Frothy Goodness [AU] (Complete)

[Laragh]

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TITLE: Frothy Goodness

AUTHOR: Laragh

CHAPTER RATING: PG-13

DISCLAIMER: I don’t own any of the characters, Joss does. I may totally disagree with what he did with them, but alas, he still owns them.

SUMMARY: They meet. They fall in love...I’m really bad at summaries. Happy, light reading.

SPOILERS: None. No demons, no hellmouth.

FEEDBACK: Go for it.

ANGST: None.

Part 10


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Tara arrived at work at 8.50am sharp and booted up her laptop. She had a board meeting at ten that she needed to finish preparations for. She figured that would probably take until one. She could take lunch for a half hour and then back to back appointments for the afternoon.


Gonna be a long day.


*******


Willow stepped off the elevator at midday. She loved mornings she could arrive late. Despite how much she loved her work, she loved sleeping-in even more.


So she’d proposed a rota with her immediate boss, the Programming Department Head, Mr. Philips, that the second Monday of every month, management-meeting day, she would only work afternoons and stay an hour later each day that week to make it up. She’d had a series of flow charts, illustrated by different coloured pens, showing how it wouldn’t affect her productivity in the slightest and that those mornings were usually the slowest of the entire month.


Mr. Philips, by then used to his best programmers quirky nature, agreed to the schedule and Willow looked forward to these Monday’s each month. She stayed late everyday anyway so it really made no difference to her in that area.


She walked through her half empty department to get to her desk.


Everyone’s at lunch.


Settling down, she started her computer and ran her custom-made anti-virus software, like she did every morning.


Better to be neurotic than get your hard-drive wiped by tiny bugs intent to destroy.


While that was scanning, she opened her email, checking both her internal work account and her general one. Highlighting a few forwarded jokes from Buffy to check later, she moved onto her work account.


Davy report, done. Naylor account…dammit, Alan, you were supposed too take care of that…Miranda Thomas? Who the hell’s Miranda Thomas?


She clicked open the email and paled slightly.


No, no, no I thought I had more time! That was like, in a couple of weeks! I haven’t prepared! I need charts and diagrams, and oh god, where are my highlighters!?


She frantically went through her drawers, pulling out a pack of highlighters and setting them on her desk when she realised she had no immediate use for them.


Okay, Will, you’ve got just over two hours here. And it’s good, your work is good. You’re gonna get the best performance appraisal ever. You’ve done this before. It’s all good.


Willow set an alarm for 2.20pm, 10 minutes before her meeting up in HR, and opened the Davy Report for one final check through before she submitted it to her boss. She was still checking it when her phone started ringing, indicating it was time to go. She printed off her personal appraisal she had prepared the month before and set off.


She walked off the elevators onto the 22nd floor and began looked around. The last time she had been up here was when she was in the process of being hired, 3 years ago when she was still a brand-new graduate. She’d had no work-related grievances, and it was only recently-implemented policy that determined all performance appraisals to be carried out by the HR department, having previously been done by Department Heads themselves.


Willow walked through until she came to a desk with a brown haired woman typing away at her computer, a plague identifying her as ‘Miranda Thomas – Personal Assistant’.


She looked up with a dazzling smile and Willow noticed how pretty she was.


Stop that! You’ve got a girlfriend now!


“Can I help you?” she asked politely when the redhead continued to just stand there.


“Oh right! Sorry. I have a 2.30 appointment with…” Willow trailed off as she realised she had no idea what the HR Manager’s name was, “erm, with the Department Head. Willow Rosenberg”


“Of course, Ms. Rosenberg. Ms. Maclay will be with you momentarily.”


Willow stilled as she heard the last bit.


“Ma…Maclay?” she asked to be sure, but didn’t give the assistant a chance to answer as she turned to look at the door to her right and saw in big letters on it:

Tara Maclay
Head of Human Resources

“Eeppp!” she squeaked out, shocked.


“Are you okay, ma’am?”


Willow’s mind casted back to their conversation at the restaurant – Was that really just two days ago? – at being called ‘ma’am’, before realising what she must look like.


“Sorry. Yes I’m fine thanks. Just thought I left my oven on at home for a second,” she said with a lot more confidence than she actually felt.


Oven? You left your oven on!? Idiot, Willow.


“Okay. If you just want to take a seat, she’ll be with you in one moment,” Miranda said courteously.


“Thank you,” the redhead replied.


Willow heard Miranda get back to typing, and a minute later she was told to go through into Tara’s office.


Willow knocked and entered, closing the door quickly behind her.


“Hey sexy,” she said when she saw Tara’s head still looking down at her desk.


Tara’s head shot up at this and her mouth began opening and closing with no sound coming out when she saw her girlfriend standing there.


“Willow! What are you doing here?” Tara asked, still in shock.


“I think I’m maybe your 2.30?” she said, slightly nervously.


“But…” she trailed off as she clicked a few buttons and looked at her screen for a second, before turning back to the smaller girl smiling, “Rosenberg-comma-Willow. Senior Programmer. My 2.30 appointment. Sweetheart, don’t look so nervous. Sit down.”


“I can’t believe neither of us even thought to ask where the other worked,” Willow said, sitting down opposite Tara.


“I know. It’s strange though, right? We live 3 blocks away from each other, we work in the exact same building for the exact same company and it takes a random collision in the street to bring us together,” Tara said, the shock dissipating.


“I know! Look how much time we wasted. Doesn’t matter now though. We’ve got all the time in the world,” Willow said smiling.


“If I didn’t have a see-through window I’d give you a big kiss for that,” Tara said cheekily.


Willow blushed.


“Not to, ah, ruin the moment, but is there some policy on inter-office dating? ‘Cause if we can’t, I’ll quit. I mean I can totally work for someone else or whatever, these kinds of companies, all the work is similar so just say the word and I’ll do it. What’s the resignations procedure here? I see my immediate supervisor, right?” Willow asked, breathless by the end.


“I, wow, Willow, as absolutely touched as I am that you’d be willing to quit your job, I could never let you do that. We could just defy the policies I work so hard to implement and sneak around,” Tara started, happy when she saw the smile from the other girl, “but we’re fine. It just has to be noted in the records.”


She typed for a few seconds and looked at the redhead.


“And now it is. That’s okay with you right?”


Tara was suddenly worried she’d gone too far by doing it without asking.


“Of course,” Willow said, beaming, “the more people who know you’re mine, the better in my book.”


