"Mum, can I invite someone to have dinner with us tomorrow night?" Tara asked, toying with her hands as she awaited her mother's answer.
"By 'someone', do you mean Willow?" Vanessa questioned.
Tara nodded.
"Sure. I guess that would be alright."
A relieved smile crossed Tara's face. "Great. I want you to meet her. Officially."
Vanessa's eyebrow rose. "Ooh. Does that mean what I think it means Tara?"
Tara blushed lightly. "I don't know. What do you think it means?"
"So, how about you come for dinner at my place tomorrow night?" Tara asked as they lay together on the grass that night.
Willow's expression was one of worry. "Sure. I suppose I could."
Tara laughed. "Look at you cutie! You're nervous already!" Willow blushed. Before she could say anything though, Tara met her lips with her own, kissing her softly.
"Good. I want you to meet my Mum. Officially this time."
"What's that mean?" Willow asked, her eyebrow raised slightly.
"Well, she knows you're a friend."
"Obviously, if you push the limits staying with me every night." Willow said cheekily.
"Hey!" Tara said, playfully nudging the redhead.
"Anyway, she knows you're a friend. But she doesn't know you're my girlfriend. That I'm madly in love with you."
"Am I?" Willow asked curiously.
"What?"
"Your girlfriend?" She clarified.
"Unless you don't want to be. But I don't even want to entertain that idea. It would destroy me." Tara said in mock sadness, a pout forming on her lips.
Tenderly, Willow slipped her arms around Tara and pulled her close, pressing their lips together. "I wouldn't dream of it. It would destroy me just as much." She said as they pulled apart. The smile returned to Tara's lips and a fresh one formed on Willow's.
"Besides," Tara said, returning to Willow's question. "Mum always says, once you start kissing and that, you're with them."
Willow laughed, kissing Tara again. "Well, we've been doing a lot of that." She said. "So I guess that would make us together wouldn't it? Make it official?" Willow asked, leaning in so their noses almost touched. Happily, Tara obliged and kissed her softly.
"So you'll come?" She asked hopefully, pulling away.
"No, I think I'll stay in tomorrow. Reminisce about the days I had no life."
Tara's mouth fell open and her eyes grew wide.
Playfully, Willow slapped her shoulder gently, her smile growing. "Of course I'll come! Baby, how could you ever doubt it? I wouldn't miss it for the world!"
Tara's face relaxed. "You really had me for a second there." She admitted. "Good. It's a date then. Kinda."
"Kinda?" Willow asked.
"Well, it won't be like a proper date with my Mum intruding will it?"
Willow smiled. "No, I guess not."
"Anything you like?"
"You?" Willow offered playfully.
"Food silly!" Tara laughed.
"Why don't you make your favourite?" Willow suggested. "Then, when you meet my parents, I'll make mine."
Tara gave Willow a quick kiss on the lips. "That's a great idea. Why didn't I think of that?"
Willow shrugged. "Because I did first?" She suggested, making them both laugh.
Tara groaned.
"What's wrong?" Willow asked, concern flooding her face.
"It's that time again." She said, both annoyed and disappointed.
"Oh." Willow said, her face falling as she got up and offered a hand to Tara.
"Same time, here on the hill and I'll take you?" Tara suggested.
Willow nodded.
