Ménage à Trois
Sometime after New
Moon Rising.
Nothing is mine.
Willow knew she'd made the right choice. It wasn't necessarily the safest or most conventional, but in her heart she knew it was right.
She loved Tara (saying it still made her giggle sometimes). Tara was everything she wanted, everything she could ever want. Tara was home, and Willow knew there truly was no place like it (she resisted the urge to click her heels).
But there were still some nights, when the moon was full (only when the moon was full), when Willow would allow her mind to wander. On these nights she would wonder where he was, wonder if he was happy. (She also wondered if he still played his guitar, because deep down she was still his groupie). And after she was finished wondering she would close her eyes and wrap her arms around the woman sleeping next to her.
Willow didn't regret her choice. She really and truly loved Tara (no giggling this time). But on those certain nights… she knew she still loved him too.