Most of my fics have W/T moments, even if they are not the focus of the piece. So I thought my Kittens might enjoy these, without having to read through the non-W/T smoochy parts. I hope you like them!
This is from a B/S fic I wrote
Buffyrella, and I thought you might enjoy. It's set at the beginning of season 2.
Willow approached the blond stranger, her stomach all rumbly with butterflies.
The shy blond, upon noticing her approach, tried to cover up for her longing glances.
"Hi, I'm Willow," the red head told her.
"T-tara," the blond answered. "That's a very p-pretty shirt you're wearing."
"You think so?" Willow asked. "You don't think it's too softer side of Sears?"
"No," Tara assured her. She took a moment to glance toward hr own top. "Sears is bad?"
"Not really, it's just something someone used to say. So, do you go to Sunnydale High? Because I haven't really seen you around her before."
"Yes. No. Not yet. I just transferred. You know, moved here." She gave Willow a shy little smile. "I start on Monday."
"Well that's great." An idea struck Willow. "Hey, I should give you a tour of the town. Y'know when it's light out. I can get you all oriented and into the Sunnydale groove." Groove? willow asked herself, since when did I turn into Austin Powers?
"I'd like that. We could scope out the S-sears," Tara suggested with a pinch of humor, "make sure the outfits there are safe for the general public to wear."
Willow grinned from ear to ear. "Most definitely."
And this one is from my B/X series
When The Nice Guy Gets The Girl It deals with W/T in season six. The girls are on their way to making up.
Willow and Tara were talking over mochas.
“I've been great," Willow assured her. "Well not exactly great, but ok. I’ve been a little stressed with homework. You know, it was so much easier to mix academics with stopping evil in high school. Or maybe you wouldn’t know. I mean, you didn’t really start fighting evil until college, unless you did and I didn’t know about it in which case . . . I’m babbling, aren’t I?”
Tara smiled and nodded, taking a sip of her drink.
“Hey, you got a little something,” Willow said, rubbing a bit of whipped cream away from Tara’s beautiful lips with her fingers.
“Willow, are you ok?” Tara asked, suddenly concerned. “Your hand, it’s shaking.”
“Fine, fine. Just jittery. My heart’s beating all brrrrrr,” she said, making a sound like a drum roll.
“Me too. Must be all the caffeine,” Tara told her, with a wink.
She’s flirting with me, Willow thought. Oh goddess, I’m not sure don’t know if I’m strong enough for this yet! More then ever she longed make Tara float.
“Yeah. Bad coffee,” she scolded her drink, “making me all jumpy!”
That got a laugh from Tara. “Next time, we’ll have to get decaf.”
Next time? Tara had said next time!
“Most definitely,” Willow agreed. “So, how’s school been for you?”
Tara gave her a sweet smile. "Good, but lonely."
* * *
"So, walk you home?" Willow suggested after the caffeine-fest came to a halt.
"Sure," Tara told her.
Willow glanced at Tara's hand, unsure whether or not she should try and hold it. The blond must have sensed her dilemma, for she linked elbows with her, finding a happy medium.
The contact where their arms brushed against each other sent pleasant tingles up and down Willow's spine. They walked in silence towards Tara's apartment, enjoying the crisp might air and the moonlight.
"Well," Tara said at last, "This is me."
"We should do it, this, again sometime," Willow told her.
Tara gave her a little wink. "Sure." She fumbled with the lock to her door and was about go inside when Willow, on an impulse, grabbed Tara by the arm, pulling her in and kissing her passionately. Moments later she backed away, horrified at herself. She’d ruined everything. Now Tara would never be able to stay friends with her.
“I’m sorry Tara, so sorry,” Willow said. “I shouldn’t have-“
“I’m not sorry,” Tara told her, swooping in for another kiss.
Willow discovered the meaning of bliss. Bliss: a reconciliatory kiss with the woman of your dreams after an agonizing two-month separation.
"I'd invite you in," Tara explained, breathing heavily, but my roommate is there and ..."
"It's ok, I understand." Willow felt as if the life had been sucked out of her. So close, yet so...
"What do you say I walk *you* home this time?" Tara asked.
Willow was speechless, but Tara knew her answer was a resounding, 'Yes!'
* * *
Willow came down stairs in the morning to find Xander and Buffy eating breakfast.
"So," Xander asked pointedly, "have a good night?"
"Is it that obvious?" Willow responded.
"Will, you're positively beaming. You've got a grin plastered on your face like nothing I've ever seen," Buffy told her.
"That and the walls are on the thin side here," Xander added, "miss 'Oh Goddess!' this and 'Oh Goddess!' that."
Willow turned a shade of red to match her hair.
"So," Buffy wanted to know, "Who's the hot new girl?"
In answer to her question, Tara walked in fresh out of the shower, wrapped in a towel. "I used the last of your herbal essences Will, I hope you don't mind. If you want I could..." Tara realized that she and Willow were not alone. "Oh, hi guys." Tara's face in turn took on a red hue of it's own.
"So does this mean you two are..." Buffy let the question linger a while.
Willow looked to Tara hopefully. Tara took her lover's hand in hers. "Together? Yes it does."
Willow could stand it no longer. The joy of being together again. The sight of Tara in next to nothing, little droplets of water from her wet hair trailing slowly down her shoulders and trickling down between her beautiful breasts, was too much to take. Willow's lips found their way Tara's, while she ran her fingers through Tara's damp, blond strands. The towel threatened to fall, and Tara grasped it with her spare hand, barely keeping it closed.
"Whoa there girls. We're still sitting here," Buffy pointed out.
"Shh, don't interrupt them," Xander said, a little too interested for Buffy's taste. She elbowed him. He cringed. "Ow. Slayer strength."
"So," Willow said, reluctantly parting from her lover. "How are things in the land of Buffy and Xander?"
"We were sort of up all night too," Buffy told them.
Willow raised an eyebrow.
"Apocalypse stuff," the slayer further explained.
Tara and Willow were instantly on alert.
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