Coming Back Feedback: Please, this story needs all the help it can get. Takes place five years from now.
Spoiler Warning: Through Season Six
Disclaimer: It's all ME and Joss. I do not have any copyrights or anything else associated with BTVS. All rights belong with the production company, writers etc, etc.
Rating: PG for now
Couples: Eventually W/T again
Notes: Anon is away on a trip and has asked me to post this for her, hope I've done a good job being the beta!! Anon wanted me to thank everyone for their patience and continued support!!
Part 14Willow and Tara walked up the front steps of the house that Tara shared with Julie and Betsy. Neither of them expressed the nagging feelings of sadness that they were both experiencing. They quietly entered the house not ready to make their arrival known. They did not want to attract the attention of the party that could be heard from the backyard. The silence between them became awkward and they both avoided eye contact with each other.
"This is kind of awkward. It feels like the end of a date where we don't know how to say goodbye." Tara finally spoke up because she could sense Willow's anxiety and she could not bare the silence any longer.
"I know!" Willow nodded her head in an exaggerated manner. "With the exception that we aren't going to say goodbye. We are just going to go join a party filled with friends. Well actually with mostly your friends and two of my friends who are more like my family. And I am going to be in town for a while and we have just said hello and that means it is too soon to say goodbye. Not that I want to ever say goodbye again. Oops, I'm sorry, no pressure. Argh, I am so on the verge of a babble-fest." Willow reached over and lightly grabbed Tara by the shoulders and shook her with mock urgency. "Stop me. My babbling is legendary and it could go on all night!" she pleaded.
Tara's blue eyes lit up with amusement. She was enjoying Willow's teasing and her touch. She felt so at ease with Willow and began to mourn the fact that the sense of comfort would soon end. Once they went out the back to the party, even though they were her friends, she knew that she would feel watched. She would feel as if she were under a spotlight. Everyone would be looking to see how she was reacting to everything. Tara just wanted to blend in and not receive much attention, but now she would be going outside and everyone who knew what was going on would be observing her. They would be looking for hints of her feelings and analyze her.
In addition to her anxiety about the party, Tara was experiencing a
strong physical attraction between her and Willow. She did not want to be a part of a couple under examination. She had avoided romance and dating and never felt like she was missing anything. But now, there were emotions that were flooding through her for the first time since she woke up in a hospital room five years ago and she didn’t know how she should act. Pushing those questions aside she focused on Willow. "I understand, well I don't understand babbling much but I know. I kind of wish we didn't have to go to the party. Don't you wish we had more time?"
"Oh no, I never wish! I mean yes, I want to spend more time with just you. I want that more than anything but I am not going to wish for it because when you wish, bad things happen." Willow saw disappointment and confusion begin to show on Tara's face and she realized that the other woman did not understand. Of course Tara didn't understand, she didn't remember being trapped in Buffy's house by a vengeance demon. Willow felt desperate to reassure Tara, so she began to run her hands up and down Tara's arms as if she was trying to warm the other woman up. And then slowly, she moved her hands up and began to massage Tara's shoulders.
"I mean, yes, I
really want to be with you alone. I want to spend more time getting to know you and give you more of a chance to get to know me. I want to go to your favorite restaurant. I want to see the other place where you work. I want to see the room that you live in. I want to learn everything about you. I want to do all those things right now and never stop getting to know you."
Silence filled the air, as they couldn’t take their eyes off each other. They just both stood there looking for answers in each other’s eyes. The moment was special and intense. Tara knew what she wanted to do. She wanted to lean over and kiss Willow. She wanted to feel the strength of Willow's arms again as they held each other. She wanted to run her fingers through Willow's beautiful red hair. Tara felt shy as her mind processed all the things she wanted to do, and she could feel her face turning red. She had to look away and the moment was broken. Willow dropped her arms and began to kick the carpet. Tara felt as if something very important had slipped away and she didn't know what to do. She had never wanted to be so intimate with anyone else. She needed time to think and sort things out so she decided to continue to avoid what was happening.
"Um, I really need to take a shower before I go and be social with everyone. I really don't want to spend the evening smelling like horses!"
"Yeah, I actually … uh … have to use the bathroom" said Willow hoping that Tara did not think that she was making up an excuse to stay near her. She tried to justify this by shrugging her shoulders and meekly saying, "It's been a long day."
Tara immediately understood and felt guilty that she had not considered Willow’s needs earlier and her face directly expressed her feelings. "Oh, of course, how rude of me. You have been travelling all day. You probably want to freshen up. Come on, I will take you to my room where you can use my bathroom. I'll just use Betsy and Julie's shower."
Tara lightly took Willow's hand and led her up the stairs. The gentle grasp of Tara's hand reminded Willow of the times when her lover would lead her up to their room to be alone. Silently sending a prayer to any higher power that would listen, Willow prayed for the day when Tara would be lead her upstairs for other reasons. Until that day, being with Tara, seeing her room, spending time with her was enough.
As she led Willow up the stairs, Tara was overwhelmed by feelings of deje vu. It felt so right to be with this woman. She recognized that it was out of character for her to be so touchy with Willow, but here she was taking every opportunity to reach out and make contact. She was usually so shy with people. Distance made her feel safe, even to the people she was closest to. It had taken her a year to just get comfortable enough to hug Julie or Betsy. But today, with Willow, a woman who in her memory she had just met, she was taking her hand, sleeping in her arms, looking in her eyes, and thinking about kissing her. It was all so new to Tara but she decided to trust her instincts.