TWILIGHT REVISITED - UPDATED 8/6/2010!!!

[abarda]

More, please! This was an great update!

[taranwillow4ever]

I am really enjoying this. It is even better than the original. Looking forward to reading more when you can post.

[FIRESIGN]

Chapter Eighteen

“So spill it, Giles…what did you find out?” Buffy said, leaning against the desk.

“Well…it seems that William Maclay, who sired Tara and the rest of the Maclay family, actually comes from an interesting background. It isn’t very often that something like this happens…but if my friends are correct, William was actually somewhat of a mystical half-breed before being turned himself.” Giles explained.

“Mystical half-breed? So…half-human…half-what?” Xander asked.

“Apparently his mother was a liannan shìth , a type of faerie folk, if you will…” Giles continued.

“Wait a second…how in the heck could an itty-bitty faerie and a human man…” Buffy said, trying to figure out how they may have surpassed th”e physical size-difference issues.

“Yeah…kind of like Tinkerbell and the Jolly Green Giant getting busy...how’s that work?” Xander said, laughing.

“Good Lord!” Giles said, shaking his head. “First of all, not all faerie folk are diminutive in size…and secondly, love knows no bounds, especially with magical creatures. Now, as I was saying, William Maclay was born from a human father and a liannan shith mother. He has primarily human characteristics, with the exception of a few faerie traits, including diamond-like skin.”

“Wait a second…I’ve seen Dr. Maclay…didn’t look diamond-y to me.” Buffy said, skeptically.

“I would guess that he’s covering his skin with some kind of cosmetic, perhaps. The sisters assured me that it sparkles in the sunlight, but is smooth to the touch. It is also quite inpenetrable.”

“Okay…so this faerie-mommy-thing…it lives on blood?” Xander asked.

“No…not exactly…you see, they seek the love of mortals and live on their lover’s life force…so more of a psychic feeding, if you will.” Giles explained.

“So where did the blood-sucking trait come from?” Buffy asked.

“When William was twenty, he was attacked by a vampire. Due to his unique make up, it is believed that the traits from his sire, his human father, and his faerie-folk mother all melded together, creating a new type of creature…one with vampiric tendencies, but more self-control, and able to withstand direct sunlight. William’s bite passes on those same traits.”

“So they aren’t REALLY vampires…” Xander said, hoping Buffy might see things the same way.

“What about this ‘psycho-feeding’ thing?” Buffy asked, still skeptical.

“William doesn’t seem to have acquired that trait from his mother; however, that’s not to say that he doesn’t carry it like a recessive gene…but it is unlikely that it was passed on to any that he’s sired…although I suppose there is an outside chance…” Giles said, his eyes becoming distant as he mulled the thought over. “Have you noticed anything with Willow…her being tired or weak when she’s around Tara?”

Buffy and Xander looked at each other, both shrugging.

“Not that I remember…but it’s not like I asked her or anything. Besides, she’s still nursing a few broken ribs…” Xander said.

“Well…do you think that Tara and Willow would be receptive to us discussing this with them?” Giles asked.

“I don’t know…Will’s about as stubborn as they come…and Tara…well, let’s just say she’s a bit over-protective…but I suppose it wouldn’t hurt to ask...” Buffy said.

“I don’t know…if Tara decides to toss us across the room…it just might hurt to ask!” Xander said, reminding her of the events that took place earlier in the day.

“Fine…I’ll do the asking.” Buffy said, rolling her eyes.

Meanwhile…back at the Maclay house…

Willow sat back in her chair, uncomfortably full from the meal that the Maclays had prepared for her.

“Oh my…” Willow said, placing her hand on her belly. “That was the best meal I’ve had in…well…ever! I am so stuffed…I feel like a Thanksgiving turkey!”

The Maclays laughed heartily, pleased that they had made a good impression on Tara’s guest.

“We’re so glad you enjoyed it, Willow…it’s a pleasure having you here with us.” William said, giving Elizabeth’s hand a squeeze under the table.

“Absolutely…you’re like a breath of fresh air, Willow…and you’re welcome here whenever you like.” Elizabeth added, smiling warmly at the girl.