“Better in mine too. So, about your appraisal? I can’t do it. It’d be a conflict of interest. But I can reorganise it so you’ll know exactly when it is. I know it was a bit sudden being told just a few hours before hand, my original guy was out sick today and there’s a lot of people to get through so we didn’t want to waste the hour. Seems like fate now, huh? Dear god, I think your babble is contagious,” Tara, said, turning red.


Willow giggled.


“Don’t worry. You get used to relying on less oxygen. And it’ll come in handy. We can keep kissing without needing to break,” Willow said and then winked, “And yes, that would be great. The scheduling, that is.”


“Okay. Would you prefer having it with your own department head? I haven’t referred anyone else back down to him yet, so I’m sure he won’t mind doing it.”


“Really? You’re okay doing that? I thought they all had to be done up here?”


“They do, but I can recommend a second appraisal and can request your department head do it. And don’t worry, it won’t look bad on your record or anything. In fact, looking at your file here, I wouldn’t worry about anything…except maybe this. You’ve been working 70 hour weeks?” Tara asked, worried.


“I, ah, thought you couldn’t do it…you know conflict of interest and all,” Willow chuckled nervously.


“I’m speaking as your girlfriend now. If work is that demanding, I’m sure you could talk to your boss and -”


“It’s not that. It isn’t demanding, at least not any more than it should be. I just like work is all,” Willow said, shrugging nonchalantly.


“But you’ll burn out with those kinds of hours. I’ll stop being the nagging girlfriend, but please think about it?” Tara said, giving her puppy dog eyes.


“Hey! That’s not fair. You can’t go pulling out those eyes and that half smile every time you want something!”


“Look who’s talking! Don’t think that pout didn’t completely work its magic yesterday.”


“Well if it’s any consolation, the weekend just gone is the first one in months that I haven’t come into the office. I never had any reason to stay away before. Now I have you,” Willow said, sincerely.


“Well I’m happy to be your reason.”


“And, hey, not really all with the fairness here, using my personnel file against me,” Willow said, in mock-anger.


“Okay, I promise I won’t look again. And besides the only thing in here that I didn’t already know was your birthday. And now I do. September 12th…a Virgo. Perfectionist, right?” Tara responded.


“That’s me. Hence the long hours. But now we’re uneven. I don’t know your birthday.”


“Oh, it’s October 16th.”


“Octo…October 16th!?” Willow asked incredulously, “Tara, that’s Friday!”


“Um, yea.”


“Why didn’t you tell me?”


“I didn’t think it was important?”


“Not important? Not important? Tara, it’s your birthday! You have any plans?”


“Not officially. But I think my friend Anya, she works down in finance by the way, wants to go to the Bronze. You wanna come with?” Tara asked.


“Of course I want to come! Unless you don’t want me to?” Willow asked in a small voice.


“Of course I want you to come. I was gonna ask you along, anyway. I have to warn you though, Anya’s a little…well she’s Anya.”


“Well I look forward to meeting your friend. Buffy can’t wait to meet you either.”


“You talked to Buffy about me?” Tara asked, smiling.


“Yep. I think by hour two I’d fully illustrated just how perfect your eyes are,” Willow replied, gleaming.


“You’re gonna make me blush. Which is not a good look for a Department Head.”


“Speaking of, I should probably let you get back to work. And, you know, go back too. But to show you how committed I am to this less working hours thing, can I walk you home?”


“Sure. What time do you get off?”


Don’t say whenever you’re around; do not say whenever you’re around!!!!


“6pm all this week. Is that okay? If it’s too late - ”


“6pm is perfect. I’ll meet you in the lobby.”


“Great. See you then,” Willow said, standing up and making her way towards the door.


“Will, wait,” Tara said, standing up as well.


Willow went back over to the desk quickly.


“What’s wrong?” she said worriedly.


“Nothing,” she said, looking down, “it’s just, what you said yesterday, about holding my hand when you can’t kiss me? Well,” she said and stuck out her hand, “I feel the same. So a handshake will have to keep me going.”


Willow’s heart swelled with love for the blonde and she grasped her hand firmly, rubbing her thumb over Tara’s knuckles.


She broke away and went to the door.


“See you later, Tare,” she said and slipped through the door.


“Later, indeed,” Tara said as the door closed, and she got her file together for her next appointment of the afternoon.

[WillowRulez]

Lol, Willow pulling out the highlighters was too cute - and offering to quit was even cuter.
So Tara is actually two years older than Willow? Cause you mentioned before Willow was 24 and Tara 25 and now with her bday coming up. I think it's always good when a story mentions ages.
Great update, as usual!

[Taralover]

So cute.

[Nue]

oh, Will´s going to quit her job just to be with Tara? that´s just SO sweet ^^

and I totally saw this 'working in the same company' coming, really nice and amazing.. I hope those Tara´s bastards co-workers don´t freak out and make her life a living hell...

And her birthday´s coming? so she´s 2 years older than Will?

[taralicious]

Love burns as brightly in the glass-panneled offices of the executive floors as it does in the cubicly goodness of the computer programmers and doesn't fate delight in playing with us mortals by guiding Willow and Tara as chess pieces to their seemingly random meeting.
The semblance of office protocol is a force to be reckoned with as the last thing Willow and Tara is to become the subject of office gossip and subsequent inquiries.
Willow is so cute in the way she offered to quit in order to keep seeing Tara.

[arsyadriani]

“Ma…Maclay?” she asked to be sure, but didn’t give the assistant a chance to answer as she turned to look at the door to her right and saw in big letters on it:


Tara Maclay
Head of Human Resources


“Eeppp!” she squeaked out, shocked.

you light up my monday
keep going with the update-y goodness
RC

[Laragh]

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TITLE: Frothy Goodness

AUTHOR: Laragh

CHAPTER RATING: PG-13

DISCLAIMER: I don’t own any of the characters, Joss does. I may totally disagree with what he did with them, but alas, he still owns them.

SUMMARY: They meet. They fall in love...I’m really bad at summaries. Happy, light reading.

SPOILERS: None. No demons, no hellmouth.

FEEDBACK: Go for it.

ANGST: None.

Part 11


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The week passed quickly for both girls, who had fallen into a routine of meeting outside Tara’s every morning and getting coffee before work, and walking home together at the end of the day. Willow had cooked dinner on Monday night, after the realisation of their shared work place. The rest of the week had meant busy evenings for both girls who hadn’t had the opportunity to spend the evening together since.


