Title: What really matters
Author: Whisky Meteor
Summary: 100 word drabble. Willow/Tara, presumably looking at an art piece.
Rating: G
Disclaimer: Everything BtVS belongs to Joss Whedon. Dedicated to the Goddess of Spandrew... you know who you are;)
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Willow frowned. Her forehead creased with a single, sweet little line. Tara squeezed her hand reassuringly, "It's okay if you don't like it..." she said.
Willow squeezed back, "No," she said, "I like it...." She pondered the canvas before them for a moment, "I just... don't know what it means."
Tara gave a lopsided smile, and leaned in to place a gentle kiss on Willow's shoulder- just below the base of her neck. "I don't think it matters what it means," she said softly. "You like it?" Willow smiled contentedly, leaning back into Tara's arms. "That's all that really matters."