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!!! It makes me happy, and happy's always good!
Distribution: If you want it, you can have it, just let me know where it ends up.
Summary: The next morning. Willow and Tara wake up and have to do a spell ;- )
Author's note: Happy news again! My exams are over, I might even have passed! Plus, since Wednesday I have my own site! Go there to find all my stories plus other cool stuff :-) Again I can't get the link to show up here. Wonder why that is. Anyway, go to my "about" page here on fanfiction.net to find the link! And yesterday, the voting at the Shattered Frames Award started, where I'm nominated for Best Slash. If you like my story, vote for me, please :-)
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Willow yawned, stretching her arms sleepily. For a moment, she frowned at the memory of the last day, but then she remembered how that day had ended and grinned instead. She turned to Tara, who had just woken up as well and was now looking at her, smiling. Happily, Willow returned the smile and leaned over to whisper something in her ear. "Good morning sunshine." Her girlfriend only giggled in return, and did even more so when Willow started nibbling on her ear. "Mmh... yummy... I think I'm going to have you for breakfast, baby." At that, Tara pushed her away gently, looking at her in mock outrage. "You think so?"
Willow grinned mischieviously. "Oh yes," she replied and then, to prove her point, pressed her lips on Tara's. Oddly enough, Tara didn't mind that at all. At first, Willow continued to simply nibble at her lover, teasing her by gently biting her lover's lips again and again. But after a while Wiloow decided there was something even better than teasing Tara... so she used her tongue rather than her teeth and let it run over Tara's lips. She had to suppress a smile when a small moan escaped her girlfriend's mouth. Not one to miss an opportunity when it was there, she slipped her tongue into Tara's mouth and started to explore it. When their tongues met, it was Willow's turn to moan. She put her hand behind Tara's head and pulled her even closer to her.
They were lying on the bed, facing each other, their bodies pressed together. Almost unconciously, Willow pushed one leg against Tara's, causing her to lift one leg and making room for Willow's between hers. They both groaned simultaneously at the sensation, for a moment pulling apart from their kiss, looking at each other in amazement and love. This time Tara initiated the kiss, immediately thrusting her tongue into Willow's mouth, as if she wanted to challenge her who exactly was having who for breakfast. At that point, Willow didn't really care about that anymore. All she cared about was Tara... feeling her next to her, her tongue inside her mouth, her lips touching her. It had always, always amazed her, overwhelmed her, but now... she had thought she had lost her forever, and yet here she was, right here in her arms.
Tara could feel the change in Willow and pulled slightly away from her. Noticing the tears in her eyes, she asked, frowning, "What's wrong?"
"Nothing," Willow told her, smiling. She put out a hand and cupped Tara's cheek. "It's just... you being here... with me... I..."
Instead of an answer, Tara leaned over and placed a chaste, lingering kiss on Willow's lips. Then she placed her forehead against Willow's and whispered, looking into her eyes, "I know."
They stayed like that for a very long while, just looking at each other, occasionaly touching, smiling, kissing. Then suddenly there was a knock at the door. They both looked up in alarm, both reminded of the dreams they had had that had led to this. Both sighed in relief when they heard Dawn's voice. "Willow? Tara? Are you-"
"Come in, Dawnie," Tara called, grinning at Willow and disentangling slightly from her in order to sit up. Willow mirrored her actions. Dawn opened the door. "Good morning," she greeted them.
"Is everything alright?" Tara asked at the sight of the bandage around Dawn's arm.
"Um, yes, or, well, we kinda got into a fight last night. You totally slept through it." It was a statement, not a question. They obviously had checked on them.
"What kind of fight?" Willow wanted to know.
"The Bringers - we had gone to the supermarket to stock up for a possible siege, which, by the way, is now real, and when we came back they were everywhere. In front of the house, I mean. We had to fight our way back into the house. That's just a scratch," she told them at their still worried looks at her arm.
Suddenly, Willow registered something Dawn had said. "Wait, siege?"