Tara was just finishing up for the day when her phone rang.


“Hello, Human Resources, Tara Maclay speaking,” Tara said in her most professional voice, despite the Friday-evening tiredness that was setting in.


“Tara! Thank god, I worried you’d have left already.”


“Anya, what’s wrong? The Dow isn’t down or something is it?” Tara asked her only real friend, with a teasing tone.


“Tara, if the Dow were down do you really think I’d be sitting her talking to you this calmly? I’d have to find some young stud to pump the tension out of me,” Anya replied seriously.


Tara had grown accustomed to Anya’s unique attitude and slight…obsession with all things sex and money. Initially she had been shocked by her blunt demeanour but soon grew to like her open and honest nature. It was, at the very least, refreshing. Even if, at times, like when in public, she wished the ground would open and swallow her up.


“So what’s up, Ahn?” she asked, ignoring the last comment.


“Just checking we’re still on for tonight. 8pm? The Bronze? I still don’t know why you won’t let me take you to a strip club. I know a brunette who owes me a favour for some fill-in work I did last month. She would be more than willing to give you a private dance…”


“Anya, I told you, first off I don’t like strip clubs and -”


“You don’t like strip clubs!? They’re the very foundation on which the American Economy is built!”


“Anya-”


“Exchanging services for monetary retribution! And what better services than ones that are already at your disposal. Think about it, our bodies have such capacity for making money, but 90% of them just sit around, doing nothing.”


“I’ll see you at the Bronze at 8pm, Ahn!” she said before hanging up, the other girl still talking on the other end. She tried to keep on phone conversations with Anya for a year before she realised that the girl was in her own world and didn’t even notice when she hung up. She’d felt bad about even thinking about it, until she’d been caught in a conversation about the pros and cons of threesomes, or as Anya had put it, “having more than one penis inside you.” She’d gone to apologise the next day only to discover Anya hadn’t noticed and continued the conversation completely one-sided.


And, anyway, I don’t hang up every time. Just when she gets carried away.


She shut down her computer and left her office, passing Miranda doing the same on her way out.


“See you Monday, have a good weekend,” she said as she passed.


“Thanks. Oh and Happy Birthday, boss.”


Tara continued down the elevator until the doors pinged open at the 12th floor. She smiled when she saw a familiar redhead step in.


“Good timing,” Tara said as Willow stepped through the doors, then pulled the redhead in for a kiss when they were safely closed.


“Indeed it was,” Willow replied, smiling, “Oh, and Happy Birthday.”


“You already wished me Happy Birthday this morning.”


“Yea, well, it deserves to be said a lot. So expect plenty of it.”


Willow leaned in for another kiss and deepened it immediately. Pulling back, she smiled.


“And a lot more of that. So we all set for tonight?”


“Yep,” Tara said, pointing at the small backpack she as carrying alongside her handbag, which carried her change of clothes for the evening. They’d agreed that Willow would cook dinner for them and they’d head for the Bronze from hers.


“Great!”


They walked out of the building and straight to Willow’s house.


Once there, Willow poured them both a glass of wine and began preparing dinner, Eggplant Parmesan, which she knew was Tara’s favourite.


After dinner, Willow got up excitedly and went back into the kitchen, returning with a frosted cupcake with one lighted candle in it.


She sang Happy Birthday and put the cupcake down in front of Tara.


“Wow, Will, this is amazing. Thank you,” Tara said, choked up.


“Nothing really,” Willow said, ducking her head.


Tara got her knife and halved the cupcake, picking up one half and feeding it to Willow. Willow did the same to her with the other half.


“We should probably start getting ready,” Tara said, glancing at her watch.


“Yea…Oh! Wait! Your present!” Willow said, jumping up again.


“Will, you didn’t have to get me anything, I mean you made dinner, and the candle and everything…”


“No way am I letting my girl go without a present on her birthday,” Willow said, walking back in from the living room with a long thin present, wrapped in light blue wrapping paper and a card with ‘Tara’ printed on it in purple calligraphy on top.


She handed it to Tara, slightly nervously.


“I hope you like it,” she said.


Tara noticed the worried shake in the redhead’s voice and reached out to squeeze her hand.


“Sweetie, just the fact that you got me anything means the world to me.”


Willow smiled and squeezed back.


“Well, open it then!” she said, the excitement back in her voice.


Tara got the card from the top first and took it out of its envelope, shocked when she saw an exact drawing depicting their first meeting, complete with a spilled coffee on the ground and a redhead staring at a blonde in wonder. She opened it up and saw the words Happy Birthday printed inside, and in her girlfriend’s handwriting:

I wanted to document the moment you stole my heart.
Have a great birthday, baby.
Willow.

Tara looked up through teary eyes


“How?” she asked simply


“There was a guy in marketing who owed me a favour,” Willow replied, acting nonchalant, but her beaming smile gave away her happiness at the reaction in blonde.


“T-thank you,” Tara said.


“Hey now,” Willow said, scooting closer, “You’ve still got a present to open!”


Tara laughed and wiped at her eyes, then started carefully unwrapping the blue paper.


Pulling it back, she saw the back of a large frame and gasped when she turned it over.


Inside the beautiful mahogany frame, was a certificate telling her that a star in the constellation of Libra had been named as Tara Maclay. She stared at it intently, tracing over her own name.


When there was no sound from the blonde after a few moments, Willow began to get worried.


“Tara? Are you ok-”


She didn’t get to finish as Tara grabbed her around the neck and began kissing her soundly. Willow brought her hands up to cup the blonde’s cheeks. They continued like this before Tara pulled away, panting and flushed. Willow was in a similar state.


“Thank you. That is the most amazing, precious gift I have ever gotten,” Tara said, picking up the frame again from where she had put it on the table.


“Well I wanted to get you something to show you mean the world to me…”


“I love it.”


“Yea…I kinda got that from the kiss. I’m gonna get you stuff more often if I get kissed like that,” Willow said, grinning.


“I’ll give you those kind of kisses for free,” Tara responded, looking at her adoringly.


They stayed like that for a few moments until a beeping from the kitchen, indicating the dishwasher had finished its cycle, broke them from their reverie.


“Why don’t you take the first shower while I empty the dishwasher?”


“Oh no, I can help at least,” Tara said, not wanting to put everything on the redhead who had already cooked and cleared up.


