This too was a surprise to Willow. Willow looked down at the ring and saw that it was slightly worn. It was a Celtic knot. It made her think of the story Grandmother had told them.

“This must be like the ones your grandmother and Alice shared.”

“Not like, is.”

“Huh.”

“At Christmas my grandmother gave me this ring for me to ask you to marry me. It was hers.”

“This was your grandmother’s ring?”

“Yes.”

“And she wanted you to give it to me?”

“Uh, huh.”

“So, you’ve been carrying a ring around since then?”

“Not all the time. But yes. I was planning to ask you even before you told me that you were going to move to Providence. I just didn’t know when or how.”

“What happened to Alice’s ring?”

“It is here in my pocket. My grandmother gave it to me so you could put it on my finger.

Willow took the ring and placed it on Tara’s hand.

“So I guess we are engaged?”

“Yup.”

They kissed, then Willow asked excitedly, “Who are we going to tell first?”

“Grandmother” they both said together. :party :blush :blush :blush


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Yay for great update-y goodness... Big yay for Willow mooving to Providence and even bigger yay for Tara asking Willow to marry her and extra big yay for Willow saying yes...

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That was excellent. And yay, engagementness. :pride

I'm all happy now :pinky :pinky :pinky

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Delightful! I hope Anna will be ok with that and not cause her mother troubles. Seeing the previous chapter, I think she's gonna be ok, but who knows? :)

Is the end coming soon? :(

Thanks for the updates.

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Hi. I've read this up to date now. I enjoy the story, especially how the two girls met years ago and still love each other. You write it quite tenderly. I'm also an Ima and couldn't imagine having to deal with a custody thing. Blech. I have a good friend who's ex-partner moved herself and their child 90 miles away to another city in the middle of the night (literally). That whole thing sucks.

The only thing I'm not thrilled about is that if I read correctly, they had sex pretty much on the beach or in a park and I'm not really into that. I mean what if they had been caught? Kristy would totally challenge custody over something like that - she seems like an asshole to start with. Also, it's Maclay but perhaps you've corrected that by now.

Please keep this sweet story coming.

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JustSkipIt: You've definitely got a good point about the illegality of the behavior. :blush :paranoid :-| I wouldn't want to get them in trouble. I was trying to stay with my Atlantic ocean theme, not thinking realistically that time... Thanks for the feedback, and I went into each of my submissions and changed the surname (I am sure I missed a few)

JuJu: Anna's going to continue to give them angst, but it will all be tied up in the end.

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Thank you to all who have read this.

Title: Atlantic Antics

Author: willowntara4ever

Rating: PG

Disclaimer: Josh Whedon owns the characters. I just imagine different lives for them .

Feedback: Please . This is my first attempt at fan fiction

Notes: Love story with a little child created angst

Spoilers: None

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“We should tell our kids in person, don’t you think?” said Tara.

“It will be so hard not to tell. I want to shout it off the roof tops. But we’ve got to tell Grandmother,” replied Willow.

“Definitely”

Tara took out her phone and dialed her grandmother. She was pleased to get the woman on the first attempt and announced that she had asked Willow to marry her. Her grandmother was ecstatic and asked to talk to Willow.

“Hello…yes ma’am I was surprised…No I definitely didn’t have to think about it…We’re not going to have to live apart…I got a job in Providence…at Brown…thank you for your supplications, I think they reached the universe. We haven’t set a date yet…no you were the first to know…I can’t tell you how touched I am that you wanted me to have your ring. I know that Alice must be looking down on all of us. I look forward to talking to you soon…here is Tara.”

Tara continued talking to her grandmother for a few minutes then they walked back to the hotel and celebrated.

Chapter Eleven: Interlude Four

On her plane trip back home, Willow wondered how she was going to tell people the news. She figured that Lila would handle the news the best. She wasn’t sure how her parents would react. She had always felt that her parents didn’t value her relationship the way they valued straight relationships. Several times when she had talked to her parents the topic, it seemed that they didn’t and did see gay marriage as the being equivalent to what they called “real” marriage.

Willow picked Lila up at Deborah’s house and Lila immediately saw the ring on her mother’s finger.

“Why are you wearing that new ring Ima?” asked the little girl.

Willow hadn’t expected to have this conversation so soon, but she figured that she should get it out of the way.

“Tara asked me to marry her.”

“Woowee!!! Cool. I was hoping that one of you would do that.” She yelled out to Deborah, “Mommy, Ima’s getting married to Tara isn’t that great?”

Deborah came into the room and asked, “What did you just say sweetie?”

