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TITLE: Lessons In Love
AUTHOR: Laragh
CHAPTER RATING: PG-13
DISCLAIMER: Joss, UPN, FOX, ME and anyone else associated with the television show Buffy The Vampire Slayer own the characters of Willow and Tara and anyone else who may appear, I am simply a lowly viewer, trying to write some happier situations for, who I consider, the greatest TV couple ever.
SUMMARY: Highschool fic! You guys know I'm bad at summaries, so I’m gonna go with my standard 'happy, light reading.'
SPOILERS: Completely AU, so I doubt any. At most, the odd reference or piece of dialogue. Not supernatural, no way am I smart enough to write a magic fic
FEEDBACK: I love it.
Chapter 4
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Willow put the key in her front door and opened it, standing aside to let Tara in.
Tara walked in and looked around the large hall, admiring the marble floors and finely decorated interior.
“You have a really nice house,” she said as Willow closed the door behind them.
“Oh. Yea, I guess. It’s my parents really, my room is the only thing that feels like mine.”
“I’d love to see it,” Tara replied, blushing as she realised the implication of what she’d actually said.
Willow blushed as well.
“We can study in there. I was just gonna grab some drinks first. You know what they say about math. It, um, makes you…thirsty,” the redhead said, realising straight away how completely nonsensical her words were and inwardly kicking herself.
“I’ve heard that too,” Tara said, giggling but not at all in a mocking way.
She followed Willow into the large kitchen, where the redhead pulled out a two glasses and filled them with ice.
“I didn’t know what you liked, so I got everything. We have Mountain Dew, Dr. Pepper, grape soda, orange soda, root beer, Coke, Diet Coke, Vanilla Coke, Cherry Coke…”
“You…you bought,” Tara stopped momentarily to try and count in her mind, “Ten different types of drinks?”
“And Gatorade,” Willow nodded, then smiled sheepishly, “When I’m nervous I make lists. So last night I listed all the drinks I could think of that you might like and went to the store early this morning to get them.”
“That was incredibly sweet.”
“It was nothing. So what’ll it be?” Willow asked, blushing at the compliment.
If she makes me blush anymore, my face is going to permanently match my hair.
“Um, Dr. Pepper please.”
Willow pulled out two cans of Dr. Pepper and put them on top of the glasses, then walked out the door, indicating for the taller girl to follow.
They made their way to the redhead’s bedroom, which was immaculately tidy, her double bed in the middle of the room perfectly made, her desk clear apart from a lamp and her floor spotless.
Tara thought of her own room, it was tidy, but there was some stuff dropped on the floor and the odd sock under the bed. She looked around Willow’s room, getting giddy for a moment at the thoughts that she was actually in the girl’s bedroom and noticed the various posters, including a cute one of a kitten sitting in a boot. She decided that Willow might be obsessively clean, but her bedroom was definitely homely and very…her. It was very Willow. And there was nothing about that that Tara didn’t like.
Willow put the glasses on the chest at the end of her bed and swung her bag off her shoulder, before sitting down on the floor, legs crossed beneath her. Tara walked towards her and copied her motions, sitting in a similar position.
“So, you wanna start with math?” Willow asked eagerly, thinking how wonderful the idea of a study date was; she got to learn and be with the girl of her dreams. It really was a perfect situation.
“Uh, yea,” Tara said, pulling out her math book, “But I’m warning you again, I think I’m a lost cause.”
“Piffle,” the redhead sneered jokingly, “I haven’t met a math problem yet I didn’t like, I know I can make you feel the same.”
Tara giggled and set down her book in front of the two of them, getting a pen and paper to write down whatever the other girl said.
An hour, two more cans of Dr. Pepper and four pages of notes later, something finally clicked in Tara’s head and she let out a squeal. Willow was startled by the sound, but didn’t get a chance to react as the brunette started talking excitedly.
“So Pythagoras says that in a right angle triangle, the square of the hypotenuse is equal to the square of the other two side!”
Okay brain, duly noted. Tara speaking in math makes me hot.
The flutter she got in her stomach at hearing the brunette speak was replaced by an overjoyed feeling as she realised she’d actually helped Tara understand her math homework.
“Eureka, she’s got it! If you like Pythagoras, wait till we start on Euclid. He proved that there’s an infinite number of-”
She was cut off by warm, plump lips on her own. Not expecting the kiss, the redhead didn’t respond straight away. When Tara felt the other girl not responding, she began to pull away. The move forced Willow into action and she brought her hands out to cup Tara’s cheeks, their faces only centimetres apart.
“I’m sorry,” Tara said, not sure what to feel at the somewhat mixed reaction of the smaller girl.
Willow brought their lips together for a second, then pulled away, her hands never letting go of her hold on Tara’s cheeks.
“I think we need to implement a ‘no apologies’ policy for our kisses,” she murmured into the brunette’s lips before capturing them again.
They stayed kissing for a few moments before Tara pulled away again, the allure of Willow’s lips proving too difficult to let go and she went back in for a series of short, sweet kisses.
When they finally parted, Tara sat back on her ankles with a shy half-smile on her face and Willow had a goofy grin.
“Wanna stop studying and just talk for a while? I wanna know all about Tara,” the redhead said after a minute.
“Sounds like an idea,” Tara agreed, closing her book and putting it off to the side before lying stomach-down on the floor, propping herself up on her elbows, “But I wanna know about Willow too.”
