Missed Chances

lemons

Rating: R, soon I promise

Couples: W/T

Spoilers: No spoilers just my own make believe world that I control

Archiving: Sure, why not?

Feedback: I could go for that.

Disclaimer: Alas, these characters don't belong to me. But if they were I could several naughty things with them, oops stop fantasizing!











Chapter 1





Willow could not believe her good fortune, not only had the hacker found a penny on the ground, but she also had begun following a trail of money down the hall of her dorm. Shiny things always caught her attention, so when she reached down to pick up her newly found fortune; she could not help see the glint of coins leading down the hall. So far, in the first several feet she had picked up a couple of dimes, five or six nickels, various other pennies, and as luck would have it a newly minted Connecticut quarter. It really was her lucky day, she thought to herself.



After picking up the quarter she realized that the trail of money had gone cold. All told, she had increased her fortune by almost one whole dollar. She was not one to look a gift horse in the mouth so she gleefully pocketed the loot and proceeded down the corridor. Just as Willow was rounding the corner, a solid object met her body abruptly. She caught sight of a wisp of honey blonde hair as she fell backward to the cement floor.



Willow’s head met the concrete with a clatter; the sound was akin to a soccer ball being bounced on pavement. The noise echoed through the empty hallway. She had almost lost consciousness, but had somehow managed to avert a blackout. Shaking her head vigorously, she opened her eyes finding that her vision was still blurred. All she could manage to discern in front of her was hair the color of fresh honey. That couldn’t be right, she thought. One more shake should do it then I open my eyes and see perfectly clear, she assured herself.



Slowly, Willow, took the chance, and peeked out of one eye to see if the coast was clear. Nope, still honey. Maybe, she had entered an alternate dimension by being conked to the ground. I have had about enough of this, she determined. At that thought, she opened her clear, green eyes wide as if to mock the world around her and say you thought you had me, didn’t you. Well, you can’t beat Willow Rosenberg down. I am an excellent hacker, valued slayerette, and would be badass Wicca!



Nothing could have prepared Willow for the sight that befell her as her eyes flung open. The angelic sight of the most beautiful woman she had ever seen. The woman was leaning over Willow’s prone body with her eyes closed tightly, fighting back tears. Great Willow, now you’ve done it, she thinks your dead, she surmised. The woman’s body shuddered slightly as if holding the tears in took every ounce of strength in her body.



Willow wanted to reach out and touch the beauty, or at least the honey blond hair. She could hear the girl whimpering quietly and knew she had to make some move to prove she still walked with the living. Slowly, she reached out, palms sweaty, fingers a bit unsteady and made contact with the first body part she could manage.



Feeling something soft and warm press against her arm, the woman looked open and showed Willow the clearest, bluest eyes she had ever seen. She did not know how she knew, but she knew the woman’s name.



“Willow, are you alright?”



And evidently, this goddess knew hers as well.



End Chapter 1

Edited by: xita  at: 12/29/02 7:57:57 pm

Oh I'm first to post!! I love it with the whole name knowing. Don't tell me Willow was right with the whole getting sent in another dimension for getting hit on the head cause that's just weird. Update soon though.

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Passion is the source of our finest moments. The joy of love, the clarity of hatred, and the ecstacy of grief. It hurts sometimes more than we can bare. If we can live without passion maybe we'd know some peace. But we'd be hollow, empty rooms, shuttered, and dank, With out passion we'd truly be dead. Angel in "Passion"

Missed Chances

lemons

Rating: R, soon I promise

Couples: W/T

Spoilers: No spoilers just my own make believe world that I control

Archiving: Sure, why not?

Feedback: I could go for that.

Disclaimer: Alas, these characters don't belong to me. But if they were I could several naughty things with them, oops stop fantasizing!





Chapter 2





“Tara, I mean I think you’re Tara, right?! I don’t exactly know how I know that, but I do. You just seemed to have a Tara shaped form. Tara shape is good, so if you aren’t Tara, then you should be.” Willow cursed herself inwardly for the babble mode she instinctively went into.



“Y-Yes, I’m Tara. And you are Willow, now how did I know that?” Tara racked the recesses of her brain trying to find an explanation why she knew this gentle, slight woman’s name. But she could find none.



After what seemed to be the longest of awkward moments Willow began to get up. This of course was difficult with the Tara goddess practically on top of her. As she began to shift, both girls realized at once that Willow still had her hand resting on the sleeve of Tara’s pale green peasant top. Willow’s blush began to run slowly up her neck until it reached her cheeks, only to become deeper as she angled her eyes up to meet Tara’s face.



“I-I’m sorry, I d-didn’t mean to knock you down like that.” Tara stated in the lowest of tones, “I guess I just wasn’t watching where I w-was going.” As she lifted herself from atop Willow’s frame she reached a hand out to help the red haired beauty from the ground.



The hand in front of her seemed foreign at first to Willow. She couldn’t get why Tara would be reaching for her, then she realized Tara just wanted to get her off the floor. A small smile crept to her lips as she reached tentatively for the slender hand.



As Willow’s hand met Tara’s both girls could feel a jolt of energy pass between them. At the moment when palm hit palm, neither girl was prepared for what they each would see.





Willow



Willow found herself surrounded by bluebonnets as far as her eyes could see. She was afraid to get up, but felt compelled to search out this new territory, find a rational explanation for her circumstance. As she sat forward on her knees, she realized that she was no longer the adult Willow she had been. Her mind raced as she stretched her fingers out before her.



The short, grubby nails were that of child. Judging from the dirt and calluses, evidently one who liked to dig in the ground and climb trees. She was dressed very plainly in what seemed to be a homemade dress made of a durable fabric that could withstand even the harshest treatment. She wore no shoes. Willow felt compelled to see if she was just a smaller version of herself or if this was a whole new visage.



From the distance she could faintly make out someone yelling. The sound was carried on the wind to her ears.



”Elizabeth!” The voice seemed to say.



“Elizabeth Mae! Where are you child?” The voice belonged to a woman. And even though she was yelling she didn’t seem angry, just a bit impatient. Willow started walking toward the sound of the voice. As she passed through the field of wild bluebonnets she began to feel a certain sense of peace and harmony with everything around her. She knew she would be all right.



As Willow approached the voice she saw a large, rambling house with a wrap around porch. It seemed to have fallen in some disrepair and she wondered about the people who lived there.



Suddenly, from her left, Willow saw a woman approaching her. “Elizabeth Mae! I have been callin’ you for an eternity. What have I told you about wandering around by yourself?”



Willow felt someone else talking as her lips began to move. “Not to do it, Mama, but I was just out by the flowers. I’m sorry.”



“Well, just don’t let it happen again, child. Now you get to the barn, you got cows to milk.”



“Yes, Mama.”





Tara



The jolt of energy had overwhelmed Tara’s body. She had never felt such a surge go through her, not even when she was working on a ritual or spell. She was about to ask for guidance from the goddess when she realized that she was no longer in her world.



As she came to this discovery she felt something in her hand, and then felt coldness surrounding her fingers. Not only cold, but wet as well. As she looked down she didn’t recognize the hand that stretched out from her body. The arm was much shorter than her own and was the color of coffee with just a bit of cream mixed in. And that unfamiliar hand held a small tin cup. The cup was submerged in a bucket of what seemed to be fresh milk.



Tara realized that her mouth did feel very dry and her stomach felt as if she had not eaten in days. She heard voices outside of her place next to the bucket and they were coming toward her. She pulled the cup from the pail and drank it greedily, she wanted to reach in once more, but knew she couldn’t chance being caught. Something told her she was not supposed to be in this place, it looked like a barn. And from the sounds of horses and cows she assumed that is exactly where she had found herself transported.



The voices finally made it just outside the barn. A little girl about her age was coming inside carrying a bucket. She wasn’t carrying it as much as swinging it from side to side and all around her small frame. She was lightly humming to herself as she crossed over to a large cow bursting with milk.



Tara knew she couldn’t hide forever.

One word to describe this.....strange but I'm getting kinda intrested. What's next?



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Passion is the source of our finest moments. The joy of love, the clarity of hatred, and the ecstacy of grief. It hurts sometimes more than we can bare. If we can live without passion maybe we'd know some peace. But we'd be hollow, empty rooms, shuttered, and dank, With out passion we'd truly be dead. Angel in "Passion"

Well, I am not sure how I feel about my fic being strange, but oh well! I guess I am taking a bit to draw out the nuances of the story. So let me be strange then...he, he, he...I will update soon, then you will surely be hooked!



lemons

YAY!!!!



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Passion is the source of our finest moments. The joy of love, the clarity of hatred, and the ecstacy of grief. It hurts sometimes more than we can bare. If we can live without passion maybe we'd know some peace. But we'd be hollow, empty rooms, shuttered, and dank, With out passion we'd truly be dead. Angel in "Passion"

I like your fic, but I have to admit I did get a little confused when reading the second part but I can't wait to read the next part

tiger17: I am still figuring out how to used the EzCodes so the transition in the second part did seem a bit choppy. Working on it though!

Okay, I'm intrigued. Hope to see an update soon.

Adding up the total of a love that's true, multiply life by the power of two
Indigo Girls

Missed Chances

lemons

Rating: Still haven't gotten to R, this is mostly just g stuff, I promised there will be plenty of R later.

Couples: W/T

Spoilers: No spoilers just my own make believe world that I control

Archiving: Sure, why not?

Feedback: I could go for that.

Disclaimer: Alas, these characters don't belong to me. But if they were I could several naughty things with them, oops stop fantasizing!









Chapter 3





Willow fell back down to the ground as she pulled her hand away from Tara’s hand. She couldn’t imagine that any of what she had just experienced could be in any way real. She looked up toward Tara and saw that the woman still seemed to be in a trance. Willow climbed to her feet and tentatively reached out toward the catatonic woman. Just as she was about to make contact with Tara’s shoulder, Tara’s eyes seem to regain their focus and Willow pulled her hand back. She looked over at Willow, her cheeks flushed and her mouth was trying to form words, but no sound was coming out.



“It’s alright, Tara, you are okay…” Willow tried to reassure her finally making contact with her hand to Tara’s shoulder. Tara leaned into the touch wanting to just lose herself in Willow, somehow knowing that Willow would make this all be all right. As Willow moved and closed the space between them Tara met Willow’s gaze and said, “Has that ever happened to you before?”



“So, I’m not crazy,” Willow responded,” you saw the flowers and field, too. And the woman telling me to do my chores.”



“No, I didn’t see any flowers, I was in a barn. But a little girl came, she was going to milk the cows…it was you, Willow, it was you! The woman, she said your name, Elizabeth something…”



“Elizabeth Mae, that’s what she called me. I answered her, but it was like I couldn’t control what I was saying. I felt like a visitor in the girl’s body, but a part of her. Like I had mixed with her essence or something,” Willowed stated.



Taking it all in Tara said what they both had been wondering. “How do you know my name, Willow? How do I know you? I-I mean I shouldn’t know who you are, I h-haven’t seen you before.” Tara said.



“I haven’t seen you either, but I feel like I know everything about you just from looking in your eyes. Especially, after holding your hand and having that astral projection thingy type experience. I mean, how many people knock you down in the hall, only to help you up and take you out of your body. I think you would probably answer not many, but then I wouldn’t want to answer for you, ‘cause like we just met and all, but I feel kinda like my soul would know you anywhere.” At that last admission Willow ducked her down so Tara couldn’t see the emotions playing across her face.



“That is so cute, I mean, you babble. But I understood every single word.” Tara desperately wanted the cute redhead to look back into her eyes, so she could see where her future might lay.



Willow was trying to find a way to transition out of the awkwardness of the situation, but she didn’t want to lose this woman. And of course, her mind had already started working overtime on what could be happening to them, how to get to the bottom of it, and what spells she could use to figure out the connection she luckily had with this Tara goddess.



“I s-should get going, I was just going to my room to get homework for my next class.” Tara said with little conviction. The last thing she wanted to do was walk away from Willow.



“Oh…well, I guess I should go to, “ Willow hoped and prayed that Tara would change her mind and decide to spend just a bit more time next to her, “but we could meet later, I mean we should investigate what’s going on here, I mean you can’t just hit and run me.” Willow couldn’t suppress a small giggle at her joke.



Neither could Tara. Laughing openly she said, “Can you meet me at my dorm around eight tonight. It is the third door on the right down this hall.” Realizing the closeness the to still had to one another physically, Willow looked past where Tara was pointing to see a door with little cutouts of faeries taped to it.



So she is my little faerie, thought Willow. They agreed to meet late, both girls going their separate ways, knowing instintinctivey that the other would always be near.

Yay again!! More update



(I'm a women of not many words unlike Willow)



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Passion is the source of our finest moments. The joy of love, the clarity of hatred, and the ecstacy of grief. It hurts sometimes more than we can bare. If we can live without passion maybe we'd know some peace. But we'd be hollow, empty rooms, shuttered, and dank, With out passion we'd truly be dead. Angel in "Passion"

Huh? Is there some logic here that people just haven't told me about? Bizarre, but loving the story anyway, can't wait to see where you're going with this one!

WILLOW: Where would you go? If you felt lost
and alone? Where would you go?

TARA: To you.

Things will become clear within the next few updates, just stay with me.



lemons

Ok it was a bit of a noodle scratcher to start with then things became slightly clearer lol. Wonderfully written though and I will definately be keeping up with this story Oh I can be such a suck sometimes



Aly xxxx

You all didnt happen to do a bunch of drugs did ya?

This is very good! Kinda confusing but its gonna get clearer soon, right? I am enjoying it, can't wait 4 more!



~Ashley~

Willow: We can come by between classes. Usually I use that time to copy over my class notes with a system of different colored pens. But it's been pointed out to me that that's, you know... insane.
Tara: I said quirky.

Missed Chances

lemons

Rating: Still G

Couples: W/T

Spoilers: No spoilers just my own make believe world that I control

Archiving: Sure, why not?

Feedback: I could go for that.

Disclaimer: Alas, these characters don't belong to me. But if they were I could several naughty things with them, oops stop fantasizing!





