apologies to mistress ruth for suggesting a challenge... BUT:

Must be funny, for one.

Must have Dawn interrupt Willow and Tara during a 'you know' moment (not an nc-17 moment either), for two.

Must take place, um, whenever/wherever you chose, but before the ending of season six's episode Tabula Rasa.

Must have both Willow and Tara shout "Dawn!" at the same time.



what else? sheesh, i wish i were good at these things.



must have exposed skin but do keep in mind dawn's 15.

must have chocolate references.

uh, patroling? i dont know. lol...

may have more than one scoobie interrrupt too or none at all.

references to cheesy 80's bands. (dont know why)



OH! short! keep it short. not extrememly short but not as long as i tend to do them.



so, hopefully someone will give it a shot. i'll write one up too.



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Edited in my story:



Take place during the summer before Season 6.



“New Kids on the Block.”



“Um… The Osmonds. Wait, does that count as a T or an O?”



In all seriousness Tara replied, “Well, that’s a very interesting question, Dawn.” The blonde watched Dawn giggle. “Let’s ponder this.”



“No!” the youngest Summers laughed aloud. “It’s an O.”



“All right.” Tara smiled.



“Your turn.”



“Hmmm… P?” Tara drew a blank. She couldn’t think of a band’s name that started with P. “Pah…No.” she shook her head dismissing that thought.



“5, 4, 3, 2-“



“Oh! Pharcyde.” Tara clapped excitedly.



“What?”



“Uh, they’re a band. Rap or something? And it’s with a P. You know how urban artists like to spell things really cool?” Off Dawn’s look. “Ph… Pharcyde.”



“Yeah, I know who they are. I just expected you to say something cheesy like Phil Collins or something.”



“But would he count as a P or C is the question.”



Dawn laughed again. “Ok we’re taking this game far too seriously.”



“Time for more chocolate?”



“Yes.” The teenager agreed as she stood up from the living room couch. She looked over at Tara and smiled. “Thanks for staying up with me.”



“Anytime.”



As Dawn headed to the kitchen to get more chocolate-y goodness Tara’s gaze turned to the fireplace. She remembered the nights she and Willow stayed up since Buffy’s death just sitting, hugging, talking as they stared at the flames. The hypnotic flames that danced and crackled and popped.



So entranced was she once more by the flames she didn’t hear the front door open. She didn’t hear the footsteps start to go upstairs. She didn’t hear the footsteps stop, turn around, and come closer towards the living room. Towards her. All she heard, and distantly at that, was the cartoon characters arguing on the television, as her eyes remained transfixed by the fire.



Before she knew it she had a light redhead stretched out on top of her, sitting on her lap. Ruby red lips that tasted like vanilla were kissing her own. Tara’s arms quickly enveloped her, holding her close. The redhead slipped her arms around her neck and pulled her closer. Mouth to mouth, chest to chest, heart to heart.



“Mmm, chocolate!” Willow grinned as she backed away slowly, very slowly. Her hands lovingly caressing Tara’s face.



“Dawn’s getting some more.” Tara bit her lower lip as Willow’s fingers trailed southwards.



“Hmmm… Chocolate,” Willow’s fingers teased Tara’s neck. “We could have so much fun with chocolate.” Willow stole a kiss. “We’re pros.” She kissed again.



“You taste like vanilla.” Tara licked Willow’s lower lip.



“We sure are a perfect combination, huh?” Willow’s fingers lovingly circled Tara’s upper chest exposed by the low cut shirt. Her hand rubbing the blondes tummy underneath.



“Yeah,” Dawn scoffed from the opening holding on to a basket filled with Hershey chocolate Kisses, “Perfect combination to make me puke.” She giggled.



Willow quickly kissed Tara’s nose and laughed, “Hi to you too, Dawn.” She said as she stood up off her girlfriend. Tara’s hand quickly reached out and clasped hers, enlacing their fingers. Willow smiled.



“How was patrol?” the younger one asked sitting back down on the couch.



“Great. Fine.” She itched. “Spike and the Bot are still out having a slay ‘ole time. I’m all sweaty though. I think I’m going to go shower.” She said, her green eyes connecting with Tara’s deep blue.



“And I’m going to go help you.” Tara playfully said without realizing it. Her eyes widened in panic when she processed it. “I-I- uh-” She looked over to Dawn in horror.



Dawn and Willow just laughed as Tara held her head down in embarrassment.



“Mom always said you had to look out for those shy ones”, Dawn joked as she popped a Kiss in her mouth.



