Title: Half of my soul and all of my heart
Author: ladydewinter
Email: ladydewinter@gmx.net
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: W/K first, but I don't really like them...so W/T eventually :-) And this is becoming B/S as well, it seems.
Setting: The story takes place roughly after The Killer in Me, so spoilers up to then. And if you have no idea about Season Three of Angel you'll be spoilt as well...so don't come running to me *lol*
Disclaimer: Willow, Tara, Kennedy, Anya et. al belong to Joss Whedon and ME and - hey you know whom they belong to. The story however is mine. Oh, the title is taken from a book called "Magic's Promise" by Mercedes Lackey. And there may be quotes from the show included in this story - I haven't really marked them, but if it sounds familiar - I mean it as an homage, I don't wanna violate any copyright, really. Please don't sue me!
Feedback: Yes please!!! I really appreciate it.
Distribution: If you want it, you can have it, just let me know where it ends up.
Summary: Not saying... you have to read to believe *lol*
Author's note: I guess that is still PG -13 - I'm never really sure about those ratings. Maybe someone could tell me? I really hope you like this one - this was not easy to write. So tell me if you do, please! (and if you don't, and why ;-) )
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Willow nervously leaned against the door. She wasn't sure what would happen next... where they were going to sleep. Tara put her used clothes onto a chair and then looked around the room. "That was Buffy's room, wasn't it?" she asked.
"Yes. But when I came back - Buffy had moved into our room - I couldn't - I mean..." Willow stopped, unsure how to go on.
"I get it." Tara looked at Willow, noticing how uneasy she seemed. "What is it?" she wanted to know.
"Um, nothing," Willow replied quickly. When Tara looked at her again with a very sceptical expression, she confessed, "It's just - I'm not sure what to do next. I mean, I don't want to scare you off, do anything too rash, you know? I feel so... helpless. I'm afraid."
"Of me?" Tara seemed worried now.
"No! I could never be afraid of you." Willow went over to her bed and sat down. "I'm more afraid of myself... of what you might think of me. And I'm afraid I'm going to lose you - and you've just come back, and I can hardly bear that thought."
Tara went over to Willow and knelt down in front of her. She took her lover's hands and kissed them. Willow watched in awe - she wasn't able to move, or speak. "Willow." Tara paused for a moment, only to once more press her lips on Willow's hands. "Willow." Now she simply took them into her own hands, caressing them.
"I'm just as afraid as you are." She looked into her lover's eyes. "I don't know what is going to happen, I don't even really know what to think about the things you did. I'm - I guess a part of me is almost afraid of you." At that, Willow's face took on an alarmed expression. "But I know that I love you. I know that for the first time, since you - or I - were killed, I feel right. I'm here in this room, together with you, and I forget all my fear. I trust you completely, and I know that doesn't really fit with the fear, but I didn't say I understood myself. I just need you to know you're not going to lose me - not unless you want me to."
Willow didn't need to reply, 'I'll never want that'. They both knew.
"If I don't do some things or don't know some things, that doesn't mean I don't love you. It's - I'm not quite sure what to do myself. I - my plan was just to - to get to know you once more. My heart - there is this connection to you, stronger than ever, I know it is you, but there are so many things I don't know. About your past. About this Sunnydale, with the demons and all. About witchcraft. Do you think you could tell me?" Tara waited for her lover's reply, but all Willow could do was nod.
"And as for tonight... I was thinking, maybe we could... you know, share your bed? I'm pretty tired, and I'm sure so are you, and sleeping in a bed is just much more comfortable...plus, I didn't cross dimensions just to be sleeping alone again at the end of the day." She could see Willow was happy about that - her eyes told her everything. It was as if they were sending off golden sparkles...the sight filled Tara with warmth.
"You are so beautiful." Tara's voice was cracking. Suddenly she found herself almost unable to speak as she looked at her lover. "I - when I was getting dressed I thought about what I was going to tell you - I had this great speech - but now when I look at you all I can think is how much I want to kiss you." She blushed slightly at having said this. This whole taking the initiative certainly required her to be bold.
Willow's heart skipped a beat at hearing this. She had to fight back her tears. Tara let go of Willow's hands and cupped her face instead. She gently caressed her cheek, bringing their faces closer together. She could feel Willow's breath on her face. Tara shivered at the experience.