Chapter 4



Tara had hardly paid attention in her class, Art History usually held her attention, but not this afternoon. She kept trying to place where she had meet the redhead before. She couldn’t have just known who she was out of the blue. Something in the back of her mind was telling her that it was much more than just recognizing Willow. When Tara first rounded that corner and crashed down on Willow, she had felt very embarrassed. She was not at all surprised at herself for running into someone; she made a habit of looking down as she walked.



Crashing into Willow had happened so fast, but once Willow hit the ground, Tara had looked at the prone woman and lost her breath. She was beautiful, even halfway unconscious; Tara had never seen anyone so attractive. After a minute of just staring in wonder she bent to help the woman and it came to her. Willow. She didn’t understand why that word was in her mind, and almost on her lips, but she knew it was right.



And Willow knew her name, too. Then they had held hands and gone somewhere else. But where had they gone? Tara thought she might know. But she didn’t want Willow to think she was crazy, so she hadn’t said anything to her then. But maybe tonight. Tara couldn’t believe that Willow was meeting her tonight. Of course, it was just to figure out what had happened, but how could they not be at least friends after this experience. Not everyone goes dimensional when they touch someone else.



So many questions. As the class was letting out she thought she should hurry back to her dorm room and look up information on the theory that was forming in her mind. She hoped Willow wouldn’t freak if she came out to her as a Wiccan. Tara had always been very proud of her religion, but knew that not everyone was as open. She had just read about a young girl who was expelled from her high school just for wearing her pentacle.



Her mother had always shown her how to respect the practice of Wicca and the reasons behind it. It was more than just the threefold rule; it was also that all things are in balance and flux. Maybe Willow was her balance. Could she even hope for that?



As Tara looked up from the books spread around her on the bed she realized that it was almost eight o’clock. Willow would be here soon. At the thought of Willow being in her room, Tara’s stomach began to feel jumpy, her fingers started tingling, and she could already feel the blush creeping onto her cheeks. If I get this way before she’s even here, what will I be like once she’s inside, Tara thought.



Before she could think anymore about being nervous she heard a tentative knock on the door. Tara ran across the room, trying to keep her breathing even, and opened the door. All she could see was two little hands holding about twenty books. Atop the books balanced precariously was a brown paper bag. Tara was about to offer to lighten the load when a Willow head peeked out from behind the left side of the stack.



“Hey, Tara, I thought we might want to look up some stuff, so I brought some light reading.”



“Light reading, huh, well let me take some of that light reading from you, “Tara said to Willow with an impish grin. This girl was something else, she thought.



Willow looked over at the bed. “I see you have been doing some reading yourself,” she stated.



“Not as light as what you brought I’m afraid, but I think I may have a theory into what happened to us.”



As Willow placed her half of the books on the floor she remarked,” I thought we might need refreshments for our researchiness, so I brought mochas. Do you like mochas?”



“MmmmHmmm, yes please,” Tara said, “You are the best Willow.”



As the two girls settled down to research, they both began to notice that the other’s taste in books was quite similar. Neither said a word, it was just one more thing they had in common. Tara was relieved that she had found a fellow Wiccan on campus, and she was started to think from what she had been reading a soul mate.



“So, are you gonna share your theory with me?” Willow asked.



“W-well, W-willow, what do you know about reincarnation?” Tara asked Willow quietly.

now that's just plain evil



you can't leave it there - I order you to write more NOW



ok now we have that clear - lol



I love this tale, you have a very easy writing style - I just wish the updates were a little longer - no sooner have I settled down for a long read and you cliffhanger *pout*



please update soon



B

"Dude! like you're getting in the Boob light alright!" - AB Stuff photoshoot

All getting clearer now!! More Please!

Willow: We can come by between classes. Usually I use that time to copy over my class notes with a system of different colored pens. But it's been pointed out to me that that's, you know... insane.
Tara: I said quirky.

you left it there.........you can't do that...oh...wait.....you can huh?



update soon!! PLEASE!!!!!!!!



ICE

I am going to sit down at the computer and write much much more tonight. It has taken me a while to get up to speed with the story in my head, so sorry kittens, if I have been a tease!



lemons

Aww your just evil...and mean. But I can't beat you to death with a shovel because then who'll finish the story?? Hope you update soon again.



-Trinity-

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Passion is the source of our finest moments. The joy of love, the clarity of hatred, and the ecstacy of grief. It hurts sometimes more than we can bare. If we can live without passion maybe we'd know some peace. But we'd be hollow, empty rooms, shuttered, and dank, With out passion we'd truly be dead. ANGEL in "Passion"

See all disclaimers from beginning of fic.



And please don't beat me to death with a shovel. This one is a bit longer, but not by much. I will post more tomorrow.



Chapter 5



As Tara asked Willow about reincarnation something began to click in Willow’s mind. Maybe that is what they were experiencing. Could the answer be that simple? Realizing that she had a distant, blank expression on her face, Willow began to respond to Tara’s question.