“Um, okay,” Willow said, getting herself into a similar position, facing the brunette, “Willow Rosenberg, geek extraordinaire. I’m sixteen, seventeen in February. Jewish. My best friends are Buffy and Xander. I’ve known Buffy since freshman year and Xander since I was five. I’ve lived here in Sunnydale my entire life. Came out over the summer, my parents don’t know yet though. They’re kinda…absent. Busy lecturers, you know, away a lot. I love science and figuring stuff out, and computers. I’m a hacker, oh, but only for little stuff and nothing illegal. I kinda want to work with computers after school, programming or something. Oh and I love Charmed. Something about the supernatural, witchy stuff, I dunno, I like it. And, um, Holly Marie Combs is pretty.”
She blushed as she admitted the last part and Tara giggled.
“Okay, here’s me. Tara Maclay, I’m seventeen, but only for the last week. No religious affiliation, although I did go to a catholic school before we moved out here but that was more to do with being close to my house than anything else. It’s just me and my Mom. I came out the middle of freshman year, but really only to my Mom. I didn’t hide it in school and wrote essays and stuff if the topic fit a description…school didn’t like it, threatened to kick me out. But then Mom got promoted and we moved out here. Oh! From New Jersey. Hoboken, actually. Never had many…okay, any friends, but I’m really close to my mother, I can tell her anything. I want to be an English teacher, and snap, I love Charmed too, ‘cept I’m more into Rose McGowan. And I always loved Bewitched as well. When I was little I used to twitch my nose anytime I wanted something. That’s me in a nutshell.”
“You’re a Jersey girl? You don’t have an accent,” Willow said, internally processing all this new information.
“Yep. My mom lived in Manhattan her whole life, and got pregnant with me when she was in NYU. We lived there ‘til I was 3 and she finished school, then moved across the Hudson. She works for a bank. And I dunno, I never really had a strong accent. Just luck of the draw I guess. Would you prefer if I had a Jersey accent?” Tara said the last bit with an affected New Jersey accent and Willow chuckled.
“I think your voice is perfect just as it is.”
Tara blushed at the compliment, then looked up into smiling eyes.
“Can I take you on a proper date?” Willow asked the blushing brunette, “I mean, I loved this and I think it was perfect ‘first date, getting to know you’ material. But, you know, pick you up, take you out…well, picking up not so much… I can’t drive.”
“I can,” Tara interjected softly.
“Movies and dinner kind of thing?” the smaller girl finished, hopeful.
“I think that depends…”
“Oh? On what?”
Willow voice held an odd mixture of dejection and expectation.
“What type of movie would you take me to?”
“Any type you want,” the redhead said breathing a sigh of relief and laughing, “Are you free Saturday?”
“You bet I am. Since I have the car though, why don’t I collect you?”
“I can’t wait.”
They leaned towards each other as their lips met again, both smiling into the kiss as their lips moved against each other. After a few minutes Tara let her mouth stay open slightly and Willow took the hint, letting her tongue slide into the open space.
They duelled, somewhat awkwardly for a few minutes, neither having any real experience in the art of kissing, until they settled into a relaxed rhythm, just exploring the inside of each other’s mouths. As they continued to kiss, their bodies seemed to move gradually closer to each other, until they were both in a sitting position, backs against the chest at the end of Willow’s bed. Tara’s hand was resting lightly on the redhead’s knee and Willow was calmly stroking Tara’s hair, inadvertently bringing their mouths closer together, not that either girl minded.
They finally broke apart for oxygen when they heard church bells ringing somewhere outside the window. Both looked out the window and saw the darkening sky.
“Damn bells. This town as an unholy amount of churches,” Willow said, then frowned, “Unholy churches…is that an oxymoron?”
“I think it might be, sweetie,” Tara replied giggling, then sighed, “I better get home. Mom’ll be worrying.”
Willow nodded, understanding the concept of a concerned parent, even if she’d never experienced it.
“Will you have lunch with me tomorrow? Me and my friends that is,” she asked, not wanting to wait until Saturday to see the brunette, “We don’t have class together for the rest of the week.”
“Really? I don’t wanna intrude.”
“You won’t be. I want them all to meet you. And they wanna meet you to. I mean, you don’t have to or anything, no pressure.”
“I normally just hide, I mean, um, read up on stuff in the library during lunch, so I’d love to sit with you guys.”
“There’s no way someone as beautiful as you should be hiding anywhere.”
Tara blushed then moved forwards to kiss the smaller girl again for a second before standing up.
“Thank you for a great evening, Willow. And for making me understand trig. My calculator personally thanks you. I think it was about to go to it’s union for being overworked.”
Willow stood too, giggling at the other girl and pulled her into an embrace. Tara let her arms wrap around the girl, returning the hug. They let go after a minute and Tara wordlessly gathered her stuff before both girls made their way to the front door.
“I’ll see you tomorrow, yea?” Willow asked.
“Definitely,” Tara confirmed.
Willow nodded nervously then leaned in and gave the girl another quick goodbye kiss. Tara gave her a smile and slipped out the door, closing it behind her. She stopped for a second, internally processing the entire evening’s events and decided there was only one word to describe it.
“Wow.”
Last edited by Laragh on Sun Sep 06, 2009 12:55 pm, edited 1 time in total.
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