Title: Graduation Gift

Author: Faolan228

Rating: NC-17

Genre: AU Comedy/Romance

Summary: Tara's graduating high school and headed for college. Willow, worried about being left behind and forgotten, is intent on giving her something she'd never forget. Misunderstandings and raunchy teen shenanigans.

Warnings: Desperate love-fuck, toys, orgasm denial, anal, Willow-logic.

The Plan

It was that time of year, where the Southern California climate did not change all that much from the way it was throughout the rest of the year, but seemed to by mere virtue of the impending summer months, which in turn did nothing to change the fact that Sunnydale nights were unnaturally cold regardless of the time of year.

For many a young man and woman, it meant graduation was soon.

For Willow Rosenberg, it meant hell.

Because while graduating in of itself was a huge deal here in Sunnydale(Weirdo gangs and drugs causing the unusually high mortality rate amongst young adults.) and Willow was all for that, this graduation in particular had her grumpier than a…an animal that was known for being grumpy.

For you see, it wasn't even Willow's own graduation occurring. The young woman was a mere Junior in high school. A Junior with numerous AP classes, but a Junior nonetheless.

For you see, ladies and gents, it was not Willow graduating. Nor was it the lack of Willow graduating despite having so many AP courses that was making her grumpy.

It was her girlfriend, Tara. Age 18, Senior at Sunnydale high.

"Oh," the redhead said as she finally thought of a grumpy animal. "Goliath Tiger Fish."

Various students, as well as Giles the librarian, turned to stare at her. Shit, had she been that loud?

With an awkward smile, Willow ducked her head and turned her attention back to her notebook. Letting her mind wander, she recalled the early days of her and Tara's relationship.

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Willow had just gotten out of practice, and to the surprise of many it seemed, it was not a Mathlete, Debate, or Chess Club practice. No siree, Willow had just gotten out of volleyball practice.

It had been a pact that they had made at the end of Freshman year, that once Sophomore year began, they would at least try for athletics. It had worked. Xander swam, Buffy and Faith were in soccer, and Anya ran track.

Willow had sucked at all of those.

Her position on the volleyball team was sort of an accident. A party at the Bronze had balloons everywhere, and as young people around the vicinity of balloons were wont to do, a game of trying to keep them in the air had started.

The Scoobies, as they were often called, were working on a fairly large monster of a 'balloon' that Faith(surprise, surprise) had cobbled together with a condom, and filled with helium and just enough beer to "make it a real party." Enough helium for it to stay in the air, enough beer that if it hit the ground, it'd pop and splash everyone.

As these things often happened, it eventually bounced too far for any one of them to bother saving, save for Willow who by this time had had her terrifying competitive streak tweaked to the point where failure was not an option.

Buffy and Xander said she soared. Anya and Faith claimed she scuttled across the floor in a terrifying half-crab-half-penguin maneuver that was probably more accurate.

Two members of the volleyball team who had been present called it one of the most well executed dives they'd ever seen from an underclassman.

And, well, Willow liked her spot on the team. Her teammates were nice and generally fun people, with a work ethic Willow could respect. The…popularity boost was also a bonus, raising them to near Cordette levels of influence, save for a few differences.

It seemed that, while not a rule enforced by the rest of the athletics department given the intelligence levels of its athletes, Willow's team had a self-governed 'nothing below a B' rule, in which violators were given 2 weeks to bring their grades up before being booted off of the team.

This was a unanimous ruling, because they were already a group of fit teenaged girls doing their sport scantily clad. They needed something to set themselves apart from the school's cheerleaders. It was also this mindset that meant the team had no tolerance for bullying amongst its ranks, as well as s 'don't be afraid to get your hands dirty' attitude.

This was why Willow was here, after sundown.

The school's band held practice at the same time as the volleyball team, and the musicians were currently packing everything into a van for a trip of some sort. Several members of the team, Willow included, had volunteered to help.

And that's how she met Tara, Junior, flute player and all around woman of Willow's dreams.

A month after that meeting, it was just shortened to 'Woman of Willow's'.

"Why not 'Willow's Woman'?" she had asked her girlfriend cheekily over lunch.

Tara just smiled her special smile. "I-I like the abbreviation," she admitted. "WOW?"

Anya had pointed out that, lesbians or not, that type of attitude was offensive to women. Willow placated her and mortified Tara by writing 'TB' on her forearm in black sharpie.

That didn't come off for several weeks, and once confronted by a concerned Mr. Giles, who backed off, rubbing his glasses as Anya and Faith explained that it did not stand for tuberculosis, but for 'Tara's Bitch' Willow scrubbed at the damn thing with a loofah till her arm was red.

Tara made her feel better later on afterward, by writing WOW and TB on her heated flesh with that talented tongue of hers.

Everything changed after that. Two hormonal girls in love, they'd made love any chance they got. Willow's house, Tara's house, Tara's car(both the hood and the backseat), band room, backstage, locker room, and to Willow's delight, under the bleachers after a home game.

And, during a particularly embarrassing incident in which Tara had parked too far away from the restaurant during a date, the two had wandered into one of Sunnydale's many cemeteries. Pulling each other onto an adequately sized stone slab and ready to grunt and grind the other to oblivion, they'd been disturbed and shoo'd off by Faith and Buffy, each laden with audio recorders, video cameras and flashlights, because they just couldn't have normal friends, could they?

Never mind that that she and Tara, and often Xander and Anya, often indulged the two and their ghost hunting hobbies.

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And now, after two years together, Tara was graduating. Off to university.

With college girls.

Without Willow.

Willow grit her teeth, digging her own fingernails into her palms as she clenched her fist.

They didn't even have the summer together!

"I-I'm gonna get settled at the university right after graduation," she said as they sat in her room.

Willow looked up from where she sat in the center of Tara's bed, playing with Miss Kitty's paws. "Buh? Summer semester? Really?!"

"I just think starting right away w-would really be a good thing."

Willow had just nodded. Damn Tara for being as much as a genius as she was, albeit in different areas. Damn her and her wanting to get as much done as possible. And damn Willow herself, for staying silent. She couldn't begrudge her lover anything for too long, and it was a logical step. So she's shoved aside her own selfish desires and played the supportive girlfriend.

She knew Tara loved her. She knew it. But that didn't stop the fear. The girls at college would be older than her. More experienced. More interesting. She trusted Tara.

It was those harpies she'd conjured up in her head that she didn't trust.

'It's just this week. This week, and then graduation, and then nothing. That's it.'

And so, Willow decided. Tara's graduation present would be sex.

Not just sex. A dirty, hot, desperate love-fuck that only Willow could provide.

And then Tara wouldn't even look twice at those slutty co-eds! Humming happily, Willow set her plan in motion.