“I have read a lot about reincarnation in my study of Wicca, but I haven’t, you know, personally experienced it.”



“Neither have I,” Tara replied, “but after you left and I went to class, I started thinking about all the possible reasons for us to have shared what we did. Reincarnation seems to fit best.”



“I guess that cuts down on the research then, goody more time for mochas, “ Willow said gleefully.



“N-not necessarily, I mean, we don’t know why it h-happened. I mean to us specifically. Most people, even if they believe in reincarnation, never get to experience a past life,” Tara replied, knocking down Willow’s joy a notch.



Tara went further to explain about other belief systems that had a notion of reincarnation incorporated into their structure. And also about Buddhism, which structure relies on the idea that what we do in this life affects our future lives. Willow sat on Tara’s bed taking this all in. She knew she should be listening more closely, but all she could think about was how the twinkle lights in the room danced in Tara’s hair. She felt that she knew this woman, inside and out, and if it was reincarnation then so be it.



“…so, I would like to try something and see if we can find out a little bit more about our past lives, it might explain how I feel so connected to you, I-I mean how come we know who the other is, if that’s okay,” Tara finished speaking looking directly at Willow for the first time that night.



“Huh, oh, I’m sorry, Tara, I was, well, of course I was listening, I just got a little distracted by your hair. The lights in your hair, not that there are lights in your hair, because that wouldn’t make any sense. What I am trying to say is the lights in your room make your hair seem so warm, and touchable.” Oh Goddess, did I just say all that out loud, thought Willow.



“Y-you can touch it if you like, Willow. I wouldn’t mind,” Tara said sweetly.



As Willow brought her hand from where it rested in her lap, Tara inched closer to allow Willow access to her hair. Tentatively, Willow touched the wisps at the end of Tara’s hair, rolling it around her palm reverently. So soft, she thought. She then inched a bit higher up Tara’s locks to just below her ear. Willow brushed the hair behind Tara’s ear so she could se her face better. In doing so her knuckles made the slightest contact with Tara’s cheek. Tiny sparks of energy emanated from her fingertips as she turned her hand over to cup Tara’s cheek. As she molded her hand to Tara’s face she felt the familiar surge of energy and blasted back through time.





This time Willow found herself behind what seemed to be a general store. Before she couldn’t see what she looked like, but this time she saw her reflection in the glass of the store’s back door. And what she found she could never have expected. Willow looked into the glass, but a tall, lanky boy of about seventeen looked back at her. He had his hair greased back into a ducktail and the largest black eyeglasses she had ever seen. She remembered looking through pictures of her parents when they were young and her father wore the same kind of glasses. So she must have arrived sometime in the 1950’s. She also wore a plain, white t-shirt, jeans rolled up at the cuff, and some big black boots.



Maybe, I’m a rebel, she thought. She wandered round to the front of the store to see if she could find out what year it was. As she walked through the door, the chime above it sounded. Not very covert, huh? She strolled casually through the store picking up small items along the way, to fit in a bit more naturally. As she reached the back of the store she saw an old fashioned soda fountain. Well, I guess that would be new fashioned around here, she thought.



As she sat down at the counter, she saw the prettiest girl turn from getting ice cream for a customer and look straight at her, or more like into her. The girl started to walk over and Willow saw she had the cutest, little poodle skirt and matching tight, tight, let me say again, tight sweater. The poodle had a clear, almost translucent blue eye. As Willow looked from the poodle to the girl she realized that the girl’s eyes matched the poodle. Her black hair was pulled back into a ponytail and as she got closer she could see that she had Tara’s smile. Thinking about Tara made her happy, I wonder if I will be able to find her, she thought.



The girl had reached Willow by this time and she thought about what she should order when the girl whispered, “Willow, W-willow, is that you?”



“Tara, Oh my Goddess, Tara, I am so glad I found you. I wasn’t sure what I was going to do.”



“So this makes at least two lives in which we have known each other, I think we are supposed to be friends, huh?” Stated Tara with a sly grin.



“In this body, I think we are more than friends. You feel it right, that pull toward each other, don’t you,” Willow hoped upon hope that she wasn’t wrong.



“Sure, but I thought that was us in our present lives, not just in these. I just assumed that because I was attracted to you as Willow, I would be so in any shape or form you came in.,” Tara said with a lot of bravery on the outside, but a thumping heart inside.



Tara had put her cards out on the table, now all she had to do was see how Willow felt.



And just as suddenly as they entered their pasts, they were pulled from them as Willow and Tara heard a knock upon Tara’s present day door. Willow jerked her hand away from Tara’s face, remembering everything she had just experienced. And the admissions both girls had made.



Willow wasn’t sure what to do, should she just be bold and ask Tara for a date. She hadn’t dated women before, not that they weren’t an option, but there just weren’t any before.



Tara pulled herself away from her bed and Willow to answer the door. She didn’t recognize the petite, blonde at her door.



