TITLE: Laundry Lovin’ Part 1 (ok, I’m stumped for a title)
AUTHOR: Shadowcat
E-MAIL: oneiric22@yahoo.com
FEEDBACK: Yes, please. All kinds accepted.
DISTRIBUTION: Sure. Just let me know where.
SPOILERS: Season 4. Takes place somewhere between The I in Team and Where the Wild Things Are.
CONTENT: W/T
RATING: PG
DISCLAIMER: Willow and Tara belong to Joss, Fox, Mutant Enemy and whoever else. It’s just not me.
SUMMARY: Willow asks Tara on a date.
NOTE: I’m bored, therefore I write. I liked the idea of writing a W/T fic before they became an official couple, and were still kind of awkward around each other. Many thanks to Ruth for putting up with my bad fic.
"A movie?"
Tara folded the grey towel, and placed it on the table next to her other laundry. Both girls were wearing shorts and tshirts; Willow because it was a warm day, and Tara because she didn't have much else to wear. The rest of Tara's clothing lay on the table. She reached for a purple shirt and began folding it, watching Willow out of the corner of her eye. The red head was leaning over to pull out a hot pile of clothes from the drier. A smile tugged at the edges of Tara's lips. It was little moments like this that made her heart want to jump out of her chest. Willow reached in for the last sock, then dumped everything on the table next to Tara's neatly folded piles. The blonde giggled, and the other girl responded with a lopsided grin.
"It'll be fun. They're showing old 80's movies all week at the Plaza. Friday night they're showing Labyrinth, a true classic," explained Willow.
"Oooh, Labyrinth. Jennifer Connelly, David Bowie, and muppets. How can you go wrong?" Tara grinned.
"Exactly. Oh, except for those fire monsters that toss their heads. That part always freaked me out." Willow gave the other witch a nervous look, then went back to folding a pair of jeans.
She gave her friend a sympathetic look. "Yes, that was disturbing, especially when you're five. But Ludo was really cute." Tara finished folding, and sat on the edge of the table to watch Willow. Her feet dangled in the air, and she kicked them back and forth a bit for emphasis.
"It's one of my favorite movies. So, do you want to go? We could get some pizza, then go to the movie...maybe come back here and talk... Or not, if you don't want to." Willow looked at the taller girl pleadingly.
Tara looked into those green eyes and knew she would agree to anything as long as it meant being with the other girl.
“I’d love to."
Willow's eyes widened and she gave Tara a glorious smile. The blonde's heart leapt again, and she returned the look.
"So, is this like a... date?" Tara stuttered slightly. She immediately blushed, and looked down at her shoes. Blood roared in her ears. Why did I say that, she thought. Now she'll get scared...
White sneakers appeared in Tara's view followed by smooth, shapely legs. Blue eyes traveled slowly up the legs, but stopped to fix on the big smiley face on the shirt. Gentle fingers slid along Tara's cheeks, cupping her face. They brought her eyes up to look into caring green orbs. Willow was still there. She was there, and she was caressing Tara's face lightly with her fingertips.
"Do you...want it to be a date? A date date? An official date?" Willow asked quietly, not letting Tara look away.
The blonde nodded slowly, not trusting her voice. Willow smiled, and her face hovered closer. There were only a couple of inches of air between their lips, and Tara could feel the heat of her friend's breath.
"So do I," murmured the red head. Tara's heart skipped for the third time that evening. Willow's hips pressed against the tall girl's knees as she leaned closer. Slender fingers slid down Tara's neck, traced her collarbone, and then dropped down to lie flat on the table. Willow's knees were getting weak, and she needed something else to support her weight. Her other hand stayed cupping Tara's cheek, running her fingertips over the soft down.
Tara brought her hands up to rest on Willow's shoulders. Her fingers couldn't resist the call of the redhead's skin, reaching over to run lightly along the base of Willow's neck. Her breathing came shorter and faster, just being this close to the other woman. She was sure the shorter girl could feel the heat her skin was exuding, but she didn't seem to mind. They stayed like that, just touching each other for what seemed hours. Tara wondered how Willow made time stop every time she got near.
