[center]~Chapter 19~ Children of a sunnier star[/center]
The remainder of the week couldn’t pass quickly enough for Willow. Tara had spent much of the week up in Auckland at a readers and writer’s festival so the first opportunity they could find to go on a second outing together was Saturday. However, first Willow had to sit through brunch with Buffy and Xander. Her best friend had not yet had an opportunity to meet her new co-worker so she had agreed to meet them both at Café L’Affare before she met up with Tara. She had briefly considered inviting Tara along to the brunch as well but the thought of both Xander and Buffy quizzing her relentlessly put Willow off.
The morning had dawned bright, with only a light northerly. She chose to walk to L’Affare rather than drive as she was then going straight to meet Tara. When she reached her favourite brunch destination, she found Xander had already secured a much sought-after outdoor table. He was busy guarding it from young yuppie families burdened with prams and toddlers. Willow grinned as she saw him swat at the fingers of someone trying to steal one of the table’s chairs.
“Good morning,” Willow said brightly as she strolled up to join her friend.
“Oh my god,” Xander exclaimed with wide eyes as he looked up at her. “Willow Rosenberg, what the hell are you wearing? You do realise we’re here to eat, not jog?”
Willow frowned and glanced down at her outfit. Xander was partially right in that she had chosen to wear a pair of running shorts, although her t-shirt was from one of her favourite local labels and the brand new hiking shoes on her feet had cost her almost as much as a pair of patent leather heels. To top it all off, there was a backpack slung over her shoulder instead of her Fendi purse.
She glanced back up at Xander and saw him staring at her shoes as though he were about to have a heart attack. Cheekily, she lifted one foot to wave in the direction of his face.
“Those look positively butch, Will,” he remarked as she reached forward for a hug.
“I can do butch when I want,” Willow laughed lightly. She deposited a kiss on his cheek as she squeezed him tightly. “I’m going to Eastbourne with Tara, and Buffy mentioned that the trails there were all pretty steep so hence the new kicks,” Willow said as she sat down. She bent over to tug a little at the laces and pull up her thick socks. “Although I only had the chance to wear them around my apartment a couple of times so there may be blisters involved.”
“Ah, Buffy, the infamous lesbian co-worker,” Xander rubbed his hands together with glee. “I can’t wait to meet her.”
“And I can’t wait for you to try and bait her,” Willow replied. “Be careful with her Xan, she’ll give as good as she gets.”
“Excellent.” Xander clapped his hands in anticipation. “Let’s face it, Will, you’ve grown increasingly more mature over the past month and I need someone who will play with me!”
“I’ll still play with you,” Willow protested. “I’m here now aren’t I?”
“Yes, but you’re running off to Tara as soon as you possibly can. Not to mention you haven’t come to Imerst with me for weeks. I’m going to turn into the lonely old homo in the corner.” Xander sighed theatrically and took a sip of his diet coke.
Willow leaned forward and squeezed his cheek. “You’re not getting jealous are you?”
“Of course not…” Xander began. “Well, maybe a little. Just because you’re all happy and shacked up now doesn’t mean you should ignore your best mate.”
“I’m not shacked up.” It was Willow’s turn to sigh. She had to admit that she had been pushing Xander out of her life in her attempt to straighten everything out. However much she loved her best friend, he was a bad influence that she had never been able to say no to. As he stared at her with his puppy dog eyes she smiled and gave in. “Imerst, next weekend then. Although I will be bringing Tara…if she’ll come with me.”
Xander’s mood brightened considerably. “You’re on, girlfriend!”
Willow laughed. She had missed him. Perhaps it was time for her to test herself - to see whether she could incorporate elements of her old life that she enjoyed into her new life. A part of her already knew that it would be easy to stay away from her old habits with Tara at her side. Plus, dance clubs led to sexy, close dancing and she knew that her girlfriend had no problems in that department.
“Buffy’s here,” Xander announced, interrupting Willow’s daydreaming just as she was closing her eyes to better lose herself in the picture of Tara’s hips gyrating to a rhythmic beat.
Willow opened her eyes and looked in the direction Xander was pointing. She didn’t need to ponder why Xander recognised her. The short blonde woman was waving enthusiastically at them as she approached.
“Hello fellow homos,” Buffy said as took the remaining seat at their table. She was impeccably attired as always. Although she raised her eyebrows a little at Willow’s outfit, she didn’t say anything. “So you’re the famous Xander Harris?”
