TITLE: Baby Makes Three
AUTHOR: Finey_McFine
RATING: PG13
DISCLAIMER: Willow, Tara and any other BtVS characters, as well as some random dialog, belong to Mutant Enemy. ALL other original characters belong to me! Mention of any ‘real’ people in this fic is brief and pure fantasy.
SUMMARY: Totally AU! Willow Rosenberg is a senior at Sunnydale High. She and her friends are bullied relentlessly until Willow stumbles upon a huge secret and decides to take matters into her own hands. There is no Hellmouth, just lot’s of teen angst, self discovery and of course Willow/Tara goodness...eventually.
Thoughts are in italics FEEDBACK: Yes! Any glaring issues…please send me a PM!
AUTHOR’S NOTE: Hi Everyone and happy NFL playoff Sunday! Go Texans!! I think ya’ll are gonna really like this chapter:-) Again, like last week, this chapter is only ‘sorta’ proofed. If you see anything that needs fixing, PM me as always. Enjoy:) ******************************
Chapter 19
Perfect was not a word Willow Rosenberg used often. As someone who excelled academically, she knew by sheer definition the only thing that could even come close to being defined as perfect were mathematic equations. Perfection required a state of absolute completion; there could be no gray area. Two plus two always equaled four and there was no way it could ever equal anything else.
Something was either perfect or it wasn’t and there weren’t many things in this world that fell into that category. People certainly did not; they are far too flawed. Willow had figured that out at a young age when she learned that her parents were not as perfect as they appeared. They didn’t have all the answers and they made mistakes, not often, but they did…they were human, after all. Willow’s linear thinking mind had never even considered the possibility of any one person being at the pinnacle of perfection. She had never considered it because she had always been led by that mind, but now it was time to reconsider; re-think that theory, because now, under the cloak of darkness, her heart was in charge and redefining her view of perfection. A view that was taking the shape of the girl sitting next to her; Tara was indeed
perfect or at least Willow’s own personal vision of perfection.
Logically speaking, Willow understood that Tara wasn’t perfect. She had flaws just like everyone else, but Willow wasn’t thinking logically at the moment. All logic had flown out the window when Tara’s perfectly full lips had puckered and descended upon the soda straw. How Willow longed to be that straw.
How could I not have seen it before? What took me so long to figure it out? “Because you were thinking and not feeling!” Willow jumped at the abruptness of the movie dialog. It was the first line she’d actually comprehended in well over fifteen minutes. She’d been struggling to pay attention from the start; having been more interested in sneaking shy glances towards the object of her desire.
After being pulled from her reverie, she decided that now was as good a time as any to reinvest in the movie. With a good amount of resolve, Willow reluctantly pulled her eyes from the blonde and set them firmly on the screen.
The film, as it turned out, was an emotional roller coaster and as the end neared it became evident what the outcome would be. Willow began to feel the tears stinging in the back of her eyes and heard a loud sniffle come from the seat next to her. Just as she looked to her left, the tears began to drip from Tara’s eyes. Willow took a deep breath; feeling a hot flush course through her body as she reached to take Tara’s hand.
Tara was a sucker for romance and had been into the movie from the start. Which made it all the more difficult to watch as the star-crossed lovers neared their tragic end. Tara was overcome with emotion when the tears began to flow and she made no effort to stop them. Since becoming pregnant, she’d been a hormonal basket case. It was something Tara had become quite used to. Sniffling again, a little louder than expected, she suddenly felt warm fingers lacing together with her own.
Tara squeezed the warm hand that offered her comfort and as the onslaught of tears continued, she snuggled closer; eventually laying her head on Willow’s shoulder. Barely a moment had passed before she felt Willow’s head lie against the top of hers. Tara sighed contentedly and wrapped her free hand around Willow’s arm.
For as much as Willow wanted to believe Tara’s actions were more than platonic, it was still confusing.
Does this mean what I think it means? Is Tara also having feelings or is this a best friend thing? Willow was fairly certain that friends were not this intimate, but with her lack of experience and underlying insecurities, she just wasn’t a hundred percent sure.
In Willow’s humble and albeit very naïve opinion, boys and girls were simple. When a boy liked a girl he would ask her out and if he made a move, well, it was to be expected. This however, this was like being trapped in a giant area of perpetual gray. There were too many variables; too many questions. What if she was reading the signals all wrong? What if she made a
real move and Tara rejected her? What if she lost her best friend and they went back to being enemies?
What if…Willow’s train of thought was temporarily broken when she felt Tara snuggle closer. Willow did the only thing she could think to do, actually she didn’t really think about it at all; she did what
felt right and lay her head atop Tara’s. She sure didn’t feel rejected, at least not her definition of the word.
