Title: This Look of Love Chapter 7 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 7 - Confessions

The warm rising sun broke the silent darkness of the room. Tara lifted her head from the shoulder of her wife and looked around. The heat of the sunrise warmed her skin. After a few moments she remembered where she was and smiled widely.
She moved gently and slowly to get up, pausing briefly to admire the redheaded beauty beside her. Willow had draped a soft cotton robe across the chair next to the bed. Tara smiled as she wrapped it around her body. She looked back at Willow with love and moved over to the window to watch the sunrise.

"Hey," Willow broke the silence. "Come back to bed please."

"I'm watching the sunrise out my bedroom window," Tara said with a very large smile. "Come here and watch with me."

Willow sat up and walked toward Tara wrapping her arms around the blonde.

"What? No robe for you?" Tara asked.

"I thought you might share yours with me," Willow gave a sexy grin.

"Oh, well then come right here." Tara grinned as she grabbed the red head into a warm embrace enveloping the woman into her open robe.

"Much better," Willow snuggled.

"I have to agree with that," Tara replied.

"Oh," Willow said with excitement, "I have a great idea. Come with me."

Willow spun from their embrace. She reached to swing the door shut just enough to grab her robe from the back of the bedroom door. She turned around realizing her robe ploy had been revealed.

"Vixen," Tara winked at her wife.

Willow grinned widely and grabbed Tara's hand. The two women charged down the stairs through the kitchen and out the back door. Willow walked Tara to the porch swing, sat her down and dashed back into the house. When Willow returned she had two steaming cups of coffee and a fuzzy warm bright yellow afghan.

"I set the timer on the coffee pot," Willow proudly smiled. "Here and a warm blanket for you, my wife."

"Willow," Tara smiled warmly, "You really do take very good care of me."

"I made a promise," Willow looked at Tara with love, "I intend to honor that promise."

"Well than sit with me," Tara answered, "I'd rather have you wrapped around me keeping me warm."

Willow sat beside Tara and they snuggled in tightly. Quietly they sat sipping coffee and watching the sunrise from the porch swing. A few minutes passed before Tara's words broke the early morning stillness.

"So Mrs. Maclay-Rosenberg," Tara smiled as she spoke the names, "What exactly do you have in mind for our honeymoon? Since it appears you have changed all of our plans."

Willow turned to look at her and answered, "Well we are still going to have one, it's just not going to be the big trip that we had planned."

"Good," Tara replied, "Because now that we are home I'm not sure that I want to leave."

"I knew you wouldn't," Willow replied. "I figured in a day or two we might take a drive up the coast. Just a day trip or two to get away. But I knew that once you were here in this house there'd be nowhere else on earth you'd rather be."

"Are you going to be here with me?" Tara asked pulling the redhead in tightly.

"Of course," Willow replied.

"Well then you're right," Tara smiled, "there is nowhere else in the world that I would rather be."

They kissed tenderly, and moved together. Tara's body was stretched across the front of Willow's. They snuggled again, slowly gliding on the porch swing. Willow took the coffee cups and placed them on the table beside the swing and held Tara's hand. She played with the ring on the blonde's finger turning it slowly back and forth. Tara closed her eyes enjoying the feel of the ring tugging her skin with each small twist. She sensed a change in her lover's mood.

"Hey, what are you thinking about?" Tara asked.

"I was just thinking about seeing our attorney," Willow replied. "We should stop and see her before we go anywhere. We need to make sure the papers is signed. Just in case." She paused for a moment. "Now that everything's said and done, I just want to make sure you are taken care of if anything should happen."

"Sweetie," Tara gently answered, "It'll always be a struggle. But with a will and a power of attorney it'll all work out. We've done all that we can to plan for an accident or worse. Now we just need to live, Will." She turned to look into her lover's eyes.

"I know," Willow answered, "It's just that everything was so wonderful yesterday, and we are so happy, I can't help but wait for the other shoe to drop. You know?"

"Yes I know," Tara agreed, "This is Sunnydale, and there's always going to be something, but we'll get through it. Okay?"

"Okay," Willow agreed, "You're right, I shouldn't spend any more time thinking about the negative. I have a wife now and she is all I want on my mind."

"On your mind?" Tara raised an eyebrow in question. "Anywhere else you'd like to have me?"

"Well," Willow grinned widely, "now that you mention it, I believe we have about 5 more rooms to christen in our new home. Six if you count the kitchen."

"Oh, well now that you mention it," Tara smiled, "I am getting a little hungry."

"Well then," Willow pulled her forward, "Let me satisfy your appetite."

With that the two women jumped from the swing and strolled into the kitchen. Willow walked to the fridge, as Tara grabbed her by the tie on her robe. Willow turned around to find two firm full lips pressed passionately to hers. There was definite heat coming from the kitchen. No actual food was being consumed. The two women proceeded to slowly work their way through every room of the house. Taking time to properly christen each one, ultimately ending up in the very large claw footed cast iron bathtub of the master bathroom.

The day ended as it began with two women blissfully happy and together.

TBC