Ok, we've hit rough times, and I am in denial, I want to pretend. So I want happy fic, sexy fic, fic fic fic... but no angst or unhappiness. And the most important part, make it short!! One page happy fics! YAY! I have a few of my own I plan to throw in here. Unfinished little moments of happiness. Sigh.

Your wish is my command...

K
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In 350 Words or Less Tell Me How You Love Me…

By Katharyn Rosser

Summary: A little W/T moment, no specific time just a short happy fic as requested.
Notes: I don’t know precisely what is going on in S6 but getting a shrewd idea is unavoidable from thread titles and then there were the Kittens in pain… This is for all of you.
Written from scratch and on the fly at 6.00 am after seeing Xita’s request on pens so not very polished at all, I would have done better with a little more time. Think of it as a quick fix if not a solution.
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Where had it come from this assignment? Oh yeah. Willow smiled to herself as she handed over the piece of notepaper filled with words but more than that. Together words formed ideas, feelings, emotions and promises. Alone they were nothing but abstract… but together…

‘There you go miss,’ she offered the paper to her teacher in all things regarding love.

Tara took the paper from her and settled down with Miss Kitty in her lap to read it, the cat swiping at the edge of the paper with her tiny claws but it took only a sentence for Tara to realise that there was no way she could ever let the kitten destroy this.

Tara, you are my love as I am yours.

You are the light that shines so brightly in my soul, casting a new light on everything that I ever was – waiting for you to enter my life.

Revealing to me just where I am – blessedly with you my love.

Showing me where I am going – always at your side.

You are the song that sings in my heart. The one who rocks me to sleep with a lullaby when I am low but safe held there in your arms. The one that whispers the words of love in my ear for no better reason than they are all true.

You are the fire that burns in my desire. And your touch, oh your touch my love. Your touch thrills me. Your caresses energise me. Your loving makes me lose the words to tell you.

And you are the one, the only one, who makes me feel complete. Your touch, your love, your voice and the sight of my beautiful witch. Only with you. Only with you.

And this is why I love you. All that you give me without asking a thing that is why I freely give you my own love.

My own voice speaking the words that try to tell you how I feel but never quite expressing myself completely. Never able to tell you the full extent of my feelings for you. My desire, my satisfaction, my love.

I offer you my all because that is what you give me… I let you look upon me at my most exposed and vulnerable because I am never safer and more secure than when I am with you.

I never feel more energised than when I am loving you.

But that is not when we are closest my love… loving is not the same as love. It is when we hold each other. Then is the time when we are truly one. Not just of one flesh but also of one love and one mind. United. Together.

Always and forever.


Tara read the hastily scrawled note and looked down upon her student sitting on the floor beside the bed smiled and let Miss Kitty make her escape. ‘I’m a little disappointed,’ she said, ‘that you couldn’t find the words… we need to look at that.’

‘Yes Miss’ Willow replied and the desire, the touch and the caresses that she had referred to were applied again and again until she could find the words.


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She's my always

this is a poem that i hold dear to me and i think it relates very well to the situation. i thought that maybe i should share that you might read the words and it may remind you.

Your lips speak soft sweetness,

Your touch a cool caress,

I am lost in your magic,

My heart beats within your chest,



I think of you each morning,

And dream of you each night,

I think of your arms being around me,

And cannot express my delight,



Never have I fallen,

But I am quickly on my way,

You hold a heart in your hands,

That has never before been given away.



Gregory Branson

Yeah Xita, we need W/T goodness to get us through rough times. Here's my humble contribution.