Finally, their lips touched. They both felt the spark when they met - it was a familiar sensation. For a moment, they just enjoyed the soft feeling of the other's lips on their own, but then their kiss deepened. Tara gently captured Willow's upper lip with her own and then started sucking it gently, slowly running her tongue over it, teasing her. Willow couldn't repress a moan at that. She suddenly needed to be closer to her, so she slightly leaned against Tara and then slipped onto her lap and wrapped her legs around her hips.
Tara gasped at Willow's actions. But she held her close against her, running her hands up and down Willow's back. Now Willow mirrored Tara's previous actions, running her tongue over Tara's lip, savouring the sensation. Tara moaned, opening her mouth slightly so Willow could enter it with her tongue. As their tongues met, Tara hardened her grip, pressing Willow even more against her. Willow buried her hands in Tara's hair, pulling her towards her.
They got lost in each other - all that mattered was the other's touch, the other's kiss. They started exploring each other again - only to find that they still knew how to touch each other. Willow had at some point started crying silently, happily. When Tara tasted her lover's tear's, she wanted to break their kiss in alarm, but Willow wouldn't let her. She simply murmured, "I'm alright" against Tara's mouth, pulling her close. She finally let go of her hair, and caressed her back instead.
When she reached the bottom of Tara's tank top, she couldn't resist, and slipped her hand underneath it. At the sensation of Willow's hand against her bare back, Tara sighed. She suddenly needed to feel Willow's hands on every part on her body... she could feel the energy surge through her, her excitement... she knew they wouldn't be able to stop when they let go now... but a part of her wasn't ready yet. She had missed this so much, but she wanted their first time...or what felt like their forst time to be perfect... which included it not being on the floor, in a hurry.
So Tara gently took Willow's hands and removed them from her back. She broke their kiss as well, needing to explain. But Willow understood. "I'm sorry," she whispered.
"No, you don't... it's just..." Tara searched for the right words. Willow smiled. "No, I understand. You're right. There is no need to rush things. I won't let anyone tear us apart again." She leaned her head against Tara's shoulder. "I love you," she whispered.
Now Tara had to fight back the urge to cry. It was all too much for her... it was as if her heart would break at the sheer beauty and peace of it all. Willow felt her sobbing, and she moved to look at her lover. She lovingly kissed Tara's brow and then her eyes...she kissed her tears away before their lips met again. This time it was only a brief kiss. Willow caressed her, finally feeling bold again. She loved her, and Tara loved her. Everything was as it was supposed to be.
They stayed in their embrace for some time, kissing each other again and again, caressing each other, savouring their touch. They were so lost in their own world, that when they heard the door shut downstairs, they were startled.
"Looks as if patrol's over," Willow said.
"Are there - is there anyone sleeping here in this room as well?" Tara asked.
"Not tonight." Willow smiled. "They agreed to give us some quality time alone." She leaned over to steal a quick kiss.
Tara couldn't help a grin. "Quality time, huh?" Then she yawned - she really was tired by then.
Willow looked at her watch. "Oh - it's almost 2 a.m...."
"We spent quite some quality time, didn't we?"
"Yes, we did... was it a good quality or a bad?" Willow asked her teasingly.
"What do you think?"
"Well, as qualities go, this one was...the best."
Tara smiled. "I wonder what you're going to say tomorrow."
"Do you have any special plans?" Willow asked curiously.
"You'll see," Tara replied. Then she finally started to get up, or rather, she started to move, making Willow get up. They both almost instantly missed the contact and sighed simultaneously. At that, they grinned. "Oh my, we have it bad, haven't we?" Willow said.
"Very bad," Tara agreed. "I'll go to the bathroom before it's be occupied for the rest of the night, okay?"
"Don't leave until I'm there if you want me to sleep next to you tonight," Willow told her as Tara left the room. She smiled happily to herself, all her worries having disappeared. She changed into her pajamas and then went to the bathroom. When she arrived, Tara was just opening the door.
"What a timing." Tara grinned.
Willow deliberately squeezed by beside her, kissing her cheek. "See you in a minute," she whispered into her lover's ear.
When she returned to her room, Tara was already lying in the bed, smiling as she entered. "I missed you," she told her.
"Good," Willow replied smugly. She turned off the lights and then went to join Tara. All her nervousness had finally left her. She lay down next to Tara and snuggled against her, putting her hand around Tara's waist and her head against her shoulder.
"Mmhh, that feels good," Tara murmured sleepily.
"It feels right," Willow smiled. She closed her eyes and the two lovers fell asleep, holding each other close.
