Willow rushed around her room trying to find matches to light the candle. She kept fumbling with the matches and dropping them on to the carpet. She tucked the matchbook in her pocket and resolved to light the candle just before she knocked on Tara's door.
She locked her own dorm room, the one she shared with Buffy, absent-mindedly and made her way through campus towards the building Tara lived in.
She had a plan, finally. She knew where she wanted to be. Who she wanted to be with. Willow couldn't say she wasn't nervous, but she felt terrible. She had put Tara through this roller coaster.
She loved Tara Maclay. She smiled at the thought, her feet moving a little faster making her way towards Tara's building. Excitement and nerves making a fun cocktail for her brain to sort out. She knew she wanted this to end in smoochies. And being naked. If Tara wanted.
She was plotting now. She would go to Tara, and say what? That she was crazy about her? That she wanted her? That she was sorry? She wasn't sure what to say really. Say what? I want to get naked with you right now and take you to bed to make up for all the crap I put you through? I want back in your arms? I want to love you?
She breathed, the words would come. She lit the candle without hesitation this time, and raised her hand to knock on the door. It would all come.