Xander took the hand that was offered to him and planted a noisy kiss atop it. “Of course, and you’re the infamous Buffy Summers. I hear you like chasing straight girls?”
Buffy laughed lightly. “Guilty as charged!”
Willow was surprised at how easily Buffy made their duo into a trio. She didn’t make a point of mentioning it but simply enjoyed the light banter that floated back and forth between them. The lengthy wait time before their meals were served passed by barely noticed as the conversation continued.
As Willow had expected, the conversation eventually turned to her burgeoning romance with Tara.
“I’m finding it hard to believe that you haven’t had sex with Tara yet,” Buffy commented bluntly – her mouth half full.
“Ditto,” Xander pointed towards Buffy in agreement. “Our little Willow has gone from slut to nun all in the space of a few months – and because of a woman.”
“Do you have your suspicions that she may not be Willow at all?” Buffy asked with an arched eyebrow.
Xander pursed his limps together thoughtfully. “Hmmm, I’m getting an Invasion of the Body Snatchers vibe – the original, not the remake.”
“The remake had Daniel Craig,” Buffy pointed out helpfully.
“It did,” Xander nodded. “Although even eye candy cannot save us from a bad movie.”
As Buffy nodded in serious agreement, Willow finally glanced up from her food to acknowledge the banality of their conversation. She did so with a roll of her eyes and went back to her meal. As she lowered her head, she couldn’t help but allow a smirk onto her face.
“How much longer do you reckon she’ll be able to last?” Buffy asked Xander, a naughty twinkle in her eye.
“A week, no more,” he replied quickly. “She’s clearly gagging for it judging by the effort she’s been putting into her training lately. No one trains that hard unless they’re preparing for a marathon or compensating for the lack of sex in their lives.”
Willow couldn’t repress an annoyed huff. “As a matter of fact, I am thinking of doing the Capital City marathon next month. I’m sure I mentioned it to you.”
Xander shook his head emphatically. “Nah, ya didn’t.”
Before Willow could argue her case further, Buffy added her further opinion, “She won’t be able to last a day - she and blondie are going to get it on tonight.”
“How the hell would you know…blondie?” Willow retorted, her anger merely playful.
“Because I’ve met Tara and she is fucking hot – although not as hot as Faith of course. Seriously, if you go a day longer without getting a piece of that, then you’re not quite the lesbian I thought you were.”
Before Willow could reply indignantly, Xander withdrew a twenty dollar note from his wallet and slapped it down on the table in front of Buffy. “You’re on! Twenty bucks says she’ll drag it out – if it goes down tonight, you win.”
Buffy laughed and snatched up the note, tucking it into her purse. “I’ll look after the money – it’ll be mine anyway.”
Willow returned to her meal with an intense concentration. She refused to enter into any discussion on the likely outcome of their wager. After she’d scraped up the last of her food, Willow glanced at her watch and was almost relieved to find that she was running slightly late. She had to leave immediately in order to meet Tara and catch their ferry.
“Guys, it’s been swell but I have to run,” Willow said after she’d put down her knife and fork. “You’ll finally be able to talk about me.”
“I promise I won’t sit here and tell Buffy all of your dirty little secrets,” Xander said as she leaned in for a kiss on his cheek.
“He’s going to start talking about you as soon as you leave,” Buffy pointed out.
Xander grinned. “Why wait at all? Did you know Willow can do fifteen chin-ups?”
“You don’t say,” Buffy smirked.
“Okay, Xan. I’m leaving,” Willow waved him off as she picked up her back pack.
“She hates broccoli,” Xander continued. “and when we were in the fifth form, she snogged our gym teacher after Phys-ed class.”
“Really, really leaving now!” Willow groaned.
“I also know for a fact that this is the longest you’ve gone without sex for years so if you miss our session tomorrow morning, I’ll know exactly where you are!” Xander called out much too loudly as she walked away from the table. “Don’t make me lose my twenty bucks!”
As her cheeks reddened, Willow couldn’t deny her secret hope that Tara would invite her to stay over, or vice versa. The thought of slipping such an invitation into a conversation with Tara gave her a slight thrill. She used to issue invitations with such regularity that it had become almost boring. With Tara it was fresh and exciting.
If things went her way, then Xander would be kissing his money goodbye.
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As Willow had feared, she was slightly late. Tara was already perched on a seat near the edge of the wharf. She was dressed in much the same manner as Willow – simple shorts and a t-shirt. Willow smirked as she noticed that Tara’s hiking shoes were just as butch as her own.
