"Is this okay?" Willow asked, walking into Tara's room, then turning her back when she saw the brunette in just her underwear, "Sorry. Didn't mean to just barge in."
"You've seen me in a lot less," Tara chuckled, "You can come in here whenever you want. I want my room to be Willow-friendly."
"Oh. Good. That's very of the good," Willow said, her back still turned.
"You can turn around, sweetie. I was about to come get you to help me zip up my dress, anyway."
Willow turned back around and couldn't help roaming her eyes over her girlfriend's half-naked body, her burgundy bra contrasting against her creamy white skin and her almost-the-exact-same-shade-of-red panties with the word 'sexy' written across her ass.
Oh yeah. She's sexy alright. Sexy and delicious… God I love her breasts…so firm and round…and big…so much of them…
"We could just stay in, ya know…" she said, keeping her gaze firmly locked on the brunette's breasts, encased in the rich red fabric.
"I promise you have nothing to be worried about. We'll just sit around with the guys and have a good time, we don't even have to dance if you don't want to," Tara replied, looking through her jewellery box, completely oblivious to where the redhead was staring, "And if you're feeling really bad then we can just leave. But I think you'll like it once we get there."
It was Friday night, the night that Willow was finally going to be going out, to Liza's, the gay bar that Tara and Craig had been populating for the past two years, actually called RnBw, but run by a drag queen who dressed as Liza Minelli, so all the regulars called it Liza's. Craig, Ben and Justin were going as well as Willow was feeling a little nervous about it, even though Tara had reassured her she would be fine. She wasn't so much worried about being in the club; that sounded fun enough, she was just unsure of the proper etiquette, whether there was a proper way to act in the situation.
When Willow didn't respond for a few moments, Tara looked up and saw where her focus was fixed.
"Ah. That's why you don't want to go out," she smirked, pulling her light blue dress over her head, "I'll just take away the temptation."
"Sorry," Willow said, smiling sheepishly and sitting on the end of the bed, and taking a deep breath, wanting to talk to her girlfriend about something that she wasn't looking forward to saying, "Um…so you know I suck at dancing and stuff. But I know you really love it. So I'm definitely gonna get up there with you, 'cause I wanna do things you like. But, um, like I said, I suck. So I just wanted to say, if you wanted to dance with other girls, who like, can actually dance and won't make you look stupid, that's okay, I mean, um, it's okay with me, I mean…I guess. I just want you to have fun. But maybe not too much fun…? That came out wrong, I just mean, um, I don't really wanna see you kissing anyone else or something."
Tara, who had by now joined the redhead on the end of the bed, regarded her in a mild state of shock.
"I would never cheat on you," she said, her voice almost breaking with emotion, "Honey, is that what you're worried about?"
"It's just, I know you like going out and dancing and partying and making out with the girls, and I don't wanna stop you from doing something you like doing."
"Oh, Will," Tara replied and cupped one of the smaller girl's cheeks, "I have had some great nights going out partying with Craig and the gang, and yeah, that involved dancing and making out a little. But you're in my life now, I don't want to be dancing with anyone but you, and nobody's lips but yours are gonna touch mine. And I don't care if we do look stupid dancing, 'cause we'll look stupid together. I wasn't joking when I said I've never felt this way before."
"Me either," Willow shook her head shyly.
"I also wasn't joking when I said I'm yours."
Willow nodded, again shy.
"I'm your girlfriend, and I don't know or don't care what that means to other people, but to me it means the emotional connectedness is just as important, if not more so, than the physical one, and you're the only person I've ever had that with."
"You shouldn't have to explain yourself," Willow replied, self-deprecatingly, "I just love having you in my life so much that I guess I was just trying to say I'll take what I can get…even if that meant sharing."
"You are such a beautiful, special person, Willow, and you should never accept anything less than you deserve. And I'm gonna try my damned hardest to make sure I can be what you deserve. No sharing, so settling, just you and me."
Tara leant forward and rested her forehead against the brunettes, giving her a small kiss.