Not to mention that amazing gift…


“Uh uh, birthday girl. You don’t get to lift a finger. Now go. You remember where everything is right?” At the blonde’s nod, she continued, “There’s some robes in my room, you can get changed in there. They’re big, so they’ll fit around the, uh…”she trailed off as she realised what she was saying.


Tara, seeing Willow turn the colour of her hair, decided to have a little fun with her flustered girlfriend. She raised an eyebrow at her and looked at her defiantly.


“In the…?” she asked, calmly.


“Well…you know,” Willow said, beginning to flail her arms, “in the general area of…”


Tara said nothing, just raised her eyebrow higher.


“The chest area!” Willow finally said, in a whisper.


Tara broke and burst out laughing.


“Wha…Tara! That wasn’t funny!” Willow said indignantly


“You should’ve seen your face!” Tara replied, still laughing


“My girlfriend, the comedian,” Willow responded, pouting.


“You’re cute when you pout.”


“Yea, well see this?” Willow started, setting her features, “This is my resolve face. Learn it, know it, fear it, for you will never defeat it.”


She walked over and pulled Tara up from her seat.


“Now,” she said, walking her over to the kitchen door that led to the hallway, “you, shower!”


She gave her a playful swat on the ass as Tara exited and made her way back to the dishwasher.


Oh.My.God. I touched her ass. I TOUCHED HER ASS. Self, have you no control!? You can’t just go invading people’s space, girlfriend or not. But it felt nice. Really nice. Stupid, Willow, stupid!


*********


Tara stepped out of the shower, refreshed, and wrapped a towel around her body.


She’d initially been a little surprised to feel the redhead’s hand on her butt, surprise that had quickly turned into pleasure. She’d felt the warmness of where her hand had been right up until she’d stepped under the hot spray of water.


She had to admit, she’d been tempted to bring the nozzle down a few times and get some relief from the feelings that her girlfriend always seemed to stir. But she figured there wasn’t enough time for that today, they had less than an hour to get to the Bronze to meet Anya.


Anyway, I want my first orgasm in Willow’s house to be because of Willow.


She giggled at the thought as she put the robe around her body and headed back to Willow’s room to get changed. She was just finishing the buttons on her corset-style top when there was a knock on the door.


“Come in,” she said, doing up the last button.


“Hey,” Willow said, coming in, “Just came to check if I could, um…uh…”


She trailed off as her eyes were instantly drawn downwards to the top of Tara’s shirt, her breasts pushed upwards and framed by a rich red coloured material.


“You could…?” Tara asked, oblivious to the where the smaller girl was staring.


When she got no response, she stared at Willow for a second before realising what was going on.


So, I got myself a breast girl here!


“Um, Will, honey? My eyes are up here,” she said, stifling a giggle.


“Hmm? Oh! Err, yea,” Willow replied, meeting Tara’s eyes, then blushing furiously, “You, uh, you look great!”


“Thanks,” Tara responded, “I’m all finished in the bathroom if you needed the shower?”


“Oh yea, thanks,” Willow said, going over to grab her robe.


“I can just wait outside until you’re ready if you want. You know, so I can come back in and finish my make up and stu-” Tara said, trailing off as Willow pulled her shirt over her head and put it in her laundry hamper in the corner.


“No need,” she said cheerily with a devilish glint in her eyes.


She unbuttoned her black work trousers and tugged them off, making sure to bend over when she put them in her hamper. Standing in just her underwear for just a moment, she reached for her robe and put it on, walking calmly out of the room and towards the bathroom.


Tara stood there, dumbfounded.


Oh, she’s good.


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A little over an hour later they walked into the Bronze hand-in-hand. Spotting Anya at a table, Tara nodded towards her and pulled Willow along.


“Hey Ahn!” Tara said, over the music


“Tara! Happy Birthday!” Anya said kindly, before turning to Willow and extending her hand, “This must be the hot redhead you want to get in your pants. Hi, I’m Anya.”

[Willowfan]

You just so gotta love Anya! Can't wait to watch both Tara and Willow turn bright red from that comment. Great chapter... everything just flows so naturally. Can't wait for more.

[DaddyCatALSO]

Willow babble contagious. Yeah, I've had Tara get babbling once too.

And my assUmption was incorrect. (GUess the naughty 8th-grader who crops up when I write about W&T also does when ir ead about them.)

Good and smooth way to resolve the lack of work awareness. Glad that wasn't drawn out.

And Anya's appearance does usually herald affirmative fun. (Is Buffy joining this particular girls' night out?)

[Taralover]

I'm jealous of how much they love each other in your story.

[taralicious]

Strip clubs and casinos are the dual lifeblood of the American economy.
And yet, no one has thought of providing the one service in the confines of the other.
Well, maybe they have since I've only been in one casino and no strip clubs in my 42 years I guess I wouldn't know.
Speaking of gambling, Willow and Tara are raising the stakes against each other in their game of oneupmanship over who can turn the other on the most by revealing body parts in licentious ways.

[WillowRulez]

*smacks forehead* Of course, didnt connect the college talk to their ages.
Awww, the gift was so sweet! I almost spilled my cereal laughing at Willow's robe babble!
Can't wait to read what Anya thinks of Willow!

PS: @ Taralover: Yeah, me too!

[arsyadriani]

“Tara! Happy Birthday!” Anya said kindly, before turning to Willow and extending her hand, “This must be the hot redhead you want to get in your pants. Hi, I’m Anya.”

did you put addictive stuff into you fic? cause I'm officially addicted to your fic and you have to update soon
RC

[Laragh]

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TITLE: Frothy Goodness

AUTHOR: Laragh

CHAPTER RATING: PG-13

DISCLAIMER: I don’t own any of the characters, Joss does. I may totally disagree with what he did with them, but alas, he still owns them.

SUMMARY: They meet. They fall in love...I’m really bad at summaries. Happy, light reading.

SPOILERS: None. No demons, no hellmouth.

FEEDBACK: Go for it.

ANGST: None.

AUTHOR'S NOTE: Nothing really about the chapter, I just wanted to say I'm a 'floating rose' now, and having been a lurker for so many years, it kind of makes me feel all warm and fuzzy that i'm not a 'blessed wannabe' anymore. Anyway, that was it, and thanks to everyone who's still reading the story!

Part 12


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“Uh…Hi? I’m Willow,” Willow said, taking the hand that was offered from Anya.


Tara, still blushing, leaned in towards her.


“Just ignore whatever she says that most people would consider socially unacceptable,” she whispered before taking a seat at the table and indicating for Willow to do the same.


“I’m getting drinks,” Anya said, getting up again and running towards the bar.


“She seems…nice,” Willow ventured.


“She is, I promise, she just…see’s the world a little differently. She knows so much though; you’d swear she’d been around for a thousand years or something. And her…honesty really is an appealing quality in a friend. Plus, she was the first person to actually befriend me…like ever,” Tara said, hoping her girlfriend and only friend would get along.


“Hey,” Willow said, bringing her hands up to cup the blonde’s face, “Any friend of yours is a friend of mine. And don’t ever feel like you have to justify that friendship, okay?”


She brought their lips together in a gentle kiss.


Some glasses being placed on the table in front of them interrupted their smooching.


“Perfect timing with the kissing, girls! It really helped with getting guys to buy our drinks,” Anya gushed excitedly, waving over to two guys sitting at the bar.


“Thank you for getting the drinks, Anya,” Tara said quickly when she saw the redhead about to protest.


Willow just smiled and reached for one of the long glasses with a light red coloured liquid inside it. The other two did the same.


“Yea, thanks Anya. That was really nice.”


“Oh, no trouble. Here, Tara, I’ve got your present. And don’t worry, despite my better judgement, I did not get you a lap dance,” Anya said seriously.


Willow looked at her, trying to discern whether she was joking or not, and when she realised not, she visibly paled.


Anya handed her a nicely wrapped, box-shaped present. Tara got up and gave her a quick hug before sitting back down in her seat.


“That’s really nice of you Anya, thank you,” she said sincerely.


When Tara made no effort to open the present, Anya pulled it out of her hands and ripped open the paper, shoving the now-open present back in her hands.


Willow looked down and almost fell off her chair. Tara, though used to getting these kinds of presents from Anya, was thoroughly embarrassed nonetheless.


“See?” Anya said loudly, pointing at it, “It’s double-headed, so you two can use it at the same time. And it had 6 different attachments! Plus it comes with its own cleaning kit. This really is a top-of-the-line product!”


Tara, sinking lower and lower as Anya’s loud voice began attracting stares, wrapped the present back as well as she could and placed it under her chair.


“Hey Ahn, I think those two guys at the bar want you to go over there.”


Anya looked up at the same two men who had bought them drinks and smiled.


“Excuse me ladies,” she said and made her way over to them, jumping up on to one of their laps immediately.


Willow watched the whole thing in a state of mild shock before finally turning to Tara and looked at her with question.


Tara saw Willow’s look and began to explain.


“Every Christmas and birthday for the past two years, it’s been similar gifts. Normally I manage to get her to give them to me in private, but that didn’t work out this year.”


“So…” Willow began, raising an eyebrow “You’re telling me you have a collection of gifted sex toys in your apartment?”


“Yep. In a bag in the back of my closet,” Tara replied, finishing her drink.


“Well... Okay then. Another drink?”


“Yea,” Tara said, reaching for her purse.


“Nope, on me birthday girl. Same again?” Willow asked


“Yea…please,” Tara replied.


Willow walked up to the crowded bar, but wasn’t able to catch the bartenders attention. She spotted Anya just to her left and went up to her.


“Hey Willow!” Anya greeted her.


“Anya, hi. Hey, if the bartender comes over near you could you get a couple more of those raspberry drinks sent down to our table?” Willow asked.


“Of course,” Anya replied, “Oh and Willow? I’ve never, ever seen Tara as happy as this. So if you hurt her, I will eviscerate you, okay?”


“Wow. Well I guess a vague disclaimer’s nobody’s friend… I won’t Anya.”


“Good,” Anya said with a smile.


Willow handed her the money for the drinks and made her way back to Tara.


As much as I don’t enjoy being threatened, she really is a good friend.


They’re drinks arrived and Willow slipped the waitress a 20, telling her to keep them coming.


They both chatted through the evening, with sporadic visits from Anya, and occasional dances. Willow noticed Tara getting more and more “tipsy” until she was actually struggling to stay seated and was laughing at seemingly nothing.


Willow, having drunk her drinks at a much slower pace throughout the night, was feeling completely sober and decided it was time to get Tara home before she hurt herself.


“Hey, Tar, ready to go baby?”


“What? Why?”


“I think you’re a little drunk honey…and the Bronze is closing up…it’s late.”


Tara apparently found this hilarious and fell off her chair in the process of laughing.


Willow jumped to her feet and gathered Tara in her arms. She was picking up their purses when Anya appeared.


“You guys leaving?” She asked


“Yea, Tara’s a little drunk. Plus, they’re closing soon,” Willow replied.


“She never could hold her liquor,” Anya said, grinning at Tara.


“What were those drinks anyway?” Willow asked, curious.


“Oh, they were Hymen Rippers.”


Willow nearly lost her hold on Tara, who was half asleep on her shoulder, even though she new nothing should shock her coming from Anya’s mouth after some of the things she’d said throughout the night.


“Uh...A...Hymen…Ripper…?”


“Yea. Raspberry vodka, Triple Sec, Melon Liquor and Coconut Rum,” Anya explained.


“Oh God, Tara had like 8 of them. No wonder she’s so out of it. Alright, I’m taking her home. Thank you, Anya, and it was really nice to meet you,” Willow said sincerely.


“You too. Oh! Don’t forget her present,” Anya replied, picking it up and handing it to her.


“Thanks. Well, see you soon.”


“Bye Willow! Bye Tara!”


“Ssee you ssoon,” Tara slurred, coming to slightly.


Willow made her way to the front of The Bronze, hailing a cab and giving the driver Tara’s address. In the cab, Tara sat as close as she could to Willow. Suddenly she grabbed her and began passionately kissing her, letting her hands roam all over the smaller girl’s body.


Oh wow. Where did she learn how to do that with her tongue? I don’t care just as long as she keeps doing it. And oh! Wow. Hands! Hands in new places!


Willow forgot about everything else when she felt Tara’s hands cup her breasts through her shirt and squeeze firmly.


It was only when, a moment later, that she heard a throat being cleared loudly and opened her eyes to see the driver looking back at her through the mirror, tapping on the steering wheel.


She pulled away, despite the protestations from Tara, fished in her pockets for some cash and gave it to driver before escorting her girlfriend out of the car and into her building. They got into the elevator and Tara pounced on Willow again. The redhead was happy to enjoy the blonde’s attention until she went to press the floor button and realised she’d never been in the taller girl’s apartment and didn’t know what number she lived in.


