Later that night, after her parents settled down to watch TV, Willow snuck
out her window.
She walked into Sunnydale Medical Center's ER wing with a mission. Trekking down the familiar hallways, looking, searching for her destination.
It was like trying to get to the last room at the end of an endless hallway.
Willow approached the forbidden door with caution, slipping slowly past the sleeping guard, and letting her hand come to rest on the cool door handle. She hesitated a moment before opening the door a crack with a gentle down and out motion of the handle.
Peeking in, Willow's jaw dropped to the floor at the sight of the goddess before her.
Willow's senses overwhelmed her, the beeping of the heart monitor, the smell of sanitation and rubber, and the feel of the cool metal doorframe touching her shoulder.
Soon the woman's slumbering radiance seized Willow's breath away. The redhead looked to the patient sheet she grasped tightly in her fist. Tara Maclay.
Tara had stunning golden hair that cascaded down her shoulders like a beautiful waterfall. Her skin was milky smooth and her face had a gentle slope, a slight dip, from her high cheekbones to her perfect chin; her full lips were relaxed in sleep.
Willow's eyes traveled down Tara's body at an agonizingly slow pace, as if trying to take in every inch of the goddess before her. Green orbs paused, settling on the labored rise and fall of Tara's breasts.
The blonde stirred, as if feeling Willow's eyes pressing into her. Her lids flickered with consciousness.
Noticing the movements of the patient, Willow quickly shut the door.
The redhead smiled. She was satisfied.
For she had caught a glimpse of the goddess' eyes, and the deep azure gaze was one she definitely wanted to see again.
Why?
That was the question racing through her mind.
Why was she so intent on seeing this woman again?
What was it that made her feel so compelled to come here in the first place?
A feeling, a gut feeling, like something pulling, yurning to get out.
Fighting almost. Like it was scratching and hissing, trying to claw it's way out.
A huge black panther inside her.
A black panther rooted in Majick.
But Majick was something she knew nothing about.
She walked into Sunnydale Medical Center's ER wing with a mission. Trekking down the familiar hallways, looking, searching for her destination.
It was like trying to get to the last room at the end of an endless hallway.
Willow approached the forbidden door with caution, slipping slowly past the sleeping guard, and letting her hand come to rest on the cool door handle. She hesitated a moment before opening the door a crack with a gentle down and out motion of the handle.
Peeking in, Willow's jaw dropped to the floor at the sight of the goddess before her.
Willow's senses overwhelmed her, the beeping of the heart monitor, the smell of sanitation and rubber, and the feel of the cool metal doorframe touching her shoulder.
Soon the woman's slumbering radiance seized Willow's breath away. The redhead looked to the patient sheet she grasped tightly in her fist. Tara Maclay.
Tara had stunning golden hair that cascaded down her shoulders like a beautiful waterfall. Her skin was milky smooth and her face had a gentle slope, a slight dip, from her high cheekbones to her perfect chin; her full lips were relaxed in sleep.
Willow's eyes traveled down Tara's body at an agonizingly slow pace, as if trying to take in every inch of the goddess before her. Green orbs paused, settling on the labored rise and fall of Tara's breasts.
The blonde stirred, as if feeling Willow's eyes pressing into her. Her lids flickered with consciousness.
Noticing the movements of the patient, Willow quickly shut the door.
The redhead smiled. She was satisfied.
For she had caught a glimpse of the goddess' eyes, and the deep azure gaze was one she definitely wanted to see again.
Why?
That was the question racing through her mind.
Why was she so intent on seeing this woman again?
What was it that made her feel so compelled to come here in the first place?
A feeling, a gut feeling, like something pulling, yurning to get out.
Fighting almost. Like it was scratching and hissing, trying to claw it's way out.
A huge black panther inside her.
A black panther rooted in Majick.
But Majick was something she knew nothing about.