"Willow," Tara pleaded breathlessly.
The redhead licked her lips, and tasted Tara's breath on them. Spearmint, from the gum she had been chewing earlier. It felt cool, almost cool enough to stop her lips she felt were sure to burst into flames at any moment. Her nose brushed Tara's cheek, and Willow closed her eyes. So close... She could feel Tara's pulse under her fingers. Her skin was so warm.
Tara could feel the lips just above hers. She could taste Willow on her tongue, her hot breath pouring over the blonde's lips and into her mouth. Almost there... Tara wanted to feel those soft lips more than anything. She tilted her head up and closed the space between them.
"Professor Hickman is such a hag. Did I tell you what she said about my paper on symbolism in American film?"
The two witches separated like they had been burned. The voice was getting closer, and a moment later a short girl with black hair strode into the room, followed by a tall redhead. The witches were blushing furiously as they packed clothes into the basket. Just before Tara could clear the room, the short girl stopped her.
"Hey, you wouldn't happen to have an extra dryer sheet, would you? I just ran out." She held up her empty box. Tara dug into her basket for her sheets, shoved one in the girl's hand, and flew out of the room. Willow followed at her heals.
"Um, thanks..." The girl watched the witches run out, looking very confused.
"I'll tell you, Francine, there are some really weird people at this school." Francine nodded at her friend, and started separating her wash.
(End Part 1)
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Are those cookies made with real Girl Scouts?
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Here it is, the long awaited part 2. Funny how I become suddenly busy when I have something else I need to do.
Just a note... You know how first dates go. They're awful. I'm just being a little bit realistic. Don't worry, there will be happy smoochies soon enough.
part 2
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Willow stood in front of the mirror in her fourth outfit of the evening. Tight black leather clung to her legs, followed by a pair of high heeled black leather boots. She pulled a bright pink top over her head and studied her image.
"Willow Rosenberg, part time Vampire Slayer and full time ho." Willow shook her head and pulled the top off again. She had to lie back on the bed to peel all the leather off.
"How does she even move in this?" Buffy had much love for leather. The woman did have three pairs of leather pants, never mind all the shoes. Fortunately, she was off with her big, hunky boyfriend and wouldn't even know Willow had gone through her clothes again.
Despondently, Willow walked over to her closet to pull out yet more clothes. She only had half an hour before she was supposed to meet Tara. Tonight was it; the Big Date. She didn't think she could be more nervous if she tried. Palms were sweating, and knees felt shaky. Willow wondered if she'd be able to walk across campus at all.
Grey slacks and a green top came on next. Very subtle, very drab. Very un-Willow.
"Don't I have anything to wear? What happened to all of my clothes? They were perfectly good yesterday." The red head plopped down on the bed, feeling a bit defeated. She thought about the movie they were going to see tonight. It was one of her favorite movies of all time. She couldn't put her finger on exactly why, it was just that it made her feel like an innocent kid. Innocence... Had she really lost that much? Her green eyes drifted up to the closet and spotted something she hadn't worn in a long time... Something that reminded her of more innocent days.
Across campus, Tara was fighting a similar battle with her clothes. They covered every inch of her bed, and part of the floor. Somehow, nothing was working for her. The blonde twirled in front of a floor length mirror wearing a long black skirt edged with pink flowers, and an orange dress shirt. She sighed, dismissing yet another combination. If only she knew what Willow was going to wear, she might find something more appropriate.
Tired blue eyes fell upon a white blouse with billowy sleeves and gold embroidering. She hadn't worn it in years, but didn't have the heart to get rid of it. Her mother had made it for her when Tara was about sixteen. She'd grown a few inches since then, and wondered if it still fit. Sure enough, the blouse fit her frame just right. Where it had fallen to mid thigh it now hung just past her hips. The girl pulled on a pair of jeans and inspected her reflection. Yes, this was it. She was sure Willow would love it.
Tara glanced at the clock, then did a double take. Could that be right? She only had ten minutes until Willow was due, and her room was a complete disaster. Frantically, Tara shoved clothes back onto hangers and dashed to her closet. She finished with just enough time to put on makeup and run a brush through her hair. Her hair made her pause. She wasn't sure what to do with it. The blonde slid a clip onto one side, pulling some of her bangs out of her face before a knock at the door startled her. Now if she could get through the night without passing out or stuttering badly...