Warning it contains mini spoilers for season 6



TITLE: JOURNAL SERIES part 4 : BREAST GAL



PAIRING: W/T RATING: PG-13



AUTHOR: NIKA



DISCALIMERS: FOR DISCLAIMERS AND AUTHORS NOTES SEE PART 1



DISTRIBUTION: ALL YOU HAVE TO DO IS ASK



FEEDBACK: YES PLEASE. latinnika@yahoo.es



SPOILERS: STUFF FROM SEASONS 4&6





SUMMARY: WILLOW THINKS ABOUT TARA





BREAST GAL



I still can't believe I said that at dinner "I'm a breast gal myself, but I guess you knew that" Oh God, at least I had the good grace to blush, I'm sure Tara had to hold back a roaring laugh, Buffy's eyebrows nearly flew up into her scalp, Giles probably held back a dear Lord or two and Xander is probably still playing an X rated feature in his head. The looks on their faces were priceless, even if they tried to mask them well.



I don't see why I can't make a joke or two about myself, I mean if Anya can get away with saying orgasm, penis and sex in every other sentence, I should be able to get away with a teensy-weensy breast comment. Besides the fact that it's absolutely true, I love breasts, but not just any pair,Tara's. Of course I'm not blind occasionally there are women that catch my attention, but none like my Tara. She not only has my undivided attention, she takes my breath away, to me she's embodiment of perfection.



I can still remember the first time I noticed her at that Wicca meeting, I'd seen her before but she was always so quiet I didn't really notice her until she tried to speak up and sort of got picked on by one of the other Goddess invoking phonies. She looked so sweet and vulnerable sitting there on the floor hiding her face behind her hair. It took me forever to convince her to start wearing it away from her face, now she even wears it up and I know it's for my benefit because she knows I love it, it gives me a chance to stare at that luscious neck of hers and appreciate the loveliness of her eyes without barriers.



Those baby blues were the second thing I noticed about her, the first was her hands, how good they felt against mine when we moved the soda machine, when she took my fingers and interlaced them with hers I felt a rush of energy that traveled all over my body and that jolt doubled in intensity when she looked at me with those incredibly clear and warm eyes. She spoke to me in a way that could never be touched by mere words.



I knew then better than in any other time in my life that everything would be alright. The silence ceased within the night and within my soul, there were no monsters before me just beauty. Her beauty.



The third thing I noticed was her smile right after she told me I was special, all I could do was smile in turn all the while thinking "where did you come from?" I must admit I even thought of the old line "where have you been all my life?" After that every time I saw her I noticed something new that I liked. I could spend endless hours taking inventory of everything I noticed and loved about her, even now I still discover little things that I love, like the way she scrunches her nose before sneezing or the way she cuts up an orange.



The first time I saw her in a low cut peasant top my heart did a little dance, it sped up, beat double and stopped all the same time, that was the day I discovered just how kind of gay I could really be.



It was really the first time I had to admit honestly to myself that I felt incredibly attracted to this wonderful woman and wanted to be with her not as friend or a fellow witch, but as girlfriend-lover? For awhile I thought I must be going insane, I thought how could I be falling for a girl? I ran lists of all the boys I had ever had crushes on, I thought of Oz or tried thinking of him specially at night. The nights when Buffy was out at Riley's, I tried fantasying about some of the times we'd been together, but always at some point his face was replaced by hers and it was at that point that my body really felt alive.



I analyzed and theorized all the reasons why it wasn't possible, but every theory fell apart each time I saw her. Not only was it possible it was unavoidable, deliciously inevitable.



I knew she felt the same way, but for awhile I just wasn't ready to accept it, that all seems so silly and pointless now. It was like trying to stop a thunder bolt midway through the sky.

Every time we got together it was like a force of nature was being unleashed around us, the air was charged with electric- rainbow colored waves.



When Oz came back I think I put us both through some unnecessary pain, he was the past I only loved the memory of him. I realize now that my heart had already decided for me long before I ever said the words goodbye. It was just a question of giving my mind the time to catch up and let him go forever.



That night when I took the candle to her room I finally felt like I was home.



The first time we kissed I thought my body would burst into a spontaneous flame, her lips were the softest and sweetest piece of candy I have ever tasted. I was addicted in an instant to her tongue swirling in tempo with mine, what we did with our mouths I felt in every other part of my body.



I thought I would fall and never be able to get up again, I didn't want to, this abyss I was entering was like a lost paradise that had suddenly opened it's doors to me. Not even the need for air tore us apart, we kissed for what seemed hours, maybe we did who needed the presence of time? Not us.