"Yeah. There are Bringers outside the house. No one can get anwhere. But we got enough supplies to last us for the next two weeks. Buffy figures they won't attack us any time soon, as they know they would lose, but they might try and blow us up or something. That's why - we kind of need a protection spell. Maybe one like the one you did against Glory?" She looked at Willow, who nodded slowly.
"I guess I have all the supplies... it shouldn't be too hard." She hesitated, then turned to Tara. "You wanna help me?"
"Of course!" Tara put on a brave smile, obviously trying to hide her fear.
Willow put a reassuring hand on her leg. "It's okay. It's not too difficult... a good thing to start with I guess."
Tara gratefully placed her own hand on her girlfriend's. "I trust you."
Dawn smiled at them. "Good. I'll be downstairs. Will it take long? Because Buffy and the others are still outside keeping watch, and I guess they'll be tired."
"The others?" Tara asked.
"Yeah, Faith, Spike and Angel. So you're coming?" With that she left, not hearing Willow's kind of grumbled question. "Why doesn't one of the others keep watch then?"
Tara shrugged and started to get up. Before she could start to dress though, Willow had come over and pulled her into a tight embrace. "I'm so glad you're here with me."
"Me too." Tara smiled. For the second time today, Willow grinned mischieviously. "I wish you needn't put these on," she said, pointing at the clothes. Tara simply kissed her in reply and then nevertheless started to dress. After she had put on her shirt, however, Willow caught her hand, causing her girlfriend to turn towards her. "Hey," she said quietly.
"Hey?" Tara was slightly confused.
Willow's expression was soft. "I love you."
***
It took them a bit longer than expected, but finally they arrived downstairs. They met Angel and Spike in the kitchen. Angel was on the phone. "Wesley? It's me. I just - there's trouble here. What? No, nothing we can't deal - no, you all stay there. It's just - I'll be staying here... can you do without me for the next weeks? Wes, it's - complicated. Is there anything? A vision? You dealt with it. That's good. Right then. What? Tell me - tell me when I'm back. There -" By then, Dawn and five of the potentials had entered the kitchen, chattering, totally oblivious to him. "There are girls here. No! I mean, they are loud. I can't talk to you right now. It's TOO LOUD!" Angel noticed Spike was grinning broadly by then and slammed down the phone, muttering to himself. "It's like a madhouse."
"Stating the obvious, aren't you?" Spike noticed Willow and Tara standing in the door. "Look who's here! Do you have the spell ready?"
"Yes, almost," Willow replied. Tara frowned. "Aren't you supposed to be outside keeping watch?"
Spike chucklad. "Vampires here, Glinda. Sunshine - not that healthy."
"Oh." Tara blushed slightly. "I forgot."
"Never mind. Still, wouldn't hurt if you could hurry up a bit - they're both pretty tired. And apparently none of the wannabes here has any inclination of doing anything useful, so..."
Willow interrupted him. "Where's Giles?"
"Over in the living room," Angel told her. "Why?"
"I need one more ingredient for the spell. I couldn't find it upstairs. But Giles put some other stuff somewhere else in the house, and I haven't got the slightest idea where." Willow sighed, but it was clearly exaggerated and she smiled. She was obviously very happy, and the reason was obviously standing right next to her. She turned to go to the living room and took Tara's hand. Tara followed her, smiling as well.
Giles was able to produce the missing ingredient and Willow showed Tara how to mix the two different powders. Then she explained, "Now we have to draw 'patterns' on the ground outside... like this." She showed her a picture in one of her spellbooks. "When we are finished, we add... this," she pointed at a small bowl with a third sort of powder, "and then it's done. Pretty easy, really."
"So how does it work?" Tara wanted to know.
"It's like an alarm system, really. When the Bringers do something - like try to blow us up, for example - the alarm goes off. Sirens shreek and everything." Willow smiled at her girlfriend, enjoying the familiarity of them doing witchcraft together.
"But - if they see us doing that, they know we - um, have an alarm system. Won't they try to turn it off or something?"
"Well, that's the best part. They won't. See us, I mean. I'm putting a cloak around us - a magical cloak - and they won't see us. It won't last too long, we only have about ten minutes or something, but it should be enough. And they won't have a clue." Willow grinned almost triumphantly.