“Hey, you must be Tara, I’m looking for Willow. I’m Buffy, is Willow around?



Before Tara could answer, Willow had sprung from the bed instantly beside her at the door.



“Hey Buffy, this is Tara, Tara, Buffy? What’s up, trouble brewin’. Need a slayerette? Cause you know I am always willing to help, helpful gal, that’s me,” Willow rambled on nervously.



“Chill, Wills, chill. The scoobies need research gal right now. So I am here to be your escort. I hope you don’t mind, Tara.” Buffy said offhandedly.



“N-n-no, go, your friends need you. I’ll see you around.”



“Thanks, Tara,” Willow said betraying no emotion in her voice.





As Tara shut the door she knew she had shared too much. Willow wasn’t going to come back around. She had blown it. She turned from the door to go back to her bed when she heard another knock on her door. Boy, am I popular tonight, she thought.



As she opened the door, Willow was standing there nearly out of breath.



“I told Buffy I forgot research books here, can’t very well be researchy gal without those now can I?” Willow had a big, broad grin on her face.



“No, you can’t” Tara replied a little mystified that Willow had in fact returned. Willow breezed past her, retrieved her books and walked back over to the door where Tara was still standing.



“Oh, Tara, since our destinies seemed to be intertwined would you go on a date with tomorrow evening? Willow asked with an almost childlike innocence.



“I would love to, Willow, “ Tara replied.



“Great, be ready at seven and I will be here for our date.” Then Willow leaned in letting her mouth hover just next to Tara’s ear, “And just think if holding hands, and caressing your cheek sends us into past lives, imagine what kissing will be like.”



And with that Willow was on her way, leaving Tara blushing and fantasizing already.

That was a nice long update! I like where this story is going!And great Willow babble!



Gwen

"I try to take one day at a time, but sometimes several days attack me at once."

Hehehe Willow is such a tease. Love the update and hope for more soon!!



-Trinity-

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Passion is the source of our finest moments. The joy of love, the clarity of hatred, and the ecstacy of grief. It hurts sometimes more than we can bare. If we can live without passion maybe we'd know some peace. But we'd be hollow, empty rooms, shuttered, and dank, With out passion we'd truly be dead. ANGEL in "Passion"

woo hoo



threats work! excellent!

another wonderful update - can't wait for the next



waiting shovel in hand - keep it up - lol



B

"Dude! like you're getting in the Boob light alright!" - AB Stuff photoshoot

See Disclaimers at begining of story



Chapter 6



Willow awoke the next morning with a mission. She had a date with Tara, and if her instincts were right, this date would change her life. Tara would change her life. Willow had thought that after Oz left she would never be interested in love again. He had hurt her so badly that she didn’t know how to repair the hole he had left inside her. But Oz and all of the things that had happened between them seemed so distant now.



She scanned the dorm room finding Buffy still asleep. Well, let her sleep a while longer, thought Willow, she will need all her energy for what I have planned today. Willow grabbed her toiletry bag and headed for the showers.



A few minutes later Buffy awoke to Willow typing furiously on her laptop.



“Hey, Will, what’s the what?” Buffy asked her friend. Though she couldn’t imagine Willow heard her she seemed so deep in concentration. “Earth to Willow, yoo hoo, Will!” Buffy tried a little bit more animatedly swinging her arms in front of Willow’s face for effect.



“Oh, sorry, Buff, just making a detailed list of all the items I will need for my date tonight,” Willow looked at Buffy with a smile that could melt the coldest heart. Buffy hadn’t seen this side of Willow since Oz had left.



“You have a date, that’s great, Will, who is he?”



“He is Tara, which makes her a she. And I have so much to do and I want your help. Can I have your help today, please, please, and maybe your mom could help too.” Willow pleaded with Buffy, barely allowing the slayer to realize that Willow was not going out with a boy, but a girl.



“Gee, Wills, way to overwhelm a girl. So you like this Tara, I mean        `, you know, you are physically attracted to her?”



“Every time I see her I get this little knot in my stomach, and then she starts talking to me and the knot becomes a million butterflies, so do you think that qualifies as attraction?” Willow stated emphatically.



“It does in my book, yea, Willow, with the girl on girl stuff. I could have gone that way you know.” In her enthusiasm Buffy let that tidbit slip.



“Yeah, I know, with Faith. Everybody knew Buffy, actually we thought maybe you had, but then Faith went all evil. It really is too bad, even though I stand by thinking she is skanky, she was skanky AND hot!”



Buffy couldn’t believe the conversation she and Willow were having. It had been so long since they connected with each other. Now they were doing so over the hotness of women. It felt good and Buffy knew she wanted to help Willow win the girl any way she could.



“So what are your plans for me and my mom, Willow? How do we help you with your date?” Buffy asked not knowing how her mom could possibly fit into all of this.