She approached slowly, taking her time to savour the sight of Tara sitting in the sun. Her blonde hair caught the light in such a way that it appeared to cast a glow around her head. Xander is so losing his twenty bucks, Willow thought with tightness in her gut. Could that woman be any better looking?
Eventually, as though sensing she were being watched, Tara glanced over her shoulder and saw Willow approaching. The resulting smile caused Willow’s heart to do a little somersault.
“Hey you,” she said brightly, standing up and hefting her own backpack over her shoulder.
“Hey,” Willow replied, amazed how such simple words could carry so much meaning. Do I kiss her? she asked herself as she reached the blonde. She’s my girlfriend – I am definitely supposed to kiss her.
Just as Willow was pondering exactly what kind of kiss would be appropriate in the circumstances, Tara stepped forward and placed a confident hand on the back of Willow’s neck. Before Willow could so much as utter a squeak, Tara drew her in close. She paused for a moment - showing her own nervousness - before leaning forward to deliver a sensuous, tender kiss.
It took only moments for Willow to overcome her surprise. She melted into Tara’s body. Her own arms moved to embrace Tara, wrapping around her back and snaking upwards. She let her fingers move up over the smooth skin of Tara’s neck. A small sigh of delight escaped her lips.
“Ladies!” a voice hollered loudly. Both Tara and Willow drew apart to see one of the ferry’s crew waving at them with a grin. “Boat’s about to leave – I suggest you continue your hellos on board.”
With a slight flush to their cheeks, the pair handed over tickets Tara had purchased while waiting for Willow and boarded the catamaran ferry. Stairs led down to a spacious cabin but they immediately decided to sit up on top where they could enjoy the sunshine and the view.
The deck was a little crowded, but Willow found spot on one of the benches where they could squeeze in. She wrapped one arm around Tara’s waist, surprised at how natural the contact felt. When she turned to look at Tara, the blonde was saying hello to a small child sitting on her other side. Willow couldn’t help but grin to herself, everything just felt so right.
The ride across the harbour was a noisy one. Children talked animatedly, tourists posed for photos with the expanse of Wellington city in the view behind them. For the most part, Willow was content to sit in silence. She enjoyed the feel of her arm around Tara’s back and the way their thighs and knees were pressed together.
“This is absolutely gorgeous,” Tara commented a while later. They had docked at Somes Island – a tiny island wildlife sanctuary in the middle of the harbour – to let off some of the passengers.
At least half of the passengers disembarked, leaving Willow and Tara with much more room. They opted to move right to the front of the viewing deck and stood rather than sat.
As the ferry chugged away from the island, Willow and Tara had an unencumbered view of the stretch of harbour between the island and steep, green hills of Eastbourne rising up from the sea. If they continued to look to the right, they would see the gentle curvature of the harbour straightening out towards Pencarrow Head and the entrance to the harbour. Beyond that lay Cook Strait, the expanse of water separating New Zealand’s North and South Islands. Cook Strait was known for wild weather and unpredictable winds, often causing hazardous crossings for one of the ferries running between the islands. However, the day couldn’t have been a nicer one with very little wind and plenty of sunshine.
Willow decided to rummage in her backpack for her camera. “Picture?” she asked Tara.
The two leaned in close as Willow held out the camera. Tara put her arm around Willow’s shoulders and Willow took the picture. She then checked the results on the screen. It was perfect except for Willow’s arm ruining the shot.
Tara laughed and took the camera from Willow. She turned to another young couple sitting just behind them. They were only too pleased to take a picture - the results of course being much better. Willow couldn’t stop looking at the picture on the screen. It was so simple, just two young women smiling into the camera. However it meant more to her than she could possibly describe. She finally turned the camera off and tucked it back into her bag. Eastbourne was only a short distance away now and in no time at all, they were off the ferry and onto the dock.
Eastbourne was a narrow suburb, restricted on one side by the shoreline and the other by the steep hills. There was a narrow strip of flat land crowded with shops and houses. Many more houses were built up in the hills, amidst the forest.
“This would be a nice place to live,” Tara said as they made their way from the dock and across the main road. Many of the houses were modern, with huge windows to take advantage of the sun and the view.
“Yeah, but it would be a bitch to move your stuff in,” Willow pointed towards one house reached by only a steep set of stairs. “Do you want to get started straight away or stop for a bite to eat first?” Willow nodded towards a nearby cafe.
“I’m good,” Tara replied. “You?”