From that day forward I can assure the world that not kissing her at least once a day is like depriving myself of breathing, it's that essential.



She still has that butterfly effect on me, every time we kiss or make love they take flight inside my stomach and chest. They fly in different and exquisite patterns leaving traces of their colors all through my insides, they take me along for a ride through the clouds, playing music with their wings, making my body hum with the beat she sets for them.



I can see her in my mind's eye, every part of her:

The sun kissed hair that glides through my fingers like silk

The eyes that carry traces of a fallen sky looking at me-through me

The lips- red as roses wet with morning dew

The tongue-a velvety smooth magic carpet, a most talented dancer

The hands strong-soft and noble, instruments of pleasure that curve and flex, stretch and reach, cup, squeeze and enter, they play finely tuned-perfect notes on my skin

The legs-long and fine, teasers, guardians of a honey treasure, good for riding out long awaited waves of languid pleasure

The breasts -curves created by a master sculptor, so soft and supple, creamy white delicacies, pink rigid tips made for drinking and milking out sounds of nightly ecstasy Finally the center of it all - a universe in itself -a ripe fruit, sweetest berry of summer, finest wine made of liquid from the wells of heaven, the ambrosia that makes me immortal, the feast that outlast many suns and many moons, the fire running through my veins, a pulsing life force that has no proper name.-

All of it and more is my Tara.



Take away all the fancy words and it really comes down to this one simple fact: She's

the woman responsible for me being a breast craving kind of gal.





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"Eat lot's of applesauce, preferably fed to you by attractive young lesbians." Amber Benson

Right then, happy, sexy and short - I hope this suits.





Rating: PG 13

Pairing: W/T

Feedback: yes please – aspiring feedback junkie

Either post it here, or e-mail wizpupandme@hotmail.com

Disclaimer: All characters, as you know, belong to Joss Whedon et al.



Secret Weapon



By Jo Radley





Willow stood for a moment beside the bed, allowing her eyes to adjust to the semi-darkness. Sneaking through a gap in the curtains, a soft-edged stripe of silver moonlight undulated across the bed, revealing the gently curved form of the woman lying beneath the covers.



She shrugged, allowing the robe to slip from her shoulders and fall into a silky pool around her feet. Moving quietly, she slipped into the bed, between sheets already warmed by the heat of her lover’s body. Tara was lying on her side, facing away towards the window, and Willow slid across to mould her body against that of the woman she loved.



She reached out her arm to enclose Tara’s body, pulling her close, and felt Tara’s fingers entwine with hers. As flesh met flesh, the two women released a simultaneous sigh, a spontaneous reaction that spoke of homecoming. How many hours had they spent lying in this bed, wrapped around each other, not recognising where one ended and the other began?



Tara was close to sleep, but still words of love slipped easily from her tongue, as much a part of her dreams as they were of her wakefulness. “Willow… love…”, the words came as naturally as breath. Willow responded by gently dropping kisses on to her lover’s neck and shoulders, tasting the soft skin and inhaling the lingering remnant of the fragrant oils in the bath they had shared. Pulling her hand free, she ran her fingers slowly down Tara’s body, pausing at the swell of her breasts before lifting her hand to stroke the sleek blonde hair that tickled her face, brushing it aside to kiss the sensitive skin of Tara’s neck and throat.



Relaxing into her caress, Tara’s breathing settled into a regular rhythm as she prepared to bid the day farewell. Moved by a desire that inhabited her very soul, she leaned back to close out any tiny gap between Willow’s body and her own. Willow listened to her breathing, smiling to herself, wishing that sleep was as far away from her lover as it was from her own thoughts.



Her mind was still buzzing, thoughts racing through it, as quickly as the babble with which those thoughts were often released. It was late, but she had started her day slowly, lazily; snuggled in the bed while Tara busied herself with the early morning routine she loved. She loved to watch Tara, took pleasure in the easy grace which Tara achieved in her presence; so different from the nervous and awkward girl she still appeared at times, when others were around. The day had been theirs to spend as they wished, and they had taken the time to talk, to eat, to read in comfortable silence and then bathe each other with the passion and pleasure that bound them together.