"Cool." Tara seemed impressed.
"So, you're ready to go?"
A nod was answer enough. Willow muttered a few words and then told her, "The cloak's up. Now we have to hurry a bit." They went outside and started drawing the pattern of powder on the ground. After five minutes or so, they met in the backyard. Willow couldn't resist placing a quick kiss on Tara's lips. Then she checked Tara's part of the pattern.
"Is - is everything alright?" Tara asked hesistantly.
Willow smiled proudly at her. "It's perfect. Now... look at this..." Willow put the third sort of powder into her palm and then added it to the pattern. It glowed for a second, then it disappeared.
"Wow." Tara looked at the ground where there wasn't a trace of the powder left to see.
"Yeah. Wow." Willow stood behind her girlfriend and spooned her, pulling her close. "See? Wasn't so difficult, was it? You'll be pulling rabbits out of hats soon."
"Rabbits? Where?" They both turned at Anya's alarmed voice. "Did those Bringers bring rabbits to attack us? Cause that would-"
"There aren't any rabbits," Willow told her reassuringly.
"Good." Anya still didn't seem convinced though and kept glancing around her.
"We better get inside now," Willow finally said. "The cloak won't hold much longer and I guess they would suspect something if they saw us appearing in the backyard out of nowhere." The two witches left and went to the back door. Anya followed them slowly, checking the ground for bunnies who after all might be hiding there, only waiting for an opportunity to viciously attack her.
"An, what's up?" she heard Xander ask. "Bunnies." Anya recognized the sound of Willow's voice - she could practically see her roll her eyes. Bet she wouldn't be like that if it were frogs. She was pleased though when Xander joined her to check with her. "I'm sure there aren't any rabbits here, hon," he said after a while.
At the familiar pet name, there was a short, awkward pause. Then Anya nodded, pretending to not having heard it. But when Xander turned to go inside, she hesitantly took his hand in hers. "Thanks," she told him. He simply looked at her and smiled. Then they went to join the others in the house.
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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!!! It makes me happy, and happy's always good!
Distribution: If you want it, you can have it, just let me know where it ends up.
Summary: The next morning. Willow and Tara wake up and have to do a spell ;- )
Author's note: Happy news again! My exams are over, I might even have passed! Plus, since Wednesday I have my own site! Go there to find all my stories plus other cool stuff :-) Again I can't get the link to show up here. Wonder why that is. Anyway, go to my "about" page here on fanfiction.net to find the link! And yesterday, the voting at the Shattered Frames Award started, where I'm nominated for Best Slash. If you like my story, vote for me, please :-)
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Willow yawned, stretching her arms sleepily. For a moment, she frowned at the memory of the last day, but then she remembered how that day had ended and grinned instead. She turned to Tara, who had just woken up as well and was now looking at her, smiling. Happily, Willow returned the smile and leaned over to whisper something in her ear. "Good morning sunshine." Her girlfriend only giggled in return, and did even more so when Willow started nibbling on her ear. "Mmh... yummy... I think I'm going to have you for breakfast, baby." At that, Tara pushed her away gently, looking at her in mock outrage. "You think so?"
Willow grinned mischieviously. "Oh yes," she replied and then, to prove her point, pressed her lips on Tara's. Oddly enough, Tara didn't mind that at all. At first, Willow continued to simply nibble at her lover, teasing her by gently biting her lover's lips again and again. But after a while Wiloow decided there was something even better than teasing Tara... so she used her tongue rather than her teeth and let it run over Tara's lips. She had to suppress a smile when a small moan escaped her girlfriend's mouth. Not one to miss an opportunity when it was there, she slipped her tongue into Tara's mouth and started to explore it. When their tongues met, it was Willow's turn to moan. She put her hand behind Tara's head and pulled her even closer to her.