“I had lunch with Xander and Buffy before meeting you so I’m pretty much full to the brim. In fact, I’m probably far too stuffed to haul my arse up that hill,” Willow looked up towards their intended destination. “How about we browse the shops instead?” Eastbourne was known for its quirky art shops frequented by trendy Wellingtonians.
“Are you serious?” Tara asked tentatively. “Because we could...”
Willow shook her head quickly in reply. Browsing the shops did have a certain amount of appeal, but she wanted to be alone with Tara – even if alone meant hauling her arse up a steep hill.
Willow may have been regretting her decision half an hour into their walk. She had to use a small tree to help herself up a particularly large step. As she struggled, she felt a cheeky hand on her arse, pushing her upwards. Tara bounded up after her and they stopped to catch their breath.
“Okay, Buffy told me it was steep but I didn’t think she meant so steep that you had to crawl up on all fours.” Willow sagged slightly, her breath coming in a steady wheeze. She was also coated in a layer of sweat. Several decidedly unattractive wet patches were appearing on her t-shirt and she could feel a trickle of sweat beads between her breasts.
“We’ve made pretty good time,” Tara replied. “Besides, all the gym work outs and running keep you pretty fit.”
“I’m a runner, not a mountain goat.” Willow turned to look at the path they had already covered and also the view that lay beyond the trees.
It was undeniably gorgeous. The steep trail had taken them quite high in a relatively short space of time. The houses of Eastbourne looked like tiny models down below. Somes Island and Wellington City were even further in the distance – surrounded by sparkling ocean. The day was hot for early summer, even though the trees only allowed small shafts of sunlight through. Little pools of light were created on the forest floor around them, illuminating the low growing ferns and leaf-covered trail.
“Come on,” Tara prodded Willow. “Race you to the top.” She moved past Willow and continued up the trail at a quick pace.
Willow wasn’t particularly fussed with the idea of a race - however the motivation of walking behind Tara and staring at her arse was enough to get her moving again.
By the time they did reach the top of the ridge, Willow was feeling several conflicting sensations. Given that she had just spent the last fifteen minutes staring at Tara’s creamy thighs and the thin fabric of her shorts stretched over her tight arse, she was feeling decidedly turned on. On the down side, she was even sweatier and, despite her thick socks, her feet were developing several blisters in her new hiking boots.
Tara was also a little worse for wear. She could see an unsightly patch of sweat on her chest and suspected that her hair was plastered to her head in an unattractive fashion. It was all she could do to hope that she still looked as good as Willow. Although sweaty, the redhead was glowing. Her slightly pink cheeks only contributed to her beauty.
She found a nearby tree and leant back against it, knowing that if she sat down she would have difficulty standing again. Willow had paused slightly below her on the trail. She was staring out at the view with a pensive expression on her face. A few moments later, she turned and covered the short distance between them with a few quick strides. Before Tara was entirely aware of what was happening, Willow pressed her back hard against the tree and began kissing her intently.
Although surprised, Tara didn’t protest – even as she felt Willow’s sweaty body press up against her own. Far from being unpleasant, Tara found herself enjoying the feel of the slightly damp body up against her own. It made the moment feel vividly real and alive. She tasted a slight salty tang to Willow’s lips. When she moved her hand to the back of Willow’s neck and up into her hair, it was damp. That same wet feeling was soon mirrored between her legs as the pressure of Willow’s body and lips left her craving a more intimate touch. Instinctively, she pumped her hips forward, grinding her crotch against Willow’s thigh. The friction intensified her longing.
Willow responded by wedging her thigh between Tara’s legs. She abandoned Tara’s lips to trail light kisses down her neck. Tara nestled her head back against the tree and closed her eyes as Willow’s lips left a tingling sensation wherever they touched. Moments later, she felt her t-shirt being tugged at and the skin of her stomach felt a rush of air as it was exposed. She opened her eyes and looked down.
“Ah, Will,” Tara whispered with alarm as Willow began to inch her shirt up over her stomach and towards her breasts. “We are on a public walking track.”
“I know,” Willow drew her lips back slightly but kept moving Tara’s t-shirt higher. She also intensified the movement of her hips, pumping in a slow rhythm against Tara. Despite the blonde’s verbal protest, none of it translated into her movements. “But you’re driving me nuts.”
“I’m all sweaty and gross,” Tara protested. She gasped as Willow pushed up her bra, exposing the parcel of flesh to the air. For a moment she felt a chill – but only for a moment as Willow’s mouth closed over her nipple.
