Chapter 8 The welcome home party continued on until well past midnight, with no one wanting to leave or go to bed. Everyone enjoyed the reunification immensely. It was Anya who started yawning, soon joined by the others. After all, everybody had been running on low batteries for a good while.
“I have to get to bed,” Anya grumbled in Xander’s general direction. “Let’s go now.”
“Oh no, please not again! I’m completely dried out,” Xander whined, setting Buffy and Dawn into fits of laughter. “I’ll promise you anything tomorrow. Please, Ahn…not now!”
“I would be extremely offended any other day,” Anya replied with a severe look on her face. “However,” she sighed, “I’m tired tonight and I desire sleep more than orgasms, so come on.” She grabbed Xander’s outstretched hand. “But you’d better believe you’ll be making up for it in the morning,” she added, pulling Xander through the door.
“I wonder if her brain actually switches to a ‘stand-by’ mode when she doesn’t think about sex,” Dawn murmured. She was still giggling when she felt a little smack on the back of her head – a gift from her sister.
“No sex talk from my baby sister,” Buffy said laughing.
“Well, at least I have sex!” the youngster squeaked and bolted upstairs.
Buffy stood there for a few seconds with her mouth hanging open before she sprinted after her sister. Three strides into her chase, she shouted, “I’ll lock you up till you’re fifty! Do you hear that? I’ll lock you up, young lady!” Lowering her voice slightly she amended, “Well, at least until I get some sex myself.”
Within a few minutes the Scoobies were heading to bed.
Willow needed all of her powers of persuasion to make Tara let go of her so the redhead could simply use the bathroom. Tara had been clinging to Willow for hours, following her everywhere.
Not that I mind, Willow smiled to herself. Mmm…having my sweet girl by my side…no, don’t mind at all. But the bathroom…nope, no sir…the bathroom is a one-woman thing for sure! Well, ok…except for showers…nice, warm, naked, soapy Tara showers…mmmmmhhhhh.
As Willow closed the bathroom door, the blonde was standing there looking abandoned like a kid who didn’t get picked up after school. She’s so damned cute with those puppy dog eyes Willow chuckled. When she finished in the bathroom a moment later, she was ambushed by her lover -- who nearly knocked the redhead over in her haste to reconnect.
“OUCH! Tara, Please!” Willow wanted to shout, but she just couldn’t upset her sweetheart, so she decided to take it like a...woman.
It took Willow some time to find a comfortable position on the bed, but finally she decided to go with sleeping on her back…and she very quickly found that it simply wouldn’t do. She much preferred to use a certain blonde, curvy, divine woman as her pillow, and snuggle into the soft, full breasts the redhead would tear the world apart for. Ooops, I nearly did that already, not for the breasts…but for Tara as a whole, her soul, her love, her heart… her butt, her thighs...Hey, bad Willow! Bad, bad Willow! she thought. And then a smirk came to rest on her lips.
“Hey Sweetie, what are you smiling about?” Tara asked shyly. She’d been silently watching Willow for a while.
“Oh, I was just complimenting your breasts in my head. I had a nice little conversation about them, actually,” the redhead answered. Tara’s face instantly matched her girlfriend’s hair color.
“Come here, you gorgeous woman,” she heard Willow growl. “Mmm, I’ve missed you so much,” Willow purred, as she placed a gentle but nevertheless intense kiss on strikingly full lips. “Just you wait until I can move properly again, young lady, and I promise I’ll make you forget every bad thing in this world!”
“But for now, it’s just sleeping and holding hands I’m afraid,” she sighed looking at Tara. “Uhm, no. Actually, change of plans,” Willow amended, with a sudden and wicked smile. “Just sleeping and holding breasts. You know I’m a breast girl, injured or not,” she asserted, and placed a hand on Tara’s left bosom. “Ahhh…that’s much better,” she said. “Baby, is that ok with you?” she asked, looking at Tara from the corner of her eye. “I mean, do you mind if I....”
“Hush…and don’t you dare move that gorgeous paw of yours away!” Tara replied, giggling. “Don’t. You. Dare.”
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The next day was just as enjoyable. It was a lazy day, with little more accomplished other than some serious goofing around.
Xander, who still looked tired, and Anya, who looked very much relaxed, were the target of jokes all day.
Tara was still holding on to Willow, and Buffy had to threaten to post a ‘no smoochies memorandum' on the refrigerator if the Wiccan didn’t agree to let go just long enough to produce some of her famous funny-shaped pancakes for breakfast. It almost worked. Buffy got her pancakes, but Tara kept Willow so close, the redhead had to put on a performance worthy of “American Gladiators” just to avoid being hit by the pan Tara used to flip the flapjacks.