They were lying on the bed, facing each other, their bodies pressed together. Almost unconciously, Willow pushed one leg against Tara's, causing her to lift one leg and making room for Willow's between hers. They both groaned simultaneously at the sensation, for a moment pulling apart from their kiss, looking at each other in amazement and love. This time Tara initiated the kiss, immediately thrusting her tongue into Willow's mouth, as if she wanted to challenge her who exactly was having who for breakfast. At that point, Willow didn't really care about that anymore. All she cared about was Tara... feeling her next to her, her tongue inside her mouth, her lips touching her. It had always, always amazed her, overwhelmed her, but now... she had thought she had lost her forever, and yet here she was, right here in her arms.
Tara could feel the change in Willow and pulled slightly away from her. Noticing the tears in her eyes, she asked, frowning, "What's wrong?"
"Nothing," Willow told her, smiling. She put out a hand and cupped Tara's cheek. "It's just... you being here... with me... I..."
Instead of an answer, Tara leaned over and placed a chaste, lingering kiss on Willow's lips. Then she placed her forehead against Willow's and whispered, looking into her eyes, "I know."
They stayed like that for a very long while, just looking at each other, occasionaly touching, smiling, kissing. Then suddenly there was a knock at the door. They both looked up in alarm, both reminded of the dreams they had had that had led to this. Both sighed in relief when they heard Dawn's voice. "Willow? Tara? Are you-"
"Come in, Dawnie," Tara called, grinning at Willow and disentangling slightly from her in order to sit up. Willow mirrored her actions. Dawn opened the door. "Good morning," she greeted them.
"Is everything alright?" Tara asked at the sight of the bandage around Dawn's arm.
"Um, yes, or, well, we kinda got into a fight last night. You totally slept through it." It was a statement, not a question. They obviously had checked on them.
"What kind of fight?" Willow wanted to know.
"The Bringers - we had gone to the supermarket to stock up for a possible siege, which, by the way, is now real, and when we came back they were everywhere. In front of the house, I mean. We had to fight our way back into the house. That's just a scratch," she told them at their still worried looks at her arm.
Suddenly, Willow registered something Dawn had said. "Wait, siege?"
"Yeah. There are Bringers outside the house. No one can get anwhere. But we got enough supplies to last us for the next two weeks. Buffy figures they won't attack us any time soon, as they know they would lose, but they might try and blow us up or something. That's why - we kind of need a protection spell. Maybe one like the one you did against Glory?" She looked at Willow, who nodded slowly.
"I guess I have all the supplies... it shouldn't be too hard." She hesitated, then turned to Tara. "You wanna help me?"
"Of course!" Tara put on a brave smile, obviously trying to hide her fear.
Willow put a reassuring hand on her leg. "It's okay. It's not too difficult... a good thing to start with I guess."
Tara gratefully placed her own hand on her girlfriend's. "I trust you."
Dawn smiled at them. "Good. I'll be downstairs. Will it take long? Because Buffy and the others are still outside keeping watch, and I guess they'll be tired."
"The others?" Tara asked.
"Yeah, Faith, Spike and Angel. So you're coming?" With that she left, not hearing Willow's kind of grumbled question. "Why doesn't one of the others keep watch then?"
Tara shrugged and started to get up. Before she could start to dress though, Willow had come over and pulled her into a tight embrace. "I'm so glad you're here with me."
"Me too." Tara smiled. For the second time today, Willow grinned mischieviously. "I wish you needn't put these on," she said, pointing at the clothes. Tara simply kissed her in reply and then nevertheless started to dress. After she had put on her shirt, however, Willow caught her hand, causing her girlfriend to turn towards her. "Hey," she said quietly.
"Hey?" Tara was slightly confused.
Willow's expression was soft. "I love you."
***
It took them a bit longer than expected, but finally they arrived downstairs. They met Angel and Spike in the kitchen. Angel was on the phone. "Wesley? It's me. I just - there's trouble here. What? No, nothing we can't deal - no, you all stay there. It's just - I'll be staying here... can you do without me for the next weeks? Wes, it's - complicated. Is there anything? A vision? You dealt with it. That's good. Right then. What? Tell me - tell me when I'm back. There -" By then, Dawn and five of the potentials had entered the kitchen, chattering, totally oblivious to him. "There are girls here. No! I mean, they are loud. I can't talk to you right now. It's TOO LOUD!" Angel noticed Spike was grinning broadly by then and slammed down the phone, muttering to himself. "It's like a madhouse."
