i posted this fic i little while ago but i wasnt very happy with how it was going so ive edited it loads and hopefully its now a lot better than it was.
love ellie x x x x
enjoy!
Title: Summer Loving
Part: 1/?
Author: Ellie Walsh aka. Witchbitchwillow and Alyson Walker
Email: witchb1tchwillow@hotmail.com
Feedback: yes please. Be brutal I can take it. “Strong like an Amazon right!”
Spoilers: none
Rating: PG
Pairing: Willow/Tara
Disclaimer: Joss owns it… Mutant enemy blah blah blah etc…
Summery: Based around series 4 when Oz left Willow. Willow then goes on holiday to Orlando, Florida, goes into a bar, and makes a new acquaintance.
Authors Note- Okay well, Aly helped me with this fic initially but ive also had help from Jelly Bean and also Rane helped with the drink issue he he he and some moral support from Ruth
Okay I’m shutting now because I sound like I’m thanking people for an Oscar. “I mean Angel was a vampire and he could deal” Willow was sitting on a stool at the ‘Florida Flamingo’ pouring her heart out to the barmaid. “Just because he was a werewolf didn’t mean that I loved him any less and I mean his animal
instinct could take over sometimes and...” the blonde bar maid gave an embarrassed cough and willow took the hint and trailed off.
“I think that maybe you should have another drink” the blonde suggested, taking another swig of rum cocktail for herself and giving Willow another ‘Orlando Summer Loving’ cocktail. The poor barmaid had been listening to Willow ramble on about a werewolf, a vampire and someone called Buffy who was the Slayer! It all made perfect sense considering how much alcohol the red head had consumed that evening.
They had been talking for at least two hours, well the red head had been talking; and Tara still hadn’t caught the girls name. Tara hadn’t actually understood a word the babbling red head had spoken all evening. Usually she would have walked off and left a drunken client, but something about the women made her want to stay and listen to every word.
“So you see, urm urm sorry I didn’t quite catch your name” Willow rambled whilst sprawled across the bar.
“It’s Tara” the blonde replied, a bit surprised that anyone was really taking that much interest in her. Usually they would just ignore her and flirt with the athletic bar men or the gorgeously fake women; bronzed from the beach and blonde from the bottle.
“Wow, you know Tara is a really pretty name. So anyways he just left me, didn’t even say goodbye. I mean, I really hate men. With their gravity defying penises and stupid hair issues” Tara gave her a questioning look, Willow replied “don’t ask.” and then swiftly carried on “I think I am going to join convent or become a lesbian or well erm err well, I don’t actually know yet but I’m going to think of something”. Tara let out a little bemused giggle and continued to clean the glass in her hand.
“Hey Tara, could you please get me another drink sweetie?” Willow mumbled whilst banging her arm on the bar, causing the few holidaymakers sitting around the bar to look at her. “What you looking at!” Willow shouted at a snotty English family sitting at a table a few metres away, causing them to leave. Tara blushed deeply at Willow’s compliment, *she called me sweetie*. She then snapped back to reality because the cute innocent red head was now hurling abuse at the snotty English customers, causing them to leave. Tara didn’t really like the family and was glad to see the back of them. Always asking for bloody white wine chilled in a wine glass with no ice! Like that makes any sense.
“Do you urm r-really think that you should be drinking anymore urm” Tara stumbled over her words, not wanting to deny the red head anything that she wanted.
“Oh it’s Willow and by the way.” The two girls then locked eye contact for the first time. Willow was completely drowned in the depths of Tara’s calming blue eyes. “You have really nice eyes” Tara just melted into butter, unable to make a sentence at all. Willow was then distracted by the entrance of another customer and broke eye contact.
Willow played with her fingers for a minute then, began to babble uncontrollably again. “So anyways this English guy called Giles, right, he is just in love with books and he plays the guitar and... Oh my god, Oz played the guitar!” Willow then burst into a fresh wave of tears. Tara instinctively grabbed the girl’s hand to comfort her, realising what she had done, pulled away sharply and busied herself making Willow another drink.
She handed it over the counter and Willow took the glass out of Tara’s hand, causing their fingers to touch again. Willow was completely oblivious to the touch, but Tara jumped back away from Willow, startled by the electricity she had felt pass between them. Willow, in her drunken state, jumped up off the stool to see if Tara was okay, causing her to fall into a crumpled heap on the floor. Tara came flying through the bar door to check on Willow. She helped Willow to her feet, thinking that Willow was crying, when in fact she was laughing. Holding Willow by the waist, allowing her to put her weight on her, Tara noticed the drink had spilt all across the bar floor. Luckily she had given Willow a plastic cup in case something like this happened.
