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“Where are we?” Willow asked, and when Tara shot her a sideways glance as they walked, her face was very white. Just hold on, she thought, squeezing the cold fingers. Just hold on a little bit longer.





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“I shouldn’t have done that,” Tara whispered. Willow licked her lower lip, trying to recapture the cool, bittersweet taste of Tara, like dark chocolate. Those blue eyes flickered down, watching her tongue’s quick movements, and Willow had to swallow.
“You keep playing me hot and cold,” Willow breathed in response, the fear and confusion and uncertainty all gone in favor of just this, just this moment. “What are we, Tara? What is this?” There was another pause, pregnant, everything waiting.
“I can’t promise you anything,” Tara said at last, and there was something broken in her eyes. “You need to understand, really understand, that – I am not anyone you should rely on. For anything, but especially for...”
“I’m not asking for a future,” Willow said, filling her silence. “I’m asking for a present, for as long as we can have it.” Tara looked at her, searching, and then closed her eyes. She shook her head, tilting it back, the conflict visible on her strong, lovely face.
“Fuck it,” she said to the black star-dotted sky. And then she bent her head to Willow’s and kissed her and nothing else mattered.
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“I’m not asking for a future,” Willow said, filling her silence. “I’m asking for a present, for as long as we can have it.” Tara looked at her, searching, and then closed her eyes. She shook her head, tilting it back, the conflict visible on her strong, lovely face.
“Fuck it,” she said to the black star-dotted sky. And then she bent her head to Willow’s and kissed her and nothing else mattered.



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