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
