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Title: Chocolate, Vanilla and Salt Author: Gabbles Rating: PG-13ish Pairings: Willow/Tara Disclaimers: Joss Whedon owns it…umm..ME and all those peoples. Summary: One of those tentative Season 4 moments. Notes: This is set some point early on in the beginnings of the Willow/Tara relationship  A bit of fluff, really. Hope you enjoy! Chocolate, Vanilla and SaltWillow raised a hand to knock on the door in front of her. Then she lowered it. Clearing her throat, she raised her hand again, only to lower it for the fifth time in as many minutes. Okay, this was beginning to bug her. All she had to do was raise her hand, knock, and then Tara would come to the door and Willow’d go in. It was as simple as that. At least, one would think it was as simple as that. But no, Willow’s hand had to keep lowering itself, of its own accord, mind you, and it was starting to get to her.
It was only Tara. Okay, it wasn’t only Tara. It was Tara who-had-been-constantly-on-her-mind-and-in-her-dreams-since-she’d-met-her Tara. No big deal; nope, no big deal what so ever.
So, damn you hand, knock!
And it did. And Willow panicked. Tara was going to come to the door! Tara, who would be looking absolutely gorgeous, would be coming to the door and Willow was looking all frumpy in the outfit she’d taken an hour to choose and in the hairstyle she’d spent forty five minutes on.
The door swung open and Willow’s one hundred miles per second mind came to a screeching halt. The vision that was Tara was standing in front of her, wearing a pair of comfy track pants and a shirt that stated, ‘Make Chocolate, Not War’. Her cute blonde hair was out, framing her face, and she looked as gorgeous as always.
Willow took in that beauty in about a split second as a ‘hey’ escaped her lips.
She then proceeded to panic as she realized Tara had been crying. Her soft, gentle blue eyes were red rimmed and she sniffled slightly even as her face broke into a shy half grin.
“W-Willow…” Tara’s soft, slightly surprised voice reached her ears. The blonde stepped aside and Willow walked into the room and turned to the other girl as she heard the door click behind her.
“Tara,” Willow’s voice was filled with concern, “Are you okay? Why’ve you been crying? Do I need to beat someone up? Because I will! I mean, I could get Buffy to beat ‘em up. ‘Cause, well, me? Not great with the whole butch thing. Plus, I’ll probably get pummeled. But, just say the word and I’ll sick Buffy onto them?!”
Willow, during her little rant, had stepped forward and let a comforting hand rest on the blonde’s forearm, concerned eyes searching those of her friends.
Tara couldn’t help the little giggle that came out at the increasing in pitch babble she found so adorable and then promptly burst into tears.
Willow let out a squeak of surprise and pulled Tara into a tight hug. She slipped her arm around her waist and the other along her shoulder blades and held the shuddering girl tightly. She smiled slightly as she felt the girl bury her face in to her neck and hold on for dear life. Her smile then faded.
She’d seen Tara upset before. She’d seen Tara sad before. She had never, ever seen Tara cry before. In fact, the times she had seen her sad or upset were so few and far between Willow could barely remember them. The girl would soon be smiling again and that made Willow happy. Tara’s smiles were just so damn distracting and infectious.
Willow pulled back slightly and Tara raised her head to apologize. Only she stopped. The green eyes staring back at her held no disgust or reproach; they were radiating warmth and concern.
Tara sniffled slightly and swallowed back another sob. Her breathing hitched as she felt Willow’s fingers stroke her face, wiping away her tears.
“Hey…” Willows soft tones stroked her into calmness, “You okay? Er…stupid question. He he…”
Tara smiled slightly and sniffled again, “S-sorry…I just h-had a r-rough afternoon. Then you were a-all nice and concerned and I got all t-teary again.”
Willow’s face scrunched up, “You cried because I was nice…?” she asked in confusion.
Tara chuckled slightly. Feeling safe and warm in Willow’s arms, she let the afternoons tension slip away, “N-no. Well, yes.” She sensed Willow’s confusion, “But just after a b-bad afternoon, h-having you all concerned set me off. It’s w-weird.” Tara ducked her head, her hair falling like a curtain over her eyes.
Willow smiled softly, and lifted a hand, tucking the soft blonde hair behind Tara’s ear, “I get it.”
When Tara looked up and into Willow’s eyes, Willow felt her breath catch. She became aware of her arm wrapped around the girl’s waist, of the girls blue eyes staring into her own, of the warm skin against her hand.
Swallowing heavily, Willow slowly stepped back. What was that about? I should not be having thoughts like that about my friend. In fact, I wasn’t even really thinking then. Just noticing stuff…see, there’s no bad in noticing about how soft Tara’s cheek is, or how beautiful she is, so…damn it.