Tara looked at Willow lovingly, placing her hand on the red-head’s knee. Willow’s hand found it’s way atop Tara’s, their fingers entwining in a familiar pose.

“Thank you so much, Dr. and Mrs. Maclay…” Willow began.

“Please, Willow…no need for formalities…Elizabeth and William would be fine.” Elizabeth said, kindly.

“Well then…thank you…Elizabeth, William, and Anya…for making me feel so welcome. I’m looking forward to getting to know you all better in the future.” Willow said, feeling strangely close to them already.

“As we are you, my dear…” William said.

Feeling the effects of a long day and a fantastic meal, topped with a bit of red wine, Willow fought to stifle a yawn.

“I’m sorry…” She said, covering her mouth with her hand.

“No need to be sorry, Willow…we’ve practically talked your ears off. We forget that we don’t get tired anymore.” Anya said, thoughtfully.

“You don’t? Ever?” Willow asked, looking to Tara.

Tara shook her head, no.

“Then what did you…” Willow began, stopping only when she realized perhaps Tara’s ‘parents’ might not know or appreciate that they had spent the previous night together.

Anya, noticing the girl’s slip, giggled quietly to herself.

“umm…n-nevermind.” Willow said, her face blushing red clear up to her ears.

“Did y-you want to call your Dad?” Tara asked.

“Huh?” Willow said, still mulling over what Tara had done the entire night before if she wasn’t sleeping.

“You know…c-call him and tell him…y-you’re spending the night…” Tara said, biting her bottom lip in anticipation of what was yet to come…


To Be Continued...

[Zampsa1975]

Yay for great update-y goodness... Can't wait to see what happens between Willow & Tara during the night... I kinda hope that Buffy gets thrown few times around the room by Tara when she asks about the energy-sucking thing...

[wimpy0729]

Hey Cin! Very nice and interesting explanation of why Tara's family is different than other vampires. I'm very curious to see the extent her abilities. Hopefully Buffy and Co. will have a little more tolerance since they understand a little more about Tara. I guess we just have to wait and see. Hopefully soon.


Wimpy

[abarda]

Great update!!! Nice explanation to the Maclays' different caracteristics.
And now I'm curious to know what's gonna happen now that Willow is gonna spend the night at Tara's house...

Please, write more!

[uuhhHHH_ditto]

"...We forget that we don’t get tired anymore.” Anya said, thoughtfully.

“You don’t? Ever?” Willow asked, looking to Tara.

whut WHAT?! interesting. lol. i have got to get my head out the gutter.

[AmberGoddess]

[FIRESIGN]

Chapter 19

“Hello?”

“Hey Dad…did you get my message?”

“Yep…sure did. You going to spend the night at the Maclays?”

“Um…y-yeah…is that okay?” Willow asked, watching Tara fiddling with something on the end table.

“No problem, hon. The Maclays are good people. Tell them all I said hello.”

“Will do. Goodnight, Dad.”

“G’night, kitten…have fun, but…be careful, okay? You know what I mean…”

“Dad!” Willow said, uncomfortable with the notion that her father was thinking along the same lines as she was about the activities that she might engage in later on.

“Hey…I am your father…I have to say those things…fatherly duty.”

“Right…goodnight, Dad.” Willow said, rolling her eyes as she closed her flip phone.

“S-so…he’s alright with you staying?” Tara asked.

“Absolutely! In fact, he told me to tell you all hello from him. He really likes you, Tara…kinda runs in the family.” Willow said, smiling seductively as she ran her hand lightly along Tara’s arm, coming to rest in the blonde’s hand.

Tara’s breathing increased as she felt her desire for the red-head rise with the feather-like touch.

“So…you’ve seen mine…it’s your turn to show me yours!” Willow said, licking her lips teasingly.

Tara gulped audibly at the girl’s suggestion.

Willow laughed, “I was talking about your room…for now…” She smirked impishly.

“It’s upstairs…” Tara said, gently leading her to the stairway. Tara’s room was the first one on the left. She opened the door, stepping gallantly aside, motioning for Willow to enter first. As Willow passed through the doorway, Tara placed her hand on the small of the girl’s back, gently guiding her inside. Once inside, she flipped the light switch on. Rather than an abrupt flash of light, the action illuminated hundreds of white Christmas lights, strategically strung throughout the room.
Willow gasped at the beautiful sight. The small lights glowed softly against the scarlet colored walls.