Tara let out an exhalation of delight as Willow teased her sensitive flesh. It quickly transformed into a drawn out groan when Willow replaced the thigh pressed against her crotch with her hand. She responded greedily to the pressure of Willow’s fingers. For a glorious minute, she allowed herself to get carried away with the idea that she and Willow were going to have sex up against the tree. The months of longing and desire from afar were finally going to be fulfilled.
Then she felt the roughness of the tree’s bark against her back. Her boots were slipping slightly as she struggled to keep her jelly-like legs from giving out beneath her. She opened her eyes and looked at Willow, still intently caressing her breast. More than anything, she wanted to be with Willow and sex up against a tree would have been nothing short of hot. However, she knew it wasn’t right for their first time together as girlfriends.
“Will,” she whispered reluctantly.
“Yeah?” Willow paused in her ministrations and looked up at Tara. Her lips were slightly swollen and they were curled up into a grin.
“We can’t do this here,” she offered quietly.
“Sure we can. I even have instant hand sanitizer in my bag,” Willow replied, her grin growing larger for a few moments. However, she eventually straightened up with a sigh. “I know, I’d hate to have to stop just because someone was coming along the track.”
She reached out and gently tugged Tara’s bra back down over her breasts. Her t-shirt followed a moment later.
Tara clasped Willow’s cheeks in her hands. “You are incredibly sexy, hot and entirely fuckable. I don’t want to presume anything, but when we do eventually do this, I want to be able to see all of you – to feel your skin pressed against mine. These clothes in the way-“ Tara tugged at Willow’s t-shirt “-just spoil the view.”
“Well, if that’s the problem...” with one swift moment, Willow removed the offending t-shirt. She drew it up over her head and tossed it to the ground. Then, as Tara stared in a pleasant state of shock, she deftly unhooked her bra and let it join her t-shirt on the ground.
“Oh god, Willow, you are incorrigible,” Tara whispered as she was instantly drawn to lay her hands on Willow’s smooth flesh. She trailed her fingers up over Willow’s abs to her breasts. She then cupped one in each hand, massaging and kneading them between her fingers.
“I am rather naughty aren’t I?” Willow winked. “What do you say to taking this off the trail and finding a nice little patch of mossy ground where we can get naked?”
“Don’t tempt me, Willow, or you might just find yourself in trouble...” Tara paused as she thought she heard a sound other than birds and her own hoarse breaths. A few seconds later, her fears were confirmed as a man’s voice reached her ears. It was followed by a child’s laugh. “What do you say to putting your top back on, really quickly.”
At this point, Willow had heard voices too. With her green eyes wide, she scrambled to grab her bra and t-shirt. The bra and t-shirt were tugged on in the nick of time. Just a second or so later, the women saw a child’s head come into view as he scrambled up the path. The boy was followed by a girl hard on his heels and then their parents following at a more sedate pace.
“Lovely day isn’t it?” the man called out to them.
“It sure is,” Tara replied, hoping her cheeks weren’t too red. She glanced across at Willow to see her trying to calm her rapid breathing by taking deep breaths.
“I can definitely understand why you would want to take a break,” the woman said as she paused for a moment. “This is hard work.”
Their two children were continuing to scramble up the path ahead. “Wouldn’t you love to have their energy?” Tara commented.
“At least this will wear them out,” their mother replied. “Hey guys, don’t get too far ahead!”
“You and Dad are too slow!” the boy called back over his shoulder.
Their parents took this as a sign to get moving again. The man reached out and took his wife’s hand in his own. “Enjoy the rest of your walk, girls,” he said.
Willow and Tara smiled and waved the family off. As soon as they had disappeared, Willow let out a sigh of relief. “That was close. Poor kid almost had a view of something he shouldn’t be seeing for at least another decade.”
Tara laughed. “Plus they’re spoken for. Want me to do your bra up?”
“Yes please,” Willow hiked her t-shirt up so Tara could do up the clasp.
Properly attired, Willow and Tara continued their way along the track. Willow’s heart was soon racing again, but this time from exertion rather sexual excitement. The rest of the hike passed with more spectacular views as they walked along the top of the ridge and several more buckets of sweat. It was too rather exhausted young women that emerged from the bush clad hills a few hours later.
They were waiting for the ferry as it chugged slowly beside the wharf. Instead of travelling up on the top deck as they had done on the way over, Tara suggested they sit in the main cabin instead. There they would have comfortable seats out of the wind.