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Author: ladydewinter
Email: ladydewinter@gmx.net
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: W/K first, but I don't really like them...so W/T eventually :-) And this is becoming B/S as well, it seems.
Setting: The story takes place roughly after The Killer in Me, so spoilers up to then. And if you have no idea about Season Three of Angel you'll be spoilt as well...so don't come running to me *lol*
Disclaimer: Willow, Tara, Kennedy, Anya et. al belong to Joss Whedon and ME and - hey you know whom they belong to. The story however is mine. Oh, the title is taken from a book called "Magic's Promise" by Mercedes Lackey. And there may be quotes from the show included in this story - I haven't really marked them, but if it sounds familiar - I mean it as an homage, I don't wanna violate any copyright, really. Please don't sue me!
Feedback: Yes please!!! I really appreciate it.
Distribution: If you want it, you can have it, just let me know where it ends up.
Summary: Not saying... you have to read to believe *lol*
Author's note: I guess that is still PG -13 - I'm never really sure about those ratings. Maybe someone could tell me? I really hope you like this one - this was not easy to write. So tell me if you do, please! (and if you don't, and why ;-) )
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Willow nervously leaned against the door. She wasn't sure what would happen next... where they were going to sleep. Tara put her used clothes onto a chair and then looked around the room. "That was Buffy's room, wasn't it?" she asked.
"Yes. But when I came back - Buffy had moved into our room - I couldn't - I mean..." Willow stopped, unsure how to go on.
"I get it." Tara looked at Willow, noticing how uneasy she seemed. "What is it?" she wanted to know.
"Um, nothing," Willow replied quickly. When Tara looked at her again with a very sceptical expression, she confessed, "It's just - I'm not sure what to do next. I mean, I don't want to scare you off, do anything too rash, you know? I feel so... helpless. I'm afraid."
"Of me?" Tara seemed worried now.
"No! I could never be afraid of you." Willow went over to her bed and sat down. "I'm more afraid of myself... of what you might think of me. And I'm afraid I'm going to lose you - and you've just come back, and I can hardly bear that thought."
Tara went over to Willow and knelt down in front of her. She took her lover's hands and kissed them. Willow watched in awe - she wasn't able to move, or speak. "Willow." Tara paused for a moment, only to once more press her lips on Willow's hands. "Willow." Now she simply took them into her own hands, caressing them.
"I'm just as afraid as you are." She looked into her lover's eyes. "I don't know what is going to happen, I don't even really know what to think about the things you did. I'm - I guess a part of me is almost afraid of you." At that, Willow's face took on an alarmed expression. "But I know that I love you. I know that for the first time, since you - or I - were killed, I feel right. I'm here in this room, together with you, and I forget all my fear. I trust you completely, and I know that doesn't really fit with the fear, but I didn't say I understood myself. I just need you to know you're not going to lose me - not unless you want me to."
Willow didn't need to reply, 'I'll never want that'. They both knew.
"If I don't do some things or don't know some things, that doesn't mean I don't love you. It's - I'm not quite sure what to do myself. I - my plan was just to - to get to know you once more. My heart - there is this connection to you, stronger than ever, I know it is you, but there are so many things I don't know. About your past. About this Sunnydale, with the demons and all. About witchcraft. Do you think you could tell me?" Tara waited for her lover's reply, but all Willow could do was nod.
"And as for tonight... I was thinking, maybe we could... you know, share your bed? I'm pretty tired, and I'm sure so are you, and sleeping in a bed is just much more comfortable...plus, I didn't cross dimensions just to be sleeping alone again at the end of the day." She could see Willow was happy about that - her eyes told her everything. It was as if they were sending off golden sparkles...the sight filled Tara with warmth.
"You are so beautiful." Tara's voice was cracking. Suddenly she found herself almost unable to speak as she looked at her lover. "I - when I was getting dressed I thought about what I was going to tell you - I had this great speech - but now when I look at you all I can think is how much I want to kiss you." She blushed slightly at having said this. This whole taking the initiative certainly required her to be bold.
Willow's heart skipped a beat at hearing this. She had to fight back her tears. Tara let go of Willow's hands and cupped her face instead. She gently caressed her cheek, bringing their faces closer together. She could feel Willow's breath on her face. Tara shivered at the experience.