“Dawn!” both Willow and Tara exclaimed at the same time.



The End.

Title: Fanfic Challenge – Pins, Bowls, Pans and Cupboards
Author: Katharyn Rosser
Feedback: Yup. katharynrosser@hotmail.com
Spoiler Warning: Slight reference to events of S5. Set in the summer before S6.
Summary: Response to the fanfic challenge on the Different Coloured Pens Board.
Disclaimer: I still don’t own any of the copyrights or anything else associated with BTVS. All rights lie with the production company, writers etc, etc. I am making zilcho.
Rating: PG13 implication only really.
Couples: W/T,
Notes: The Tiffany & Debbie Gibson stuff, apart from being the 80’s bands (well musicians) part of the challenge was originally raised in a thread on the Kitten Board and it seemed funny then.
Thanks To: Rane for the challenge and Ruth for apparently blessing it.

Plans were afoot. Actually plans were having less to do with footsies and far more to do with lips, and more immediately hands. Ooh there were the lips again. And more with the hands.

How they had made it into the kitchen from the living room was all but a mystery. It seemed to be the walk of an octopus. Four arms in which they were wrapped and being caressed. Four legs which didn’t function very well in odd sequences but the key problem was seeing where they were going. The face of the other was a far more attractive sight than their route to the cupboards and stove. The lips far more important than any bruise.

So they bumped into things, occasionally sparing a hand to guide them round the furniture and through the doorway and to the kitchen units.

‘Sit love,’ Tara instructed and Willow perched herself on the worktop, right where she knew Tara wanted to be. So the other woman smiled wickedly at her.

Dawn was out, all night at Rebecca’s. It was good that she was getting back into having friends of her own age. It was also, they had to admit good that they had been able to arrange things that the sleepover would coincide with them both being spared from patrolling.

As surrogate parents of a kind they had to imagine that was what sleepovers had been invented for. Back home fun. Not that fun had been lacking – but there were times and places for fun. And with an empty house the time was sort of specified but the place was far more wide-ranging than it had been for a while.

Tara turned on the hob and then, familiar by now with the hidey holes that everything belonged in what was still very definitely Joyce’s kitchen went to get a pan. Which her brought her to the cupboard beneath Willow. Still never mind. She squatted down before Willow and grabbed her ankles spreading her legs out of the way of the cupboard door.

Which when opened immediately dropped the rolling pin out, just missing Tara’s foot. Relieved she picked it up and was about to put it away again when Willow asked her a question.

‘Can I be Tiffany again? If you are Debbie Gibson?’ The mischief was plain. Willow knew that Tara hated Debbie Gibson. Though Tiffany had been more than alright.

Warningly she brandished the rolling pin, waving it at Willow.

That was when the back door opened.

Willow could already see, Tara turned her head. Xander, Anya and… Dawn.

For a moment everyone took in the tableau. Some seeing it, some reflecting on what that must look like. Xander’s eyes were the only part of him that was not wonderfully restrained. ‘Um…’ he mumbled.

‘Hi, Rebecca was sick… too much chocolate so I asked Xander and Anya to come and get me,’ Dawn explained seemingly nonplussed. ‘Thanks for bringing me home. Goodnight.’

Dawn made straight for the exit and could be heard going upstairs. An exit that was perhaps a little forced, but Willow and Tara weren’t going to object to that.

Xander finally raised his eyebrows.

Tara, still waving the rolling pin decided that discretion was long gone out of the window but there was still the matter of putting it down. Now. Quickly. She shoved it back in the cupboard with a clatter not caring where it went, then waved her freed hand. Look nothing there at all.

‘Um…’ continued Xander.

‘Thanks… thanks for bringing her home guys,’ Willow finally managed.

‘She rang and told us that you were having sex tonight and she didn’t want to interrupt you,’ Anya explained. ‘She wanted us to use the backdoor in case you were on the couch.’

‘Um…’ Xander rambled on.

‘Um…’ Tara joined him in conversation.

‘You will want to return the favour the next time we wish to have sex without interruption,’ Anya told them with a smile grabbing Xanders arm and taking him out of the doorway. His eyes lingered though.

‘Um…’

The door closed and only then did Tara manage to say ‘Thankyou!’

There might have been a “your welcome” and another “um.”

They stayed there for another minute.

‘You think… you know? That they thought….?’ Tara tailed off.

‘Oh yeah,’ Willow replied. ‘Heat me some chocolate woman…’ she grinned at Tara who, getting over her embarrassment and descending into laughter smiled back.

