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."