Disclaimer;I don't own these charcaters or the setting, no compensation is being taken for this story.
Summary;My version of their first kiss.
Rating;PG?
It’s in Her Kiss, That’s Where It is
“So, if you really want to see if those sunstones work properly this early in the year, why don’t we just meet in the Old Quad by the flagpole tomorrow at 12:30PM and try them?” Willow Rosenberg asked as she was preparing to leave Tara Maclay’s dorm room. It was almost midnight and they had been practicing some magical rituals which work best in the evening hours. To unintentional musical accompaniment; Tara’s neighbor had an affection for dinosaur R&B and couldn’t seem to comprehend study conditions after 7 PM, and the strains of Dolores Troy’s “Just One Look” were quite audible through the wall.
“Sure, we c-could do that, I mean, if you w-want to, you know.”
“Of course I want to, I wouldn’t have suggested it if didn’t. Is something wrong?”
“W-well, I know you have your old friends from town, and a whole course load. I, I just don’t want you to feel ob-obligated to do magic with me.”
“Hey, I don’t, not even close. My friends see plenty of me, plus they have their own lives. Every minute I spend with you, I want to.”
“Okay, I don’t, don’t want to crowd you.”
“You aren’t, and that’s the bottom line. And, well, I don’t want to pretend I can read your mind, and if I’m wrong I apologize. But if you’re at least partly thinking what I think you’re thinking, I want you to know you’re not barking up the wrong tree.”
Tara had not expected Willow to say that, and all she could manage to say was “Uhh . . . .” Willow moved closer and took a hand in each of hers, like Anna and the King.
“Look, again, if I’m wrong, sorry in advance, and if I’m right, I have to admit that, as of now, I don’t know how far I’ll be able to go. But from where we stand, right here, if that’s what you want I’m definitely interested.”
Tara took a deep breath. Her eyes shone a bit brighter with just a little added moisture, nothing even close to a tear.
“Oh, Willow, you aren’t wrong! I just didn’t expect you just to come out and say that even though I’ve been imagining what it’d be like to hear it but I didn’t know how to ask and I didn’t want to scare you off because I’d rather have you as a friend than as nothing and . . . .”
“Hey, hey, hey!” Willow interrupted, “You don’t babble, you stutter, I babble, remember? I’m feeling confused enough as it is right now.”
Tara smiled and said, “Alright, sure, sure, so we’re cool right now?”
“Right now I want to try one more thing,” said Willow. She leaned forward and gave Tara a quick but warm kiss on the lips.
“Hey, I liked that,” Willow said after a split-second’s thought, “Of course, I’ve done as much before, with friends.”
“Same for me, on both counts.”
“Then how about this?” asked the redhead, leaning forward and kissing Tara again, a bit more demandingly. The ash-blonde woman responded in kind, just an affectionate tipping, tentatively at first then with more vigor.
Pulling back, a pair of sapphire eyes ringed with glacial gray met a pair of emerald ones flecked lightly with bits of hazel. They stayed this way for a few heartbeats, not knowing quite what they were reading in each other but liking it nonetheless. Then, neither too quickly nor too slowly, they let go of each other’s hands.
Willow spoke first, only a hint of nerves audible under the happiness, “That was great, it really gives me some energy to burn off during the walk back to my dorm.”
Tara responded, in a similar tone, “And it makes me feel happy and warm about settling down for the night.”
“So, okay, see you tomorrow?” said Willow, gathering her things.
“Yeah, in the Old Quad, I’ll be there. Good night.”
“’Night.”
The door closed and Tara stood staring at it for a few seconds, then she became conscious of the music. The speakers next door were pouring out “The Shoop-Shoop Song” by Betty Everett: “If you want to know, If he loves you so, It’s in his kiss, That’s where it is.” She walked over to her mirror.
As Willow walked down the hallway, she heard the same words, while asking herself silent questions.
“Right brain- Do you have any idea what you’re doing, Rosenberg?’
“Left brain- Not a clue, it’s just what I want to do, Rosenberg.”
“Right brain- Well, think it out!”
“Left brain- That’s your job.”
“Right brain- Okay then, I will.”
“Left brain- Fine, I’ll send you plenty of first-hand data to work with.”
Meanwhile, Tara was staring at her reflection.
“Alright, you’re at least started on getting what you’ve wanted since you first saw Willow. Goddess knows, you’ve wanted somebody special for so long now, Maclay.
“So why am I so scared? Guess Mom was right again when she warned me that my own feelings wouldn’t play fair with me.”
END
This gave me a few good chuckles. When I read the title I thought 'God, that crappy Cher song' and remember my younger sister and her best friends singing that on a karaoke bar *shudder*. But I got curious. Now I'm glad I did, you definitely had an interesting version for Willow and Tara's first kiss. 
mostly the girl groups, so i dig your title and how you lightly worked that innocence-romance vibe that is that kind of music into this story.
first kiss. The bit at the end with the “The Shoop-Shoop Song” playing was just great and it so fits. Willow is all babbly and Tara is all stuttery but they both know what they want. There may be incertainty but there is love and sweetness. Loved how they deppened the kiss after the first one. That should give them a hint where this is going. Enjoyed it. 