She got the pan she had been seeking and set it to heat some water, placing a bowl over it for the chocolate to be melted in. Then went for the cupboard. They weren’t quite as kinky as people seemed to think. Chocolate covered fun was about their limit… for now. But….

‘Who ate all the chocolate?’ Tara asked.

‘Dawn!’ they both cried together.

Hey kittens this challenge is so good, it's nice to read some W/T fluffy goodness with all that sad heavy stuff going on in the show.

This is my contribution I hope it doesn't suck too much.



Title: Hot Chocolate



Author: Nika Pairing: W/T Rating: PG-13 for smoochies



Disclaimers: You know the drill, not mine-Joss is God-blah-blah-not making a profit-blah-blah-blah-I'll put them back-blah



Feedback: Please feed me, you may throw pellets or peanuts no rocks or poking with sharp sticks. Thank you.





HOT CHOCOLATE





The blonde Wiccan gestured madly trying to get her point across to Willow who was looking particularly baffled by this acting riddle.



The red head waved her arms excitedly "Oooh-oooh I know...It's evil smurfs"



Tara shook her head no and smiled, her girlfriend had a good imagination you had to grant her that. She shrugged and tried to think of something else to do she flapped her arms and pointed to her head, picking up her hair and fashioning it to weird point like swirly things.



Willow stared, her mind racing around a million unlikely possibilities "It's a bird...it's a plane...It's princess Leia on crack?"



Tara had to laugh at that before sighing and shaking her head no yet again.



"Tara baby, I give up, what the heck is it?"



Tara put her arms down dejectedly "Flock of seagulls, of course you silly Willy"



"Flock of seagulls? I thought the category was entertainment not animals"



"They were a band from the 80's...You know the ones with the really funny hair do's or rather don'ts"



Willow gave a small smile and raised an eye-brow "Funny hair do's in the 80's really narrows it down babe"



Tara narrowed her eyes at the quip "Smart ass"



Willow smiles and answers "Sassy eggs"



They both smile and lean in for a little kiss, Tara keeps her fore head connected to the red head for a few seconds looking lovingly into her eyes "Your nose is cold"



"So's yours, it's the rain outside, it's really starting to come down I buckets and not the kiddy on the beach with a pail kind of buckets either. Do you want me to get your sweater?"



"I have a much better idea for getting warm"



"Mmmhh, I bet you do..." Willow says while grabbing Tara by the waist.



Tara softly pulls away smiling coyly "Not that way...I was thinking...hot chocolate"



Willow pouts following her girlfriend into the kitchen "Spoil sport...I still think my idea for getting warm is much much better."



Tara continues to get things from the cupboard while answering with her back to Willow



(which isn't a bad view at all)



"Oh I don't doubt it...I just thought some chocolate would be nice too, I thought I could make it with these tiny marsh mellows floating around and add an extra swirl of Hershey's syrup just like you like it...but if you don't want any then..." (Acts like she's going to put the bottle of syrup back on the shelf)



Willow comes up quickly behind her and grabs her hand



"Don't you dare not make that chocolate now Mclay...you just can't build a girl up with all that sweet talk and then leave her hanging...that's just being bad."



Tara slowly turns to meet Willows gaze their bodies close together "But I thought you liked it when I'm bad" She says in a low sexy voice that makes Willow instantly warm all over.



"You're right I do...so what do bad girls do in the kitchen?" Willow asked in a playful tone



"Well for starters bad girls are rather messy (she picks up the bottle of syrup and dabs a finger raking it slowly across the exposed part of her chest being careful not to stain the low cut top) ooopsy, see what I did...it might drip and ruin my brand new top (finishing the sentence by sucking the tip of her finger."



Willow has looked on with her mouth slightly agape, forgetting to breathe for few seconds

Transfixed on the sight that was her Goddess smearing chocolate over her creamy skin. She had to gulp audibly before being able to answer with a hungry glazed over look in her eyes.



"Well even bad girls don't deserve that kind of stainy fate, let me help you with that."



Willow dipped her head down and traced her tongue over the smooth sweet skin, thinking that this must be what angels taste like, if angel's had flavors. Tara smelled like sunflowers, her skin was smooth like vanilla and at this moment tasted like chocolate it was perfection come to life. Tara caressed the firery locks on her lover's head and threw her head back in pleasure. Willow laid kisses all over the blonde's chest moving up to her collar bone and neck, Tara's knuckles were turning white from clutching the counter for support.

Willow needed more they found each other in a hungry kiss, they were so wrapped up in each other that neither heard the back door opening.



