Please see previous part for disclaimers.
[Tara.]
Willow snuggled in closer to her blankets.
[Not Tara.]
Blurry eyes struggled to open. Disappointment and loss clouded WIllow's face. Her emerald eyes turning a pale jade.
[It felt like she was here.]
The redhead blinked, her gazed transfixed upon the figure in a nearby chair.
"Tara?"
Willow pushed her cocoon of bedcovers away, slowly making her way over to the figure.
"Tara?"
Willow reached out, catching a glimpse of her pajamas. Something was wrong with them, but Willow pushed it to the back of her mind.
"Baby, are you okay?"
The blonde didn't answer, so Willow let her hand touch Tara's shoulder.
"Willow?"
The hacker was starting to get worried.
"Yes. Tara, what's wrong?"
"Oh Goddess. Buffy!! Buffy!!"
Tara started to sob.
"No. No,no,no,no,no,no,no,no,no,"
Buffy rushed into the room, to find Tara crying in a chair.
"It's okay Tara. I- Buffy, what's wrong with her?"
The blonde seemingly ignored her, and pulled Tara into her arms. Buffy spoke, trying to reassure the witch.
"I know it hurts. But you can get through this. I know you, and this sin't anything you can't handle."
"How can you say t-that," Tara pulled back from Buffy. "How can you?! You d-didn't- I lost the love of my life! You, you lost Angel, only because he loved you. I lost Wllow because she did a spell! S-s-she couldn't, she didn't want my love!"
"No! I love you baby! I would never-" But it didn't matter they couldn't hear her. She watched, helpless as Tara- "No!!!!!!!!!"
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"No!!!!!!!!" Willow gasped for air. "Just a dream. Nothing else, just-" A warm hand on her arm stopped her before she could start babbling.
"Willow are you okay?"
"Tara?" The blonde sat down next to Willow, her hand holding oen of Willow's.
"It was a dream. A nightmare from your screams it would seem."
"It was. Oh, Tara, it was so so bad." Willow pulled Tara to her, burying her head in the crook of Tara's shoulder.
"Your awake now, Will. You don't have to be afraid."
Reality chose that moment to return to Willow.
""I'm sorry. I shouldn't." She removed her hand from Tara's.
Tara stood up, backing away from the bed. Willow quickly got up to.
"What are you doing here?"
"I came to see you." With that Tara closed the distance between them and placed her arms around Willow.
[She's here. She's really...] Willow tightened her hold on Tara.
"I'm sorry baby. I've given it up, but you knew that already. What I want to say is that I don't want to go on without you. Your my always." Tara said nothing, her hand tracing Willow's sides. "Tara can you forgive me for the spells?"
"I have already frogiven you." Willow's eyes lit up.
"Really?"
"I forgive you for the spells."
"Does this mean that we can, go out again?" Tara's movements stopped, and fear crept into Willow's eyes. "Tara?"
"This isn't right. I-I should go."
"Tara, no!" Willow kept her arms clasped around Tara.
"Willow this isn't." Tara let the words die in her throat. "Wil-low." Tara stared at Willow. [Her hair, her lips. The scared look in her eyes. They need to be that emerald color. I need to see it.] "Kiss me."
"What?"
"Kiss me."
Willow didn't hesitat again. [I love her. She loves me.] Willow brought their lips together in a desperate kiss. [Perfect.] Tara whimpered as Willow traced her bottom lip, clearly asking for entrance.
Tara pulled back. Willow looked down, ashamed of her actions.
"You don't have to ask Willow, ever."