Willow watched as Tara came out of the bathroom wrapped in nothing but a towel. She walked over and draped her arms around her lover's neck. Tara dropped the towel to reciprocate, pressing her body firmly against Willow. "Umm…look at you, all coming out of the shower."
"I do that sometimes, you know, after I shower." Tara smiled coyly, a blush spreading from her ears all the way down to her toes. "I'm s-sorry…I'm just not use to being forward with the physical." She reached down and covered her breast. Willow reached up and put her hands on Tara's, pulling her hands away from her breast, "I don't know what you see in me." Tara trailed off, putting her hands on her hips and tugging at the skin there.
Willow kissed Tara gently and guided her to the bed, "The hotness of you doofus."
Tara smiled up and into Willow's eyes, sitting on the edge of the bed. "Does this weekend have to end?" She asked in a whisper, "It's been so perfect. No monsters, no demons. No Hell Gods…"
"No Buffy…" Willow averted her gaze.
"Willow, you don't mean that."
"No…I mean not in the sense that I want her dead or never to have come here, or, there, rather, but…to keep you safe, Tara, I'd wish for anything."
"Buffy's saved all of us, numerous times. She loves you, Will. She'd do anything for us."
"I know that, but it's because of her that you get shot. I mean it's not like Warren was trying to kill you. He just misfired. Not that him wanting to kill Buffy softens the blow, but…you know?"
Tara scooted over making room for the redhead, "Will, this is me. I'm right here." She kissed Willow gently, letting her lips linger. "I have faith in you. Everything is going to be fine."
"Nothing goings to be fine!" Angel screamed, bursting through the door, "Oh…I'm so very…is that my towel?"
"Angel! Tact much?" Willow yelled, tossing a blanket over Tara's well exposed body, "You know, this is our guest room. You should have knocked."
"Sorry…" Angel gave an apologetic smile to the women on the bed, "If you all are busy…I can…I should."
"You're fine, Mister Angel. We were just talking." Tara smiled a bit at the vampire's uneasiness. "We are guest in your home. We shouldn't be exposed at this time of the day."
He continued to grin, "Did I just love her in the future?"
"You barely knew her there…"
"She called me 'Mister'." He grinned more, taking in the word, "Mister," he repeated.
"Angel? You inappropriately barged in on us for a reason?
"Oh yea…right….I did what you ask, you know-"
"You talked to the Powers?" Tara chimed in.
"Sorry…again. I wasn't sure how much Willow actually filled you in on."
"She's my world. I tell her everything." Willow leaned back, placing a soft kiss to Tara's lips.
"Right." Angel nodded, "but the point is, they said there was nothing I could do, that it was none of my business. Which I found rather…rude of them. But they did give me something. They said that I was beneath you. Whatever that means."
"Beneath you? But…oh god…" Willow stopped, "I'm going to go dark."