The door shut loudly making the girls jump apart " Dawn!!!"They said in unison.



The teenager came in shaking the rain from her clothes "Hey..."



Both Tara and Willow blushed a deep a red Tara spoke first "Dawnie you're all w-wet, what are you doing back I thought you were sleeping over at Melinda's place."



"I was but her father home unexpectedly and sort of unexpectedly started fighting with her mom. And I so didn't want to relive memories of my parents marriage, I thought it would be better if I came home, I was going to call first but lines seem to be down...I'm sorry if I..."



Dawn looked so dejected that Willow stepped in and hugged her "You don't have to explain it's o.k, we were just going to make some hot chocolate, you want some?"



"Yuumm...that's a yes by the way." Dawn said the smile returning to her face.



Both girls smiled mouthing silent I love you's and winking to convey that this wasn't the end, oh no, they were just getting started.

Okay, Rane, here goes. Excellent set-up, BTW... I had so much fun!

The girls belong to Joss, blah blah.





Spread the Love



Tara frosted the birthday cake with broad, gloppy strokes. She layered it until the cake started to bow with the chocolatey love. “Save some for me!” pouted Willow, sitting on a stool, legs dangling, wide smile – she looked like a horny 14 year old. Tara turned and moved toward her. “Willow. So innocent. So evil. It’s the clash isn’t it? It’s the war inside her, that rough and tumble that keeps you entranced. Will she wind down and find me here? Can I take it? Will I live through her way to me?”



Willow took Tara’s hand that was holding the spoon and dipped into the bowl. She wanted Tara to feed her. Willow thought, “Radiant. Beautiful. The power of a goddess and probably Wonder Woman. So shy and also adoring of me. She is every man’s dream. Will she stay with me forever?”



Tara was wearing an apron with little embroidered witches flying across the moon. It was a present from Xander and Anya this past summer. Willow ran her hands across one of the green girls as Tara fed her the chocolate cream. Willow’s hand caressed a broom handle and… “Oh!” Tara gasped, as the chocolate frosting spoon jerked into Willow’s blouse.



“Entirely my fault,” said Willow, grinning now even wider. Tara put the bowl on the counter and started to go to the sink. Willow pulled her back and started to unbutton the choco-shirt. “Willow, it’s gonna stain,” whimpered Tara. “So,” said Willow. “So, it’s mine!” said Tara. “No. You’re mine,” whispered Willow as she pulled Tara into the chocolate and kissed her. She kissed her as if Tara was her last breath in this magic life. She kissed her for a thousand years, and then one minute more. She kissed her….. “Happy Birthday To Me!” sang Dawn as she burst into the kitchen.



“Dawn!” the two witches startled. Willow buttoned, Tara smoothed, Dawn blushed. Dawn got over it.



“I have a surprise.” “But it’s your birthday, hon, we’re supposed to surprise you,” said Tara. “I think we did that already,” said Willow, making her way out of the kitchen to change. “No, stay,” said Dawn as she motioned for both of them to sit. I wrote a birthday spell for myself. Tara looked worried, Willow looked delighted. “Let’s hear it!”



Dawn looked pensive as she recited the words. “Cuma…….. satra….. krishna ….jewels. Spangles…. Baubles…. shiny little beads…. Bangles……” KERPLOOEY! Dawn looked astonished when she saw four women, playing guitars, singing at the top of their tiny lungs, all standing on top of her birthday cake.



“Just another Manic Monday, oooh oooh,” They sang, sounding like little rock star mice. Willow said, “Good job, Dawnie!” “But I didn’t mean, I mean, it was supposed to bring necklaces…” sputtered Dawn. “It did, kind of. It brought the Bangles,” Tara said as she stared at the little-bitty Susanna Hoffs. “The who?” said Dawn.



Tara and Willow rolled their eyes. A behind the mini-music was in order for this one.

Oaky I'm a big Chocolate Fan so i couldnt resist trying ths challenge!

Im sorry if its not that great but here we go.....

Discaimer:Nothings Mine i just like playing wityh Willow & Tara occasionally!

Rating:13yrs +

Distribution:Just ask!



Chocolate, Marshmallows & Two Sticky Wiccans!

By Natalie Lane



"Hey Buffy, Dawn, could you let us in?" Willow shouted unable to undo the kitchen door as both herself and Tara where weighed down with the goodies they had just got from the store. As she turned quickly to Tara

"I hope they're in, I mean it could be a little hard playing with this stuff outside!" she gave Tara a sly grin. Tara smiled and blushed she moved closer to Willow and whispered into her ear,

"A-a-and maybe a little messy?!"

