Part 6-
As the sun begun to shine it's golden hue of mid-dawn, Tara and Willow snuddled underneath the sheets. The blanket had been tossed off onto the floor and how they found their way underneath anything was beyond them. But nonetheless there they were. With Tara laying against the pillows sitting up against the headboard with Willow resting her head upon her lover's lap.
"Well, so much for getting any sleep. Hmmmmmmmmmmm, but it was diffintly worth it!" Tara remarked while bending over to place a kiss upon Willow sweaty red head. Smiling down at her filled with peace/faith/hope/and of course, blissful love.
"You know we can't make a habit of this. I don't think Buffy or the others would be to please with either one of us. Besides, we have classes at Sunnydale University. But, today and the weekend is all our's. Not including, any demon attacks/etc. Other than that, I think we can stay in bed all weekend. Only getting up to eat, shower, and of course to go to the bathroom. I don't think anyone will blame us. I wouldn't care if we never got dressed again. Just stay here, like this, forever....." Willow resumed her usual rambling self, a good sign that everything was on its way to return to normal. Just chuckling a little underneath her breath. Tara just took Willow's chin gently easing up to look at her.
"I am so in-love with you Willow Rosenberg and I always will. This I promise you. I commit my heart, soul, and everything that I've ever and am and will be to you. I am your's. I pledge myself to you. I commit my soul to you for eternity. I am now bond to you through sickness and health, in the good times and the bad times, for all eternity. This I promise you, Willow, Forever I am your's!" Tara finished never faltering, never breaking eye contact.
After recovering from the state of awe she was in, Willow then repeated the vows to Tara. Committing themselves to each other and bonding themselves forever together. There commitment ceremony was without rings, without witnesses, without any leader of some organized religious group to oversee the proceedings. Just the Eyes of God served as witness to this holy and eternal bond. They promised each other that they'd go and pick-out matching bands as soon as possible.
With tears of joy and love they then consummated their "marriage" by making slow gentle love to each other, still never breaking eye contact.
Later, Willow put her oversized football jersey on and went to check-on Buffy. And when she returned, she found Tara wrapped in the sheets and walking towards her. Dawn has had the most impeccable timing in the world. Because that's the precise moment she walked in and noticed Tara being there, naked and covered by a sheet. Now if the rest of the world could be like her, then there would be no problems with homosexual relationships. The phrase "in the closet" would never exist. Dawn was wonderful and they couldn't imagine anyone being more happy that they are together, besides themselves-that is, then Dawn was. It was like her mother and father were reconciliation after a divorce and were planning on getting married.
They spent most of the day in bed, making love/fucking each other's brains out. However the staying in bed all weekend part fell through. Another Slayer crisis to handle. This time it came in the form of Glory.
TBC:
As the sun begun to shine it's golden hue of mid-dawn, Tara and Willow snuddled underneath the sheets. The blanket had been tossed off onto the floor and how they found their way underneath anything was beyond them. But nonetheless there they were. With Tara laying against the pillows sitting up against the headboard with Willow resting her head upon her lover's lap.
"Well, so much for getting any sleep. Hmmmmmmmmmmm, but it was diffintly worth it!" Tara remarked while bending over to place a kiss upon Willow sweaty red head. Smiling down at her filled with peace/faith/hope/and of course, blissful love.
"You know we can't make a habit of this. I don't think Buffy or the others would be to please with either one of us. Besides, we have classes at Sunnydale University. But, today and the weekend is all our's. Not including, any demon attacks/etc. Other than that, I think we can stay in bed all weekend. Only getting up to eat, shower, and of course to go to the bathroom. I don't think anyone will blame us. I wouldn't care if we never got dressed again. Just stay here, like this, forever....." Willow resumed her usual rambling self, a good sign that everything was on its way to return to normal. Just chuckling a little underneath her breath. Tara just took Willow's chin gently easing up to look at her.
"I am so in-love with you Willow Rosenberg and I always will. This I promise you. I commit my heart, soul, and everything that I've ever and am and will be to you. I am your's. I pledge myself to you. I commit my soul to you for eternity. I am now bond to you through sickness and health, in the good times and the bad times, for all eternity. This I promise you, Willow, Forever I am your's!" Tara finished never faltering, never breaking eye contact.
After recovering from the state of awe she was in, Willow then repeated the vows to Tara. Committing themselves to each other and bonding themselves forever together. There commitment ceremony was without rings, without witnesses, without any leader of some organized religious group to oversee the proceedings. Just the Eyes of God served as witness to this holy and eternal bond. They promised each other that they'd go and pick-out matching bands as soon as possible.
With tears of joy and love they then consummated their "marriage" by making slow gentle love to each other, still never breaking eye contact.
Later, Willow put her oversized football jersey on and went to check-on Buffy. And when she returned, she found Tara wrapped in the sheets and walking towards her. Dawn has had the most impeccable timing in the world. Because that's the precise moment she walked in and noticed Tara being there, naked and covered by a sheet. Now if the rest of the world could be like her, then there would be no problems with homosexual relationships. The phrase "in the closet" would never exist. Dawn was wonderful and they couldn't imagine anyone being more happy that they are together, besides themselves-that is, then Dawn was. It was like her mother and father were reconciliation after a divorce and were planning on getting married.
They spent most of the day in bed, making love/fucking each other's brains out. However the staying in bed all weekend part fell through. Another Slayer crisis to handle. This time it came in the form of Glory.
TBC: