Title:
This Look of Love Chapter 6 of 9
Rating: PG and that is for a
curse word or two.
Feedback: Go for it. This is for all of you
not me.
Summary: This fic takes place about a year after
Willow and Tara graduate. The entire gang is here from S6. Willow and
Tara are getting ready for a very big event. MAJOR romance... zero
ANGST
Author's Note: Some of the events in this fic
actually took place in my own life. Of course some did not. You can
use your imagination and decide which are which. Enjoy
Copyright
Disclaimer: Joss and Company owns all the characters. But they are
alive and happy here. So screw ME. Not me, but you know
ME.
Chapter 6 - Gifts
After a very
short drive, Willow pulled over to the side of the road. She opened
the glove box and released the trunk lid. Willow hopped out of the
car opened the trunk and grabbed a red velvet scarf from her bag. She
closed the lid and hopped back into the driver's seat.
"Close
your eyes and put this on," Willow sweetly asked her wife.
Tara
looked wide-eyed at Willow. "You aren't going to have your way
with me right here in the front seat of Mr. Giles' car are you?"
she inquired softly. Willow perked up and laughed as she wrapped the
scarf to cover Tara's eyes.
"No, but now that you
suggested it I just might have to," she smiled.
"Ok so are
we close to the surprise?" Tara asked with excitement.
"Well
actually we aren't, but we will be very soon," Willow explained.
"So sit back, hold my hand very tightly and think of me."
"Oh
I can do all of those things," Tara smiled brightly. "It'll be
my pleasure."
Willow drove around for five extra minutes
just to confuse Tara about their final destination. They turned down
the next road and pulled into the driveway of 1526 Hadley Street. It
was a beautiful light gray two-story house with a porch that wrapped
completely around. Willow and Xander had hung a swing in the front
and back so that the women could sit together watching the sun rise
and set no matter what part of the porch they were on.
Willow
turned off the car and jumped out. She ran around and slowly guided
Tara from the passenger seat to the bottom of the front steps. Tara
was giddy with excitement and completely unaware. Willow really
wanted to carry Tara across the threshold but it was just physically
awkward.
"Okay, I'm going to untie this," Willow
whispered into her ear. "But keep your eyes closed."
"Honey,
what have you done," Tara was starting to get nervous.
"Open
your eyes and look, baby," Willow whispered.
At that request
Tara opened her eyes and shock spread across her face. She turned to
look into Willow's eyes as her own eyes filled with tears.
"What
have you done Will?" Tara asked knowing the answer. "How did you
do this?"
"Well the day we found this place, I went on the
Internet, and I called the agent and made a verbal offer," Willow
explained. "I knew it was the place as soon as you stepped foot on
this porch. It is the first time you ever said that any place felt
like home." Willow grabbed Tara's hands and led her wife up the
steps to the front door. It was an oversized oak door with an oval
stained glass window. One single red rose was intricately pieced into
the glass. Under the dazzling window was a solid brass doorknocker.
Etched into the face were the words The Maclay-Rosenberg's.
Tara traced her hand across the names and turned to face her
wife.
"You bought this house," The truth finally filled
her heart. "Willow! You bought this house for us."
"Yes"
Willow proudly answered. "This is where we live, this is where I
live with my new wife. Do you like it?"
"Oh Will," Tara
couldn't contain her joy, "This house was a dream for me. The day
we came here, and the agent said it had an offer. That broke my
heart."
"I know," Willow looked away ashamed of the pain
she'd caused. "I had a very hard time doing this without you. I
just thought that it was the most wonderful gift I could ever give
you."
"When?" Tara asked, "When did you get the
house?"
"A week ago," Willow answered. "Xander and I
have been setting up the place for the past week."
"Xander
knew?" Tara asked.
"Yes," Willow replied, "I swore him
to secrecy, and he kept to the task. He helped me paint and we put up
the swings." Willow pointed to the front swing. "We put up
curtains and fixed everything up inside. Oh you are going to love
what we did."
Tara stopped her mid sentence pressing her
lips to Willow's. "Don't say another word," she whispered. "I
don't care how you did it, only that you did. This is so
wonderful."
"Well then my beautiful wife," Willow
stepped behind her wrapped her arms around her waist and walked her
towards the door. "Let me take you into our home." She slipped
the key into the lock, Tara turned the key and together they twisted
the handle and pushed the door open. Tara stared with the eyes of a
child, as they walked in together, never once letting go of each
other.
They entered the sparsely furnished living room. Photos
were placed on the fireplace mantle; Tara looked closely and smiled
at the pictures of the Scooby gang. One frame caught her eye. It was
one of herself that Willow liked, and beside it was the letter Tara
had given to her that very morning.
"Is this where you
stayed last night?" Tara asked Willow.
"Yes, Xander and I
were finishing things up well into the night." She responded with a
grin.
"What kind of things were you doing last night?"
Tara reached for her wife. "And with Xander? any Monopoly?" She
raised her eyebrow teasing the redhead into a flustered blush.
"Oh
no ...no Monopoly." Willow panicked. She noticed the sexy grin
on Tara's face. "Please, its Xander." Willow laughed. "If you
really want to know what we did last night let me show you." Willow
pulled Tara by her hands and led her to the stairs. She stepped up
gently pulling Tara with her.
"Upstairs?" Tara teased.
"The only rooms up there are bedrooms. You were in the bedrooms
with Xander? No Monopoly." She was thoroughly enjoying teasing
Willow about her evening with Xander.
"Well if you want the
truth," Willow teased back as they kept climbing the stairs. "We
were only in one bedroom. And we spent most of the night playing with
the bed." The last comment caught Tara by surprise and she shifted
her face with a questioning grin.
"Oh you did?" Tara
smirked, playing along. "Anything exciting happen that you want to
share with your wife?" They were now standing right outside the
bedroom door.
"Oh yes!" Willow winked. "And
for the record there was absolutely NO Monopoly... until now."
Willow grabbed the doorknob and pushed the door open. "Welcome
home," Willow turned on the lights. "How do you like it?"
As
they entered the room Tara noticed sheer white linen was draped from
post to post on a beautiful Oak four-posted bed. It was made up with
beautiful red linen sheets accented with red and white lace covered
pillows. It was a spectacular sight to see.
"Oh Willow,"
Tara was overwhelmed, "This is just beautiful." She spun around
to face Willow taking her fully in her arms. They embraced and moved
into a passionate kiss. It was slow and sensual. It was exciting and
merciful. It was familiar and new all at the same time. Willow slowly
walked Tara toward the edge of the bed.
"How about a long
game of Monopoly?" Willow said through her kisses.
"Oh
yes," Tara answered, "Everyday for the rest of my life."
They
fell slowly backward onto the bed sharing the passion they'd been
holding in all day, releasing joy and contentment for long hours into
the night and early into the next morning.
"Monopoly's
good."
