Glow, by Salix Ardens
Summary: Yet another mushy W/T fic, inspired by Willow saying "I trust you" in "Who Are You" and me squeaking and dying at the way she said it. I watch it way too much. Oh wait, no I don't!
Pairing: Willow/Tara. Who else?
Rating: PG-13, I guess. Some kissies, some description of partial female nudity. Nothing graphic, sadly.
Disclaimer: The characters are not mine. I am not making a profit, although that would be nice.
Feedback: Unless it involves the words "suck" or "toilet", knock yourself out.
Notes: Fourth season, Tara's POV.
*****
There are few mornings when I'm up early enough to see the sun rise and stream into the room. Usually Willow tires me out too much to wake up before the alarm, but last night all we did was snuggle. I didn't mind. Willow-snuggles are worth exactly as much as more intimate forms of contact.
But what can be more intimate than this? Every possible inch of my front touching every possible inch of her back, skin to skin, no clothes to hamper the sensation. If I lie quiet and still, I can hear her blood pulsing through her veins, her little heart pumping away. She breathes softly, evenly, and I lean forward the tiniest bit to place a soft kiss on the back of her neck. As I pull away, she smiles and turns, still asleep, onto her back, the sheet slipping off her breasts, and I raise myself on one elbow to watch her sleep.
The rays of the morning sun diffuse through the window, wrapping Willow's body in a quietly beautiful light. Her normally pale neck is pink with sunlit blood, and as she breathes her chest rises and falls, changing the placement of the shadows of the sheet and of her body's curves. The red of her lips is illuminated so that their moist softness shines as if covered in dew. She parts her lips and lets out a sigh, and as she rolls towards me I hear my name spoken in slumber. I smile at her and kiss her forehead, eliciting another sigh.
The sun rises higher in the sky and while it lit her from a low angle before, now it streams over her with a passion, igniting every part of her with a radiance that takes my breath away. Her hair, ardent in any situation, now seems to be made of flame itself as the sun dances between the strands. Willow shifts slightly and her hair falls softly around her face, framing her cheeks with fire. A tear slips out of my eye in wonder that I am the only one she will ever let witness this staggering sight, of her entire body aflame with benevolent fire. She told me so last night. She said she would never leave me, that she would love me forever, and while a part of my mind refused to believe it, my heart and soul accepted her truth and returned it full force.
I am so close to her now that my tear falls on her nose. She sniffs and reaches up to rub it, smilingly grumpily. Only my Willow-tree can smile when grumpy. It's just one of her many talents. I grin and she opens her eyes, and the sunlight hits the emerald orbs and a green fire lights in them to offset the red that envelops the rest of her. I gasp at the splendor of it, and she wrinkles her brow in puzzlement. Knowing she is about to speak, I cover her lips with mine in a soft kiss to keep this morning perfect.
When we pull apart, she smiles at me in love and understanding of my quirks and oddities, which she really doesn't mind as long as they result in kissing. I grin back, my eyes meeting hers, sapphire gaze mixing with emerald, and lean in for another kiss. Our hair mingles at our touch, and my gold strands twine with her fire until we pull apart again. I trace her cheek with my fingers, and she covers my hand with hers and we sit together, for what seems like an eternity, in the glow.
Summary: Yet another mushy W/T fic, inspired by Willow saying "I trust you" in "Who Are You" and me squeaking and dying at the way she said it. I watch it way too much. Oh wait, no I don't!
Pairing: Willow/Tara. Who else?
Rating: PG-13, I guess. Some kissies, some description of partial female nudity. Nothing graphic, sadly.
Disclaimer: The characters are not mine. I am not making a profit, although that would be nice.
Feedback: Unless it involves the words "suck" or "toilet", knock yourself out.
Notes: Fourth season, Tara's POV.
*****
There are few mornings when I'm up early enough to see the sun rise and stream into the room. Usually Willow tires me out too much to wake up before the alarm, but last night all we did was snuggle. I didn't mind. Willow-snuggles are worth exactly as much as more intimate forms of contact.
But what can be more intimate than this? Every possible inch of my front touching every possible inch of her back, skin to skin, no clothes to hamper the sensation. If I lie quiet and still, I can hear her blood pulsing through her veins, her little heart pumping away. She breathes softly, evenly, and I lean forward the tiniest bit to place a soft kiss on the back of her neck. As I pull away, she smiles and turns, still asleep, onto her back, the sheet slipping off her breasts, and I raise myself on one elbow to watch her sleep.
The rays of the morning sun diffuse through the window, wrapping Willow's body in a quietly beautiful light. Her normally pale neck is pink with sunlit blood, and as she breathes her chest rises and falls, changing the placement of the shadows of the sheet and of her body's curves. The red of her lips is illuminated so that their moist softness shines as if covered in dew. She parts her lips and lets out a sigh, and as she rolls towards me I hear my name spoken in slumber. I smile at her and kiss her forehead, eliciting another sigh.
The sun rises higher in the sky and while it lit her from a low angle before, now it streams over her with a passion, igniting every part of her with a radiance that takes my breath away. Her hair, ardent in any situation, now seems to be made of flame itself as the sun dances between the strands. Willow shifts slightly and her hair falls softly around her face, framing her cheeks with fire. A tear slips out of my eye in wonder that I am the only one she will ever let witness this staggering sight, of her entire body aflame with benevolent fire. She told me so last night. She said she would never leave me, that she would love me forever, and while a part of my mind refused to believe it, my heart and soul accepted her truth and returned it full force.
I am so close to her now that my tear falls on her nose. She sniffs and reaches up to rub it, smilingly grumpily. Only my Willow-tree can smile when grumpy. It's just one of her many talents. I grin and she opens her eyes, and the sunlight hits the emerald orbs and a green fire lights in them to offset the red that envelops the rest of her. I gasp at the splendor of it, and she wrinkles her brow in puzzlement. Knowing she is about to speak, I cover her lips with mine in a soft kiss to keep this morning perfect.
When we pull apart, she smiles at me in love and understanding of my quirks and oddities, which she really doesn't mind as long as they result in kissing. I grin back, my eyes meeting hers, sapphire gaze mixing with emerald, and lean in for another kiss. Our hair mingles at our touch, and my gold strands twine with her fire until we pull apart again. I trace her cheek with my fingers, and she covers my hand with hers and we sit together, for what seems like an eternity, in the glow.