Willow looked at her and raised her eyebrows

"But Tara since when has messy been a problem?! It'd just mean we get to shower once we've finished and that's definitely a good thing!"

Tara giggled, then the door suddenly swung open. Buffy came through the door, dragging Dawn with her.

"Hi Will, Tara! Erhm me and Dawn decided that a little sisterly bonding was called for so I'm taking her to the movies so that'll mean that you two have time to...do whatever!" She gave them both a big smile and when pounding down the sidewalk with Dawn in tow.

After they had taking all the shopping out the bags they surveyed their purchases!

Frowning Tara stated, "It's not exactly the healthiest selection is it?!"

Willow slid her hands round Tara's waist and pulled her in for a hug,

"Hey, the idea of all of this is that it tastes nice, besides anything that involves you is always full of Tara-goodness!"

Willow kissed Tara's neck making her girlfriend squirm. Tara turned to look at Willow and gave her a quick kiss before turning her mind to the task ahead.

"Now what do we use first?"

Willow pointed to the Chocolate Ice cream and the marshmallows they had brought.

"How about we just mix it all in together, that was we get the big chocolate rush with the marshmallow gooiness, which is all-good. Or we could just.....Willow where are you going?"

"I just need to change out of these clothes, just give me a minute" willow shouted running up the stairs.

Willow pulled off her clothes and slipped on the white dress & wig, she smiled to herself as she thought about how much Tara would love this!

"Tara, close your eyes" she said as she stood in the door way to the kitchen she turned the CD on and started dancing "Okay open them"

Tara opened her eyes and dropped the ice-cream on the kitchen floor as she looked at Willow,

"Well baby, you always said that you liked their music so I thought how about a little kinky fun for my favourite girl?!" Willow continued to dance as "Dancing Queen" screamed out of the stereo, her blonde wig flying. "Well what do you think? The song's pretty appropriate I thought!" She grabbed Tara and started to twirl her round and round Tara just wore a bemused grin and grabbed hold of Willow.

"I love it Willow, as for the little dress, are you trying to give me a heart attack or something?!"

As they stopped spinning Willow found that she had her hands round Tara's neck, she lent in a brushed her lips slowly against Tara's and felt Tara's hands hold her tighter she let out a little sigh of contentment.

What the two Wiccans hadn't realised was tat they had moved dangerously close to the spilt ice-cream. Tara moved her foot back and slipped pulling Willow down with her; the wig went flying across the floor.

Willow looked down at Tara who had now managed to cover her clothing in chocolate and burst out laughing, Tara put her hand in the chocolate puddle and wiped it down Willow's face,

"Now who's laughing Willow?!"

Willow decided that this called for serious payback. She ran her sticky fingers through Tara's hair, and just as Tara was about to retaliate she grabbed her hands and pinned them on the floor. Leaning down she smeared her chocolate covered face on Tara's chin and then used her tongue to lick it off, Tara's breathing was becoming quite erratic by this point. Willow looked at her

"There's nothing I like more than my Tara covered in chocolate, gives me the excuse to her you clean it off!"

"Willow!"

Tara looked up at Willow and although pinned to the floor she managed to kiss Willow gentle nibbling at her lip as she drew away. Willow groaned, and still holding Tara's hands with one of her own she managed to expertly undo the buttons to Tara's shirt and began to kiss her neck, down her collarbone and the back up for another chocolate covered kiss.

Tara decided to take control and expertly rolled Willow onto her back never breaking the kiss, their chocolate covered hands were now roaming each other's bodies searching for any exposed flesh. As Tara began to slide her hand under Willow's dress, when suddenly,

"Willow, Tara I never knew you had a fetish for chocolate wrestling …to… Abba music?! Whatever turns you on I guess!"

Shocked they both looked up to see Buffy and Dawn standing watching them, both trying not to laugh at the chocolate covered pair in front of them.

"Okay...I think maybe you two need to clean the kitchen floor, then maybe a shower would help?!"

She pointed to the two of them who had managed to leap off the floor; they looked down at themselves then back at Buffy.

Buffy just giggled and walked into the sitting room where her and Dawn exploded into laughter.

Willow looked at Tara and they both smiled, Willow reached out and took Tara's hands.

"Baby, I think that it was worth that little interruption for the chocolatey fun we've just had! Maybe we should go clean up?"

"Oh y-yes, you are a vixen Willow Rosenberg!"

