I am urged to write a short warning on this chapter:
This chapter contains some sexual content, although nothing worthy of an M rating...
You have a warned...
Thirty Minutes Later...
Sunnydale Hospital – Corridor
Buffy and Willow walk down the corridor going over the plan once more.
"Are you sure about this?" Willow asks apprehensively.
"I'm as sure about this as I am about yours and Tara's love." Buffy exclaims.
"Thank you." Willow thanks Buffy.
Due to the nature of Buffy's injuries a constant drip is being administered into her body, however; she is accompanied by an IV pole with saline stand, perfect and portable.
"Wish me luck." Buffy announces anxiously.
"Luck." Willow replies nervously.
Buffy make a slow saunter down the corridor. ON the left is Tara's room and beyond that, seated next to the door is Mr Maclay, sat beady eyed watching everyone moves. As Buffy proceeds down the corridor she keeps her head low and drags the IV with her. When she is about to pass Mr Maclay she takes a deep breath, and then as she is just about to pass him, she falls over. Immediately Mr Maclay gets to his feet and rushes to get help, and as he is preoccupied with Buffy Willow sneaks into Tara's room.
The room is very calm and quiet as Willow enters and Tara sleeping majestically, admiring the consistent rise and fall of her chest. Before making her way over to Tara's bedside Willow peeks out into the corridor to see Mr Maclay hovering over Buffy still crumpled on the floor, two nurses – one with a wheelchair – accompanies him. After getting a bit of closure that Mr Maclay is currently preoccupied Willow wanders over to Tara's bedside and sits down in the chair, making sure she is out of view from the door. Once sat in the chair she draws her knees up to her chest and just continues to watch Tara sleeping.
Twenty minutes elapse of Willow just watching. She can see that Tara is smiling in her sleep and this makes Willow smile too, knowing that even whilst dreaming Tara can be happy. Willow peers down at her watch, it is nearly two o' clock in the afternoon, meaning that nurse Carol would be back to check on Tara and give her some of that disgusting, putrid hospital food. 'No doubt father dearest will come in to check on her at that point too." Willow thinks to herself. "Maybe I should leave a note or something in her diary, explain that it is nearly impossible to see her with her father around." Willow peers up to look at Tara, and Tara is awake, smiling at her.
"Hey," Willow whispers quietly, grasping Tara's hand in her own.
"Hey," Tara replies quietly. "You're back."
"I am." Willow beams a smile at Tara. "But I can't stay long. Your father is outside; I snuck in to see you."
Tara looks at Willow, awestruck. "I'm glad you came to see me."
"Me too." Willow replies, her smile meeting her eyes, suddenly; her smile fades and eventually vanishes.
"What's wrong, Willow?" Tara asks bewildered.
"I'm sorry, but I have to do this; I have no choice." Willow stops and takes a breath in.
"What is it?" Tara asks now frightened and afraid.
"I'm giving you an ultimatum, and I'm sorry I have to do this, I really am." Willow states. "You can come live with me, and I will make sure you get better and your memories come back to you, or; you can go back with your father..." Willow sighs. "..And forget everything that has happened over the past two years."
Willow look at Tara who is deep in thought, "My father..." Tara announces.
Willow slowly loosens her grasp on Tara's hand and eventually pulls her hand away. She drops her head to her chest, trying her hardest not to cry.
"My father is a shallow and vindictive man. I-I would never choose him over y-you."
Willow slowly looks up to peer at Tara in disbelief. Tears of heartbreak had already began to fall, however; when Willow see's Tara smiling it makes her smile in return; tears of elation now falling.
"Okay?" Tara asks.
"Oh yes." Willow articulates with a smile, getting to her feet and hugging Tara.
Tara winces and groans in pain as Willow unwillingly lets her emotions get the better of her and exerts a lot of pressure with her reticulated hug.
"I'm so sorry!" Willow apologetically replies as she quickly releases her hug and sits back from Tara.
Tara looks at Willow, her eyebrows furrowed together, "I did just get shot, or don't you remember..." Tara trails of. "No wait, that's my bad." She continues with a smile.
Willow grabs hold of Tara hand again, "You are amazing, do you know that?"
"Thank you." Tara replies. "You are too, nobody could watch the person they l-loved not remember them and stick around."
Willow picks up Tara's hand and places it to her lips, tossing a smile in her direction too. "Your shirt..." Willow natters bemused. "You're bleeding!" Willow gets out of the chair and frantically searches the room for something to stop the bleeding.
"Willow." Tara calls out, Willow ignores her; ignorant in her own upheaval. "Willow!" Tara repeats, this time her voice is louder and more domineering.
Willow stops and turns to Tara, "Willow, calm down. The sutures are in the trolley near the bathroom, second drawer down." Tara explains calmly.
Willow hurries over to the drawers and takes out a couple of packages sutures, once she has the sutures she walks back over to Tara, sutures in her hand. As she gets closer to the bed she takes them out of the packets, her hands shaking rapidly.
Tara grabs hold of Willows hand and looks her in the eyes. "Calm down. Accident happen, it doesn't even look that bad." Tara explains trying to comfort Willow.
Willow peers anxiously as the sutures in her hand then the blood stain on Tara's shirt before taking a deep breath before releasing it slowly.
Tara begins to unbutton her shirt so that the middle of her chest is showing. Willow gawks at the huge bandage running up the centre of Tara's chest and gulps. She is about to pass Tara the sutures so that she can apply the pressure, instead; Tara shyly guides Willow's hand holding the suture to her chest. The feeling of Willow touching her so intimately sends shivers down Tara's spine.
Willow can feel the emotions running through Tara as her heart beats faster and faster under hand. "Willow leans into Tara, centimetres from her face, "Tell me you don't want this." Willow asks gasping.
"I want this." Tara replies locking lips with Willow, her whole body screaming for her.
Willow kisses her gently, careful not to take things too far and innocently takes her hand away from Tara's chest, trying to resist the temptations. Tara, however; has other ideas and slowly brings her own hand up to cup Willow's breast outside of her top. This is action it causes Willow to reluctantly push her tongue through her mouth into Tara's mouth, Tara greets it with her own, quietly moaning erotically into the kiss. Tara tries to find one of Willow's hands and upon locating it she slowly tries to bring it up to her own breast, craving the need for further human interaction.
"I can't." Willow announces as she stops kissing Tara, pulling her hand out of Tara's. I can't, because when you go I'll be left with amnesia Tara, I can't have something in my grasp only for it to be snatched away. I can't go through that."
"Willow." Tara states, "I am amnesia Tara."
Willow stares at Tara, Tara staring back and her eyes full of passion, however; when Willow looks deep enough she can see that reflecting back was not her Tara and indeed was amnesia Tara.
Tara leans in to Willow and they lean foreheads together, "I may not know or remember everything that has happened between us, but I know that there is something undeniably strong pulling me to you, and who am I to deny that connection." Tara places a delicate kiss upon Willow's forehead and moves her way down to her lips again.
This time Willow kisses back, full throttle; holding nothing back, "I've missed you." She states before captivating Tara's tongue with her own.
As they wrestle with their tongues Tara cups Willow's breast again, and like before she gently grabs a hold of Willow's hand and guides it towards her own breast beneath her open shirt. This time there is no reluctance on Willow's behalf. As Willow's hand meets with Tara's breast shivers are send down Tara's spine, her vision going blurry and her world spins around her and that is when everything goes black...
So, today is my 18th birthday,and I leave you witha chapter... Enjoy...