Still moving her hands gently in soothing circles on her lover’s body, Willow wished that Tara wasn’t so sleepy, longed to feel her soft caresses returned and to see her passion reflected in cobalt blues eyes. She subtly shifted position, bringing their bodies closer still, hoping Tara would sense her desire and turn to hold her, kiss her, love her…



Tara’s shriek cut through the silence of the night, her body went rigid and those bright blue eyes opened wide as a cry escaped her “Evil!” The single word brought her brutally back to the consciousness she had left behind minutes earlier.



Willow grinned into the darkness. Her secret weapon, it worked every time!



Cold feet…



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Thanks Xita - this is a great idea for a thread. I have enjoyed everything posted so far, and will be checking back for textual happy pills at regular intervals.

Author(s) note at the top bit:I just read the replies above and went away and scribbled this piece down.

I hope you think it's happy,sweet and loving.

Disclaimer:Main characters belong to the owners of the TVshow-we only borrowed them to play with.

Rating:PG13.

Title:"Gosh,look at those."

Author:Emily First.

"What?"

"What,what?"

"You're smiling."

"Am I? Do you mind?"

"I don't know yet...Tell me why."

"Are you sure? Asking why might get you an unexpected answer."

"Talk!..Or I start to bite!.."

"Oooh...Promises,promises."

"Grrrr!"

"Okay,okay! I was just thinking,that they looked like,you know,crocodiles raising their eyes just above the water to see if any prey was around."

"Willow!"

"What?..You asked!"

Tara looked down at her nipples,just raised above the bath water.She laughed..."You're right,but what a weird thing to think."

"Weird Gal,that's me."

"My Weird Gal...all mine!"

"Yep...Tho' I'm kind of jealous as well." Raising her own chest out of the water,she settled back down,to lie against the other end of the tub..."Mine are like...-Down Periscopes! Dive! Dive!-it's so annoying."

"Don't be silly...Remember what they say... 'More than a handful is too much'.I like it that you fit in the palm of my hand...See,you have to use both hands for mine."

"I like having to use both hands on you!"

"I like it when you do..."

They settled down for some serious fun...involving lots of bubbles and squeaks...

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Later (much later)

"Willow?"

"MmHm?"

"About the pancakes...Did you make a special effort?"

"What do you mean? I'll have you know,it takes a special skill to burn pancakes!"

"Oh? I thought it was easy."

"No...I must admit tho'...Something was distracting me at the time!"

"Something?"

"Yes!..Just at the crucial time my mind turned to moosh."

"Is that what you call it?"

"I will not dignify that question with an answer.I am leaving now,before I turn into a prune."

She stood up in the bath,the water running down her body in soapy streams that raised a little mound of bubbles clinging around each leg.

Stepping out of the bath she reached for the large fluffy towel lying over the warming bar.

Tara stood as well,and,in a sultry voice spoke to her lover,"Dry me?"

Willow turning back to Tara,felt her mouth go dry,as she took in the vision before her...The rush of feelings that swept through her body and mind at the smile that played along those lips...She knew what those were,and she was never letting go.



Complete.The End.

Title: Falling For You



Copyright Disclaimer: Joss...and then he...and there was the...oh look, he owns 'em. Alrighty?



Rating NC-17 (ish)



Spoilers: Yeah, this takes place in the episode Tabula Rasa, where Willow and Tara stumble and fall in the tunnel. On top of one another. Wackiness ensues. And er, sweaty naughty feelings too...



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As the vampire lunged, Willow threw herself at the blonde girl who, only moments before, had been the glistening object of her vision. And quite possibly her affections too. Well, more her affections, she suspected. Barely able to keep her eyes from the large pools of blue heading her way, she had felt the flicker of electricity at first touch; the way Tara (was that her name? yeah, she’d said so, Tara…nice name…pretty…) had helped her down the ladder and held on for just that second longer than both of them knew she should have done. As they had foolishly grinned at one another and pulled apart, Willow couldn’t help feeling some disappointment at the lack of contact. She’d been only too glad to find herself next to Tara the next time they plunged into a side tunnel to hide from the creature searching them out.