Great. Some girlfriend I am.


“Tara baby? What’s your, uh, apartment number?” Willow got out as best she could as the blonde generally adored her neck.


Tara just continued to lick and kiss her neck. Willow, very close to getting completely lost her girlfriends touch, pulled Tara away from her neck and asked again.


“Tara. Apartment number.”


“Whatever you want it to be sweetheart,” Tara purred in response, making perfect sense in her own head, and went back to Willow’s neck, this time the other side.


Willow realised she wasn’t going to get the information out of Tara when she was in this adorably drunk…and awesomely frisky state.


She pushed the ‘door open’ button and walked them back outside. Tara calmed her attentiveness on Willow when she stepped outside and felt the cold breeze of the late night air. She shuddered.


“Here, honey,” Willow said, taking off her jacket and putting it over Tara’s shoulders. She then walked behind her, rubbing her arms up to add some extra warmth, leading them in the direction of her own house.


They arrived there in 7 minutes flat, without incident and Willow quickly ushered them inside the warm house. She went straight upstairs, bringing Tara along by the hand and into her room. Tara straight away sat on the bed and pulled Willow into her lap, resuming her activities on her neck. She quickly found the redheads pulse point and began sucking on it.


Holy mother of God. Oh wow that feels good. Okay, have to stop this now before things get out of hand. No way am I letting our first time be when one of us is drunk out of our minds.


She stood up and tried to regain control of her breathing. Tara protested for a moment before falling comfortably against the pillows and into a deep sleep.


Willow looked down adoringly at her sleeping girlfriend and realised she would have to get her out of the clothes she was in.


Its fine, I just won’t look. I can be good.


She reached down and unzipped Tara’s boots, pulling them off carefully. She moved towards her dresser, getting a large t-shirt out and went back over to the edge of the bed.

Looking up at her ceiling the entire time, she unbuttoned the blonde’s top and slipped it over her shoulders and down her arms, a task made difficult by the fact that Tara was lying flat on her back, trapping the fabric underneath her. Willow realised she would need to look down in order to get the t-shirt over her head without accidentally hitting her girl.


Determined not to look anywhere but her face, she kept her eyes on Tara’s sleeping features, quietly admiring her beauty.


And she’s all mine.


She lifted the sleeping girl’s head slightly as she pulled it over her head and settled it around her shoulders. She hesitated momentarily and her eyes, as if acting independent from her brain, looked down at the bra-encased breasts of her girlfriend and gasped.


Her eyes froze for a second until she realised what she was doing and pulled the shirt the rest of the way down to just above her still trouser-clad knees. She undid the button on the trousers, from underneath the t-shirt and pulled them off completely. She manoeuvred her under the duvet and placed a kiss on her forehead before heading to the door.


“Willow?” she heard as the got to the doorway.


Willow rushed back to her side, worried something was wrong.


She pushed a stray piece of hair back behind Tara’s ear gently.


“Are you okay?” she asked softly.


Tara blinked open her eyes again and looked straight into Willow’s eyes.


“Love you.”


It was said so faintly that Willow wondered if she’d even heard it. Tara had closed her eyes and drifted off again as soon as the words came out. Willow stayed like that, kneeling beside the bed, looking at her sleeping for a few long moments. She leaned in and placed a chaste kiss on her
lips.


She stood up and made her way back over to doorway, glancing back before she walked out of the room.


“Goodnight, my love.”

[Taralover]

Sexy, but she might have a hangover in the morning,and then Willow can play nurse.

[WillowRulez]

Anya's antics are too funny, especially ripping open the present like that! I dont knoww why the gift itself surprised me, I should have seen it coming *g*

“Oh, they were Hymen Rippers.”

Priceless.
Let's see how much Tara remembers in the morning!

[love_2003]

Love how their relationship is progressing. I'm guessing Tara is going to wake up with a bad hangover and am wondering if she will remember telling Willow she loves her. Hopefully they both remember. Maybe Will can be her nurse and help her get over the hangover.
Keep updating
Love the story.

[taralicious]

First of all, I am a fan of anyone who knows the word 'eviscerate' and uses it in the appropriate context so yay to you on that score.
Secondly, there is not a guy in the world who wouldn't buy Willow and Tara a round of drinks in celebration of their getting lost in the moment and having a 'whoops, it's a public place and we're making out' moment.
Hell, I'd think even other gay and lesbian couples would be queueing up to buy them drinks.
Thirdly, Willow has some mad skills in the self-control and discipline arenas to get Tara safely to bed without any more regrets than Tara drinking too much and calling in sick the next morning.
As H.R. Director, she certainly can use a sick day if she needs to.
WIllow can play nurse as others have suggested.
Tara's birthday present from Anya is priceless but really, a self-cleaning mechanism? Who knew?

[mixxie]

I don't know how you manage to update so frequently, but I'm lovin' it! Definitely the highlight of my day.

[xxKhirKhirxx]

YAY!!!! I really loved your updates!! They were amazing and awesome as usual

[Willowfan]

Anya, Anya Anya.... a laugh a minute.
Tara, Tara, Tara... oh what a headache she'll have.
Willow,Willow, Willow.... such self control.

Can't wait to see what Tara's reaction to waking up in Willow's bed is...
will there be jumping to conclusions???

More please pretty please! I love this story.

[arsyadriani]

hangover's waiting
again, I was online..and there your update
more please
RC

[Nue]

AUTHOR'S NOTE: Nothing really about the chapter, I just wanted to say I'm a 'floating rose' now, and having been a lurker for so many years, it kind of makes me feel all warm and fuzzy that i'm not a 'blessed wannabe' anymore. Anyway, that was it, and thanks to everyone who's still reading the story!

Ha totally get you... when my status here changes, I´m so happy (also a long time lurker ^^)

“Uh...A...Hymen…Ripper…?”
“Yea. Raspberry vodka, Triple Sec, Melon Liquor and Coconut Rum,” Anya explained.

And I´ll take some of this next time o/, sounds delicious ^^


btw, really nice update, Will was so thoughful about their first time ^^

[ceridwen]

Hi.

I just wanted to say I'm really enjoying your story. I don't always leave fb, but please know that I AM reading.

I look forward to the next chapter.

Thanks for sharing it with us

[DaddyCatALSO]

Sounds tasty but I don't think I could ever order that out loud.

Okay, I'm figuring with its being closing time when they left, they were there more than 4 hours and assuming those were martini-sized drinks, with Tara being a smallish person she's drunk but not in need of the ER.