She swung the door open with a big smile, and managed to say "Hi Willow, I was just..." before her mouth forgot how to make anything but vowel sounds. The red head stood before her in a pair of jean overalls, a long sleeved pink tee, and pink canvas sneakers. She looked adorable, and Tara's heart melted. "You look so cute," she whispered, and stepped back to let the girl in.
Willow moved into the room, and stood off to the side while she watched Tara close the door. Her eyes lingered a moment at a place she knew she shouldn't be looking, Tara's bottom, but she couldn't help herself. She loved it when the witch wore tight jeans. The billowy sleeves of her shirt looked very romantic, and the gold embroidery set off the blonde's hair very well. Clear blue eyes met hers, and they both smiled shyly.
"Thanks. You look...beautiful. I love your shirt. Where did you get it?" Willow reached out to trace a swirl of the design at the neckline with her fingertips, and Tara shivered. Her skin tingled every time the witch touched her.
"M-my mother made it for me for my birthday one year. It's been hiding in my closet for a while. ...You really like it?" Tara blushed, hardly able to believe that Willow found her beautiful.
"Yes, it's lovely." Willow took a step closer, and both girls felt the temperature in the room rise.
"It brings out your hair," she said, and touched a few locks of gold. She let it slide through her fingers slowly. The cool silken wave made her shiver. "And your eyes." Willow's fingers reached up to brush against the side of Tara's face. The blonde sighed, and leaned into Willow's hand.
"Mmm," was all that Tara had to say. Her eyes were slowly drooping closed, and she slid her hand over Willow's. The witch traced the back of Willow's hand with her fingers. She peeked her eyes open to see the red head half close hers and shiver. Tara's voice caught in her throat and came out as a squeaky moan.
Green eyes flew open and gazed at the other girl with concern. Willow dropped her hand, thinking that she had made Tara uncomfortable, and tried to cover her embarrassment.
"We should get to the pizza parlor before it gets too crowded. The movie starts at seven," she said, looking down at the floor intensely.
Tara nodded, and turned around to hide her disappointment. She grabbed her wallet and keys, then forced a cheerful smile.
"Right. We'd better hurry, then."
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For yNona, because she bugs me every night in chat.
Thanks to Ryan for the beta.
I lied. There will be more than three parts. They came out shorter than I had originally planned. I feel like I’m doing a fic-tease (fic strip tease... bah...).
Part 3
“Do you like pineapple?”
Tara looked at the witch with raised eyebrows. “Pineapple? On pizza?”
Willow giggled, and knocked her shoulder to Tara’s. “Yes. It just goes to show that you really can put anything on pizza. Xander orders pineapple and chicken all the time. It’s really good.”
The blonde smiled at the mention of Willow’s friend. She talked about her friends a lot. They were obviously very important to her. Willow’s fierce loyalty was one of the qualities that had attracted Tara.
“I don’t know...” She didn’t look very convinced that something like pineapple and cheese would go together.
“Something more traditional, then? Pepperoni? I don’t really feel like greasy meat tonight. Do you mind if we go veggie?” Willow asked. Every time she suggested something she looked like she might crumble if Tara said “no”. It was too cute.
“Sure, veggie is fine. How about mushrooms?” Tara smiled, hoping to ease Willow’s nerves. She knew they must have been jumping as much as hers. The relieved look Willow gave her made her stomach do that little flip-flop again.
“Mushrooms, great. And peppers! Do you like peppers?”
“Yes, I love peppers,” Tara chuckled.
“Mushrooms and peppers. Anything else?”
“Just a Coke is fine.”
Willow nodded and put in their order. Tara watched the tables, and nearly ran to a booth when the couple using it decided to leave. The witches grinned, and Willow let Tara grab her hand and drag her across the room. They beat a group of three blonde cheerleaders, who gave the couple a dirty look and started circling for another table.
“Nice spot. Good thing you saw it,” Willow said, settling in the booth across from the blonde.