Something about the way the blonde felt next to her; the faint scent of her perfume and the softness of her touch…she frowned. She couldn’t remember. But somehow, it felt as though she didn’t need to.



They hit the ground, Tara letting out her breath in a whoosh of air that fled sweetly past Willow’s ear. The redhead tried to keep herself off the other girl, but the mere velocity of their movement meant that she fell heavily on the body underneath her, limbs tumbling and entwining together.



Tara’s eyes closed tight shut as her head bumped audibly onto the floor of the tunnel, then she lifted it slightly. Finding the face of the redhead directly above her, her eyes opened, widened at her reflection in green and then moved backwards as she slowly lowered her head to the ground once more, wondering if the stars at the back of her vision were wholly due to the bump on her head.



Willow put out her hands but found that scrabbling in the dirt only brought her fingers closer to where strands of fine blond hair lay on the rough tunnel floor. Without even knowing what she was doing, Willow’s fingers moved closer to where Tara’s head rested; suddenly the skin on her fingertips ached to feel the touch of that hair.



She blinked.



Suddenly the skin on her body ached to feel the touch of the girl beneath her. It hit her like a thousand volt shock, running from the tip of her nose to tingle its way down to where her legs were stretched out on the floor. No, she corrected herself, her legs weren’t stretched out completely on the floor. Her right leg, that was on the floor, but her left…that was hooked over a firm, soft thigh that pressed up between her own.



Shocked, Willow shivered slightly, adjusting her position as she lay on top of the blonde. But she didn’t roll off her. A hand splayed out on her back. Tara’s hand. Holding her. Not letting go; not pushing her off; not moving away… Just holding. Touching. Feeling. She knew she should feel embarrassed at being in such an intimate position with someone she didn’t even know, but, her brain thudded, this wasn’t such a bad thing. Not at all.



The shock intensified until Willow was sure her whole body was humming with the very nearness of the other girl. Of Tara. Yeah, that was right. With the very nearness of Tara.



A pair of blue eyes blinked once, heavy lids closing down once then opening up to reveal a glittering acknowledgement of the contact. Tara’s hand pressed down onto Willow’s shoulder blade, the tips of her fingers digging in ever so slightly. Harder than they should. They carried with them a promise of something. A familiarity that resonated in Willow’s brain, echoing down her body to where her pelvis rested on Tara’s thigh.



Tara knew there was something happening. A vampire or something…some kind of danger? They were running, and then they were hiding. And then she’d been so close to the redhead who made her feel…well, made her feel that way. The way she knew she always should feel. Her mind buzzed at her; the way she always wanted to feel, and never stop. Huddled together, she had let her gaze roam over the finely boned features of the other girl more than once. More than a hundred times, it seemed. The face that was almost imprinted on her mind before she’d ever set eyes on Willow. Willow...she rolled the word around her mind, loving the way it sounded in her head.



A recognition sparked her emotions and responses, teasing a memory that just wasn’t there. What was the phrase flickering into her mind? Sense recognition? Where had she learned that? The knowledge was imperceptibly there in her head though. Sense recognition. A karmic cognitive process that enabled humans to build their perceptions of the world around them and…she frowned inwardly at herself. How did she know this stuff? And why the heck was she thinking about it now, when all that she knew was lying on top of her, moving up and down ever so slightly with each breath.



Everything else just faded away.



Even now, she knew that there was fighting and noise and danger and…and yet, none of that mattered. The only thing that mattered was that she was here. And Willow was here. And it felt right. It felt good. It felt, she swallowed, it felt sexual. Damn, did it ever.



