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Author's Notes: Hi all. Well, I'll just cover the usual. There's no beta so anything glaring PM me and I'll fix it. Italics are used for emphasis. This chapter title is also a song as well, me I say listen to it on repeat while you read the chapter, but that's me - it's a great song. It's "Lullaby" by The Dixie Chicks, so YouTube it iTunes it whatever, just listen to it!There's probably only one more chapter left, two at the very best... or maybe just a really long one, not sure yet, it's not written. So enjoy and thanks for reading everyone!

Lullaby

Waking up next to you is always the best part of my day. No matter what we have to do that day, or what may be happening, you have this way of waking me up gently. Sometimes it's with gentle touches or sweet soft kisses; sometimes they're more passionate and insistent. But it's never with yelling or slamming doors; even when we should be in a hurry but I'm still curled up under the covers, and I love you for it. I know how sappy and clichéd that may sound, but baby, I don't mind.

Anyway, I woke up with you the next day curled around you, and just like the night before we hadn't moved an inch. I had never been one to sleep well or not move around while I slept until we started sleeping – and not sleeping – together. There's something about lying beside you that puts all of me to ease and allows me to rest. You ease me into my days, and glide so lovingly with me into our nights.

So I woke up to you humming very softly while your fingers playing gently up and down my spine. I remember wondering from the way that the way you moved your fingers if you had ever played piano. Your head was still tucked under my chin, and I could feel one of your hands nestled between us. I worried that it might have fallen asleep in the night, as your other hand skittered gently up and down my naked back.

I kissed the top of your head. "Good morning, love," I said softly.

You kissed my chest before pulling back to look into my eyes. "Good morning, sweetie."

We kissed softly, and I rolled onto my back pulling you with me. I started to gently massage your shoulders and down your arms as you lay on top of me. "Did your hand fall asleep?" I asked between kisses.

You smiled into our kisses and pulled back a little. "If I say no will you stop what you're doing?"

I laughed softly. "No, I won't stop if you don't want me to."

"No, it didn't." You answered.

"Good, I like holding you that way when we sleep," I said and nuzzled our noses together. "How long have you been awake?"

"I don't know, a while I guess," You replied with a shrug. "I didn't want to move though." You looked at me shyly. "I like being in your arms, Willow."

I blinked rapidly; those simple words set a whirlpool of emotions loose in me. So many things swirled around in my head and heart. With you, baby, I have never been able to hide from my emotions, or keep them from you either. So I took a deep breath and smiled before I kissed you again. "Darling, I love having you in them." I tighten my arms around you, just holding you to me.

We lost ourselves in tender kisses, and with an easy deliberation made love to one another. The feeling and passion ran just as deep and strong as the night before; our emotions carried us away to that special realm that is uniquely our own. The sensuality and joy when we peaked just proved, if there was any doubt left between us, how profound our connection really was even so early into our relationship.

Waxing poetic, it seemed like it was beyond just the physical and verged on being spiritual. As time has passed, love, I like to think it has surpassed the tedious bindings of everyday description; our love is now something mythical to me. Something timeless and precious, rare and beautiful – just like you. Never doubt for an instant that I know just how very lucky I am to have you with me, darling.

"Are you hungry?" I asked softly after our bodies calmed again.

You nodded and kissed my shoulder. "If we get up I can make us some breakfast," I said as I stroked your hair.

You looked up me. "Why don't we make breakfast?"

I pushed a stray lock of damp hair behind your ear. "I like the sound of that," I agreed. "But can we snuggle a little more first?"

"The day is always better with more Willow-snuggles in it," You answered and proceeded to kiss me breathless.

We showered together leisurely, caressing as we cleaned one another. You dressed in Erik's t-shirt and a pair of my sweat pants that were deliciously tight on you; I had a wonderful view of your bottom while I washed your clothes. When we made it downstairs we saw that it was still snowing, so we turned on the television to catch the weather. It looked like we had a blizzard on our hands, one that wasn't planning on stopping anytime soon.

You called home to talk to Robby and make sure he was okay. I sat holding your hand, and even spoke with him too. It seemed obvious he needed some reassuring that everything was okay, and I promised that when the snow stopped and it was safe I'd bring you home, then we could build a snowman. That seemed to put both him and you at ease.

"Have you ever been away from Robby this long?" I asked after you hung up.

You smiled sheepishly. "I have a few times for work, but…" you shrugged.

"You don't like it." I finished as you nodded your head. "If you really want to go home we can find a way, Tara. I'm not holding you captive or anything, it's just snow."

Just then the house phone rang. It was Erik calling to check up on me. I had to hold the phone away from my ear as he squealed like a girl when I told him I had company, "overnight company" as he termed it. You blushed and giggled. I quickly hung up on him when he asked to speak to you, wanting to make sure you "were a nice girl for his Willow".

It was my turn to blush as I dropped the phone on the coffee table and flopped down next on the couch. You climbed into my lap and straddled me. You stroked my face and looked deeply into my eyes.

"Willow, it's okay. I'm okay," You said. "We are just a few miles apart, and he's okay. Buffy and Joyce love him like I do, so he's in good hands. They're just not mine." You smiled crookedly.

I kissed you gently. "As long as you're okay," I said. "I think breakfast is order." I looked at the time on the cable box above the television. "More like brunch."