“I saw Brittany, Brandy, and Bunny circling like vultures, and figured that we needed the privacy more than they did.” Tara looked down at the table while her face turned a light shade of pink.
Willow sputtered, then burst out into laughter. Tara's gaze rose slowly, resting on the giggling red head for a moment before she let the laughter bubble out of her. They laughed for a few moments, and then fell into a comfortable silence. A waiter walked over with their drinks, and set them down on the table.
“So... I saw a deck of Tarot cards on your desk the other day. Do you use them much?” Willow asked while she pulled her soda closer.
Tara peeled the paper off her straw, and nodded. “All the time. My mother taught me how to use them, and it’s just been something that I like doing.”
“You must be a lot better at it than I am,“ Willow smirked. “My readings always go wrong, somehow. I guess I just don’t have that particular talent.” She peeled her straw, and plopped it into the drink.
“I think you’re very talented,” Tara whispered, looking down into her drink. She glanced up into bright green eyes, and smiled at the loving look Willow gave her.
“You’re way more talented than I am. You’re a natural witch. I just read a lot.”
Tara shook her head, swinging blonde locks to and fro. “You’re gifted, Willow.”
Both witches studied the carbonation wonders of their drinks in silence for a few moments.
“Small mushroom and pepper pie?”
The girls jumped out of their own thoughts, startled by the arrival of the waiter. Tara nodded, and smiled at the man as he set down the pizza and plates. They mumbled their thanks, and then grabbed slices.
“What time is it?”
Willow glanced up at the clock. “Six twenty seven. Why?”
Tara shrugged. “Just don’t want to miss the movie.” Truth be told, she wanted to savor every moment with the other witch, and didn’t want the end of the evening to sneak up on her.
The rest of their pizza parlor visit was filled with the kind of silly idle chatter that most first dates are plagued with: What’s your favorite color? Who’s your favorite band? Creamy or crunchy? Watermelon or strawberry?
The time finally came when the bill had to be paid, and they made their way out to the theater. Every decent college town has an artsy theater that plays independent and foreign films. Sunnydale’s Plaza was their art theater, and was showing a slew of 80's movies that week. A portion of the proceeds was to go to the museum for a new exhibit on Pygmies. Big whoop. Most people went for the experience of seeing such classics as “The Goonies”, “Legend” and “Labyrinth” on the big screen again. People flocked to the retro films in such numbers that the museum might even be able to afford another Mummy exhibit.
Tara surveyed the long line apprehensively. They only had ten minutes before the movie started, and at the rate the line was moving wouldn’t get in for another half hour.
“Um, Willow... Do you think we’ll make it?” asked Tara, looking rather worried.
“Don’t worry. I’ve got it covered.” Willow flashed her date a grin, and pulled two tickets from her pocket. Tara’s eyes widened.
“How...?” was all Tara could manage to ask.
“My best friend’s mother works for the museum. She hooked me up. Shall we?” Willow smiled, and offered her arm to Tara.
The tall witch slid her arm around Willow’s, and they both giggled.
“My hero.”
(Next: Smoochies! I promise!)
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I have temporarily overcome my MUD addiction to crank out the next part. Or maybe it’s just that I can’t go online at this time of day.
If you only knew how many naughty images came into my mind as I wrote this... I had to repeat to myself, “No, it’s their first date. They wouldn’t do that yet.”
My thanks to Ruth. I shall feed you fruit and sit at your feet. :e
You can all stop bugging me now. It's done. DONE!
Thank you for bugging me, btw. It made me finish this darned thing.Now tell me what you think so I can put it all together and slap it around somewhere.
Part 4
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Tara looked longingly at the snack bar. She had hoped to share a bucket of popcorn with Willow. It was the perfect excuse to touch her hands. If she was really lucky, Willow might get only one soda, and there would be straw sharing. Indirect kisses. She could only imagine what kissing Willow would be like. In fact, she had imagined, over and over; soft flesh pressing slowly together; the silky red hair flowing through her fingers; an inviting tongue sliding through parted lips…
“No time for popcorn, huh?” Tara turned and whispered into Willow’s ear. The theater was already packed, and people rushed from the snack bar to their seats.