The slight body that lay on top of hers rested comfortably so, as if it had done a thousand times before. Tara’s right knee crooked up and held Willow’s leg in between her own, almost instinctively. The two firm breasts pushing on her own were a welcome pressure, their warmth spreading a flush of pleasure that pinpointed itself at the tips of Tara’s breasts. Inhaling, she felt her nipples harden and tingle a myriad of feelings down her body to the heat that was suffusing between her legs.



Willow shifted again, her thigh pressing more insistently down upon Tara, pushing that seam of her jeans up into the heat. Into the growing wetness. Was that a smile on the redhead’s face? Tara wondered. Was she feeling it too? Her eyes flickering shut momentarily, she could hardly help the way her hips were moving up to increase the friction between her legs. Her own leg found its way up to where Willow was straddling it, returning the gesture. The redhead’s secretive little smile increased tenfold, giving light to her face, making her twin pools of green fill with a hazy lust.



Is my heart really pounding like that? Willow thought abstractedly. Surely someone can hear it. Surely someone’s going to say something. But whom? In the moment, she was sure that nobody else existed on the planet but her and this wonderful creature underneath her; this girl that she’d just found, and yet, had been waiting for her whole life. Realizing she was panting, her mouth open and sweetened with the desire that was racing up and down her spine, Willow looked down to where two full lips parted to send an unerring question. The tip of the redhead’s tongue reached out slightly to moisten her mouth, preparing herself for the only answer she had, pounding in her brain almost as hard as her heart was in her chest.



Tara’s hand slid up her neck, trailing a blaze of heat across Willow’s skin, moving to capture a lock of red hair in her fingers. As their eyes met, and Willow’s hips pressed more urgently downwards again, Tara gave a cautious smile. It was captured by Willow’s mouth, widened and exhaled. This was okay. No, it was more than okay. It was perfect. It was written in the stars. It was always meant to happen.



Tara gasped. Half wanting to thrust upwards with her pelvis again, she took in a deep breath, letting the need and want rip through her, giving herself up to this wonderful creature lying on top of her. Letting the red silk trail through her fingers, she pushed back vibrant curling strands behind Willow’s ear, because that was where they belonged. She knew that. She wasn’t sure how, but she just did. Her fingers touched the other girl’s cheek gently, accepting, giving, wanting.



Acquiescence had never been so easy. Or so needed.



Willow’s eyes were firmly fixed on the full lips that now pressed together just once, then opened up again for her. Yes, for her. Inviting her in, letting her know that this kiss, this touch, this contact was good. Thrilling to the caress, she bent her head, lower, slowly; god, so achingly slowly that she wasn’t sure how much time had passed. It could have been a second, an hour, a day; she just wasn’t sure. All she knew was that she needed to have this kiss. Wanted more than anything to feel the softness of those lips on her own. Closer, she moved, closer… Tara’s hand on her neck was pulling her in just like the mouth that was parting so gently for her embrace. Just like the blue eyes that were aching for her. Closer…closer…it was like falling into a deep warmth and softness unlike any other the redhead had ever known. As though some mystical magnet was drawing them together, pulling them to the points of contact they knew they must make. Closer she moved…closer, ever closer…the heat was palpable between them, rising up between their bodies, filling their senses, dizzying them with desire and primal need for one another. Closer…closer still…



And then it hit them.



Lids flicked down over the blue eyes, then opened. And they hardened, turned ice cold with recognition. With memory. With knowledge.



Roughly, Tara put her hand onto Willow’s shoulder and pushed her off, scrambling away from her. For a moment, she almost put her fingers up to her lips before she curled them into a fist and looked away, closing her eyes.



The End

My contribution to the cause . . .

I see this as being from Tara, dunno why





In my heart





Your bright smile,

fierce warrior that it is,

capable of dispelling the

gloomy clouds of doom

that swell up unbidden in my heart.

Your unwavering love,

embraces and warms me,

shows me the well-lit path

upon which I will accompany you,

with amazed elation in my heart.



You . . . only you . . . in my heart.

Oh, these are GREAT, Kittens... and just what the Love Doctor ordered. And to contribute, here is my humble offering.