Finally, their lips touched. They both felt the spark when they met - it was a familiar sensation. For a moment, they just enjoyed the soft feeling of the other's lips on their own, but then their kiss deepened. Tara gently captured Willow's upper lip with her own and then started sucking it gently, slowly running her tongue over it, teasing her. Willow couldn't repress a moan at that. She suddenly needed to be closer to her, so she slightly leaned against Tara and then slipped onto her lap and wrapped her legs around her hips.
Tara gasped at Willow's actions. But she held her close against her, running her hands up and down Willow's back. Now Willow mirrored Tara's previous actions, running her tongue over Tara's lip, savouring the sensation. Tara moaned, opening her mouth slightly so Willow could enter it with her tongue. As their tongues met, Tara hardened her grip, pressing Willow even more against her. Willow buried her hands in Tara's hair, pulling her towards her.
They got lost in each other - all that mattered was the other's touch, the other's kiss. They started exploring each other again - only to find that they still knew how to touch each other. Willow had at some point started crying silently, happily. When Tara tasted her lover's tear's, she wanted to break their kiss in alarm, but Willow wouldn't let her. She simply murmured, "I'm alright" against Tara's mouth, pulling her close. She finally let go of her hair, and caressed her back instead.
When she reached the bottom of Tara's tank top, she couldn't resist, and slipped her hand underneath it. At the sensation of Willow's hand against her bare back, Tara sighed. She suddenly needed to feel Willow's hands on every part on her body... she could feel the energy surge through her, her excitement... she knew they wouldn't be able to stop when they let go now... but a part of her wasn't ready yet. She had missed this so much, but she wanted their first time...or what felt like their forst time to be perfect... which included it not being on the floor, in a hurry.
So Tara gently took Willow's hands and removed them from her back. She broke their kiss as well, needing to explain. But Willow understood. "I'm sorry," she whispered.
"No, you don't... it's just..." Tara searched for the right words. Willow smiled. "No, I understand. You're right. There is no need to rush things. I won't let anyone tear us apart again." She leaned her head against Tara's shoulder. "I love you," she whispered.
Now Tara had to fight back the urge to cry. It was all too much for her... it was as if her heart would break at the sheer beauty and peace of it all. Willow felt her sobbing, and she moved to look at her lover. She lovingly kissed Tara's brow and then her eyes...she kissed her tears away before their lips met again. This time it was only a brief kiss. Willow caressed her, finally feeling bold again. She loved her, and Tara loved her. Everything was as it was supposed to be.
They stayed in their embrace for some time, kissing each other again and again, caressing each other, savouring their touch. They were so lost in their own world, that when they heard the door shut downstairs, they were startled.
"Looks as if patrol's over," Willow said.
"Are there - is there anyone sleeping here in this room as well?" Tara asked.
"Not tonight." Willow smiled. "They agreed to give us some quality time alone." She leaned over to steal a quick kiss.
Tara couldn't help a grin. "Quality time, huh?" Then she yawned - she really was tired by then.
Willow looked at her watch. "Oh - it's almost 2 a.m...."
"We spent quite some quality time, didn't we?"
"Yes, we did... was it a good quality or a bad?" Willow asked her teasingly.
"What do you think?"
"Well, as qualities go, this one was...the best."
Tara smiled. "I wonder what you're going to say tomorrow."
"Do you have any special plans?" Willow asked curiously.
"You'll see," Tara replied. Then she finally started to get up, or rather, she started to move, making Willow get up. They both almost instantly missed the contact and sighed simultaneously. At that, they grinned. "Oh my, we have it bad, haven't we?" Willow said.
"Very bad," Tara agreed. "I'll go to the bathroom before it's be occupied for the rest of the night, okay?"
"Don't leave until I'm there if you want me to sleep next to you tonight," Willow told her as Tara left the room. She smiled happily to herself, all her worries having disappeared. She changed into her pajamas and then went to the bathroom. When she arrived, Tara was just opening the door.
"What a timing." Tara grinned.
Willow deliberately squeezed by beside her, kissing her cheek. "See you in a minute," she whispered into her lover's ear.
When she returned to her room, Tara was already lying in the bed, smiling as she entered. "I missed you," she told her.
"Good," Willow replied smugly. She turned off the lights and then went to join Tara. All her nervousness had finally left her. She lay down next to Tara and snuggled against her, putting her hand around Tara's waist and her head against her shoulder.
"Mmhh, that feels good," Tara murmured sleepily.
"It feels right," Willow smiled. She closed her eyes and the two lovers fell asleep, holding each other close.
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