“It’s so…beautiful!” Willow said, amazed. “It looks like hundreds of fireflies…or faeries dancing in the night!” She said, grinning from ear-to-ear.

Tara laughed, enjoying the red-head’s child-like reaction. “You’re s-so cute when you do that.” She said, her mouth perched in a lop-sided grin as she slowly closed the door behind them.

“What?” Willow said, coyly, looking at the blonde, her emerald eyes sparkling in the twinkle lights. She reached out, sliding her finger through the blonde’s belt loop, pulling her closer.

“Will I…” Tara said, trying desperately to keep her urges in check. Her words were interrupted by a slender finger across her lips.

“Shhhh…” Willow whispered. “It’s alright, baby…it’s just a kiss…”

Tara leaned forward as if in a trance, meeting Willow half-way. Silk against velvet, what began as a chaste kiss, quickly elevated into something much more. Willow’s hands slid first to Tara’s hips, then around to the smooth curves of Tara’s buttocks, sending a charge of energy tingling through every inch of the blonde’s body.

“Mmmm…” Tara moaned, her desire reaching a fever pitch. She suddenly grabbed the smaller girl’s arms at the wrist, backing her against the door. The usually timid and shy blonde slid Willow’s hands above her head, using one hand to hold them firmly in place as she hungrily sought out the velvety warm haven once again. Her other hand started at the girl’s shoulder, slowly tracing her curves down, eliciting a groan from the redhead as fingers gently brushed across her breast.

“Tara…” she said, breathlessly. The blonde paused momentarily, looking up into Willow’s eyes. Her own eyes now glowing as bright as a blue flame. “I want…I really, really, really want to, baby…but…I c-can’t…not yet…”

Tara’s breathing started to slow, and she realized that she had been somewhat more aggressive than they were both ready for. She released Willow’s hands, backing off.

“I-I’m sorry…I didn’t m-mean to…” Tara said, apologizing.

“No, baby…no…” Willow said, moving forward to reassure her. “Don’t apologize…you didn’t do anything that I didn’t want you to do…it’s just…I’ve never…um…well…yeah…and um…I’m just…well…I don’t want to rush things. I mean…I want you…oh my goddess, do I want you! I’ve never felt anything like this before in my life! But it’s all happening so fast…”

“I-I know…” Tara said, echoing her sentiments.

“It’s just that…well…it’s kinda like a hot fudge sundae…” Willow said, matter-of-factly.

“Um…okay…?” Tara said, not understanding exactly what she was talking about.

“No…seriously…when you get a hot fudge sundae…or at least when I do…I like to eat it really slow…not so slow that the ice cream gets all melty…’cause hey, nobody likes melty ice cream…but like if this were the only hot fudge sundae that I was ever going to get…I’d want to make it last as long as I could…without melting, of course…because…it’s…well…the only one I’m gonna get…so I kinda want it to last…you know?” Willow said, hoping Tara could decipher the Willow-babble.

“So…um…you’ve ‘had’ hot fudge sundaes b-before?” Tara asked, struggling with the use of an ice cream dessert as an analogy for this particular issue.

“Well, yeah! Everybody’s had a hot fudge…OH! No! I mean no…I’ve had hot fudge sundaes of the real type…but not THAT kind of hot fudge sundae…” Willow said. “Um…how about you? I mean…if you have…I would understand…” Willow stammered.

“No…n-no…never…” Tara answered.

Willow exhaled in relief. “So…maybe we could share this sundae…”

“Definitely…w-when the time is r-right…” Tara agreed.

“So…disappointed?” Willow asked, hesitantly.

“No! Never!” Tara said, emphatically. “Will…I’d be lying i-if I said that I didn’t want you…but I w-want this to be perfect…and honestly…I just don’t know if I’m…if I’m s-strong enough to be able to…control myself.”

“Baby…you will be…we’ll just wait until the time is right…for both of us…okay?”

