Moment of The Calm

By

Scoutfan22

Disclaimer: I do not own Buffy. Yeah. Ok, moving on.

Summary: "For a brief moment, Willow saw the old Tara flash in those April-sky blue eyes as the blonde's lips pressed hers."

Pairing: Willow/Tara

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Rating: R

Author's notes: Ok, I am not a real big fan of the whole "Tara going insane thingamajig" but I had this dream and I've got to write it down. It may seem a little wacky at first, but I hope you like it.

Warning: Femslash, angst, sex…. Just warning ya.

Willow rolled over and sighed. She could hear Tara in the other bed muttering something about kittens and mice. She sighed again as she thought of the past few weeks. It'd been so hard trying to take care of Tara. The others had done her a favor by taking turns watching Tara so Willow could get some sleep, but she still felt like she hadn't slept in years.

A tear trickled down her face and suddenly the dam broke. All the tears she'd been holding in came crashing down and she started sobbing, gasping with each breath.

She was crying so hard she didn't notice the weight on the other side of the bed or the gentle hand that stroked the back of her neck.

"What's wrong Tree?"

Willow started at Tara's voice and sat up. Tara was sitting there and looking at her strangely. She called Willow 'Tree'; the only thing she remembered of the nickname she had made for Willow.

"Nothing, go back to sleep Tara." she said, sniffling.

"Rain falls on Tree, makes her heavy. Why?" the blonde asked.

"It's nothing."

Tara smiled and stroked Willow's hair. "We'll help make it better. Tree needs food?"

Willow couldn't help but smile back at the childishness in Tara's voice, "No."

"Tree needs drink? Milk would be good, the kittens drink it."

Willow shook her head, "Tara, you need to go to sleep."

"Tree needs snuggles."

Willow started at the familiar term. "What?"

Tara's hand now traced over her face as she said, "We'll help make Tree burn." Her hand then lay on Willow's thigh.

Willow couldn't help but respond to the touch. Her body remembered Tara well. Her mind flashed images of the many times they had made love and she licked her lips unconsciously.

"We wonder what Tree tastes like, so we want to know, and we'll let Tree taste us." Tara said, and leaned in to kiss Willow.

For a brief moment, Willow saw the old Tara flash in those April-sky blue eyes as the blonde's lips pressed hers.

She closed her eyes and surrendered herself to Tara's touch, whose hands were now eagerly undoing her pajama top as the kiss deepened.

As Tara's tongue gently licked at her clit, she writhed on the bed; her whole body releasing the passion she'd had pent up for so long. Tara's fingers entered her and she cried out, bucking her hips. She felt her climax coming, and as it hit she cried.

She cried for the Tara she lost, and the Tara she had now, and she cried for herself in the moment of calm.

Gee, a rather short one, huh? Well, that's ok.

04/10/2004 2:25 PM