AN: Now now Borg. You sound very bitter I have to say. Oh and your right, everyone be woarned - I suck at spelling and grammar. its not so bad you can't read it but picky things like commas.
Borg, it was quite obviously stated that this was a continuation or au whatever and that it was about last season, if you don't like that, why in the hell did you read and review? Thanks to everyone else who actually reads things for enjoyment and not anger.
Part 2
Looking around she was no where to be seen, Tara immediately paniced and turned around, intent on going downstairs to tell Buffy then she noticed the bathroom door was ajar.
She listened carefully for the first time and heard a weak cry. She knew straight away it was her soulmate.
Willow was hunched over the toilet bowl, breathing raggedely. Tara stood shocked for a moment then snapped herself out of it.
She had a hurting and vulnerable woman to look after.
Tara grabbed the wash cloth and ran it under the cold water then kneeled down behind Willow and eased her back against her body. It felt so right to feel Willow's body leaning into her own.
She was worried about the semi conscious state of the red head.
Tara tucked Willow's hair nehind her ears and uses the wash cloth to clean her up. Willow was soaked through with sweat, she noted.
Finally, Willow groaned and showed some sign of life.
"Willow, can you stand up?" Tara asked.
Again she only got a groan as a response so she stayed there with Willow leaning into her and gently rocked her.
Willow had taken a while to realise what was going on. Her head was jumpled, her body was trembling, screaming for the rush of magic.
But all of that was pushed to the side when sh felt the protetive arms of Tara wrapped around her. She couldn't help wanting to fake it and just lie in. that embrace for hours.
The more her mind cleared the more uncomfotable and nervous she felt. Tara wasn't her's anymore, and that hurt more than any magick enduced pain.
Wiloow suddenly tried tomclimb to her feet but was till to weak and glad to feel Tara slip her arm around her waist and steady her as she leaned against the bathroom counter.
"I need to brush my teeth." The red head said hoarsely.
Tara nodded and kept a tight grip on the shakey Willow. She was glad Willow hadn't questioned her yet, she wasn't sure she had the answers.
Tara had eventually led Willow back to her room. She had sat her down on the messy bed and collected a clean pair of PJ's and handed them to Willow, silently she turned and looked out of the window.
Willow didn't know whether to be hurt or relieved. She loved Tara with all her heart but having her there, cleaning her up in what could be her worst moment, made her feel ashamed.
By the time Willow had peeled off her clothes and put on new ones she was breathing heavily, starting to feel her insides crumbling again.
Tara spun round when she felt a sudden grasp in the pit of her stomach.
She noticed the concentration on Willow's face, trying to beat off the pain but she could also see the weaknesses shinning through. The sweat gatherering from her forehead, the skaing, the eyes squeezed shut, the squirming in position.
"Lay down." Tara ordered sympathetically as she approached the bed and helped Willow lie down. "Do you need anything?"
"Leave." She said shortly, causing herself to almost gasp.
"N-no." Tara stuttered.
Willow drew in a breath, "Just leave. I don't want you here."
Why did she have to be so cold.
Tara stared at her silently for some time before saying. I don't care if you want me here. I need to be here."
Willow finally turned her head to look at Tara. "Why do you need to be here? I don't want you to see me like this. You'll never love me again after the disgust you've seen tonight." She blurted out as tears streamed down her face and into her hair.
Tara wanted to give in to her emotions. To cry with Willow in her arms but it wasn't so simple. Willow had violated and lied to her.
"I-I Can't not be here. I won't leave you alone in this, Willow, because I know what you're going through."
Willow shook her head, tears still flowing, "you have no idea what I'm going through."
Tara sat on the edge of the bed and fixed her gaze on her hands. "I can feel exactly what your going through." She admitted quietly.
Willow's face showed the sheer shock she felt but that quickly crumbled as realization sunk in. She covered her face with her hands and whispered, "No. Oh god, no." Then sobs of guilt wracked her small frame.
Borg, it was quite obviously stated that this was a continuation or au whatever and that it was about last season, if you don't like that, why in the hell did you read and review? Thanks to everyone else who actually reads things for enjoyment and not anger.
Part 2
Looking around she was no where to be seen, Tara immediately paniced and turned around, intent on going downstairs to tell Buffy then she noticed the bathroom door was ajar.
She listened carefully for the first time and heard a weak cry. She knew straight away it was her soulmate.
Willow was hunched over the toilet bowl, breathing raggedely. Tara stood shocked for a moment then snapped herself out of it.
She had a hurting and vulnerable woman to look after.
Tara grabbed the wash cloth and ran it under the cold water then kneeled down behind Willow and eased her back against her body. It felt so right to feel Willow's body leaning into her own.
She was worried about the semi conscious state of the red head.
Tara tucked Willow's hair nehind her ears and uses the wash cloth to clean her up. Willow was soaked through with sweat, she noted.
Finally, Willow groaned and showed some sign of life.
"Willow, can you stand up?" Tara asked.
Again she only got a groan as a response so she stayed there with Willow leaning into her and gently rocked her.
Willow had taken a while to realise what was going on. Her head was jumpled, her body was trembling, screaming for the rush of magic.
But all of that was pushed to the side when sh felt the protetive arms of Tara wrapped around her. She couldn't help wanting to fake it and just lie in. that embrace for hours.
The more her mind cleared the more uncomfotable and nervous she felt. Tara wasn't her's anymore, and that hurt more than any magick enduced pain.
Wiloow suddenly tried tomclimb to her feet but was till to weak and glad to feel Tara slip her arm around her waist and steady her as she leaned against the bathroom counter.
"I need to brush my teeth." The red head said hoarsely.
Tara nodded and kept a tight grip on the shakey Willow. She was glad Willow hadn't questioned her yet, she wasn't sure she had the answers.
Tara had eventually led Willow back to her room. She had sat her down on the messy bed and collected a clean pair of PJ's and handed them to Willow, silently she turned and looked out of the window.
Willow didn't know whether to be hurt or relieved. She loved Tara with all her heart but having her there, cleaning her up in what could be her worst moment, made her feel ashamed.
By the time Willow had peeled off her clothes and put on new ones she was breathing heavily, starting to feel her insides crumbling again.
Tara spun round when she felt a sudden grasp in the pit of her stomach.
She noticed the concentration on Willow's face, trying to beat off the pain but she could also see the weaknesses shinning through. The sweat gatherering from her forehead, the skaing, the eyes squeezed shut, the squirming in position.
"Lay down." Tara ordered sympathetically as she approached the bed and helped Willow lie down. "Do you need anything?"
"Leave." She said shortly, causing herself to almost gasp.
"N-no." Tara stuttered.
Willow drew in a breath, "Just leave. I don't want you here."
Why did she have to be so cold.
Tara stared at her silently for some time before saying. I don't care if you want me here. I need to be here."
Willow finally turned her head to look at Tara. "Why do you need to be here? I don't want you to see me like this. You'll never love me again after the disgust you've seen tonight." She blurted out as tears streamed down her face and into her hair.
Tara wanted to give in to her emotions. To cry with Willow in her arms but it wasn't so simple. Willow had violated and lied to her.
"I-I Can't not be here. I won't leave you alone in this, Willow, because I know what you're going through."
Willow shook her head, tears still flowing, "you have no idea what I'm going through."
Tara sat on the edge of the bed and fixed her gaze on her hands. "I can feel exactly what your going through." She admitted quietly.
Willow's face showed the sheer shock she felt but that quickly crumbled as realization sunk in. She covered her face with her hands and whispered, "No. Oh god, no." Then sobs of guilt wracked her small frame.