Tara nodded.

“Y-you’re probably tired, huh?” Tara asked, realizing that the day’s events had likely fatigued Willow.

*Yawn* “Sorry…a little, maybe…” Willow answered, sheepishly.

“If you w-want…I can get you settled and then g-go read or something.” Tara suggested.

“Um…I’d really like it if…well…maybe you could hold me? I promise I’ll behave…” Willow said, looking at the blonde.

“It’s not you I’m w-worried about…”

“Please?” Willow pleaded, flashing her best puppy-dog eyes.

“I’ll get you something to s-sleep in…” Tara said, retrieving a pair of sweats and a tank top from her dresser.

“Thanks…I’ll be right back…just gonna change…not in here…bathroom…” Willow said, walking out of the room, only to pause in the hallway.

“It’s the third door on the right…” Tara said, giggling.

Moments later, Willow returned, slowly pushing the door open, slipping inside. Tara waited under the covers, bathed in the soft glow of the twinkle lights. She had wiped off her makeup and her skin shimmered dimly. The sight nearly took the red-head’s breath away.

Tara smiled, tossing the covers aside, patting on the sheet.

Willow climbed in, the sheets still cold, as she snuggled into Tara’s embrace with a contented sigh.

“Tare?”

“What baby?” Tara said, slowly tracing soft circles in the small of Willow’s back.

“There’s nobody on the face of the earth that I have ever…or would ever…want to share a sundae with but you…” she said, snuggling closer before drifting off to sleep….

"Me either, baby...me either..." The blonde whispered to her already sleeping love...


To Be Continued...

[Zampsa1975]

Yay for great update-y goodness... Good that they decided to wait before sharing a "sundae"...

[Mrs. Pineapple]

Wow... I just found this fic, but I'm hooked. I loved the movie, but the fic's even better (duh, it's Will and Tara )

I so loved the hot fudge sundae comparison. It really is something only Willow could come up with. It's cool that they want to take things slow though... Much more suspense

Keep it up!

[abarda]

I loved this sundae analogy... It made me laugh and my sister thought I was crazy, but okay...
Please, keep writing... and make Will and Tara share the sundae!

[arsyadriani]

I'm willing to wait for them to have shared-sundae
more pleeasee
RC

[Willowtree252]

I love that they waited ( but not to long I hope) when the time is right it will be the best sundae in the world.

[ashcrash71590]

aww that was really cute =)

It looks like hundreds of fireflies

that reminds me of the song "Fireflies" by Owl City
can't wait for more

Ash

[AmberGoddess]

Oh god, the sundae thing was so funny! Can't wait until they have one together . More soon please!

[taranwillow4ever]

Was beaten to the Awwww remark, but that is exactly what I thought. I love this story.

[FIRESIGN]

Chapter Twenty

Willow slept soundly in the arms of Tara for several hours, slowly stirring before dawn…

“Mmmmm…Tara…” Willow said groggily, burrowing deeper into Tara’s embrace.

“I’m right here, baby.” Tara said, gently kissing the top of Willow’s head.

“This feels so good…” Willow purred, her eyes still closed. “…I could stay here forever.”

“Forever is an awfully long time…” Tara cautioned.

The odd comment brought Willow out of her sleepy haze.

“Well…yeah…hence the term, forever…what are you trying to say?” Willow questioned, looking up at Tara.

“Well…it’s j-just…well…nevermind…” Tara said, clamming up.

“No…come on, baby…say it…tell me what’s going on in the beautiful blonde head of yours.”

“It’s just…I-I shouldn’t even be thinking about this…I have no right…” Tara said, hanging her head in shame, her blond lockes falling down over her face.

Willow, seeing the girl’s distress, scooted up on the bed, sitting up. She placed her hand under Tara’s chin, lifting it gently. She could see tears welling in the blonde’s eyes.

“Baby…hey…look at me.” She said. “You can tell me anything…come on now…”

“W-we can’t have forever…” Tara said, softly.

“Hey…I’m not going anywhere! I just found you…and things are great! They’re better than great! There’s nowhere in the universe I’d rather be than with you.” Willow protested.

