Lol Now I’ve decided to write a fic too lol It’s a smutfic
At least I hope it will turn out as one 
lol and it is my first fic ever so please be gentle Thanks to Angel, who encouraged me to write a fic
love you muchly 
Oh and of course I don’t own Willow or Tara or any other character appearing, I guess they are owned by Joss and ME and all those big Companies… They are not mine
Oh lol and I want to apologize for possible grammar errors since English is not my mother tongue
And I’m still learning -------------------------
A good girl
Part 1
„Baby, I’m back! “ Willow tried to shut the door and gave it a little kick as it refused to close. “Damn thing” she muttered. Pulling off her green jacket she shouted: “Tara, I think we will have to let Xander come over and check the door, it won’t lock!” As Willow made her way to the fridge she wondered why there was still no answer. “Hey honey, I’m back! Sweetie?” Nothing. She pulled the fridge open and looked for the milk. “Hey honey, me back and all exhausted from that meeting with that Computer Company and you’re not coming to see me?” Willow waited some seconds. “Hey, your tired girlfriend could need some snuggles now!”
There was still no noise except for the sound Willow caused with pouring the milk into a glass. Quickly Willow sipped at the white liquid and went to the Summer’s living room searching for a sign of her girlfriend. No Tara, not even a sight of anybody in the house. ‘Where is everybody? And where is Tara?’ she asked herself. Willow put down her glass on the table and put her hands on her hips. She was getting nervous because Tara actually had said she would wait for Willow so the both of them could go out tonight. But with a Taraless house that was kind of impossible. And a Taraless house was a bad house. Willow didn’t like to live in a bad house as Willow was a good girl.
She rushed up the stairs, hoping that she would find the blonde here. She didn’t think about Buffy or Dawn, no, those two got along on their own perfectly. And it wasn’t about Tara not getting along on her own; she could get along on her own but it was about Willow missing Tara so much. Willow ran to the bathroom, getting more nervous with every second passing by. ‘Maybe Tara got sick and can’t get up on her own. I need to help her’ She poked her head into the bathroom. “Baby, are you here?” The bathroom was empty, except for a lot of red roses scattered on the floor and… there was hot water in the bathtub…. And the whole room smelled like lavender. ‘Who did that?’ she wondered. ‘Oh my god, there was a demon in here, taking a bath before kidnapping Tara! Oh my god!’ “TARA!” she screamed. “Tara!” Willow went almost flying through the hall; on her way to her own bedroom she checked Buffy’s and Dawn’s room for a sign of Tara. But of course there was none. Willow was almost crying. Desperately and bravely she kicked the door to her own room open, prepared for the worst, expecting a demon bowing over an unconscious Tara.
But instead there was one sentence, spoken huskily and with low voice. “What’s wrong Willow…?” Tara, lying on the bed, was obvious to the fact that her now stunned looking girlfriend almost had been crying in worry about her but she couldn’t give in now if she wanted to keep playing. “Tara, I, I…” Willow was about to rush over to Tara, feeling the need to kiss, to touch and to love Tara and just to celebrate the ‘return’ of her girlfriend. But Tara lifted her right hand and said firmly “Stop, Willow” even before Willow could touch her girlfriend once. Willow stopped and looked puzzled at the blonde. Tara licked her lips before speaking. Oh, those lips. Willow would kill anything and anybody if she just could taste them now. “Were you in a hurry, Willow?” ‘Oh my god, husky Tara voice.’ Silently Willow nodded. “Were you looking for me?” Tara continued. Once again Willow nodded. “Were you looking for me because you missed me?” This was getting better and better. Willow nodded a third time, still feeling puzzled and dizzy. ‘Her voice is intoxicating’ Willow thought. “And what did you miss the most?” Willow felt like she finally was able to get out some real words and she was about to say “you” but Tara whispered “Take a look at me Willow…” and only now Willow noticed what Tara was wearing and how she sat there. How she sat there for Willow. Tara was wearing a black see-through nightgown, covering only the tiniest parts of her body. Under the silk fabric there was a black bra to see. And she only wore a tiny black slip, covering her most intimate parts. Her back leaned against the wall she sat upright, her left hand was resting on her collarbone, her other hand was drawing small circles on her right thigh. She had lifted her legs a little and leaned them against each other, slightly hiding her centre. Curious Tara looked at Willow; she watched amused Willow’s audible gulps as Tara’s sight finally hit her mind fully. ‘Note, Willow likes it’ Tara thought. Then this night wouldn’t be a problem.
“Willow, are you in the mood to play?”
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Hope you liked
So far, ahem...
–Viv-You wanna know what my new last name is?
Forgetful... and its the invention of my English teacher....
just for karen
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, can´t wait to see how the play will go on
lol and I guess I’m even more since this isn’t as much as I wanted to post today actually 
But I want you to have at least an update so I post this part lol it’s still not that much cos I haven’t really had time today for writing lol and writing that stuff is hard as hell 
I'm really lookin' forward to the next bit 
at: 12/28/03 1:53 am