As Tara bent down to survey the damage to the floor, she heard Willow stop laughing and felt her hand being placed onto her back lifting her up to standing. Another hand was then placed around her neck and she could feel a piercing stare observing her. As she looked up, she caught the gaze that was looking into the depth of her soul. Staying like this for what seemed a lifetime, they slowly moved towards each other. Tara’s heart was thumping so hard inside her chest she was sure that it was about to leap and connect with Willow’s. They slowly moved towards each other, every millimetre taking a lifetime to cross.
They could feel each other’s breath on their skin, sending chills down their spines. Just as their lips gently brushed against each other, they heard “KAREOKE CONTEST OPEN! FIRST PRIZE FREE FLAMIGO COCKTAILS, ALL NIGHT!!” at this interruption, Tara literally high jumped over the bar and ran out of the little door towards the bathroom. Willow turned to see where the noise was coming from. She was momentarily startled by the intimacy of the moment. Then realising what the owner of the bar had said, leaped onto the stage and gave in her request.
* * * *
“All by myself, don’t wanna be all my myself anymore” Willow was on her fourth song of the evening. She was so drunk that she had managed to clear the whole bar. Especially after her rendition of “I will always love you”. The bar owner had just taught Willow how to use the machine and being a computer wizz she had pretty much mastered the art of changing the song, even if she was seeing double.
* * * *
Tara had been sitting in the bathroom with the door locked the whole time, but she could still hear Willow’s howling next door. She couldn’t believe that she had been so pushy with Willow like that, when it was very clear that the red head was straight. Otherwise, why the hell would Willow be in the bar drinking in order to forget the pain caused by a man, that was obviously raging through her heart. Tara finally built up the courage to go back out to the bar and apologise for being so rude and insensitive.
As she made her way out she realised that the whole of the bar was empty and saw that Willow was changing the track. The introduction of the song started and Tara didn’t really recognise it. Willow took centre stage once again and sang “of all the things I believed in, I just want to get it over with, tears form behind my eyes but I do not. . .” Willow finally cracked and fell to her knees and broke down. The tears flowed from her eyes as though they would never end. The pain racked through her body as she held her head in her hands and cried aloud. The bar owner had gone down to the cellar to start shutting off the pumps, so Tara was completely alone with Willow.
She walked over to the desperate figure in front of her and began rubbing the red heads back. Willow’s cries eventually died and Tara took the broken girl into her arms and brushed the tears from her soaked cheeks. She stroked the fiery hair from her face. The red head eventually managed to speak, the sorrow was still clouding her eyes, “I think that I better go back to my hotel.” Willow crawled out of Tara’s arms. She was beginning to sober up and started to remember what an idiot she must have made of herself that evening.
Tara pulled Willow back into her. Tara’s instinct took over once again as she reached for Willow’s hands, their fingers interlocking, there gazes connected instantly. Tara finally managed to get a sentence out “please let me walk you back to your hotel” her eyes pleading with Willow to allow her. Willow’s brain was running at a million miles an hour,. She couldn’t understand the excitement that filled her when she touched Tara. Just as she was about to agree, she remembered what happened between them earlier. With the intimacy, drunkenness and the crying. With this Willow's focus fell to the ground as she broke eye contact, she released her hand from Tara’s; she mumbled under her breath.
“I really think that I should go, and stop making a complete idiot of myself and Buffy, oh my god, Buffy! Sorry Tara I really have to go but I’ll come see u tomorrow; I think. I mean that’s if you can bare to see me again with the depressiveness and everything...”
Tara had already began to back off and then interrupted Willow’s babble before the red head went blue and passed out. “N-n-n-n no its urm okay, its fine r-really I better go anyway” Tara began to head out of the back door, completely embarrassed about coming onto Willow again.
Willow wasn’t sure how to react. She knew that she didn’t want to hurt the beautiful women that had comforted her, but she couldn’t bare to let Tara see her in that state.
Without thinking Willow blurted out “I’ll be back tomorrow, I promise.” Then ran out of the bar and didn’t stop running till she reached her hotel.
Tara just stood completely frozen in the doorway watching Willow disappear into the darkness. She was completely overcome by the emotions of the evening. The redhead had completely captivated her. Willow was so different to anyone else she had ever met in her life. When their eyes connected, her stomach did summersaults and when they touched, her heart skipped a beat. Everything about Willow was magic.
TBC . . .
*thats me as a vampire im so evil and skanky and i think im kinda gay*
*no candles? well i brought one its extra flamey!*
at: 12/28/03 1:16 am
) more pwease! 
Im sure I had a point there. Oh - and men and their anty-gravity defying penises, one of the many reasons im more of a breast girl. 
. Anyway, I just wanted to say WOO HOO! Great job!
im writing the next part now and should have it up by the weekend.