“Just forget I said anything…okay? Tell me…what w-would you like to do today? Hike? Watch a movie?” Tara said, changing the subject.

“Oh no, missy…you don’t get off that easily! We’re not done with our original conversation…now, tell me what’s bothering you…I’m here for you, and always will be.” Willow said, gently rubbing Tara’s back.

“Not always…” Tara said, sadly. Thinking about the fact that she had just found Willow, but that she was mortal…and that someday, Tara would have to face losing her one true love, her soulmate.

“What do you mean, ‘not always’?”

“Will, can we please n-not talk about this…let’s just enjoy the day.” Tara pleaded.

“Tara…you either tell me now, or I’m not staying. We’re in this relationship together…which means we share everything…the good and the bad. If you can’t do that…then…well…what do we have to build on?” Willow said, standing her ground. She knew in her heart that she loved Tara, but was not about to stay in a relationship where honesty was in question.

Tara looked into Willow’s emerald eyes and knew in that instant that she wasn’t bluffing. She took a deep breath, to steady her nerves…

“Forever…we don’t have forever. I…I’ve waited for you for so long…lifetimes…but some day, it will be over…and I’ll be forced t-to live on…w-without you. I’m n-not sure I can do that.” Tara said, sobbing.

“Baby…shhhh…” Willow said, holding Tara tightly. She honestly had not thought of the fact that she was mortal…that her days here were numbered. Even if they were lucky enough to have sixty or seventy years together, Willow would become an old woman…while Tara would remain suspended in time, forever young…and yes, she would die…and Tara would be alone once again. “You know…there is a way…” Willow said, the answer popping into her head. “You could turn me…” She said, sofly.

“No! Absolutely not…I will not do that!” Tara answered vehemently.

“Whoa! I’m not saying right now…but later…it’s just an idea…” Willow said, not expecting the reaction that she had received.

“Do you r-realize what you’re even saying? What you would have to leave behind? What you would have to give up…forever? I’m not going to do that to y-you, Willow…I lo-…I think too much of you t-to do that…”

Tara’s freudian slip did not go unnoticed, and although the tone of the
conversation was serious, she couldn’t help but smile at the thought that Tara loved her.

“I’m sorry, baby…okay? You’re right…let’s not worry about that now…how about that hike you were talking about earlier?”

Tara felt a bit relieved that Willow had decided to drop it for now, but she was certain that the topic would be brought up again in the not-too-distant future…

“I don’t know…do you think you can keep up?” Tara said, smirking.

“Probably not…but that would never stop me from trying!” Willow said.

Tara loved the girl’s spunk…so full of life. Just then, Willow’s tummy grumbled.

“We’ve got a few hours before daylight…I think it w-would probably be best if we waited…that way I can get you some breakfast beforehand.” Tara said, rubbing the red-head’s flat belly. “How does pancakes sound?”

“I love pancakes!!!” She said, excitedly. “A-and you’re probably right about the daylight…wouldn’t want to run into any of your not-so-nice-and-kinda-bumpy cousins.”

“Alrighty then…pancakes and then a hike…” Tara said, starting to get out of the bed, only to be pulled back in by Willow.

“Just a few more minutes…please? I need more Tara-snuggles first…” She said, looking up at Tara with her best puppy-dog eyes look.

Tara smiled and climbed back in, wrapping her arms around the girl. “I have a feeling you’re going to make it really hard to deny you anything…”

“That’s it…my evil plan…muwhaaahhahahhah!” Willow said, in her best evil-scientist laugh.

Willow nuzzled against Tara’s chest, contentedly.

“Alright Dr. Rosenberg…you win…for today…” Tara said, kissing the top of the girls head, inhaling the smell of strawberries and cream that was so distinctly Willow. She knew that she could smell that lovely aroma every day from now until eternity, and never tire of it…she only wished that she’d get the chance…



To Be Continued...

[taranwillow4ever]

Dibs. Loving this story. I look forward to seeing what comes next.