Here I am again with the definitions. She thought ruefully.
Willow was all too familiar with the concept of rejection; living through a teenage existence steeped in it. She’d pined over Xander for years, practically threw herself at him on occasion, only to have her affections rebuffed time and time again. Willow was weary and tired of the games. She was also, at the moment, snuggled close to someone else, someone of the girl variety; a very pretty, very sweet, and very sexy girl who wielded an immeasurable amount of power over her. The power to make Willow go weak in the knees with a simple half quirk of her lips; an effect Xander never had on her. Ever. It was enthralling and terrifying all at the same time, but she couldn’t stop herself from wanting to be closer to the girl and bathe in her warmth. The tingly feeling that spread through her belly every time Tara touched her was becoming an addiction, one of which she was happy to give in to.
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“So, that was quite the tear jerker. Are you okay?” Willow asked Tara as they made their way across the parking lot to Tara’s car.
Tara ducked her head shyly and her face became flushed with embarrassment. “Yeah, sorry about that…hormones, I guess. Sometimes I even get weepy over TV commercials.”
Willow giggled, “Sometimes I do the same thing, depending on the time of the month, ya know?” Tara smiled and nodded. “Hey! How about I buy you an ice cream? Nothing better than ice cream after a good cry.” She said hopefully.
Tara’s shoulders slumped, “I-I can’t. I promised Janice I wouldn’t be too late. She can’t stay, something about a church activity in the morning, s-sorry.” Tara’s mood shifted from happy to sad in a matter of seconds; she didn’t want her night with Willow to end. Everything was going so well, but she had responsibilities and sacrifices had to be made.
Willow nodded sadly, unable to hide her disappointment. “I understand,” and she did. Chelsea was the priority, as she should be, but it still did not make things easier.
As they got into Tara’s car a heavy and awkward silence fell over them. Willow fiddled nervously with the hem of her shirt as Tara began to back out of the parking space.
Then without warning, the blonde stopped the car suddenly with a jerk. “I have an idea! How about we pick up some ice cream and head back to my place?” She suggested eagerly.
Willow smiled widely and nodded her head in approval. “That’s a great idea!” She exclaimed, thrilled to be spending more time with her friend.
“Great!” Tara responded, mentally patting herself on the back for coming up with an even better plan. Not only was the evening not going to end early, but they were getting more alone time and Tara was thrilled.
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“Mmmmm, what a beautiful night,” Tara sighed, closing her eyes and inhaling the cool night air. “Great idea to eat out here Will.”
Willow returned Tara’s smile as she dipped her spoon into the pint of rocky road ice cream sitting between them on the back porch swing. They swung lightly, listening to the squeak of the rusty chain, the sound of crickets singing in the dark and the scratchy ever present white noise emitting from the baby monitor.
Tara briefly closed her eyes and a small smile graced her lips. “I used to sit out here with my grandmother when I was little. We’d sit right in this very spot; she would knit and I would read Dr. Seuss books to her for hours on end. I must have driven her nearly insane.” Tara chuckled softly at the memory.
“That’s a nice memory and just think, you get to do it all over again with Chelsea. I guess you’d better learn how to knit,” Willow joked, receiving a hearty laugh from the blonde.
Tara’s laugh suddenly turned to a frown. “Hey! That’s so unfair!” She exclaimed indignantly as she raised her spoon; the one she’d accidentally bent completely in half on a frozen chunk of ice cream. Tara held the spoon in front of her face and a huge pout formed on her lips. They both looked at the spoon and then at each other and bursting out laughing.
It took a few minutes and Willow nearly falling off the swing before things settled down. “Oh my God...the look on your face was priceless.” Willow giggled, holding her stomach.
“I’m glad you find my tragic situation so funny.”
“Awww, poor baby. Here, we can share.” Feeling a sudden burst of confidence, Willow dug her spoon into a softer area of the chocolate-y goodness and held the spoon up to Tara’s mouth; a sly grin forming on her lips.
Their eyes locked and Tara returned with a seductive grin, before wrapping her lips around the creamy scoop. Tara moaned softly and allowed them to linger before sucking the icy treat into her mouth.
Willow sensed a shift in the atmosphere when she saw Tara’s eyes darken to a sexy smoldering blue. The look was unmistakably sexy and flirtatious and...
sexy…very, very sexy. Willow thought she might have heard something resembling a noise emit from the girl, but the ringing in her ears drowned it out. The redhead watched intently as Tara’s devilish little tongue poked out and lapped up the remaining ice cream.
