Again, thanks for all the views guys. I think there'll only be a few more chapters as I've had an idea for a humongous Glee fic – if you're into that then check it out, it'll be up in a week or so, maybe less.
This is the chapter where I will begin to deviate from the actual storyline – what's the fun in writing events that have already happened?!
Disclaimer – I own my house, my bed and this laptop, but sadly not BTVS.
Enjoy!
After a few days apart, the redhead was seriously missing the blonde. Should I call her? Go see her maybe? No that would be all creepy stalker-ish, wouldn't it? She couldn't remember ever having such conflicting feelings about someone. She couldn't decide if Tara was a friend, or potentially more. She was interrupted, however, by the shrill ringing of her phone.
"You've reached the room of Willow Rosenberg and Buffy Summers, unfortunately Willow is here right now so whoever you are, you're gonna have to put up with me," Willow joked down the line, expecting to hear the gruff voice of Xander or Giles, and being pleasantly surprised when it wasn't.
"H-hi Willow," a familiar voice breathed, with a hint of laughter behind it. "Do you want to come over tonight? T-to my room, I mean, we could do some... some spells or... something," Tara asked.
"I'd love to, I'll be right over, do you want me to, um, bring anything?"
"N-no it's okay, see you soon," said Tara, and Willow could tell she was smiling on the other end of the phone.
"Bye!" Willow exclaimed happily.
A few minutes later, there was a knock on Tara's door. She rushed to answer it, a silly, inexplicable grin on her face. Before calling, earlier that evening, Tara had sat down and seriously thought about the feelings she was having for the other woman. She had known she was gay from a very early age, before she even knew what it meant, and she had received many beatings from her father and brother for her sexuality. They called her disgusting and wrong, but when she liked a girl it felt so right that she knew they were the disgusting ones, and she was perfectly comfortable with herself, no matter who tried to tell her otherwise. She had been unable to get Willow off her mind since she last saw her, and had thought many times about calling her, or going to see her, but didn't want to look like some kind of creepy stalker.
She opened the door, being greeted by a similar facial expression, only the hair was red and the eyes were green. She's beautiful, Tara thought to herself. Willow took in the sight of Tara's long, earthy brown skirt and low-cut green top, and thought exactly the same thing.
They said their hellos, and Tara invited Willow in. Willow looked around the room, taking in the fairy lights, spell tomes and various ingredients lying around the room, and smiled at the prettiness of it. Just like its owner, she thought. In that moment, something unspoken passed between them as Willow turned to face Tara and their eyes locked. They both knew how the other felt – neither of them knew how, or why they knew, but they just did. Willow walked over to Tara and wordlessly presented her with a bright red rose she had picked on her way to Tara's dorm. Somehow, she knew they were her favourite.
"T-thank you W-willow, you didn't have to b-bring me anything," Tara began, but was shushed by Willow.
"I thought maybe we could try something with it," she said. "We'll start out slow."
"Okay," replied Tara, looking confused. She paused, then, "Willow?"
"Yeah?"
Tara's eyes widened at the innuendo she was about to create, "start out slow doing what?"
Willow's heart jumped at the undertones in Tara's voice, and her heart leapt. She replied, in a soft voice, "Oh. We're gonna float the rose. Then use the magicks to pluck the petals off, one at a time. It's a test of synchronicity. Our minds have to be perfectly attuned to work as a single delicate implement."
Tara looked slightly confused, and was slightly surprised at Willow's outburst of long words. "Cool," she said, simply.
"And it should be very pretty," Willow smiled, drawing a soft giggle from Tara.
They sat on the floor, and Willow carefully drew out a golden star on the carpet, then encircled it with various herbs, drawing a careful dot in each of the star's points. One for each of the elements; earth, water, fire, air and magick.
Once she was done, they sat, legs crossed at opposite ends of the small diagram, knees touching slightly. Willow gently linked her fingers with Tara's, a warm feeling flooding her body as they touched. They closed their eyes, and began the spell. Slowly, they opened their eyes to see the beautiful rose floating about a foot off the ground in between them, inches from their faces.
"It worked!" Tara exclaimed quietly, afraid a loud noise would ruin the moment.
"Now for the hard part," Willow said, smiling at the look of amazement in the blonde's deep blue eyes. "The petals."
They began to concentrate again, eyes open this time, staring at each other rather than the rose. Willow squeezed Tara's hands as the first 5 petals were pulled from the rose. They hovered gently above the point of the star meaning 'fire', then burst into a gentle pink flame. The next 5 were pulled off cautiously, and dissolved into a cascade of water over another point on the star, which disappeared before hitting the floor. The next five became a mini tornado, hurtling around the girl's heads for a few seconds before vanishing in a gentle breeze. More petals succumbed to the element of earth, turning brown then crumbling to dirt, showering the girls in brown flecks which vanished as quickly as they appeared. The final petals sprung off and remained stationary in the air, then, one by one, they burst into brightly coloured sparks, flying into the witches bodies, leaving them feeling energized and ecstatically happy.
"Wow... that was i-intense," said Tara, smiling at Willow, the heady rush leaving her breathless and unable to respond. She simply laid on Tara's carpet, aware of the other woman's warm leg near her head, their left hands still linked together.
Once she had gathered her breath, Willow nodded gently, the back of her hair grazing Tara's thigh as she responded with, "it certainly was."
Willow sat up reluctantly, and with regret in her tone, she told Tara that she should really be on her way. Tara, however, pulled a puppy-dog-eyes face, which was totally unfair in Willow's opinion and asked her to stay the night. Willow considered, and, realising that Buffy would probably be staying the night at Lowell House with Riley, she accepted.
After borrowing some of Tara's PJs, Willow turned her back on the other woman to respect her privacy as they both got changed. However, Tara's room had a full length mirror leaned against the wall, and Willow looked past her own reflection, seeing Tara's slightly muscular figure revealed as she removed her shirt. The sight of her silky white skin absorbing the moonlight from the window as she took off her bra made Willow stop moving altogether. She was mesmerized by the other woman, chills going down her spine at the sight of her shirtless back. As Tara donned her shirt, Willow quickly pulled hers over her head to hide the fact she had been staring. The shirt smelled like Tara, a soft scent, which to Willow, reminded her of home, her safe place. After quickly changing her skirt into some comfortable joggers, and glancing at the smooth shape of Tara's legs which ended at one end in her delicate feet, and the other her firm, toned bum, she crawled into Tara's bed, turning off the lamp at her side as the blonde wicca climbed in the other side, turning off her lamp also.
The sheets smelled deliciously of Tara, and Willow snuggled down into them, her back to the other woman, and was surprised to feel heat against her back and an arm snaking around her waist as Tara pulled her close. Her legs pressed against Willow's, her small bum against her thigh and her ample breasts and toned stomach touching the other woman's back, Tara was so happy. She could have stayed in the moment forever. Willow made a contented sigh as she got comfortable in her position against the witch, and linked her fingers with the hand of the arm that was wrapped around her, for no other purpose than to just feel close.
That night, both girls had the best night's sleep they had ever experienced.