“There’s five minutes left. You want a soda?” Willow asked as she strode purposefully toward the counter.
Tara’s heart leapt, and she gave the red head a wide smile.
“I can just have a few sips of yours, if that’s okay?” Tara looked a bit worried that Willow might not like the idea of sharing with her, but left the question open for the witch to refuse.
“Oh, that’s fine. Less stuff to juggle,” Willow replied with a quick grin. She knew what the blonde had meant, and felt giddy at the idea. Sliding lips over the straw only moments after the other had sipped; the plastic slightly warm from the other’s breath… Willow shivered at the thought.
Seven minutes later the pair walked into the dim theater to look for seats. The film had been delayed five minutes to let in as many people as could fit into the theater. Tara’s sharp eyes spotted two lone seats in a darkened corner. The girls brushed past the other viewers and slid into the seats.
“I wonder why no one’s sitting here yet,” Willow commented while figuring out where to place the popcorn and soda. She decided that the soda balanced well on her knee and the popcorn looked just right in Tara’s lap. They felt completely at ease with one another and as the evening went on, more daring.
The lights dimmed, and everyone went quiet as the film started. Tara looked at her friend and gave her a bright smile, which Willow gladly returned. They were both excited about seeing the movie and doing it together.
“Through dangers untold and hardships unnumbered I have fought my way to the castle beyond the Goblin City to take back the child that you have stolen. For my will is as strong as yours, and my kingdom is as great.”
Willow reached over to grab a handful of popcorn and dug deep for a big scoop. Tara reached down half a moment later, and felt the slender wrist under her fingers. A slightly wicked smile stretched over her face, and she slid her hand down to cup the redhead’s. Both girls blushed, happy for the semi-darkness. The blonde wiccan traced the back of Willow’s hand with her fingers. She was rewarded with a slight trembling of said hand, and lifted the hand out of the box and onto the seat’s arm. Her fingertips danced along the creases of flesh of the palm. Tara glanced at the red head and felt her body shiver. Willow’s mouth was half-open; eyes wide, and breathing somewhat quickly. The tall girl slid her fingers into Willow’s, and went back to watching the movie. The goblins were listening to the girl, and talking amongst themselves.
Tara giggled, and heard a few other people laugh at the silly goblins. Willow grinned at her date, and leaned closer into her warmth. This was the real reason they were so excited. Sitting in a darkened theater together gave them the perfect opportunity to get closer, physically. They had hugged and snuggled a few times before, but each longed for something a little more intimate. Willow rested her head on the blonde’s shoulder with a happy sigh, and looked back at the screen.
Tara felt weak-kneed and was happy to be sitting down. The redhead was being so cute tonight that it felt almost like a drug, making her weaker with each dose. The darkness made Tara feel bold, and Willow just made all her inhabitions melt into the puddle that was now her heart. She placed a light kiss on the red hair, and relaxed into the snuggling.
The goblins ran around the room in the shadows. The lightning showed flashes of the shadows, but it wasn’t enough to see the actual shapes. The owl flapping at the door suddenly burst in and flew over Sarah’s head.
Willow jumped, and hugged Tara’s arm tightly. Tara smiled at the witch fondly as her heart did a little flip-flop, and gave her hand a squeeze. Willow reached for the cup and Tara watched as the witch slid the straw between her lips. She could see the red head’s cheeks move as she sucked heartily at the cola. Tara glanced at a place only inches from the girl’s face that tingled at the thought of lips sucking at it. She sighed as she watched the girl release the straw and lick her lips. Her body was certainly reacting to the snuggling witch and she felt a bit light headed from all the hormones pumping through her system.
“Sarah,” Jared said, holding up a crystal ball. It turned into a snake, slithering around his hand and hissing. He stretched out the snake before him. “Don’t defy me.” He threw the snake at Sarah. She cried out, and caught it. As soon as she touched it the snake turned into a scarf. She dropped it like a hot coal. The scarf hit the floor and turned into a goblin, then scampered away.