As soon as she sat back into the seat, Willow felt suddenly weary. While the hike had been taxing, she hadn’t felt overly tired at any stage. Now, in the ferry’s cabin, she found the constant hum of the motor lulling her towards sleep. She stifled a yawn and tried to concentrate on looking past Tara, who was sitting by the window, and out at the blue sea beyond. However, as the ferry left the wharf and slowly picked up speed as it raced across the harbour back towards Wellington, she felt her eyes grow heavier.
Tara had to agree that the day had been almost perfect. The weather had been kind, with the wind only picking up at the end of the day. The hike had been well worth the effort, despite her aching thigh muscles and Willow’s blisters. She could not have wished for better company. Her only regret from the day had been the sudden interruption to their make-out session. A session that Tara knew would have led to even naughtier antics up against the tree if they had not been interrupted. She cursed the fact that the track was so popular and that they had not thought to find a more secluded spot for their frolicking.
Still, as she turned to look at Willow, Tara hoped that they would have plenty of time for sex in the outdoors and other public places. She smiled at the redhead and Willow managed a tired one in return. Tara had only returned to looking out the window for a minute or two when she felt a soft weight on her shoulder. She glanced down and saw that Willow had succumbed to exhaustion, falling into a deep slumber. Her cheek was pressed against Tara’s shoulder and the strands of hair that had escaped from her ponytail had fallen forward over her face. Trying her best not to disturb the sleeping redhead, Tara shifted slightly so she could lift her arm around Willow’s shoulders and make her more comfortable. The sunlight reflecting off the waters of the harbour no longer held any interest; she spent the whole journey studying the face that was tucked up against her. Without a doubt, Willow’s creamy skin, delicate lips and eyelashes resting on her cheeks, were every bit as beautiful as what lay out the window.
Willow woke as soon as the rumble of the ferry changed as they slowed down nearing the harbour. She jerked up as though wondering where she was for a moment. When she saw Tara’s comforting smile, everything was fine. She did however glance at Tara’s shoulder to check she hadn’t drooled on it.
“Good sleep?” Tara asked, removing her arm from where it had been comfortably wrapped around Willow’s shoulders.
Willow straightened and indulged in a discreet mini-stretch. She then rubbed at her neck as though it was stiff. “Yeah, I can’t believe I just drifted off like that. Sorry, you should have woken me instead of letting me snore on your shoulder.”
“What are girlfriends for?” Tara reached out and brushed several strands of hair out of Willow’s face. “Besides, you didn’t snore a bit.”
“Did I sleep talk then? I do have this habit of saying really nonsensical crap while I’m asleep.”
Tara shook her head with a grin. She remembered Willow’s early morning babbling from the one time she had woken up next to her. “No sleep-talking either.”
As they disembarked, Tara suggested that they share a taxi instead of walking to their respective apartments. She felt slightly guilty at her ulterior motive of sharing just so she could get Willow to her apartment. However, knowing the redhead like she did, she suspected that Willow would not mind at all.
The taxi ride passed in relative but comfortable silence. Neither Willow nor Tara felt the need to speak to add superfluous noise to the end of a wonderful day. Willow simply reached across the back seat and wrapped her fingers around Tara’s. The contact said more than whole sentences.
When they taxi drew to a halt outside Tara’s apartment building, she looked across and saw the disappointed expression on Willow’s face. The redhead clearly expected their day together to be over.
“It’s almost dinner time. I don’t think I have much more than pasta or soup but you’re welcome to come up,” Tara suggested.
“Sure,” Willow replied as nonchalantly as possible. The speed with which she paid the driver and exited the taxi were a better indication of what she thought of Tara’s idea.
However, as she climbed out of the taxi, Tara wondered if she was moving a little fast. Then she only had to remember the way she felt a few hours earlier, and just how ready she had been for Willow then. She had spent almost five months wanting Willow; there was no sense in prolonging it any further. The taxi pulled away from the curb, there was no going back.
“Are you sure you want me to come up?” Willow asked hopefully.
“Do you want to come up?”
“Is Angelina Jolie hot?” was Willow’s immediate answer. “Of course I do.”
“It’s settled then,” Tara said as she reached for Willow’s hand. She hoped her palm wasn’t too sweaty. “You’re coming up.”
“Of course, nothing has to happen,” Willow quickly added as Tara led her inside. “We can just talk, or have coffee. Movies are good too. I think Resident Evil is on TV tonight, while I think the sequel is actually better, it’s still a pretty good time with Michelle and Milla kicking butt…if you’re into that kind of thing…”
“Willow?”
“Yes?”
“Just shut up and come inside.”
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