Willow stared down at
the prone form of her lover, intertwining Tara's fingers with her
own. Now that they were together again, there were so many things
she wanted to do. They could see the world, they could make love on
every continent (ok…maybe not Antarctica), and maybe someday, they
could even have a family. She wanted to spend every waking moment
treasuring this person who had chosen to love her despite her
numerous faults.
But of course, there was no time for that now.
There would be no more nights filled with passionate embraces. There would be no more walking in the park hand in hand. There would be no more soft smiles from across the room. There was no time for even one last adventure…Warren had seen to that. As Willow watched Tara's life bleed out onto the floor, she knew that they only had one moment more, and so she did the only thing she could do. She held Tara close and gave her a final, lingering kiss.
There would be time enough later, after Tara had passed on, for the black-eyed vengeance she would wreak upon this world.