Now it was Tara’s turn to hug onto Willow’s arm, and she buried her face in the soft red hair. She took a deep breath and inhaled the sweet scent of Willow’s herbal shampoo. The short witch turned her head and pressed her cheek into the golden tresses. Tara sighed, and huddled in the safeness of Willow for a moment. Logically, she knew that they were in a room full of people, but the darkness blocked the people from sight. Holding Willow, Tara felt like they were the only two people on earth. She wanted to feel the other girl wrapped around her; to wake up next to her in the morning, not necessarily after a night of passion, but just for the joy of seeing the red head bathed like an angel in the morning sunshine.
Sarah entered the Labyrinth and came across an adorable blue haired worm.
“Allo.”
“Did you say ‘hello’?”
“No, I said ‘allo’. But that’s close enough.”
“Oh, he’s so cute!” Willow squealed while shaking Tara’s arm vigorously. The taller girl smiled at her friend, and nodded in agreement. Truth be told, Tara thought Willow was the cutest thing in the world, especially now when she beemed with a childlike happiness. The muppets, though incredibly cute, simply couldn’t compare to the girl bouncing next to her.
You remind me of the babe.
What babe?
The babe with the power.
What power?
The power of voodoo.
Who do?
You do.
Do what?
Remind me of the babe!
The song ended and Tara reached for the soda . Willow tried not to turn her head as she watched so as to be less obvious. If Tara had a fascination with Willow’s hands then Willow had a fascination with Tara’s lips. Her lips were full and beautiful. The red head watched as those lips wrapped slowly around the straw. The lips sucked gently, pulling the dark liquid up to the treasures beyond. They released the straw, still parted slightly. A single drop glistened on Tara’s bottom lip, and the tip of her tongue slipped out to lick it off sensuously. Willow stared, transfixed. A million thoughts raced through her mind, the loudest of which was that she wanted to explore those lips with her own tongue. Blue eyes glanced her way. Willow looked up at the screen once more, glad that the darkness hid her deep blush.
Goblin soldiers terrorized an upside-down Ludo, attacking him with poles with what looked like rabid pygmies on the end.
Both girls shuddered, the sounds coming from the hairy monster disturbing them.
“That is so awful,” whispered Willow. She crawled a bit closer to Tara, drawing comfort from the girl.
“It’ll be alright... He escapes...” answered Tara. She slid further down into her chair, not very comforted by her own reassurances. Willow slid an arm around the blond, and Tara gratefully snuggled into her shoulder. The shorter girl always seemed to know just how to make Tara feel better.
“Ludo? Ludo!”
*clickclick*
“What’s going on?”
“Yeah!”
Willow shrieked as a Firey popped onto the screen. She clung to Tara, almost knocking the popcorn out of the girl’s lap. Tara’s eyes widened, and she put the bucket down by her feet, along with the cup. She wrapped her arms around the terrified red head. The Fieries did their little song and dance. Willow breathed in the witch’s scent, trying to block out what was happening on the screen. She nuzzled the top of Tara’s breast, and sighed. There was no safer place on earth than in Tara’s arms.
A Firey popped his eyes out and they rolled on the ground.
“Ugh...” Tara was slightly disturbed by the dance herself, but cradled Willow in her arms protectively. She ran her hand over the silken red hair to sooth the girl. The dance ended, and Willow relaxed her grip on the blonde, but kept her arms wrapped around her. Goblin soldiers with pygmie sticks couldn’t pry her away from Tara just now. Tara felt as if her whole body was going to melt into a puddle like in a cartoon. She had been unsure of Willow’s affection before, but after tonight there was no question.
“Ambrosius! It’s alright Ambrosius, you can come out now. Come on. That’s a boy. My loyal steed.”
“Oh, he’s so cute!” Tara shook Willow excitedly, and pointed at the shaggy dog. The red head giggled, and agreed with her. They spent the rest of the movie wrapped in each other’s arms, and only moved when the credits started to roll and the lights came on.
“Um, Willow?”
“Yes?”
“I think I know why no one sat here,” said Tara.
“Why?”
“The floor. I can’t move my feet.”