Dawn was still carrying on with her taunts of, “I have sex and you-u do-on’t,” and it took the overprotective Slayer all morning to realize that her little sister was probably only joking.
OK, I have to have a serious talk with Dawn one of these days. I just want to make sure she knows what she’s doing, Buffy thought, as a frown possessed her lips. With my luck, it’ll probably end up with her giving me tips on the latest techniques and...
“Bad thoughts, bad thoughts!” Buffy shouted waving her hands around her head as if she were fending off a mosquito attack. “Bad thoughts.” She turned to find herself on the receiving end of very curious looks from everyone in the room.
“Oh dear Lord, is there no one left without brain damage around here?” Giles asked rhetorically, raising his hands to the ceiling.
“Oh, no. Definitely not,” he heard Anya say in a thoughtful tone. “I’m quite certain they’re all damaged in some way. Years of running and jumping and falling and comas and bites and things…it just screws with you. It’s really very clear that everyone here is a little nuts. Oh, that includes you too, Giles. In all my years as a vengeance demon I’ve never seen one person take so many blows to the head. Why, in the time I’ve known you, you’ve been unconscious more than you’ve been awake,” the ex-demon offered matter-of-factly.
“Oh, thank you very much for that splendid assessment. I very much appreciate it,” Giles replied as he sighed.
“You are most welcome,” Anya said, walking into the kitchen with a pleased look on her face. She enjoyed being helpful.
“Giles, old pal,” Xander said with a grin from ear to ear, “you should know by now that sarcasm is completely lost on her.”
“I tend to forget,” Giles sighed, shook his head slowly, and started back toward the living room. “I tend to forget.” And now I’m repeating myself for no reason. Perhaps Anya’s on to something, he pondered, while rubbing his temples.
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This night was far less pleasant for Tara than was the previous.
She kept turning in the bed, waking Willow a few times by accident. After that, she just didn’t dare to go to sleep.
It happened once, it could happen again. She forgave me this time, but would she be willing to do it again? It could happen any time, any night. And I could do real damage, hurt her so deeply. I could even....kill her.
Tara's mind was racing. I'm a time bomb, capable of hurting my sweet girl.
My Willow. NO. NO. NO! That’s never going to happen. I won’t let it happen!
Willow was lying on her back, not holding on to Tara. Tara watched Willow sleep. What an absolute beauty. We’ve been together for so long and she still takes my breath away every time I look at her.
At that moment a plan formed in Tara’s mind. Ok, this could work. It might work. Okay, it probably won’t work…but l have to try anyway. I have no other choice.
She slipped out of bed and got dressed, careful not to make too much noise. I won’t bother taking anything with me, she decided. Money, credit card, ID. That’ll do.
The blonde crept over to Willow, placed a gentle kiss on the redhead’s warm cheek, and whispered words almost too soft to be heard. “Willow my love, I have to go now. I’m sorry, but you can’t come with me. This will be my battle, alone. Please don’t be angry with me.”
Tara retrieved a slip of paper from the desk and wrote a note for her lover. Tears fell from her cheeks and the droplets covered the short letter. “Forgive me, my love,” she quietly pleaded. She then put the note on Willow’s bedside table and left...unnoticed by everyone.
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Willow was awakened by beams of dancing sunlight coming in from the window, warming and tickling her face.
“Mmm,” she said through a half-yawn, “it’s a beautiful morning, isn’t it, baby?” She was taken aback by the absence of an answer and turned around in the bed to find the other side empty.
“Hey, she knows I hate it when I have to wake up without her!” Willow exclaimed disappointedly through a prize-winning pout. “Where is she? Oooh! She’s probably making pancakes that can go in bellies!”
Willow was about to get out of bed – Ouch! Stupid ribs – when she saw a note with her name written on the front, propped up against the lamp on the bedside table. She recognized the beautiful handwriting instantly.
“Oooh, a love letter from a fan. Probably a beautiful fan!” she shouted, hoping Tara would hear. She tore into the envelope.
I hope it’s at least PG-17. Willow smiled to herself and started to read.
“Dear Willow,
Love of my life, most precious of all…”
but more in this sense 
(if that works) before me inner eye. 
too.
That was just beautiful...and their 'thinking to each other' was awesome, and Anya catching them was just too funny.
I doubt that anyone has anything against breakfast, but the next time without tea
ock, but...HEY...don´t worry, no ME
or anything in my world !!!!!!!!!
Update soon? 
just happened? too cliffhangery! mean!
anyway... here some quotes i really really liked (though it's hard not to quote the whole update 
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but i think i know what's Tara up to.
how can u stop there?
...especially with the 'buffy vs. dawn sex battle' going on...it was just too funny...and it made me realize how well youve captured the whole family dynamic that the gang has.
I have no id what she wanna do at home, beating them wont be a way and talking neither
