Ok, I have another load of fics! Here's the first of the batch, the others are kinda songfics, and thus I need to either come up with good lyrics or good songs....oh the challenge! I'm also tempted to get the rating up, though I'm wondering if Kittens would like an occasional short fic with W/T goodness of the naked variety....
This particular short is dedicated to Mary (AntigoneUnbound) for 1) giving me the idea for it and 2) writing such awesome works (Kitties, go read her stuff if you haven't already done so, it ROCKS!)
Enjoy!
~Emma
Title: The Parents
Author: Lt Sticks
Rating: R I think…for innuendo and references…
Summary: Willow brings Tara home to meet the folks. Horror, Horror!
Spoilers: Set after Family.
Copyright: Blah blah Joss owns all, blah blah. Sue me, Josswad.
Feedback: *places hand on heart* I, Sticks, am a glutton for feedback. PM me or find me in the weird world of the Net. I’m around
Later, Willow would wonder about all the demons, witches and plain evil humans she had faced, since becoming best friends with a vampire slayer. Of all of them, none could really be as frightening as a pair of academic scholar-y types, who had just happened to have brought her into the world.
Now however, she walked along the path toward doom, fingers clutching her girlfriend’s with a strength that confessed the nerves she felt, but was trying to hide.
“Y-you ok, sweetie?” Tara’s soft voice broke into her ever-growing sense of impending disaster, and she looked over to capture a concerned blue gaze with her own.
“Yeah, just, you know, worried about them. I mean, they took that whole coming out speech well…um, I think. They didn’t yell anyway. Maybe they were thinking it’s a phase. You know it’s not a phase right? I mean I love you more than life itself and nothing could change that, and they can go shove their phase talk up their-“
“Honey, you might want to take a breath at some point,” Tara interrupted her gently, Willow’s babble calming some of her own nerves. She’d never seen the redhead so agitated, even when her laptop was attacked by a virus, she hadn’t been so edgy. That, in truth made Tara more nervous; having never met Willow’s parents, she didn’t know what to expect, apart from the descriptions from her girlfriend and their friends-which hadn’t reassured the blonde at all.
They reached the house, and entered without pause, both girls seemingly of the thought of “we’d better get this over with quickly”. That plan was thwarted, when Willow closed the door and turned to find…no parents.
“Huh. Maybe they’re out, we are a little early,” the redhead reasoned, the situation doing nothing to soothe her anxieties.
“Just a little hun,” Tara closed the distance between them with her trademark grin, glancing at the clock on the wall, seeing that they were, in fact, half an hour early.
“Well you know, I don’t like being late,” Willow countered, letting her arms slip round the blonde’s waist, resting her head on Tara’s shoulder.
“We’ve got some time to kill then, baby, how about you give me the grand tour?” Blue eyes sparkled, igniting a similar spark within green orbs. The redhead pulled away, then offered her arm in a gallant gesture.
“M’Lady? If you’ll follow me…”
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“Oh God, oooooohhhh God, right th-“
“Willow? Are you here?”
“Holy shi…” Willow began to exclaim, before Tara’s hand prevented the completion of the expletive. Wide eyes regarded each other, taking in the position-quite literally-that they were in. And on the floor of the kitchen, no less.
Never before had the two witches dressed faster, had they had time to consider it, they may have contemplated the unconscious use of magic to aid them in Mission Save Ourselves from Parental Embarrassment. However, thirty seconds later, two clothed-yet somewhat dishevelled-young women greeted the Demons from Hell-otherwise known as Sheila and Ira Rosenberg.
“Hey Mom, Dad,” Willow hugged them with forced enthusiasm. “We got here a little early, didn’t hear you come in.”
“Oh, that’s ok, we had to stop by at the university, we could have picked the two of you up, but Bunny said you had already made your way over here. Hello Tara, it’s very nice to meet you,” the whirlwind that was Sheila breezed through the house, leaving the two lovers stunned.
Wow, she remembered your name. The redhead exclaimed telepathically.
I did convert you to the lesbian side of the Force, sweetie, that’s not a thing many people forget.
Vixen!“We’ll get dinner ready girls,” Ira said, after politely shaking the blonde’s hand. “Oh, by the way Willow honey, your shirt’s on inside out,” he added, a slight smirk on his face as he left to join his wife in the kitchen.
Only sheer force of will kept the redhead from dying from embarrassment. Only devotion to her lover kept Tara from doing the same.
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Dinner had been surprisingly unremarkable. Willow and Tara talked a little about college life and their studies, which had naturally led to one of Sheila’s spiels about some paper. The two witches took the time during that to telepathically flirt, which had been much more enjoyable than talk of academia. Willow and Ira had chatted about his latest computer, which he had been testing for a company. He had recommended her to the company for a summer internship, which the redhead had been interested in for a while.