“I’ll grab you some tissues, then you can tell me what happened…”
Tara blinked owlishly as Willow turned towards her dresser. I could have sworn she was…no…don’t be stupid, Tara. She wrapped her hands around her middle and tried to hold onto the feeling of Willows arms wrapped around her.
Willow breathed in and out deeply, pulled some tissues from the box and turned back to Tara with a smile on her face, “Right, you sit on the bed.” Tara obliged and Willow sat next to her, handing her the tissues in the process, “Now,” she inserted puppy dog eyes for good measure, “Please tell me what happened?”
Tara’s mood from Willow’s embrace dissipated. She couldn’t talk to Willow about this. Looking down, hair again falling in front of her face in her old self defense gesture, she answered, “I-It was n-nothing, Willow.”
Willow reached a hand up again and cupped Tara’s cheek, bringing her eye’s up to meet her own, “If it bothers you this badly, it obviously isn’t nothing.”
Tara smiled softly at the girls concern, loving how the gentle hand that still cupped her face felt, “I-It’s nothing major, Willow,” she took in a breath, and glanced away before looking back into green eyes, “J-Just that, my f-father called today. You know how f-family can be…”
Willow gave a short laugh, letting her hand drop from the soft cheek to hold the other girls hand, “Yeah, I know….is that it, though?” She looked deep into the blue eyes in front of her and could see the tension they held.
Tara knew the redhead could sense there was something more to what she was letting on, but didn’t really want to elaborate on the story that is her family, “Yeah, th-that’s pretty m-much it. Plus, you know, I’m all…um…e-emotional?...at the m-moment.”
Willow nodded, all serious, “Ah, yes, the dreaded hormones that prey on the females of our kind…” she grinned, letting silence settle for a second, before bursting out, “Chocolate!”
Tara jumped slightly at the outburst, then giggled, “Chocolate?”
Willow jumped up off the bed, walking over to the bag she’d dropped near the doorway, “Yup, chocolate. Fixes all tears, and is especially needed for this time of the month.”
Tara laughed again as she saw Willow pull out a half eaten, giant block of chocolate.
“What?” the redhead asked indignantly, plopping back down on the bed beside Tara.
Tara smothered her grin, “Nothing…”
Willow raised an eyebrow at her.
“Ok, n-not nothing.” She let her amused smile shine through, “It’s just…you carry giant blocks of chocolate a-around!”
Willow smiled sheepishly, “Okay…so I may have a slight chocolate addiction…but see how handy it is!? Besides…look at your shirt. ‘Make Chocolate, Not War’? It seems to me that you also have a chocolate fixation!”
Tara smiled sheepishly, “I s-saw this shirt, and h-had to have it.” She accepted the row of chocolate that Willow had offered her.
Willow nodded, “I’m with you on that…I want it!” Or I want to be that shirt…bad Willow!
Biting into the delicious chocolate, Tara closed her eyes, savoring the taste as she sucked the milky square.
Willow watched, transfixed, as Tara bit into the chocolate she’d handed her, watching as her pink tongue darted out, moistening her lips.
The redhead blushed, and looked down to the bedspread, biting into her own piece.
She looked up slightly as she heard a giggle come from the blonde, “What now?” she asked, not being able to cover the smile that came out at the soft, amused look on Tara’s face.
“I-It’s just…you were right. Chocolate soothes a-all things.” The blonde smiled harder. Willow felt her tummy flip at the site of the crooked grin. Damn it, she’s gorgeous.
“I m-mean, I knew chocolate was the b-best,” she gestured to her shirt, “But still…chocolate m-makes all things better.”
“Well, I told ya!”
Tara’s grin suddenly faded slowly. She looked down at the bedspread, then back up, “Thank you” she whispered, her eyes intense.
Willow swallowed hard, “Hey…” she said softly, “I didn’t do anything.”
“Yes, y-you did.” Tara smiled softly again, and bit back into her chocolate.
Willow felt tears prick the back of her eyes at the look on the blondes face. She reached her hand over and squeezed the blonde’s hand.
“Tara,” she began, “You’re my friend…you’re more then just that…it’s my duty to make you feel good… especially since you deserve too.”
More then a friend? No, don’t read too much into that, Maclay…but still…
The 100 watt smile that took over Tara’s face was enough to make Willow’s join.
They sat, grinning at each other, not realizing how strange they’d look if someone walked in right at that moment.
Two girls, seated close on the bed, knees touching, the redhead’s hand resting over the blonde’s, both holding chocolate in the free one, huge smiles on their faces and simply gazing at each other.
Both girls suddenly dropped their gazes, realizing how long they’d been lost in the other.
Willow cleared her throat, searching for a topic. She smiled as one came to mind, “So, I, ah, I owe you…”
Tara looked up confused.
“The other night…” Willow trailed off, a mischievous glint in her eyes, “I warned you that if you hogged the covers, I’d have to tickle you…”
Tara’s eyes went wide. Willow had stayed the other night after they’d been burnt out after a spell.
