Disclaimer: Joss Whedon owns and operates all things Buffy, this is just my
nonchalant attempt, well second attempt, to write something Buffy-like.
Summary: Willow and Tara have been fighting, and it looks like Willow is done with Tara's not so clear attempts to make their relationship stronger.
Feedback: I always welcome constructive criticism! Email me: teasingvixen16@yahoo.com, or write me a review!
This is Ch. 2 of "Fighting"
Tara: Fine, but you'll see this is the only way.
Willow: I'm afraid that is your view on this whole thing, I see several other ways.
With that Tara walks to the door, she places her hand on the door frame, and turns her head towards Willow.
Tara: I'm leaving.
Willow: Ok. 'She chokes this one word out with much difficulty.'
Willow lowers her eyes, a single tear streams down her face.
Tara: I'm serious Willow, I'm leaving.
Willow: I heard you.
Tara: Well ok, just thought I'd make that clear.
Willow: It's crystal, unfortunately.
Tara: You've made it clear that I can't come back.
Willow: No, you can't.
Tara: 'sighs' Ok.
Tara still stands at the door, not able to make herself actually put one foot in front of the other and walk away. Tara thinks in her mind that maybe it's another spell, only this one won't let her leave Willow's bedroom. She dismisses that idea promptly; the only thing that's keeping her in that room is her love for Willow.
Willow: Is there something else? I mean, I know you want to leave, so maybe you should just make this easier and go, and not stand there looking all cute and pensive and make me start to question what I'm doing, and feel free to stop me anytime.
Tara: I'm going. I just.
Willow: What is it? Tara: 'starting to sing' I lived my life in the shadows, never the sun on my face. It didn't seem so sad though; I figured that was my place.
Willow: Oh god.
Tara: 'surprised at her bluntness' Well, you used to like it.
Willow: 'almost starting to laugh' Yea, but last time we weren't breaking up. It was all romantic on the bridge, and sunny.
Tara: It wouldn't have worked if it hadn't of been so sunny.
Willow: No kidding!
Tara: Yea, that was really great.
Willow: It would have been better if I could sing and it had not all been caused by a demon, but I guess I can't have everything.
Tara: There is one thing you can have.
Willow: 'looking up' What's that?
Tara: Me. You can have me, Willow.
Willow: But, what about the magick?
Tara: I'm not going to let you do it on your own this time; I'm going to help.
Willow: Really? You're going to stay?
Tara: Yes. Besides I figure that Dawn will probably kill me if I try to leave again.
Willow: Good point.
Tara: Come here.
Willow: Hey, you're the one by the door, I ain't movin!
Willow sat up into a kneel on her bed, a huge grin spread across her face. Tara ran and tackled Willow backwards, both of them falling onto the floor.
Willow: 'laughing' Owwwww! I think I landed on your sandals.
Tara: So that's where they were!
Willow: Yea. 'sitting up and placing her hand on her back' That's where they were all right.
Tara: I'm sorry baby. 'She takes Willow in her arms and starts rocking her back and forth'
Willow: Promise me you won't do this again, this whole threatening to walk out on me thing.
Tara: I really thought it was the right thing to do. I promise though, I won't ever leave you, unless you fall in love with the mummy hand and you two run away together. Then I might have to question your sanity, and I might leave.
Willow: I don't think that's gonna happen. I don't usually go for hands; I'm more of a feet person.
Tara: I've noticed. 'she shoots Willow a small smirk and nods towards her own feet, which Willow has been playing with for the last couple of minutes'
Willow: Oh yea, I can explain. I have a foot fetish, it can't be helped.
Tara: I think I can deal with that sort of fetish.
Willow and Tara share a short, but passionate kiss then go back to lounging around in each other's arms, Tara humming softly, and Willow staring off into space completely content, minus the pair of sandals she is still laying on.
Summary: Willow and Tara have been fighting, and it looks like Willow is done with Tara's not so clear attempts to make their relationship stronger.
Feedback: I always welcome constructive criticism! Email me: teasingvixen16@yahoo.com, or write me a review!
This is Ch. 2 of "Fighting"
Tara: Fine, but you'll see this is the only way.
Willow: I'm afraid that is your view on this whole thing, I see several other ways.
With that Tara walks to the door, she places her hand on the door frame, and turns her head towards Willow.
Tara: I'm leaving.
Willow: Ok. 'She chokes this one word out with much difficulty.'
Willow lowers her eyes, a single tear streams down her face.
Tara: I'm serious Willow, I'm leaving.
Willow: I heard you.
Tara: Well ok, just thought I'd make that clear.
Willow: It's crystal, unfortunately.
Tara: You've made it clear that I can't come back.
Willow: No, you can't.
Tara: 'sighs' Ok.
Tara still stands at the door, not able to make herself actually put one foot in front of the other and walk away. Tara thinks in her mind that maybe it's another spell, only this one won't let her leave Willow's bedroom. She dismisses that idea promptly; the only thing that's keeping her in that room is her love for Willow.
Willow: Is there something else? I mean, I know you want to leave, so maybe you should just make this easier and go, and not stand there looking all cute and pensive and make me start to question what I'm doing, and feel free to stop me anytime.
Tara: I'm going. I just.
Willow: What is it? Tara: 'starting to sing' I lived my life in the shadows, never the sun on my face. It didn't seem so sad though; I figured that was my place.
Willow: Oh god.
Tara: 'surprised at her bluntness' Well, you used to like it.
Willow: 'almost starting to laugh' Yea, but last time we weren't breaking up. It was all romantic on the bridge, and sunny.
Tara: It wouldn't have worked if it hadn't of been so sunny.
Willow: No kidding!
Tara: Yea, that was really great.
Willow: It would have been better if I could sing and it had not all been caused by a demon, but I guess I can't have everything.
Tara: There is one thing you can have.
Willow: 'looking up' What's that?
Tara: Me. You can have me, Willow.
Willow: But, what about the magick?
Tara: I'm not going to let you do it on your own this time; I'm going to help.
Willow: Really? You're going to stay?
Tara: Yes. Besides I figure that Dawn will probably kill me if I try to leave again.
Willow: Good point.
Tara: Come here.
Willow: Hey, you're the one by the door, I ain't movin!
Willow sat up into a kneel on her bed, a huge grin spread across her face. Tara ran and tackled Willow backwards, both of them falling onto the floor.
Willow: 'laughing' Owwwww! I think I landed on your sandals.
Tara: So that's where they were!
Willow: Yea. 'sitting up and placing her hand on her back' That's where they were all right.
Tara: I'm sorry baby. 'She takes Willow in her arms and starts rocking her back and forth'
Willow: Promise me you won't do this again, this whole threatening to walk out on me thing.
Tara: I really thought it was the right thing to do. I promise though, I won't ever leave you, unless you fall in love with the mummy hand and you two run away together. Then I might have to question your sanity, and I might leave.
Willow: I don't think that's gonna happen. I don't usually go for hands; I'm more of a feet person.
Tara: I've noticed. 'she shoots Willow a small smirk and nods towards her own feet, which Willow has been playing with for the last couple of minutes'
Willow: Oh yea, I can explain. I have a foot fetish, it can't be helped.
Tara: I think I can deal with that sort of fetish.
Willow and Tara share a short, but passionate kiss then go back to lounging around in each other's arms, Tara humming softly, and Willow staring off into space completely content, minus the pair of sandals she is still laying on.