Willow was certain now, this was well beyond the bounds of friendship and she closed her eyes; swallowing hard in a failed attempt to calm her nerves before speaking. The connection…
their connection and the intensifying emotions were just too much and there was no way she could continue with all the wanting and the not knowing. Willow needed to know. Right now.
The logical side of her brain was telling her to shut up and once this door was opened it couldn’t be closed, but her heart was telling her something completely different and it was currently winning the fight; as it had been all night.
Willow stabbed the spoon into the open pint and gripped her knees tightly. “Tara, what’s happening...between us?” Willow asked in a tiny voice, the last two words were barely audible. She was terrified.
Tara’s heart started to race and her hands began to tremble. Although the question came as a complete surprise and she was mildly panicked, part of her was glad had Willow asked it. It was time had come to get their feelings out in the open. The mutual attraction that had been building for months had finally reached its peak.
“What do you want to happen?” Tara finally replied in a whisper, not wanting to push her friend into anything she wasn’t ready for.
Willow’s face held a worried expression. “I’m scared Tara...I...I don’t want to ruin everything. We’ve worked so hard on our friendship and it...it means the world to me.”
Tara’s heart officially melted. Willow looked so vulnerable and terrified that she would say the wrong thing. Tara needed to touch her. To reassure the girl that nothing she could possibly say or do would ruin anything. The blonde reached out with a shaky hand; running the pads of her fingers down the side of Willow’s face. “It’s okay Will, you won’t mess up, I promise. You can tell me...anything,” Tara reassured as her hand dropped back into her lap.
As Willow gazed into Tara’s eyes, she could feel her heart pounding hard in her chest and she too scooted closer; releasing the death grip on her knees and taking Tara’s hands in hers. “I want...I want to kiss you,” She breathed.
Tara nodded, almost imperceptibly and whispered, “Okay…” As she leaned in, her eyes involuntarily closing when she met Willow half way and pressed their lips gently together.
The sensation was overpowering and fireworks exploded behind Willow’s eyes. The softness of Tara’s lips was intoxicating and Willow could hardly believe she’d actually gone through with it. Now she knew, finally
knew how it felt to kiss the woman she’d been dreaming about for weeks and to feel those plump perfect lips against hers. They were kissing, actually kissing.
Kissing... No matter what Willow did, she couldn’t seem to shut down her mind. It began to wander and she was sure it would be her ultimate undoing. That’s when she froze, completely unable to move as it suddenly dawned on her active mind that this was her first kiss. The first time her lips had ever brushed across another’s and the intense rush of emotion she was experiencing rendered her motionless. She’d been the one to take the lead, the one to initiate things and now, she had no idea what to do next and started to pull away. Lucky for her, the girl she happened to be kissing had no intention of stopping.
As Willow’s lips pressed against her, Tara felt weak and lightheaded. She had never before experienced such an all-consuming kiss, nor had she ever wanted to kiss someone so badly before and to have that unyielding need satisfied...was pure heaven.
The kiss was simple and light, but unlike any kiss that had come before. How could such a tentative kiss be so fulfilling? Tara was elated, but suddenly the source of her elation was moving away and she was not ready for that to happen just yet. It had taken them entirely too long to get to this point and she wanted to enjoy it for as long as possible.
Tara untangled her hands and brought them to Willow’s cheeks, gently pulling the girl back. She eventually slid them into the soft red hair and wrapped her arms around Willow’s neck. A few seconds later, Tara began to intensify the kiss and move her lips more; opening and closing her mouth against Willow’s, taking the lead as they began to develop a rhythm.
Willow instantly relaxed, feeling relieved when Tara took over. Her hands were still on Tara’s knees, where her friend had left them and when Tara opened her mouth and offered Willow her tongue, Willow couldn’t resist giving them a squeeze.
Tara was pleased when her friend immediately accepted the offer and she slid her tongue effortlessly into Willow’s mouth; completely engulfed by a sudden rush of earth shattering desire.
Their tongues dueled for several long moments before coming to a natural stopping point. They pulled apart, just far enough to look into each other’s eyes and smile contentedly.
Willow was the first to break the silence, having finally regained the ability to string words together after the mind-blowing kiss. “That was...”
“Amazing,” Tara breathed. “Can...can we do that again?” She asked, tentatively.
“Uh huh,” Willow replied, in a Tara induced haze. Never in a million years did she think Tara would
want to continue, but she was most definitely not going to argue the point.
by zampsa19752001 » Sun Jan 06, 2013 3:45 am 
is coming, but I know it won't be too soon....
and tara smoochies. WOOHOO