"Stating the obvious, aren't you?" Spike noticed Willow and Tara standing in the door. "Look who's here! Do you have the spell ready?"
"Yes, almost," Willow replied. Tara frowned. "Aren't you supposed to be outside keeping watch?"
Spike chucklad. "Vampires here, Glinda. Sunshine - not that healthy."
"Oh." Tara blushed slightly. "I forgot."
"Never mind. Still, wouldn't hurt if you could hurry up a bit - they're both pretty tired. And apparently none of the wannabes here has any inclination of doing anything useful, so..."
Willow interrupted him. "Where's Giles?"
"Over in the living room," Angel told her. "Why?"
"I need one more ingredient for the spell. I couldn't find it upstairs. But Giles put some other stuff somewhere else in the house, and I haven't got the slightest idea where." Willow sighed, but it was clearly exaggerated and she smiled. She was obviously very happy, and the reason was obviously standing right next to her. She turned to go to the living room and took Tara's hand. Tara followed her, smiling as well.
Giles was able to produce the missing ingredient and Willow showed Tara how to mix the two different powders. Then she explained, "Now we have to draw 'patterns' on the ground outside... like this." She showed her a picture in one of her spellbooks. "When we are finished, we add... this," she pointed at a small bowl with a third sort of powder, "and then it's done. Pretty easy, really."
"So how does it work?" Tara wanted to know.
"It's like an alarm system, really. When the Bringers do something - like try to blow us up, for example - the alarm goes off. Sirens shreek and everything." Willow smiled at her girlfriend, enjoying the familiarity of them doing witchcraft together.
"But - if they see us doing that, they know we - um, have an alarm system. Won't they try to turn it off or something?"
"Well, that's the best part. They won't. See us, I mean. I'm putting a cloak around us - a magical cloak - and they won't see us. It won't last too long, we only have about ten minutes or something, but it should be enough. And they won't have a clue." Willow grinned almost triumphantly.
"Cool." Tara seemed impressed.
"So, you're ready to go?"
A nod was answer enough. Willow muttered a few words and then told her, "The cloak's up. Now we have to hurry a bit." They went outside and started drawing the pattern of powder on the ground. After five minutes or so, they met in the backyard. Willow couldn't resist placing a quick kiss on Tara's lips. Then she checked Tara's part of the pattern.
"Is - is everything alright?" Tara asked hesistantly.
Willow smiled proudly at her. "It's perfect. Now... look at this..." Willow put the third sort of powder into her palm and then added it to the pattern. It glowed for a second, then it disappeared.
"Wow." Tara looked at the ground where there wasn't a trace of the powder left to see.
"Yeah. Wow." Willow stood behind her girlfriend and spooned her, pulling her close. "See? Wasn't so difficult, was it? You'll be pulling rabbits out of hats soon."
"Rabbits? Where?" They both turned at Anya's alarmed voice. "Did those Bringers bring rabbits to attack us? Cause that would-"
"There aren't any rabbits," Willow told her reassuringly.
"Good." Anya still didn't seem convinced though and kept glancing around her.
"We better get inside now," Willow finally said. "The cloak won't hold much longer and I guess they would suspect something if they saw us appearing in the backyard out of nowhere." The two witches left and went to the back door. Anya followed them slowly, checking the ground for bunnies who after all might be hiding there, only waiting for an opportunity to viciously attack her.
"An, what's up?" she heard Xander ask. "Bunnies." Anya recognized the sound of Willow's voice - she could practically see her roll her eyes. Bet she wouldn't be like that if it were frogs. She was pleased though when Xander joined her to check with her. "I'm sure there aren't any rabbits here, hon," he said after a while.
At the familiar pet name, there was a short, awkward pause. Then Anya nodded, pretending to not having heard it. But when Xander turned to go inside, she hesitantly took his hand in hers. "Thanks," she told him. He simply looked at her and smiled. Then they went to join the others in the house.
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