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Chapter 52
"Mother, I don't see what is wrong with this dress," Willow said, exasperated from a day of wedding dress shopping with her mother.
"Of course you wouldn't dear. It is not a dress that you should be wearing to your wedding," said Sheila as she rifled through the dresses.
"It is the same dress just in a different color that you said would be perfect for Tara to wear to our wedding. Why is it perfect for Tara and not for me?"
"It just isn't."
"Why?" whined Willow.
"Fine," Sheila said, tired of her daughter's antics. "If you must know, Tara is better proportioned to fit in this dress."
"What do you mean she is better proportioned?" Willow looked between her mother and the dress. She saw her mother's eyes drop slightly and as they did she looked down to figure out what her mother was looking at. "Oh my god. You are saying that Tara can wear this dress and I can't because she has bigger boobs?"
"Well, I wouldn't have put it so crudely, Willow, but yes Tara's breasts are fuller and would make the dress look better. Now, can we move on to find something that will accentuate YOUR physique."
"You mean my boobless body?" Willow said pouting.
"Seriously, Willow. Not everyone can be blessed to have breast as nice and…what?" asked Sheila noticing the look on her daughter's face.
"Why are you looking at my fiancee's boobs? Since when do you check out other women's chests?"
"I have not been checking out Tara's breasts. I simply happen to notice that she has a very nice figure. Your father pointed it out one day to me."
"Ew, daddy has been checking Tara out?" Willow was mortified at this thought.
"Oh grow up Willow. You father was not 'checking' Tara out. With the way, you have your hands and lips all over the woman at times, in order to get your attention sometimes we do have to look at her. You really should get control of your hands. That woman's poor breasts never get any rest." Sheila walked away leaving her daughter standing there in the middle of the store her mouth gaping open.
"So, what kind of dress are you looking for?" Faith asked as she and Tara walked along the beach front.
"Just something light and airy I guess." Tara was looking out at the water and Faith could tell that there was something bothering her best friend.
"What's up, Tara?"
"What do you mean," asked Tara, turning to look at Faith.
"Something is bothering you. Is it the wedding? Are you having second thoughts?"
"Oh god no. Faith I can't wait to marry Willow."
"Then what is it?"
"I just…" Tara let out a deep sigh and moved to climb on a rock and sit down. Faith followed. "I miss mom sometimes. Okay, all of the time, but now especially. I see Willow and Sheila doing things together and, well, I want Mom here and to be doing them with her."
A tear escaped Tara's eye, followed by another, and another. Faith hated that her best friend had been robbed of more time with her mother and that there was nothing that she could do to help. Faith reached over and wrapped an arm around Tara's shoulder and pulled her close. She let Tara cry on her shoulder until the blonde felt she was done. Faith kissed to top of Tara's head before letting her up.
"Get a room," called a guy passing by.
"We already did," Faith yelled back. "This is the after show. Did you enjoy it?"
The man looked at her in disgust, his friends laughing and pulling him forward away from the two women.
"Do you need to do that?" Tara asked.
"Do what?"
"Egg them on. A simple 'fuck you' would have been more than sufficient."
"Yeah, but not nearly as fun," said Faith, a smirk growing on her face.
"Ugh," Tara groaned, burying her face in her hands.
"Come on, let's go find you a dress that will make that fiancee of yours drool and forget everything."
"If I wanted that, I'd just walk down the aisle naked."
"You'll get no complaints from me," Emily said as she walked up to Faith and Tara.
"Me either," said Dawn, waggling her eyebrows and playfully letting her eyes roam Tara's body.
"Oh no, none of you are seeing me naked," Tara said, blushing.
"Well, I don't know if I want to attend this wedding anymore," Dawn teased.
Tara shook her head and the group headed toward the grouping of stores in search of Tara's dress.
Tara arrived home to find Willow stretched out on the couch with one arm draped across her eyes. Tara couldn't help but stare at the woman she was going to be marrying in a couple of months.
"You know you could just take a picture with your camera to stare at later and get down here and kiss me," Willow said, without moving her arm.
Tara smiled and then leaned down and softly kissed Willow. As she started to pull back, Willow reached up and gently traced Tara's jawline with her finger.
"I love you," whispered Willow before capturing the blonde's lips.
"Mmmm, I love you, too."
Willow moved back on the couch leaving room for Tara to lay down with her. Their bodies pressed tight together. They didn't need to speak, they exchanged soft kisses and enjoyed the closeness.
"Tara?"
"Yes, sweetie," Tara said, entering the bedroom to see Willow standing in the middle of the room with no shirt on looking down at her chest. "Well, hello ladies."
"Am I really that boob deprived?" Willow asked, still looking at her chest.
Tara made her way over to where Willow was standing. She placed a finger under Willow's chin and brought the redhead's face up so that she could see her emerald eyes. Tara leaned forward and kissed Willow softly. As they kissed she brought her hands up and cupped both of Willow's breasts.
"No, you aren't boob derived," Tara said, pulling back slightly. "They are the perfect size to fit in my hands." Tara caressed Willow's breasts as the couple kissed again.
"If you keep that up we aren't going to make it to the beach to join the others," whispered Willow.
"Making love to a gorgeous woman or sitting in the hot sun getting sand in places it truly should not be in? Is there really a choice in there?"
Willow groaned and pulled Tara closer. Just as they were about to make their way to the bed, both of their cell phones went off.
"Faith," said Tara.
"Buffy," Willow said.
"Honey, why were you asking about being boob deprived?" Tara asked as Willow removed the blonde's hands from her breasts.
"Oh, the other day when I was out looking at dresses with my mom I found a dress I liked and my mom said it was wrong for me. I asked her why she had said it was great for you then. She told me that it was because you have boobs. She even said my dad had noticed your boobs. I'm not sure how I feel about that."
"Um, I know how I feel about that," started Tara. "Bloody uncomfortable."
"You've been talking to the rep in England again haven't you?" teased Willow.
"Shush you!"
The couple finished getting ready and headed out to join their friends at the beach for a day of fun and sun.
TBC...