Tara had spent most of her day musing about Willow. What would they do on their date, how should she dress, where would Willow take her? Is the straight girl just getting carried away with herself? Will she break Tara’s heart when she tells her that she isn’t gay, she just likes Tara. From the look of it last night Willow freaked pretty hard when her friend showed up. And she did ask her out away from her friend so no one would have to know. So many questions and the only way Tara could get the answers was to wait until eight o’clock for Willow to come to her door.



As the hour approached Tara could think of nothing to wear. Should she go casual, try the sexy vixen look, what would look good to Willow. Of course, she could care less what Willow had on, she looked edible in anything.



Tara finally decided on a loose fitting peasant top and jeans. She thought that even though she was morbidly shy she did have at least one attribute she could show off to Willow. So she made sure the top accentuated her cleavage. Maybe she could gauge Willow’s real interest by testing her affinity for breasts.



Deep down under all of the nervousness Tara instinctively knew that Willow was meant to be hers. She wasn’t afraid of it, she just wasn’t sure if Willow had the same feeling. It was almost as if someone or something was pushing them together and saying move it or lose it ladies, time’s a wastin’.



She had no more time to contemplate such deep thoughts as she heard the knock upon her door. As she opened her door, she saw Willow, said hi very quickly and moved to turn off the soft, Indian music she had playing.



Before she could turn back to Willow, she heard Willow say very low, “You can leave it on, Tara, we aren’t going anywhere.”



Surprised Tara turned back to Willow noticing she was dressed in a form fitting tank shirt and blue jeans. As she scanned her body, she also noticed that Willow was carrying a picnic basket covered by a Mexican blanket.



As their eyes met, Tara’s reflected surprise and trust. “I thought we could stay in and get to know each other a little more. I have everything we need for a date, so is this okay? But I understand if you want to be somewhere public. We really don’t know each other that well and all.” Willow’s babble made Tara giggle like a little girl.



“Come in, Willow, I think staying here is an excellent idea,” Tara encouraged her new friend and someday lover.



Willow came in the room, setting the basket down next to Tara’s bed. She then wasted no time in setting up their date from the contents of the basket. She unfolded the blanket, laying it down in the center of the room. Tara went to assist, but was motioned away. Willow wanted to wait on her tonight and that was fine by Tara.



From the basket Willow placed two plates, silverware, napkins, and wine glasses onto the blanket. “I wasn’t sure if you drank or not, so I bought some sparkling grape juice, and I realized I didn’t know what you liked to eat or if you had any dietary restrictions, so I made you vegan, spinach lasagna. Well, I didn’t really make it, Buffy’s mom did, but I helped.” Willow seemed extremely nervous, Tara wanted to wrap her arms around her and let her know that right now she felt like the most precious being on the planet. Tara had never had anyone cook for her, even by proxy.



Willow was still pulling items out of the basket as Tara looked on. To crystal candle holders with two vibrantly colored candles were placed in the middle of the feast. Willow noticed that Tara was just staring at her, so she pulled out he ice cream to show her. Tara’s eyes crinkled as she smiled at Willow, happier than she had ever been in her life.



With the blanket set for dinner, they began to eat, drink, and talk about the past day they had shared. Willow seemed to talk more, Tara always more shy than most. After dinner they rinsed the plates and put everything back in the basket.



Tara began to show Willow some of her spell books and they spoke a while about their common religion. They spoke of everything except the draw that they both felt for one another. Willow was afraid she would spook Tara away from her, Tara in turn, was worried that she would get her heart broken by this wonderful woman.

Time sped by and neither noticed. Tara was busy showing Willow the art of origami. So far Tara had made many animals, and Willow had mad crumpled paper.



“Oh, Tara, I will never get this! It just doesn’t make any sense!”



“Willow, let’s try it again, just fold this piece over like so,” Tara said patiently.



“I am trying, but…oh! I just can’t do it.” And with that Willow ripped up her version of a bird and playfully flung the pieces toward Tara. As Willow leaned closer to Tara, just inches away from her face, Tara said, “ Why, Willow, are you flirting with me?”



She was caught; no way around it Willow was busted. “You aren’t supposed to bust my move like that. I was trying to be stealthy.” Willow gave a pout toward Tara and it was too much for the girl to resist. In a moment, Tara had pounced on Willow. She brought her lips down hard on Willow’s and found no resistance. As she parted her lips, Willow slipped her tongue against Tara’s and both felt the surge of energy go through their bodies.





This time however, they found themselves in a different place, but in their own bodies and walking hand in hand.



“Tara, where are we?” Willow asked in wonder.



“I think we are in the Summerland, my Willow.” Tara looked at Willow and smiled with all the love in the heart.



“How do we get home?” asked Willow.



For that question Tara had no answer.

great update. A little worried about where they are and how they're gonna get home...



patiently waiting for more

Oh I missed this update?? Bad me!! Oh well got to say I love it and can't wait for the next part. Funny about the short conversation about Faith.