“Ima’s getting married.”

“To who?” asked Deborah.

“To Tara of course.”

Deborah looked at Willow with amazement. “This is pretty fast, don’t you think?”

“No. It feels right. “

“We were together for ten years before I asked you, and you said ‘no’, I guess that wasn’t about your thoughts on marriage it was about me.”

Willow wasn’t sure what to say. “You know that when you asked things weren’t going very well… I’m sorry if this hurts you.”

“I’ll get over it. As a friend I am glad you met someone who you want to marry, and an ex I think I have some things to ponder.”

“That makes sense. Just so you support Lila with the feelings she’s having.”

“I will.”

As they were leaving, Lila asked Willow if she could call Anna and talk about how they were going to be sisters now.

“I’m not sure if Tara’s told her yet, and I’m not sure that she’s going to be as happy as you.”

“Don’t you think she wants to be my sister?” asked Lila.

“I don’t think it has anything to do with you being a sister, I think it will have more to do with Anna not wanting to share her mom.”

“But you always say there is plenty of love to go around. What’s that word you use…love is expo…expoentual”

“Exponential.”

“Yeah, that’s what I said. Do I get a new dress for the wedding.”

“That can be arranged.”

Willow realized that she was so lucky to have this sweet little girl as a daughter.

Things were not going as well at the Maclay household. Anna became enraged when her mother announced that she and Willow were getting married. She ran into her bedroom, slammed the door and locked it. Tara gave her a little while to calm down and went to her daughter’s door. She could hear Anna talking to her friend on the telephone and lamenting that it wasn’t fair, that it was so awful. Tara could also sense from the conversation that Anna’s friend didn’t seem to understand why it was such a terrible thing, and she hoped that this attitude would rub off on Anna. She knocked on the door.

“Go away,” yelled Anna.

“I’m not going to go away. You can open the door, or I can do it.”

“You wouldn’t…” threatened Anna.

“I sure would” exclaimed Tara as she used a screwdriver to trip the lock on the door.

“I’m not going to talk to you.”

“Ok, then you just will have to listen. I love Willow. I want to spend the rest of my life with her. I want to publically acknowledge that she is my soulmate and life partner. I would like you to be happy for me, but I am not going to wait until you come around. It is going to happen no matter what “

“I want to go live with Mom full time. You picked Tara over me. You don’t really love me.”

Tara knew that this was anger talking, but the words still stung. She took a deep breath and said, “Well, who you stay with isn’t your choice, it is your mom and my choice. I did not pick her over you. You are my daughter, you will always be my daughter, I will always love you as my daughter. But Willow is my soulmate, she is the adult whom I have chosen to spend the rest of my life with. I have room enough to love you both in your own special way.”

“How do you know it will last? I thought you and Mom would stay together.”

“Your mom and I were very different. She seems much happier now with Lee than she was ever with me. “

“Do you regret being with her?”

“No. Without that relationship there would never be you. You are the most wonderful thing that ever happened to me.”

“Not re-meeting Willow?”

“They are both different wonderful. I hope that someday you understand what it is like to love someone with all your heart and soul. No matter how much I love her, I will always love you, our relationship will always be special."

“But now there are going to be two kids…”

“I adore Lila, but you are my daughter. Nothing can come between us.”

“Even me?”

“Even you. I don’t care how nasty you are to me, I can take it. I’d prefer that you were nice, but I can take nasty. However…” Tara took a breath, “I will not put up with you being nasty to Willow, Lila or any part of their family. We are going to make Lila and Willow feel welcome here.

“Are we going to have to move?”

“No we will be staying here. This will be all of our house.”

“So they are going to move here?”

“Yes, Willow got a job at Brown.”

“Is Lila going to have to share my room?”

“Yes.”

“Does that mean I can get a bunk bed?”

“Sure, if that is what you want. The two of you can figure out how you’ll go about sharing the space.”

“What did Grandma and Pops say when you told them?”

“I haven’t told them yet. I wanted you to know first.”

“Do you think they will be happy?”

“Yes. I do.”

“Are you going to have a real wedding? With cake and flowers and pretty dresses?”

“I am sure that there will be cake and flowers, I’m not sure about the dresses.”

“Karen asked if both of you are going to wear white wedding gowns or if one of you was going to wear a tuxedo”

“What did you say.”

“That I didn’t know and I didn’t care.”

“Is that true?”

“I think it would be funny to see you both in fancy white dresses.”

“I doubt that fancy dresses are going to be what we chose, but maybe.”

“Do I have to be a part of the wedding?”

“Only if you want to.”

