justin-ah yes, posssesive-tara at her best. personally, the idea of some one wanting something to the point of cave-person talk, it's hilarious to me. I mean, it's like beer bad all over again...and you gotta love the simple wants and needs. thanks for reading!!
Hello kittens! Okay, i believe if you are grateful for this update, you should thank Washi, because that's who reminded me to write something before the weekend's uh..end. And no, it's not smut, Washi by the way, i'm reading your fic Dark Core, which i think, is fab, and i'm slowly reading soon to reply...soon...
And so without much further ado:UPDATE!
Chapter 27
The waves crashing woke her, nothing else. Everything else was as quiet and peaceful as could be, including the constant breathing of her lover that was sleeping by her side. She was clinging to her and vice-versa. If one was to move, the other would as well, just to suit the other’s body perfectly.
It seemed they fit so well. Most wouldn’t be able to tell this from passing by them as they walked on the street or talked in a restaurant, but they fit. Perfectly. It was as if all the missing pieces came together in one fell swoop, yet still completely hidden to the public eye. Which in some ways is good. I mean, would you want everyone knowing how a person fit with their lover? I think not.
It was dark. Well, of course it was; it was night, but all the same. Tara was used to the dark though. The dark of a cupboard that she hid in several times when her parents fought, the dark place she would crawl into in her mind, the dark that enveloped her when she thought of her mother’s passing. It was all darkness before Willow. Speaking of whom, she was breathing silently, causing Tara’s only clue-in to her livelihood to be the movement of her silk-covered stomach humming up and down. Tara was holding onto Willow like her favorite pillow, clutching for life and comfort. Unconscious-Willow didn’t seem to mind.
A faint shuffle of water on sand could be heard outside of the room, onto one of the balconies, though. That was what had woken the blonde in the first place. Tara smiled, thinking of the wondrous turn of events that had taken place. Willow got her the best seats possible to a glorious performance: outside with dancing room. Now, when someone goes to the lengths that Willow did, how can you not give them just as good a gift? That’s what it was. Not a giving in. Not recompense, no. But a giving of herself to the one person who deserved it the most, the one she loved. Willow had given her happiness, the only thing she could offer was herself. Was that enough?
Love is something that humans have a tendency to read too much into, and then at the exact same time, underestimate its power all together. You could write a crappy poem about the girl at school who graduated and didn’t stay with you forever with a pony and a castle. But you would probably stager at the idea of some one knowing every piece of your limb better than yourself. Love’s funny that way.
But Tara had found it. Or rather, it had found her.
Was that fair, though? Why, of all people in the world, did she deserve it, when there were others everywhere, everyday, every night, wishing to death they had a love such as she did? But hold on, was she reading into this too much? Yes, she said she loved Willow, and Willow said she loved her, but does that mean that they were to last forever? You can never be too sure…
A frown had covered Tara’s once peaceful face before she could stop it.
She decided to detangle herself from the sleeping beauty next to her and then take a small walk around the room to the balcony; perhaps the movement would clear her mind.
(We all know that never is true, yet we persist to believe it so.)
The movement of the bed had caused the redhead to stir a little but only cling further to the pillow that had cushioned her head. A soft whisper escaped her mouth, “Tara…” Tara smirked at this. Once off the bed she had a perfect view of the unconscious redhead. She lay there sleeping calmly, her lips moving every now and then to mumble along the words to her dreams. Her hair had become a slight curtain of her profile, only revealing a button nose, one eye, and her rosy lips.
Of all those questions she had in her mind one thing was sure, she loved Willow.
The moon was still shining as much as ever. It seemed almost blinding, so Tara lifted a hand to cover her sleep-blurred eyes.
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I wonder if Willow has the same questions…” she thought, “maybe it’s all a dream, a wonderful, beautiful, Midsummer Nights Dream…” Tara’s head quirked at the sudden reference, ”but it’s Fall.”
“My head hurts,” Tara whispered pressing her fingers slightly to her forehead.
“I just wish that I could be assured Willow won’t leave,” Tara thought wistfully. Everyone had left her before, the worst being her mother. But if she lost Willow, she wouldn’t be able to keep going. Her mother’s death had taken away her livelihood. If Willow were taken away from her, it’d take away her life.
The night was chilly, so Tara wrapped her new robe around her tightly walking out onto the fresh-with-dew-deck. She stood there for several seconds, wishing some sign to come out of thin air and go poof! To signify that there was a higher power, that there was a reason why all this was happening so perfectly. Was she going to die of syphilis or something, and the Gods decided to make up for it with this one night? What did it all mean?
“Hey, you,” came a slight whisper.
Tara turned out of her deep thought to a redhead leaning against the door frame staring with sleepy eyes.
“Sweetie, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you,” Tara said apologetically.
“No need to say sorry, I’m content to go searching for you. It’s like a treasure hunt, and the great thing is there are limited hiding places so I’ll know I’ll win the game of ‘hid and seek lover’,” Willow said with a broad grin.
She walked up to Tara and slowly curled her arms around Tara’s sides, causing both to lean into each other’s bodies. How long they stayed there in that position is unsure; time really didn’t matter to them. Who needs clocks when you’re in the hands of your loved one? But Willow broke the revelry.
She had been having a mini-nightmare in which Tara had decided to leave her and fall in love with Bob from editing. It wasn’t that she had anything against Bob, she hired him; he had an outstanding resume. But still, it was Bob. And why oh why, would Tara leave her for BOB?!
It wasn’t right.
But it unsettled her once content belly, made it all grumbly. And that’s when she awoke to find her blonde haired goddess gone. And so was Bob…
But the realization that she was not in the offices and in fact on vacation with Tara was enough to bring her senses back. And that’s when she saw Tara’s form outlined by the moonlight. It was so beautiful. No need to add herself into the picture; it was already perfect. But, she was weak, and loved being allowed into the masterpiece that Tara created all around her, so she snuck up to join her.
“Tara, um, please tell me that you’ll never leave me,” Willow blurted out too quickly for her own pride to stop. Tara had been stroking Willow’s arms slowly for a while now, but when she heard that quiet plea, everything stopped. Willow had noticed the abrupt change in Tara-caress. No, not change, just a cease in all movement. That was never good, was it?
“Tara?” Willow said a little unsure of what was going on in her mind, “um. Tara, I know that’s kind of a leap from 'hey, I love you’ to ‘don’t ever leave me’ and all clingy-like. But if you could try to understand, I really don’t want to let you go, ever. I, I’ve never found someone as incredible as you. I’ve never been with someone as remarkable as you. I just, I want you to try to stop whatever inkling you might have with future-me to leave, move on, or just break it off. All I know is I don’t deserve you. But if I can just keep you for as long as you’ll let me, I’ll treat you like the goddess you are. So please, don’t leave or anything because of what you might not have known about me or seen before. This is me, Willow Rosenberg. And I love you, Tara MacClay. So, please don’t run off away from me with Bob?”
Through all of this small tears had fallen down her cheek. It seemed all her questions had been answered. Except one.
“Who’s Bob?”
Ah yes, the strange-day-after chapter, however, i sneakily put it in the same night. Wasn't that just cooky of me? ah well...i hope you guys liked it
...and i've been lovin' the kind words you've been givin. so cool....so cool...
-elizabeth
i'll admit it....i have a cow problem...i love them...*sniff* but they don't love me!
Edited by: thebardgirl at: 11/1/03 9:22 pm