Willow leant over and kissed Tara

"I know" She stated as she lead Tara up to the bathroom, their feet sticking to the floor as they left the kitchen.

Okay, this is cute. I really like the ones I've seen so far, so I figure I'll have a go too. Mine mentions NKOTB as well...I think we've all read too many Amber interviews

:+) Anyway, it's set somewhere 6th season maybe, no real spoilers though, just a few references that you wont get unless you've seen them. Here it goes...



“Honey, have you seen the chocolate?” Willow called as she walked into the living room of he Summers’ house in search of her girlfriend, and her chocolate.



“Um, well…” Tara smiled guiltily as she finished popping the last piece into her mouth and scrunched the wrapper in her hand.



“Hey,” Willow pouted, noticing the now empty wrapper balled in Tara’s palm.



“We could share it,” Tara suggested letting the tiny piece of chocolate poke out from between her lips and looking seductively up at her girlfriend.



“Vixen” Willow retorted, leaning down to kiss her even as she said it. “Mmmm’ she murmured as she kissed Tara, dropping onto the couch beside her and gathering her into her arms. Willow slowly pushed the back of Tara’s top up, allowing her hands to roam over the exposed skin of Tara’s back. “Mmmm…chocolate” Willow exclaimed deepening the kiss.



“Is that mmm…chocolate as in mmm…cookies or M’Fashnik? Dawn asked as she wandered into the living room “Eww.”



“Dawn!” Willow and Tara exclaimed in unison, “Don’t you knock?” Willow continued.



“Um, hello? Living room,” Dawn responded. “You two do have a room you know.”



“Yeah, sorry,” Willow replied sheepishly, having been reprimanded by the teen.



“Weren’t you patrolling anyway?” Dawn asked.



“Well, I was” Willow responded. “Slow night I guess, so then Xander decided that the best way to draw out the vampires was to go around the cemetery singing cheesy 80’s songs at them. I don’t know what gets into him sometimes! I swear, more my chorus of ‘Come on Vampires’ to the tune of ‘Come on Eileen’ and I was going to stake him. And when he started on Culture Club’s ‘Do you really want to hurt me?’ all I could think was yes, God yes!”



Tara and Dawn giggled, but Willow was on a roll.



“And then when he launched into Billy Idol thing…ewww, visions of Spike! Not to mention A-Ha, and Tears for Fears’ ‘Everybody wants to rule the world.’ Like we don’t get enough of that living on the hellmouth!



Tara collapsed into laughter.



“But I think the final straw was when Anya decided to join him in singing la la la, my Angel is a centrefold…kinda disturbing images there I can tell you,” Willow shuddered. “And then to really top it off, New Kids On The Block??? Argh!”



“Oh, I used to love them” Tara piped, starting to hum and eliciting a glare from her girlfriend, to which Tara remained oblivious. “Especially Joey” she continued, “He was so cute.”



“Hey.” Willow protested punching Tara lightly on the arm.



“But not nearly as cute as you sweetie,” Tara smiled up at her girlfriend hoping to placate her, “And I can see how that would be really annoying.”



By this time however, Dawn had picked up on Tara’s humming and was dancing around the living room singing ‘You got it (The Right Stuff)’.



“Ah, Dawn? Aren’t you a little young to remember this stuff?” Tara asked.



“Hey Xander sat for me a lot you know and there’s only so many times you can play ‘The Game of Life’ with him and Anya before you find yourself begging him to put on some albums instead. To do anything instead.” Dawn screwed up her nose.



Willow and Tara exchanged a quick smirk, trying not to let Dawn see.



“Besides, I know lots of stuff,” Dawn concluded.



“Yeah?” Willow challenged.



“Yeah,” Dawn replied.



“Okay, so do you know if there’s anymore chocolate in this house?”



“Hmmm, I don’t know. I suppose you want me to go look?”



“Yes please,” Willow replied looking pleadingly up at Dawn. “Someone took the last of mine.”



“I didn’t take your chocolate, I..oh,” Dawn backtracked noticing the mock glare Willow was shooting at her girlfriend. “Okay, I’ll go look, but don’t you two be all over each other when I get back. I swear you guys are worse than Buffy and Riley ever were.”



“Dawn…”



“Alright, alright…I’m going,” and she walked back out towards the kitchen.



“Hey, I said I’d share,” Tara whispered to her girlfriend pulling her closer and planting a small kiss on her lips.



“Vixen,” Willow shot back scooting closer and pulling Tara into her arms. Oh well, Dawn would just have to cope.