“Can I think about it? Mama…”

“Yes.”

“Can you go away now.”

“Sure,” said Tara as she kissed her daughter on the head and left the room. Tara had gone into the living room to prepare to call her parents when the phone rang.

“Hello,” said Tara.

“Hello”, said a little voice. “This is Lila. I just wanted to call you and tell you that I am happy that you are going to marry my Ima. I want to tell Anna that I am excited to be her little sister. Can I talk to her?”

“She’s on her phone talking to a friend, can I have her call you back?” asked Tara.

“Sure… Ima wants to talk to you.” The child handed over the phone to Willow.

“So how did she take it?”

“As good as we expected. She stormed out of the room, locked herself in her bedroom and called her friends to complain. When I went into her room, she tried every trick she could think of, but finally when assured that I would always love her, she seemed to begin to come around. Lila?

“As you probably could tell, she was fine with it. She just wanted to know if she could get a new dress.”

“Anna wondered about a bunk bed.”

“I guess it shows priorities. So have you told your parents yet?”

“No, I was just about to do it, yours?”

“No…I must admit I am a little anxious. If they say something insensitive or act in any way other than if I was telling them I was marrying a man I might blow a fuse.”

“Maybe I should call your father and ask for your hand. Then he can tell your mother.”

“Would you do that?”

“If you REALLY want me to. It sounds a little patriarchical.”

“I know…but it is tempting."

“Is there something else I could do?”

“How about a 3-way call? Then you’d be able to hear what they said and keep me from overreacting.”

“You want to do it now?”

“I guess there is no time like the present.”

Willow dialed into her parent’s phone. Her mother answered. Willow asked her mom to put her dad on the phone too.

“Mom, Dad I have great news, Tara and I are going to get married.

There was a stunned silence…Ira managed to eke out “Congratulations honey. I am so happy for you.” Sheila remained silent. Willow wished that Tara was beside her rather than several states away. “I got a job at Brown, so Lila and I will be moving to Rhode Island in the summer.”

“That is so nice, a job at Brown,” said Sheila excitedly. “That is definitely a step up. Is it tenure track?”

“Yes, mom. But the job is secondary. I am getting married.”

“I heard you the first time, dear.”

Willow felt the tears beginning to collect in her eyes so she said a hasty goodbye. She got disconnected from Tara as well, and began to sob as soon as she got off the phone. Tara quickly called back, and sat with Willow as she sobbed wishing that she was closer. They had talked about calling Willow’s family together from Myrtle Beach, but they didn’t want the Rosenbergs to be the first to know.

“Well, at least your mom is p..p..predictable,” stuttered Tara.

“Do we have to invite them? I don’t want her raining on my parade.”

“I’m sure she will come around. Your dad seemed happy.”

“I guess… I’ve got to stop looking for personal affirmation from my mother. She’ll never give it. I can just see her bragging that I got a tenure track position at Brown without even mentioning why I was moving to Rhode Island.”

Once Willow’s crying had dissipated, they called the Maclays. Tara’s parents reacted with the happiness and enthusiasm that would be expected when parents find out that their daughter is getting married. Tara’s mother reported that she couldn’t wait to tell all of her friends. Tara’s parents suggested that the wedding occur at the Cape during the traditional weekend. This made sense to both of them, so they decided that it was a great idea.

Fortunately it was early enough to reserve more cabins during the traditional week for their family members. They figured that a nearby hotel most likely would be available for friends.


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Yay! Update!

And hey, it was awesome! I hope Anna can come around to the new additions in their family, but I'm glad Tara laid out the facts and made it clear that she would always love her. I guess it's normal for kids of divorced parents to feel like that though (Well...I know Tara wasn't married to her ex, but you know what I mean)

And I felt so bad for Willow with her Mom being so...apathethic, that must really suck. I just wanted to give her a big hug. I guess that's what Tara's there for (or at least she will be when they move in together, physically anyway, the emotional support is there all the time.)


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“Hello”, said a little voice. “This is Lila. I just wanted to call you and tell you that I am happy that you are going to marry my Ima. I want to tell Anna that I am excited to be her little sister. Can I talk to her?”



I love and shall continue to love Lila. She is just too cute. It's really nice and interesting to have the contrast between her and Anna too, their different ages and parenting I guess.

Can't wait to read some more!

Oh, and just 'cause: :moo :pinky :sheep :kitty

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Yay for good update-y goodness... Good that Anna finally got the idea that Tara really loves her, even when she's marrying Willow... I hope Anna and Lila are able to happily share the room without much fighting...

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