Willow continued, “And, well…you hogged. And I never tickled…”
Tara’s eyes, if possible, went even wider as Willow lunged herself at the blonde, pushing her backwards and pinning her to the bed, tickling mercilessly. Chocolate was dropped, forgotten, to the floor.
Tara couldn’t help it; she shrieked with laughter as the redheads fingers prodded up and down her ribcage, tickling her with skill.
She tried to fight back, she really, truly did. But not only was she weak from laughing too hard, she was also enjoying the closeness of the redhead’s body. Willow was straddling her legs, one hand pinning Tara’s arms above her head and the other attacking her ribcage. Oh no, Tara was definitely not complaining.
Willow grinned as the blonde writhed from her ministrations, loving the sound of Tara’s laughter, an all too rare an occurrence, sounding through out the room.
The blonde was pinned beneath her and Willow couldn’t help the naughty thoughts that entered her head. Writhing Tara pinned between my legs ….she pushed those distracting, and still slightly confusing, thoughts aside.
“Mer-” Tara tried her hardest to get the word out through her laughter, “Mer- Mercy!” she shrieked.
Willow grinned and stilled her hand, letting it rest on the girl’s waist. Both were breathing hard, grinning at each other.
Now that Willow had stopped the tickling, she realized she was almost lying on the other girl. She was still straddling the blondes thighs, one arm reached over her to hold Tara’s hands above her head, her body stretched out so that her face was hovering just inches above the blonde’s.
Tara held the intense look of the green eyes hovering above her, the feeling of warm breath washing over her lips causing her to almost do the one thing she thought would ruin her friendship with Willow. Kiss her.
Feeling the all too familiar ache that seemed to settle low in her belly whenever she was near Tara, Willow swallowed hard. The blondes lips were so close to her own, the warmth of the skin at her waist under her hand, and she found her mind becoming foggy.
Slowly, ever so slowly, Willow found her self leaning down towards Tara. What am I doing? God, what am I doing? She saw Tara’s tongue dart out to moisten her lips and almost groaned. Exactly what I’ve wanted to do since I first saw her sitting across from me in Wicca group…
Tara suddenly clued in with what was happening. Oh God, she’s going to kiss me.
And all thought process ended as soft lips touched her own and her eyelids fluttered closed.
Mouths, tentative at first, moved softly against each other, lips brushing gently; caressing almost reverently. As more confidence was gained, lips started to tug, bottom lips were sucked and a hesitant tongue traced along full lips.
And then, all shyness washed away as mouths parted and tongues collided. Tension and frustration and feelings and needs and wants from the past few weeks were all brought to surface as they were bared out to the open.
Groans were deep and throaty; Tara’s hands under Willow’s shirt, fingers digging into soft skin as the kiss intensified, raw passion fueling it. Willow’s hand slipped from Tara’s waist, up along to graze the side of a breast, only to trail down to trace patterns along the smooth skin of her belly. The other hand having released the ones she had held captive, now held her steady, resting on the bed beside the blonde beauty that she was kissing with a frenzied passion.
Backs arched, breasts touched, hands explored and tongues dueled.
Willow was immersed in everything that was Tara. The smell; the taste; the feel.
Chocolate…she tasted chocolate. And god, the unique taste that was just all Tara. Why had she held this off for so long? Vanilla…she smelt vanilla, as well as the lingering sweet smell of the sweets. She tasted the vanilla, too. Chocolate and vanilla and Tara. Salt...she tasted salt, too.
Salt?
Gently, Willow pulled back, her breathing heavy and pupils dilated. Green eyes widened as she saw tears staining Tara’s pale cheeks, and more shimmering in the girl’s eyes when they lazily opened.
“Tara…” Was that her voice? It was so hoarse and…low and all…hell, she just plain sounded turned on, “Tara…I-I’m sorry…please don’t cry?”
Willow gently wiped the tears off her cheeks.
Tara shook her head, “N-no, Willow,” her voice was low, husky, and Willow realized that the girl was just as effected by the kiss as she was. So why was she crying? “D-don’t think that…” she bit her lip; “I-I just, never thought that w-would ever happen…” she drew in a shaky breath as another tear slowly trailed down her cheek.
Willow smiled softly, her own voice just as shaky as the blondes, “Y-you mean…you wanted that?”
Tara nodded, “Oh, God, yes…”
Willow swallowed again, realizing that during their passion, she’d ended up pressed even closer to Tara. And that Tara’s hands were still on the skin of her back, and her own was resting under the girl’s shirt, just under her breast.
“Tara…” she looked into the girls blue eyes, “Tara…can I? Kiss you again?”
A slow smile took over Tara’s lips, swollen from intense kisses. She reached up a finger to trail it in a feather light touch down a freckled cheek, “Always, Willow. Y-you never have to ask.”
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