"Are we really gay?" Willow asked, after a moment, trying to lighten the mood, "All the emotional talks and processing?"
"Maybe," Tara smirked, "But I like being really gay."
"Oh yeah," Willow replied and pulled the brunette in for a kiss, "You flaming homo, you."
"Oh I'll show you flaming homo," Tara responded, giggling and tackled the redhead into a lying position on the bed.
She was about to start a tickle assault when they locked eyes and their mouths came together hungrily instead. Tara cupped the smaller girl's cheeks and deepened the kiss as Willow's hands started running up and down her back, the fabric of her dress slowly riding up until hands met skin and both girls moaned into each other's mouths.
"Ha. Nice underwear, Tara."
Both girls broke apart at the sound of a male voice in the doorway.
"Hey!" Willow said, indignant as they both sat up and she tried to pull the brunette's dress down.
"Chill, doll, it's not like I'm looking," Craig smirked.
"Yeah, well, still," Willow spluttered, "There's rules and protocols and, and etiquette, none of which involve you looking at my girlfriend's panties!"
"Hey now, don't go all Anne Heche crazy on me."
"Your key is for emergencies only, Craig," Tara huffed, trying to stop the other two from bickering.
"No one answered when I knocked!" Craig tried to defend himself, "This is New York, you could have been killed in your sleep and no one would know for days!"
Willow opened and closed her mouth in shock and Tara shook her head.
"Okay. Whatever. Look, we'll be out in a few minutes, we need to finish getting ready."
"Wait…you guys aren't mad, are you? I don't want to start a night out with you two mad."
Tara sighed and stood, giving Craig a somewhat-forced smile.
"Not mad. Promise. But we do need to finish getting ready. So we'll see you in the living room."
She closed the door before Craig had a chance to respond and walked back over to Willow, kneeling in front of her.
"You okay, sweetie?"
"Yeah," Willow looked up with a smile, "Was just surprised. I'm cool, though."
"Good. You look beautiful, by the way."
"This is okay?" Willow asked, repeating the question she had initially come into the room to ask and standing up.
She was wearing tight black jeans and a red shirt that stopped just an inch above her waistline, giving Tara a tantalising view of skin.
"It's perfect," the brunette replied, licking her lips subconsciously, "Will you zip me up?"
She turned and felt her zipper being pulled up before feather-light kisses were placed along her shoulder blades.
"You look beautiful, too," Willow whispered in her ear.
Tara turned and gave her a quick kiss before entwining their hands.
"You ready to go?"
"Yep," Willow nodded.
Tara reached over and grabbed her clutch purse from the dresser before they both walked out of the bedroom and into the living room, where Craig, Ben and Justin were standing.
Willow smiled at the boys and waved at Justin. She'd only met the brown-haired, green-eyed boy a couple of times, in passing. He was shorter than both Craig and Ben, Willow figured he was about 5''10', and he seemed like a nice guy. Tara had told her he worked three jobs, which is why she had seen him a lot less than she had seen Craig.
"Ben seems to think I should apologise for walking in on you two," Craig said in a chastised tone, then amended it to a genuinely apologetic one, "I'm sorry."
"It's alright, dude," Tara said with a laugh, then turned to Justin, "But I didn't get a chance to tell you yet. I can formally introduce you to my girlfriend, Willow. Willow Rosenberg, girlfriend, meet Justin Syde, Occupant of 3A and friend."
"And, yes, before you ask, that is my real name, my parents were clearly on crack when they named me. Oh and," Justin smiled, then scrunched up his nose, "I kinda already knew. Bedroom walls back onto my apartment. You know, Tara, I never pegged you as a screamer."
Willow's eyes widened and her face turned bright red, but Tara just wrapped her arm around her waist and smirked.
"Yeah, well, she's just that good."
"So, club time, right?" Willow asked eagerly, desperately wanting to get out of the conversation.
"Right," Ben nodded, equally as embarrassed, still getting used to the outspoken banter between his boyfriend and his friends, "We should go now."
Craig grabbed Ben's hand and moved towards the door, smirking the entire time.
"Let's get our party on."