[uuhhHHH_ditto]

Comment @ CH.20;

here i was thinking, DUH! hello! you die, she doesnt, dense much, and then willow went on and on and on asking about it.
Then it hit me, a couple of days ago this girl didnt even have a girlfriend, and now she has, not just any normal girlfriend but a vampire girlfriend.

it amazes me how people could really bear to use the word; Forever, when truly no one has forever, I just feel its a lie everytime i hear that word. (then again, im just pessimistic)

[Zampsa1975]

Yay for great update-y goodness... Good that they began talking about Willow's possible turning to a vampire...

[abarda]

Nice update.
I don't have much to say now, but I really liked this chapter. It was cute.

[love_2003]

Glad that Tara's family is so supportive of her and Willow's relationship and also vice-versa with Willow's dad. I'm actually happy that they are both deciding to wait to sleep together until it is the right time.
Looking forward to reading more.

[FIRESIGN]

Chapter Twenty-one

The sweet pancake batter made a hissing sound as it hit the hot surface of the griddle. Tara smiled as she thought of Willow and the time that they’d shared the night before.

Upstairs, Willow had taken a quick shower and slipped into some clothes that Tara had laid out for her. She was just tightening the belt on the jeans when the most luscious aroma wafted into the room…vanilla and cinnamon...her eyes closed as she inhaled deeply, smiling at the thought of her love making her breakfast. She proceeded downstairs, walking into the kitchen, seeing Tara flipping the pancakes over on the griddle.
Willow slowly wrapped her arms around Tara’s waist from behind, resting her head on the blonde’s shoulder.

“Something smells wonderful…” Willow purred.

“Pancakes…” Tara said, placing her free hand over Willow’s on her waist.

“Mmm…I wasn’t talking about the pancakes, though…” Willow said, placing a soft kiss behind the blonde’s ear.

“Vixen…” Tara said, smiling coyly.

“Vixen, eh? Hmmm…I think I can handle that…as long as I’m your vixen…”

Tara turned around, still in Willow’s embrace.

“Definitely mine…” Tara said, licking her lower lip seductively.

“Definitely…” Willow replied, closing the distance between them, slowly capturing Tara’s lips with her own.

Both were too pre-occupied to notice Anya walking into the room.

“Hmmm…pancakes…making out in the kitchen…I’d say that somebody had a good night last night…” She said, giggling.

Willow was the first to pull back, not wanting to offend Tara’s sister, or make her uncomfortable in any way – but she also didn’t want Tara to think that she was in any way embarassed to be with her. She moved aside, keeping her hand wrapped around Tara’s waist. “Um…sorry…” She said, unable to prevent the grin that was now spreading across her face like a chesire cat.

“Don’t be…I’m not!” Tara said, giggling as she placed a quick kiss on the now-blushing red-head’s lips.

“Alrighty then! Well…don’t mind me…I’m just getting a little something to drink…” Anya said, heading to the refrigerator.

Willow watched as Anya opened the door, taking out a pitcher of a crimson-colored liquid. The blonde sat the pitcher on the cupboard and reached for a glass, filling it to the rim. She raised the glass to her lips, pausing as she realized Willow was watching rather intently.

“Oh gosh…my bad…do you want me to go in the other room?” Anya asked, realizing that this may very well be the first time the girl had actually seen someone drink blood.

“Um…no! Of course not…I know you all drink blood, Anya…” Willow said.

“Knowing and watching are two very d-different things…” Tara said, cautiously.

“You guys…I know who you are…and what you are…and if I’m going to sit down to a beautiful breakfast of yummalicious pancakes, there’s no reason that you both shouldn’t be able to enjoy your meal, too.” Willow said, matter-of-factly.

“If you’re sure you’re okay with this…because Anya can go hunt later…” Tara said.

Anya nodded in agreement.

“I’m positive…please, baby…you need to have some, too…” Willow said, nodding towards the pitcher.

Tara looked to Anya as if asking for some kind of direction. She was hungry…but the thought of Willow seeing her that way…she wasn’t sure she was ready for that just yet.

“I…I don’t think I can…you know…in front of you…” Tara said, sheepishly.

“Baby…look.” Willow said, taking Tara’s hands in her own, facing her. “It’s okay…if we’re going to be together, you can’t not eat in front of me...I want to share everything with you…and I want you to share everything with me…”

“But this…it’s not n-natural…” Tara said, dropping her gaze.

