A talk about clogs
A/N New series of shorts, little unimportant things that may be funny. Canon.
Sunnydale, California 2001
Willow had searched almost the entire house, her clogs were nowhere to be seen. Tara had sworn Dawn had borrowed them, but Dawn's room was completely empty of clogs. Tara was downstairs, cleaning up from breakfast, she was supposed to be reprogramming new puns into Buffybot but the clogs. I love my clogs, all purple and shiny, so beautiful and shiny and purple.
"Tara." Willow shouted as she waltzed down the stairs, too fast, missing two at a time. Landing quickly through the kitchen door, she watched her girlfriend's back wave around as she hummed away the washing up. She was so cute when she hummed, it was nearly always the same song, the theme song to the cereal advert, annoying and repetitive but Tara made it work. Calming down and forgetting the lost clogs for a second, Willow wrapped her arms around Tara's waist and leaned her chin into the crook of her neck. Nuzzling her gently, Tara gave out a small whimper as Willow placed little kisses onto the skin she rested on.
"Yes Honey." Tara said smiling, turning around to face the redhead behind her. "You wanted something?" The words playful, she held Willow's hands outwards, their eyes locking.
"Oh that, yeah it doesn't matter now, there are much more pressing things to do." She leaned in quickly, but Tara paused before letting their lips touch. She could feel the pink lip-marks on her neck heat before their intensity increased. But then Tara remembered the situation. They had things to be getting on with, and the washing up wasn't going to do itself. It would once she'd discovered the spell for it, but not as of yet.
"Will, you are supposed to be reprogramming Buffybot, by your own confession." She said quietly, for their ears only, then Willow shut her eyes and shook her head.
"Nope, I have much more important things to be getting into." Willow mumbled through as their foreheads met. Their skin touching closely, a little sweat beading and mixing as Tara brought her hand up, cupping Willow's soft cheek. They pressed their lips together in a sweet kiss, it was short and over before the warmth set in. "Where are my clogs?" Willow said slowly, her eyes flitting open as she bore into Tara. She looked down, her hand still resting on Willow's cheek, her heartbeat quickened. Willow felt its slow rise up the number line. She'd accidently taken Tara's pulse numerous times but this one was a lucky sign.
"Sweetie, I really don't know. I thought Dawn had them, I really did." Willow didn't believe this for one second; Tara always bit her lip when she was lying, she never broke their gaze, but she did bite her lip. This time she had an excuse though, she could always just blame it on the kisses.
"Okay, I don't believe you Miss pants-on-fire. So here's an ultimatum. Kisses and you tell me where my clogs are, or no kisses and you don't. It's up to you, but don't bring your lips to me when I whimper about it." Tara thought for a moment, it was a tough choice, however much she hated those clogs, the loss of kisses would be an upsetting one, she needed those kisses you know, for morale.
"Oh alright then, they are under the bed. Little spell that stops you noticing them." Tara said quietly. Willow smiled, she made to run upstairs to grab them before she felt the tugging at her wrist. "Ohh no you don't. Not so fast missy I was promised kisses for my information." Willow smiled, Tara always made her melt. She felt like putty in that girl's arms most of the time. Tara pulled her close, she was taking her time, enjoying the feeling of empowerment; twirling that little bit of red hair that always got caught behind Willow's ears. Pulling her in closer, her hands cupping either side of her face, their favourite way because it meant Willow could fall, or melt and Tara would be able to catch her and, keep her up. Pressing their lips together again, more like a crash than the first, as Tara nibbled at her lower lip casting out a low moan. Their kiss deepened Willow braving her tongue to meet with Tara's eager partner a battle ensuing. Tara would win, always, that was their way, it was all a bit of fun and games, their little battles always leading to an overpowering victory. As desire crept into their bones and boiled their blood, Willow was thinking. Dawn is at school, all, day, long and Buffybot's powered down in the basement. Willow broke the kiss and grabbed Tara's hand pulling her up the stairs. She would find her clogs later. There were much more important things to do first.