Anya's enough woman for 2 guys, I'd say. Is a permamnent-ish hook-up for her part of this storyline? (Sorry, just being a 'shipper.)

Yay on Willow for being restrained; then again, maybe that's just considered ordinary good manners these days and I'm just yaying her from the perspective of my generation.

Several ways Tara could react to this in the morning.

[Laragh]

********


TITLE: Frothy Goodness

AUTHOR: Laragh

CHAPTER RATING: PG-13

DISCLAIMER: I don’t own any of the characters, Joss does. I may totally disagree with what he did with them, but alas, he still owns them.

SUMMARY: They meet. They fall in love...I’m really bad at summaries. Happy, light reading.

SPOILERS: None. No demons, no hellmouth.

FEEDBACK: Go for it.

ANGST: None.

Part 13


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Tara woke up with a pounding headache. Her first reaction was to sit up, a reaction she seriously regretted as it just made the room spin.


Room…I’m not in my room…


She had a brief moment of panic before realising it was Willow’s bedroom.


And I’m in Willow’s bed…oh god, please don’t tell me I won’t remember our first time…


She looked at the other side and found it unslept in.


Then where’s Willow?


She glanced at the bedside table and saw a tall glass of water and two pills. She smiled and downed the entire glass, popping the painkillers at the same time. She lay back down, giving the tablets some time to kick in.


Ten minutes later, her headache and nausea subsided considerably, she finally grasped how drunk she’d gotten and a wave of embarrassment washed over her.


She decided she better get up and apologise profusely, and hope Willow would still want to date. Getting out of bed, she noticed her clothes neatly folded on the floor beside her and for the first time noticed her own sleeping attire. She blushed, realising Willow must have undressed her.


Nothing she’s not going to see eventually.


She found the robe she’d used the day before when having a shower and put it on. She went to the bathroom and found a spare toothbrush set out and smiled again at how thoughtful her girlfriend was.


She was in the middle of brushing her teeth when she began to recall the night’s events.


The Bronze, those raspberry drinks…oh god…practically attacking Willow in…my elevator? Why’d we come back here…? Oh right. She’s never been in my apartment. Need to fix that…


She was just rinsing with some mouthwash when her eyes bulged and she almost spit the contents of her mouth all over the bathroom mirror.


I told her I loved her! Oh god, she must be totally freaked. What if she doesn’t remember? Is that better or worse?


She decided she’d put the ball in the redhead’s court for this, and if it came up, she’d be honest and tell Willow how she felt.


Wiping her mouth, she made her way downstairs and saw her girlfriend in what seemed to be a highly uncomfortable position on the couch, pillow on the floor beside her and a blanket tangled up in all four of her limbs.


Tara’s heart swelled with love as she saw how Willow had spent the night in the couch and given Tara her bed. She tiptoed into the kitchen brewed some coffee, making two strong cups. She put the milk and one sugar she knew the smaller girl liked in one and brought them both quietly back into the living room, setting them down on the mahogany table that centred the room.


Kneeling beside Willow, she noticed the small amount of drool coming out of her mouth and giggled. She reached and got a tissue from the table and gently wiped the side of her mouth.


If this isn’t love, I don’t know what is.


Pocketing the tissue, she started calling Willow’s name softly.


“Team amphibian standing for surrender. Inform the rabbits.”


Tara suppressed more giggles as she heard the sleep-talk.


“Willow, honey, wake up."


“They can’t be trusted. Bring my snake informant.”


Tara decided to step things up a notch and kissed both of her girl’s eyelids, then her nose. She saw the side of the redhead's lips begin to quirk into a smile and captured them firmly. She felt the other girl respond instantly and continued with the firm pressure for a few moments before pulling away. Willows eyes fluttered open and looked at her.


“Morning,” she said sleepily.


“Good morning sweetie…are you alright there? You look kind of uncomfortable.”


“Oh…” she manoeuvred out of the blanket trap she’d managed to make during the night and sat up, smoothing down the front of her flannel pyjama top as she did so.


“I can’t believe you slept on the couch. I mean, you could have thrown me anywhere and I would’ve slept. Not that I don’t appreciate you giving up your bed, because I so do, it’s just…wow is all,” Tara said, getting up to get the coffee and sit beside her.


“Ohh, coffee, thank you. And hey, it was no issue. Really. The couch is really quite comfy; I just manage to wrap myself around blankets awkwardly.”


You can wrap yourself around me anytime.


Tara wondered why Willow was looking at her with wide eyes until she realised her thought had been verbalised. Her eyes widened as her hand came up to cover her mouth.


“Did I say that out loud?”


Willow just nodded, now smiling at the flustered blonde.


“I…uh…I…”


Willow decided to save the taller girl.


“So, good birthday?”


Tara saw what the redhead was doing and smiled at her.


“Best birthday. The, uh, parts I can remember anyway…I’m guessing I was too…inebriated to tell you my apartment number? I remember…the, um, elevator,” she said, blushing.


“Yea, you were a little. But I must say, I thoroughly enjoyed all the…attention. Plus, if you can’t get drunk on your birthday, when can you?” Willow quipped in response, trying to reassure her.


“What were those drinks anyway?” Tara asked, taking a sip of coffee.


“Oh they were Hymen Rippers,” Willow said casually.


Tara choked on the coffee she was swallowing. Willow rubbed her back comfortingly until she recovered.


“That was basically my reaction too.”


“Wow. So what’s in them?” Tara asked, fully recovered now.


“I think she said raspberry vodka, triple sec, coconut rum and … oh! Melon liquor, that was it.”


“No wonder I was so drunk…Hey, why weren’t you?”


“Oh! Well, I drank kind of slower…and after you had about 4, you sort of started stealing mine,” Willow trailed off sheepishly.


“Oh god,” Tara said, holding her head in her hands.


Willow quickly put her hand on Tara’s knee and rubbed circles on it.


“Don’t feel bad about anything. I had a great evening, I’m pretty sure you had fun and Anya definitely had a great time. Plus I got to be woken up by your beautiful face so how is that not of the good?”


“I’m still sorry.”


“Nope. Not accepting it, okay? You have nothing to be sorry about. Come here,” Willow said, pulling Tara into a hug.


Tara nuzzled into Willow’s neck, kissing it sporadically. Her brain, seemingly having no control over her mouth this morning, uttered the words she was planning on not bringing up.


“I love you.”