-Trinity-

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Passion is the source of our finest moments. The joy of love, the clarity of hatred, and the ecstacy of grief. It hurts sometimes more than we can bare. If we can live without passion maybe we'd know some peace. But we'd be hollow, empty rooms, shuttered, and dank, With out passion we'd truly be dead. ANGEL in "Passion"

Got a chance to catch up on this.



but I feel kinda like my soul would know you anywhere Loved this in the midst of Willow's babble, which you write really well!



Interesting how Tara told Willow she was attracted to her when she wasn't "her" per se. It had great consequences though! Wonderful how Buffy didn't react badly to Willow's date. That's as it should be. Best friends should be supportive.



The date was lovely, but where in the frilly heck are they?

Adding up the total of a love that's true, multiply life by the power of two
Indigo Girls

Chapter 7





Willow had begun to get very nervous as she realized that Tara didn’t know how to get them home. Willow kept trying to break their link with her mind, but it was to no avail. They seemed to be trapped in this beautiful place.



As they walked along they could see the brilliance of the sky, feel the lightness of the wind, and moistness of the earth beneath their bare feet. Willow realized that they both wore ceremonial white robes. Each had intricate beadwork around the collar and the sleeves, the beads seem to be made of shell from the sea.



The more the duo walked, the more at peace Tara began to feel. She had always felt a bit uncomfortable in her own skin, believing that she was never enough, never enough for her family, for herself, or for someone to love. How could she be deserving of those things? She was simply Tara, a cast off, second-rate witch, who couldn’t get past her own stutter to complete a sentence.



But in this place she felt wholly alive. At peace with who she was and better than she had ever known she could be. She felt that some of what she was experiencing was due to her surroundings, but she knew that the rest of it was Willow. Being connected to this woman had made all the difference. The circuit had become complete. How many lifetimes had she spent trying to find this?



Tara had composed a theory as to what was happening to them. She just needed to keep Willow calm for the time being to test it out.



“Willow, nothing can hurt us here, we are in the land of eternal peace,” Tara said soothingly,” I will not let any harm come to you, and I will make sure we return to our plain safely. Can you trust me?”



“I trust you.”



“Willow, it will be just a few more miles before I can get us home. So hold tightly to my hand, and I will take care of you.”



Willow tightened her already firm grip on Tara’s hand. They walked along through grassy areas, then onto woods, passing by some hills. Tara could smell their destination on the breeze. The salt of the sea smell surrounded them; finally, she saw the water ahead.



As they both came to the shoreline the water began to swell and the winds picked up. Tara could feel Willow tense beside her and she turned to give the shaken woman her most loving smile.



“Remember, I will protect you.” Tara reassured Willow and her body began to relax.



As the sea died down, a figure began to rise out of the churning water. She was amazing, a dark skinned goddess, wrapped in the coral of the sea. At her feet in the water were dolphins, sea urchins, and all other many of sea life. She smiled down at Tara and Willow and began to speak in a singsong voice.



“My children, I am glad you have finally made your way to me. It has been a century spent trying to get the two of you together.”



”Why are we worth of you, Goddess Yemaya?” Tara asked reverently.



“You, my child, have in each lifetime picked the hardest path with the most to overcome. I had tried to make it easier for you in each, but you would have none of it. You even denied yourself your soul mate.”



“How could I have done such a thing?” Tara asked.



“It was the journey that intrigued you, not the adornments, but I see that you have finally allowed yourself the love you deserve.” The Goddess Yemaya looked then at Willow,” Tara, Willow is your other; the one you shall spend this and every lifetime with. Cherish each other and never sleep on an argument, you may not have time to make up later.”



Willow couldn’t believe what she was seeing and hearing. Tara was meant to be hers. She just had to know more.



“Goddess, may I ask you a question?”



“Yes, child, you can ask all that you like.”



“What path had I chosen? And why when I touch Tara do I see all that has been?” Willow asked almost afraid of the answer.



“You chose no path, little one, your destiny is intertwined with Tara. In each memory you saw Tara was the leader and you the follower. This does not make you less than her, never think that, it just means you are strong for knowing where your place lies. Together, you can achieve all that is good. “



“Will we keep seeing the past every time we touch, ‘cause that could get in the way of the whole relationship thing?” Willow asked shyly, making Tara giggle to herself.



“No, you will not feel those lives anymore. I merely utilized the past for you to see your future.”





“Thank you Goddess for sharing your love, wisdom, and enlightenment with us.” Tara said.



“Now, all you have to do to get back to your realm is to let the passion you feel for one another manifest itself.” And with that final thought, Yemaya, Mother of All, vanished into the sea.



“How do you think we let our passion manifest?” Willow asked with a gleam in her eye.



“I can show you if you like,” Tara replied.



TBC