Title: Study Buddies

Author: Sassette

Summary: Willow and Tara TRY to study.

Rating: PG-13

Spoilers: Let's say Season 4, though none for a specific episode

Pairing: W/T, of course.

Disclaimer: Not mind, yada yada. Joss Whedon is God... Mutant Enemy blah blah.



Willow peeked again, her eyes darting away from her Chem book and taking in the sight of her lover at every opportunity.



'My lover,' Willow though, a slow smile spreading across her face. Quickly, she squashed it, turning a serious eye back to her textbook.



A smirk emerged. 'All I need to know about chemistry is sitting by the window,' she thought happily, looking away from the book once again.



The setting sun illuminated one half of Tara's face, leaving the other in shadow. Her hand lifted, tucking a wayward strand of hair behind her ear as she chewed her lower lip, an engrossed expression on her face.



'How can she be concentration girl right now? All I can think of is her, and I have that darn test tomorrow.' With a sigh and one last lingering glance, Willow turned back to her textbook as Tara began jotting down notes.



'I wonder what she's studying,' Willow pondered idly, re-reading the same paragraph for the fourth time.



Hearing Tara let out a frustrated breath, Willow looked up, crossing her fingers and hoping she'd call off the study session so the chemistry book could go away.



Willow's breath caught when she saw Tara looking back at her, and their gazes held. Tara dropped her eyes, continuing her writing, but Willow continued looking at her girlfriend.



Willow knew Tara was pretty - beautiful even - but every now and again she was struck by just HOW beautiful. Just now, with the light and the soft, gentle expression on her face - that little half smile. Goddess, Willow's chest ached just to look at her.



"What are you writing, baby?" Willow asked, firmly closing her chemistry book.



"N-nothing," Tara said, glancing up at Willow, then quickly looking back at the paper before her.



Willow's eyebrows raised. Tara rarely stuttered anymore, and even so, that wasn't the usual Tara Stutter - that was Tara's 'I'm doing something naughty' stutter.



"Oh, really?" Willow asked slowly, snatching the pad of paper with a wicked look.



"Willow!" Tara protested, a full-blown Tara Smile on her face and a laugh in her voice, the one word filled with love and exasperation.



"Do you really want me to not look?" Willow asked, suddenly unsure. "'Cuz I can not look, and that'd be okay, because if it's all private and stuff I don't want to pry, but you - "



"It's okay," Tara said, her eyes dancing, her smile growing.



"Yeah?" Willow asked, an answering smile blooming. "You writing me love poems, baby?" Willow guessed.



"Umm," Tara said, biting her lip. "Not exactly."



Willow looked down at the paper, a full-out grin spreading across her face at the little hearts drawn all over the paper. Spread randomly throughout were little notes saying things like, "Willow + Tara = LOVE!"



"Oh, honey," Willow said, looking up at her girlfriend.



"Umm... did you read all of it?" Tara asked, a glint of wicked humor in her eyes.



With a look of mock-suspicion, Willow looked back at the paper, chuckling as she looked over all the words.



"I Love Willow," Willow mumbled, reading aloud. "Wiccan Girls do it with Magic?"



"There's, uhh... more."



"More?"



Tara nodded.



"There once was a woman named Willow," she read, pausing to look up at Tara, only to see a look that was half laughing, half embarrassed, and all vixen. "Whose breasts made a very nice pillow? You wrote a dirty limerick about me?"



Tara hid her mouth with her hand, holding in her laughter and looking back at her with twinkling eyes.



Slowly, not sure if she really wanted to, but unable to stop herself, Willow looked back down to read the rest of the little ditty.



"Her Willowhand - Feels oh so Grand - When it moves up my leg to Fill-Oh!"



Tara couldn't hold back anymore, breaking into a full throaty laugh, a fierce blush covering her cheeks even as she grinned broadly.



A giggle, then a titter escaped Willow, before she too began to laugh.



The sounds of their mirth carried through the thin walls, causing passing students to shake their heads and smile at the sound.



THE END.