Now Willow had been taken captive for a moment by her mother, and Tara was sitting in her girlfriend’s room, looking at the pictures of her lover, when said lover’s father approached the door.
“Can I come in?” Ira asked, and the blonde nodded, watching him step into the room, glancing around.
Oh Goddess, don’t let him mention the fact that he almost walked in on his daughter and I having sex on the kitchen floor. Oh and whilst I’m at it, don’t let him find that cross nailed to the wall, Willow would go nuts about that.“I uh…must admit, when Willow told me you two were together, it was a surprise,” he began hesitantly.
Oh. This is either the “hurt her and I kill you” speech or the “we don’t accept you” speech, Tara thought darkly.
“Um, sir, I know it’s p-probably not what you w-wanted for her, but I love her, more than anything, and I’d never do anything to hurt her. And I know she loves me, and that…makes me happier than I’ve ever been”
That demon spell didn’t count, I didn’t want her to be hurt by me, and I hope I’ve made up for that now. Tara marvelled at how little she had stuttered during her little speech, yet a part of her told her,
My heart doesn’t stutter.“I know.”
Ok, what?!?!?! Where’s the “I don’t care, it’s evil” part?“Um…sir?”
“It doesn’t take a genius to work out how much in love the two of you are,” Ira said, coming over to take a seat on the bed. “Willow’s never looked happier. And I know Sheila and I haven’t always been there for her.” He looked ashamed at the admission of that fact, then brightened a little. “I also know, that you’ll both be there for each other, always, even when the other people who love you, can’t be around. And that, is what I’ve wanted for my girl.”
“I will always be there for her, you have my word.” Tara spoke to confirm his thoughts, and to confirm that his belief in them was justified.
“I’m betting you were expecting either a “this is wrong” speech or a threat to kill you, if you ever hurt her, huh?”
“Kinda,” Tara admitted with a grin.
“I think Sheila will be giving Willow that speech right this minute,” Ira sighed, a little resigned. “I might have to do a little persuasion on my wife, and you may have to cheer my daughter up.” He contemplated the impending disaster that may be building downstairs. “Or we may have to stop them both from axe-murdering each other.”
“I’ll handle Willow,” Tara offered, and both ran down the stairs, to find...two redheads hugging.
“Oh my God.” Two bemused bystanders exclaimed.
“I love you Mom,” Willow was choking out.
“I love you too, Willow,” Sheila was sobbing, the façade of lecturer-mode disappeared.
Ira and Tara regarded each other. “Are we in some alternate dimension or something?” Ira asked.
You don’t know how true that could be, Tara mused.
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“So, she really is ok with it?” Tara asked later, when they were back at their dorm.
“Yeah, I mean I was yelling at her a bit at first, actually I think that was what made her see, you know? Where were you and Dad anyway? Did he give you some evil “I’ll kill you, you’ve corrupted my girl” speech? Cos if I have to get large with the butch, I will.”
The blonde laughed, settling into bed beside her lover. “No, he was cool about it, he said he’d never seen you happier.”
A red-topped head settled onto a bountiful chest, arms sliding across to embrace strong shoulders. “Well, that’s because I’ve never been happier than when I’ve been with you.”
“Sweet-talker,” Tara grinned, dropping a kiss into her love’s hair.
“Only the truth. Besides, I said the same thing to Mom, I think that, along with the righteous indignation of being labelled a fad, convinced her it was the real deal.”
“We do, you know.”
“What?”
“Have the real deal.”
“I know.” Both settled into contented silence for a moment. “Though I’d give anything to take back that comment Dad said about my shirt.”
“Oh Goddess, I thought he was going to say something to me about that.”
“Heh…I can imagine that….oh god, I can actually. Evil.”
“Well, at least they didn’t actually see anything.”
“They still interrupted us,” Willow grouched, earning a deep laugh from her lover.
“Typical, I’m worried about being embarrassed, and you’re annoyed that we got interrupted.”
“Baby, you were getting me going there, I was frustrated all through dinner!”
“I’m guessing I owe you something then.”
“Sounds good to me. Maybe I can return the favour too, I mean, you must be pretty frustrated yourself, I’d be more than happy to mmpgh!” Willow was cut off by the wondrous feeling of soft lips against hers.”
As lips travelled to delicious places, all the redhead could moan was “Horny, now…”
btw I adore your avatar 
I'm currently sprawled in pain, just got sent home from work with agonising cramps and feeling totally shit, my flatmates want to dump me in a car and drag me to hospital lol, so feedback cheered me up greatly. 