Willow blinked, and looked down at Tara’s clogs, which were sitting in a dry, shiny puddle. It wasn’t just the stickiness of all cheap theaters, but a giant glob of something much worse than dried soda.
“What is that? It looks like a giant melted toffee.”
Tara just nodded, looking down at her inert feet. She wiggled her toes, and sighed. Her brow knotted, and she had to try not to cry. The night had been going so well…
“Put your feet up?” Willow asked. Tara pulled her feet under her Indian-style, and watched as Willow bent over and gently pried the clogs out of the muck. Some of the stickiness came off with them, but for the most part they were intact. Tara slid them back on, but avoided the puddle.
“Thanks. I should probably wash them off...” she mumbled, stuttering.
“I’ll come with.” Willow stood and offered her hand to Tara.
The taller girl smiled, and took the hand as she got up. Tara carefully stepped over the goo and made her way up the aisle and out to the lobby. Her shoes pulled at the carpeting with each step. Tara’s face turned a brilliant shade of red, and she tried to cross the lobby without actually looking at anything but the carpet. After nearly hurtling over a garbage can, she looked up and simply ran for the ladies room.
While Tara scrubbed the soles of her clogs at the sink, Willow slipped into a stall. The blonde looked incredibly embarassed, and needed some time to collect herself. A few moments later, Willow reappeared. She washed her hands at the sink next to Tara’s. The red head looked at the other witch in the mirror.
“I’m sorry about your shoes,” Willow said quietly, frowning. Tara looked up at Willow’s reflection and half-smiled.
“It’s alright,” Tara stuttered. She closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and went on. “If it’s the price for an evening this wonderful, I’d pay it again.” The blonde looked sincerely at the green eyes watching her. Willow moved closer, laying her hand on the other girl’s arm.
“You had a good time?” asked Willow, hardly able to believe it. Tara nodded slowly, and put her clog down on the counter. She turned her head to look directly into the green eyes.
“I had a wonderful time, Willow,” Tara replied, still stuttering slightly. She sighed, and shook her head as if it would make the last few minutes go away. “Every moment I spend with you is wonderful.” Tara blushed, but didn’t look back down. Willow had proven that she wanted to get closer to the blonde, and Tara dared her to say otherwise. Willow’s face softened, and she smiled affectionately.
“I like spending time with you, too.” They looked at each other for several moments, the minor distaster forgotten. The girls gazed into each other’s eyes, simply adoring one another. Neither knew when they started leaning closer, but suddenly Willow was very aware of Tara’s breath on her lips. The red head slid her hands over Tara’s waist, and leaned in slowly.
Blue eyes took in every movement through half closed lids. Tara’s hands reached up to Willow’s shoulders. She could taste the butter on the red head’s breath. Their lips were so close... If someone walked in now, Tara wasn’t sure if she’d be able to refrain from some very choice words. It was because she was straining her ears for any sounds of the door opening that she almost missed the first brush of lips against her own. The feeling was so brief it could hardly be called a touch. Tara caught Willow’s lips softly and held them close with her own. They parted, breathing quickly, foreheads touching. Tara’s tongue darted out to moisten her lips, and Willow didn’t even try to resist. Her lips opened and pressed against Tara’s. Willow’s tongue licked the edge of Tara’s bottom lip with quick, light movements. She could taste the salt from the popcorn they had shared.
The blonde moaned softly, and pressed her whole body into the kiss. Her fingers slid up the sides of Willow’s neck, caressing from shoulder to ear. Lips pressed more firmly, hungry for the long denied taste of the witch’s mouth. Her tongue flicked at the tip of Willow’s, then slid over its length. Tara’s fingers ran up to the back of Willow’s head and through her hair. Willow’s hands reached around the blonde’s waist and up her back; pulling her in with her hands, and pushing her back with the movements of her lips.
The heated kiss went on for some time before a squeaky cart pulled in front of the restroom door, and the pair was forced to pull apart. The girls were flushed from the contact, and hurried from the theater quickly, rushing past the cleaning woman before she could open the door. Back to Tara’s dorm room they ran, where they were sure not to be interrupted.
(The End. What happened next, well, that’s another story.)