She felt the redhead stiffen and pulled away immediately and began backtracking.


“I mean, I don’t need to hear, I-”


“Tara!”


Tara looked up at the sharp, yet warm tone in Willow. She saw her take a deep breath and looked her straight in the eyes.


Here it comes…’we should just be friends’. Idiot, Tara, ruining the best relationship you ever could’ve had. She’s gonna – love me!?


“What?!” Tara managed to squeak out, certain she’d misheard.


“I love you too,” Willow repeated, “And sorry for the loudness before, I really wanted to get it out with your full attention and without babbling, which is a lot harder than you might think. But I mean, you didn’t stutter either, which is awesome, and you didn’t stutter last night, and well I think you were already unconscious when I said it back so it doesn’t really count and I love you with all my heart and can you please just be kissing me now?”


Tara, having taken the full length of the redheads babble to process what was happening, pounced on her, thankful they’d put their coffee cups down before the hug, and caught her lips in a passionate embrace. Her tongue immediately sought entrance and Willow was all too eager to allow it. Their tongues duelled inside Tara’s mouth and Tara felt herself being lowered into a lying position on the sofa. She moaned when she felt the entire length of her girlfriend on top of her. Her hands went to the small of the other girls back and rested there comfortably.


Willow’s hands stayed cupped around the blonde’s cheeks as she thrust her tongue forwards, propelling the clash into Tara’s mouth. She felt Tara’s hands begin to move up and down her back through her pyjama top, until she was rubbing skin.


Willow arched her back upwards and moaned when she felt Tara’s hand on her skin, effectively pulling her lips away.


Tara realised what her hands were doing and stopped her movements, but did not take them away.


“S-sorry,” she started, “Is this too much?”


Willow noticed the stutter and looked back down.


“God no, baby,” Willow reassured her then smiled wickedly, “And, uh, you kind of…rounded second last night anyway.”


Tara turned a deep red and her mouth opened in shock.


“R-really?”


Willow just nodded, still grinning. Tara then matched her grin and gave her a playful squeeze around the waist.


“Well, um, then I guess it’s only fair if you get the same privilege,” Tara said, proud that she’d managed without stuttering


Willow’s smile got even wider, if that was possible, and brought her lips back to Tara’s.


After a few minutes of passionate kissing, Tara began her movements up and down Willow’s back again.


Willow, taking heed from the blonde’s ministrations, brought her hands to either side of her girlfriend and slipped them under her robe, caressing her through her t-shirt.


Both girls were so lost in each other, neither noticed the phone ringing or the message being left on the answering machine.


A short while later, Willow’s hands became more adventurous and moved inwards, between their upper bodies, just below the swell of Tara’s breasts.


Taking the plunge, she brought her hands slightly higher and cupped the fleshy mounds firmly and felt Tara’s nipples harden. Both girls moaned into the others mouths as their tongue’s became more frantic, until Willow began giggling, not stopping squeezing Tara’s breasts.


“Uh, everything, oh wow, okay, sweetie?” Tara asked, breathlessly.


Willow began blushing and stopped her movements.


“Its, um, just, well, I had, a, uh, dream? And I kind of…fell particularly in love with your, ah, breasts, and well, my dream was right. Is all,” she coughed nervously.


“You, um, you like?” Tara asked, blushing as well.


“Oh baby,” Willow started, squeezing firmly again, “I love.”


“You know, I can’t really remember much about last night, but I do remember…”


Oh god, she knows, she knows!


“It was only for a second I swear!” Willow blurted out suddenly.


Tara was startled by the outbreak and raised her eyebrow at the redhead.


“What was only for a second?”


“Heh…” Willow began, looking sheepish, “See, I had to, you know, get you out of your clothes, and I swear I looked away for the entire time I was doing it, but then I was pulling your t-shirt down and you know, we discussed the loving of your breasts, so I looked. And it was only for a second ‘cause then I felt all ashamed and you totally had your bra on and I’m really sorry and I love you.”


Tara looked at her for a second and began to sit up. Willow, thinking she’d seriously messed up, leaned back and hung her head. She was dumbfounded when she felt the buttons of her top being undone and looked up to see Tara had slipped the robe off and taken her t-shirt of as well, leaving her in just her bra and panties. Her mouth suddenly went dry. She felt a cool breeze on her shoulders as her pyjama top was slipped past them and off her arms. Tara stared downwards at the other girl's chest for a few moments before looking back up at Willow’s face.


“Well now we’re even,” she said smirking.


“Does, um, does this mean you’re not mad?” Willow asked hopefully.


“Sweetheart, listen,” she said, grabbing Willow’s hand and placing it over her heart, “You can look. You can touch. Whenever you want. I’m yours.”


Willow’s face lit up.


“We seem to have a clothing imbalance here,” she said, standing up and slipping her pyjama bottoms off so she too was only in her bra and panties, before kneeling back down on the couch.


Both girls roamed their eyes appreciatively over their girlfriend’s body and met in an enthusiastic embrace. Tara fell backwards, dragging Willow on top of her. She grasped at the smaller girls buttocks, eliciting a moan from her. Willow’s lips trailed down Tara’s collarbone and back up her neck to her pulse point, sucking vigorously when she got there.


“Oh god Will, that feels good,” Tara said, squeezing her cheeks tighter.


They were so engrossed in each other that they didn’t take in the sound of the front door opening.


“Hey Will, you better be awake and ready for…mocha’s…”


Willow’s head shot up from where she was nuzzling between Tara’s breasts.


“Buffy!”

[Willowfan]

Surprise! Buffy's lack of timing never seems to get any better..

Love the update and the fact that they dealt with all the "Night before" issues. Can't wait for the fallout from this one. More pretty please.

[Taralover]

Poor Tara. Willow is so sweet. And now Buffy will have such a shock.

[WillowRulez]

Is it wrong that I giggled like a little kid when i read 'seen it coming'?

I knew I shouldnt have phrased it like that !

You can wrap yourself around me anytime.

Uhm, hehe.
Ah, I wondered as well why Willow seemed so sober so thanks for the explanation! Buffy and her uncanny timing! Thank God, you can't open doors like that in Germany

[DaddyCatALSO]

Umm, so Buffy just feels free to walk itno Willow's house like, well, Tara did Buffy's in (the episode which inspired my song lyric) "Normal Again"?

Adults need to be careful when they give out keys :-)! (Seriously; when my mother was alive my ex and I had to look the screen door to make a quick trip upstairs.)