“Hey…look at me…” Willow said, cupping the taller girl’s chin, raising it gently so that their eyes met. “…who says this isn’t natural? Hmm? It’s natural for you…for Anya and the rest of your family…it’s perfectly fine…”

“Really?” Tara asked.

“Really really…” Willow said, smiling. “Now the yummalicious pancakes that my gorgeously sexy, loving girlfriend made for me are in serious danger of getting cold…so go pour yourself a glass and let’s all sit down and enjoy our breakfast…k?”

Tara smiled and nodded, walking over to the cupboard. Anya handed her a glass, filling it with the red, viscous liquid.

Willow took the spatula from the stove, scooping up the pancakes from the griddle and placing them on the plate that Tara had gotten out earlier.

“Funny shapes!” Willow beamed, looking at the triangles and stars on her plate.

“You like them?”

“Like them? I love them! So much better than regular ones…all boring a-and circley and stuff…” Willow babbled.

“What would you like on your pancakes, Will?” Tara asked.

“Hmmm…well…don’t supposed you’d have peanut butter…and maple syrup?” Willow asked, thinking that she would be lucky if they had the syrup, let alone the peanut butter.

“Actually…you’d be surprised what we have…” Anya said, taking a sip from her glass. “…stuff like that, that has a decent shelf life…we have it around to keep up appearances…” She explained.

“…and lucky for you!” Tara added, sitting a jar of peanut butter and jug of maple syrup down on the table in front of Willow.

“Oooh! It’s even creamy! My favorite!” Willow said, grinning from ear-to-ear as she opened the jar and slathered the peanut butter over the hotcakes, followed by the syrup.

Tara and Anya giggled as Willow enthusiastically gobbled the tasty treats.

“Wha?...oh…sorry…they’re really good…” She said, her mouth full.

“Don’t apologize…” Anya said. “I can’t remember enjoying something that much!”

“What do you mean?” Willow asked.

“Well…let’s just say that there aren’t too many different ‘flavors’ available to us now…it’s one of the drawbacks…but it’s not so bad. Not like we don’t still enjoy eating…or drinking, rather.” Anya explained.

“There is some variation in flavors...” Tara added.

“Really? Like what…different blood types?” Willow asked.

“Not really blood types…more like types of animals.” Tara explained.

“True! Very true! Tara’s always had a thing for the herbivores…” Anya said, taking another sip from her glass.

“They’re sweeter…” Tara said.

“Hmmm…my baby’s got a sweet-tooth…literally…” Willow said, laughing at her own witty remark – Anya joining her.

“Looks like I’m not the only one!” Tara said, pointing to the stray droplet of syrup running down Willow’s chin. “Here…let me get that for you…” She said with a smirk, as she leaned over the table and slowly licked the sticky droplet from the red-head’s chin. Grinning, pleased with herself, she sat back down in her chair and took a drink of blood from the glass, looking over the rim at Willow, who was sitting stunned – her mouth agape, breathing heavily.

“Oookay then…think I’ll just drink the rest of this up in my room…you guys have a great day doing…um…whatever…” Anya said, making a hasty retreat out of the room.

“Will…? Baby? Are you okay?” Tara giggled.

“Wha…you…and the syrup…tongue…and…uh…yep…” Willow said, incoherently.

Tara laughed, sipping from her glass…yes, it was definitely going to be an interesting day…


To Be Continued...

[Mrs. Pineapple]

DIBS! Yay, first to reply
Another lovely update. And the funny-shaped pancakes are always a hit . I like how Willow reassured Tara that she shouldn't be nervous of drinking in front of her. She really shouldn't

More please!

[Zampsa1975]

Yay for great update-y goodness... Big yay for Willow being very ok with Tara and Anya drinking blood in front of her... I really like how Willow and Tara interact with eachother and with Anya... I really loved when Tara licked the syrup from Willow's cheek...

[abarda]

I loved this update! It was so sweet, and funny...

[LittleBit]

that was a very sweet update!

[Anlorew]

Nice. That was a cute update.

[deviantART]

Very nice story i really love it
Thank for writing =)