Thanks to everyone for the feedback, as always, it's greatly appreciated.
This fic started off as a little piece of smut, but then it suddenly became twice as long as I'd intended it to be. Now, it's evolved into something completely different, it's become a random chain of ideas that just happen to flow together quite well.
The origional title doesn't really fit very well with what I'm writing now. So, the 1st 10 parts are still collectively entitled 'Out of Character', but from now, the next however many chapters are to be affectionately entitled 'Just Because'.
This carries on directly from the last part of 'Out of Character', but it's the first part of 'Just Because'.
(I hope you managed to follow all that).
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For over an hour Willow and Tara just laid in each other’s arms. Both girls content to just be with their soul mate, luxuriating in each others’ company, enjoying having nothing to do other than be together.
Four gentle hands affectionately traced lines and patterns over warm, soft skin.
Two pairs of lips interspersed tender kisses with whispers of sweet nothings.
“It’s getting late, we should probably get up.” Tara glanced at the clock.
“Nuh-uh. I vote we stay right here in bed, all naked, all gay, all day.” Willow chuckled.
“We can’t just stay in bed all day.”
“Why not? It’s not like we have any reason to get up.”
“But, we’ll have to go get something to eat at some point.”
“I know exactly what I want to eat, no need to get out of bed for that.” Willow explained, her eyes twinkling suggestively.
Sensing further argument from her girl the redhead stressed her point.
“I have everything I’ll ever need right here.” This point was accentuated by the playfully tickling of Tara’s sides, effectively causing the blonde to giggle and writhe and eventually, to surrender.
“Okay, okay. We don’t have to get up, just stop tickling. Please.”
“Yay I won!” The triumphant redhead cheered. “Now, in honour of my victory and your unquestionable beauty, as of this moment I officially declare this day to be national treat Tara like a princess day. And I proclaim that the first act of worship on this most holy of days is to be a warm, relaxing bath with lots of bubbles and candle-light. To be followed by a sensuous massage using some of those yummy massage oils that I know you have hidden somewhere.” As she spoke Willow had made her way to the dorm room’s adjoining bathroom.
“So let me get this straight. You tickle-tortured me so I’d agree to stay in bed all day, and to celebrate, you want to get out of bed?”
“Only for a little while. Where do you keep your bath-bubbles?” Willow enquired as she turned on the hot tap.
“Under the sink.” The blonde wrapped a blanket around herself and joined her girlfriend in the bathroom.
“Hey, all naked, all day, remember? Remove that blanket at once missy.”
Tara complied, dropping the blanket to the floor then seating herself on a small stool to watch as her lover prepared the perfect romantic ambience. Candles of assorted sizes, colours and scents were arranged and lit around the room, a row of small pink and white tee-light’s arranged along the side of the bath. Lavender scented bubbles filled the bath as Willow disappeared into the dorm room briefly, only to return carrying a single red rose. She ran the rose down her lover’s torso before gently removing the head of the flower and scattering the delicate petals into the bubbles.
“Almost perfect.”
“Almost? How much more perfect can you get Will?”
“Oh baby, you’re forgetting, I am Willow Rosenberg, perfectionist extraordinaire. Now, what’s missing? Oh, music, how could I forget the music? Wait there.” Within seconds Alison Krauss’s soft, gentle voice filtered through from Tara’s CD player.
When she returned Willow tested the temperature of the water, then offered her hand to assist Tara as she stepped into the bath. The blonde instantly disappeared under the bubbles, re-emerging a few seconds later with bubbles resting on the end of her nose. Willow giggled as she lovingly reached out to wipe the bubbles away and the two girls exchanged contented, affectionate smiles.
“Miss Rosenberg, you are spoiling me.” Tara exclaimed, closing her eyes to bask in the warm, soapy water that gently relaxed and caressed her.
“But of course, you are the fairest princess of them all; you deserve and shall have nothing but the very best.”
“You’re not joining me?” The blonde observed disappointedly as she watched her lover walk towards the bathroom cabinet.
“In a second, I wanna wash your hair for you.” Willow located a bottle of honey-dew shampoo and inhaled the scent before carrying it over to her girl.
“You can’t wash my hair while you’re in the bath with me?”
“Well, I could, but I don’t think that that’s the proper way to do things. How many princesses do you know who let their maids get into their baths with them?”
“Hmm, just one.”
“One? Who?”
“Me silly. Princess Tara insists that her maid join her in this bath.”
“I will baby, when I’ve washed your hair.”
Willow poured out a small hand-full of shampoo and began gently massaging the liquid through her lover’s long blonde hair. As she washed Tara’s hair, the redhead began reciting a rhyme she remembered from her childhood.
“Goldie-locks, goldie-locks, wilt thou be mine?”
“I thought it was curly-locks?”
“Everyone’s a critic.” Willow grumbled playfully. “Technically, yes it is, but you’re hair’s straight, and golden, so I’m allowed to change it.”
“Okay, sorry. Please continue.”
“Thou shalt not wash dishes, nor yet feed the swine. But sit on a cushion, and sew a fine seam. And feed upon strawberries, sugar and cream.”
“You’d make me sit and sew?”
“Actually, no, unless that’s what you wanted to do. It’s a silly rhyme; I only like it for the first and last two lines. Maybe I could change it, re-word it slightly so that it’s just for you.”
“Thou shalt not fight demons?” The blonde suggested as Willow rinsed her darkened hair.
“Hmmm, that’s not really nursery rhyme-y. But it sounds kinda cool, and it’s relevant. Yeah, I like that.” Willow thought for a moment, then began reciting her modified version of the children’s poem. “Goldie-locks, goldie-locks, wilt thou be mine? Thou shalt not fight demons, nor yet feed the vamps. But sit on a pedestal, and tell me your dreams. And feed upon strawberries, sugar and cream.”
“Perfect.” Tara grinned, placing a small kiss on Willow’s cheek.
“I aim to please.” Willow smiled proudly. “Okay, your hair’s done.”
“Goody, now get that gorgeous body of yours into this tub.”
“Yes m’am.”
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Disclaimer: I have no idea who wrote the nursery rhyme, I just found it in one of my nieces story books & thought it'd be quite sweet to use & change for our girls.
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by intricate mirage » Tue Nov 25, 2003 7:49 am 
but it's sweet and romantic too... classic 
and 
. And I loved the nursery rhyme too..cute. love sammi xx 