We giggled together for a few moments, and I shifted you carefully and in a stunning display of my studly-ness, I stood up with you in my arms. You squealed and wrapped your legs around me as I moved us into the kitchen.

I noticed the catch in your breathing and watched your eyes darken a little. "Does this turn you on, Tara?"

You nodded and licked your lips. "You're stronger than you look."

I smirked cockily, and pressed us against the wall as I fondled your bottom. "Uh huh, some of the metal used at the gallery isn't light. Helping to weld them in place… well, holding you in place is like holding a feather in place in comparison, baby."

You tightened your legs around me, while I nipped at your lips. You were kneading my shoulders, and neck, to show off even more I started to lift you up and down slowly. You groaned as you could feel the muscles move; I spun around and planted you firmly on the island in the middle of the kitchen.

I looked at you, asking an unspoken question. Nodding, you pulled me in for an electric kiss that left us both breathless and aroused. Have I mentioned what a good kisser you are? You take my breath away every time. Your kiss was so hot I pulled you to the edge of the island and lifted you again pulling down the sweat pants.

I yanked them roughly down your legs, and pushed you back across the counter. Pushing the t-shirt up I kissed your stomach, biting and growling at the quivering flesh. You were chanting "Oh God" over and over, I snickered before I snarked, "Baby, God has nothing to do with what I'm about to do to you, trust me." Then I buried my face in to your hot, delicious sex.

Your hands tightened in my hair, as I went to work on your clit. Light flicks and swirls that started your hips rocking, I picked your hips up and held you to my mouth. This gave me better leverage so I could slip my tongue inside to stroke you as far as I could get it inside you. You were rubbing yourself against my face, and you were so very wet.

Getting a bright idea, I stopped making you whimper. "Willow! Please!"

"Just a minute, baby. I swear," I said as I grabbed one of the chairs from the dining room table and scurried back to you. I slid up to you, and the chair put me at the perfect level. With a growl I went right back to work. I put your legs over my shoulders, and now my hands were free. I placed one hand just above your mound and pressed firmly but gently as I entered you.

Your hands were behind your head holding on to the edge of the counter top. You were so wet I had to add another finger just to get friction. I timed the gentle pressure from above as a counterpoint to my strokes inside you. You can get so loud, it's wonderful to hear you enjoying your pleasure. You let go of the counter and pushed the t-shirt off to get at your nipples. They were already standing hard, and I could watch as you played with them.

Now that I knew where to find it, I made sure my strokes hit your g-spot every time. Your legs started to tremble and tighten around my head while you raised your head to look down at me. I winked at you and sucked harder on your clit.

"Will… oh, Willow," You panted. "I'm gonna… I'm gonna do it again!"

I knew what you meant, what you were trying to say, you were trying to warn me. Instead of stopping, I just moved my hand faster, swirling my tongue in tight circles around your clit.

"WILLOW!" You howled, coating my mouth and chin liberally in your cum. It rolled down my neck as you shuddered and convulsed against the counter. I kept stroking you from the inside, but only held your clit between my lips, sucking gently occasionally as you rode out the fierce orgasm.

Once all the fluttering had stopped, I laid my head against your thigh and watched you. You were cupping your breasts, as you panted. I kissed the insides of your thighs, and cleaned you gently with my tongue relishing the taste of your juices. I finally wiped my neck off on my t-shirt, before I scooped you up off the counter and carried you back upstairs to my bed.

I laid you down, and peeled off my quite wet t-shirt, and the rest of my cloths then got in beside you covering us both up. I rolled you gently into my arms. You giggle and pulled back to look at me before kissing me passionately. Your licked my chin and around my mouth, making me moan.

"I doesn't seem like we've managed to stay out of this bed for very long does it?" You asked, as you nibbled down my throat.

"No, not really," I breathed. "Is that a bad thing?" I squeaked when you bit me.

"Not in my book," You replied huskily.

You proceeded to work your own special brand of magic along my already over-heated body. Shattering me into a million different joyful pieces, only to put me back together as only you can.

We finally made it back downstairs to eat around dinner time. Fortuitously, I had been grocery shopping before the storm thinking I was going to be on my own for several days. We made up for our lack of other meals with a large dinner that included pie for dessert.

Giggling between us we agreed to stay downstairs and watch television there since we had spent the better part of the day in bed. It was still primarily background noise while we whispered to one another little tidbits, little hopes and dreams. We were curled around one another as we talked, deepening our emotional connection.

As it grew later, we grew tired and made our way to the stairs after I made sure the house was locked up tight. I slid around the corner in my fuzzy pink socks to stand next to you and easily swept you up and rushed up the stairs with you in my arms.

"Willow!" You squeaked and swatted at my shoulder. "You're going to hurt yourself if you keep carrying me around."

I sat down on the bed holding you on my lap. "Tara, I would carry you anywhere you wanted to go," I replied sincerely. "You would never be a burden to me."

You cocked your head to one side, studying me. "You really mean that don't you?" You whispered.

I nodded. "The more I'm with you, the more in I love you I am. The more I learn about you, I see what a remarkable woman your really are," I said swallowing hard. "I don't mean it as flattery either. You're so strong, Tara, but you've still managed to remain warm and open. Open to love, you haven't lost that ability when a lot of people would have shut themselves down." I just shook my head.

You wrapped your arms around my shoulders. "Oh, Willow…" You sighed. "That was never really an option. I had people that loved me too much to let me close in on myself. I never would have been able to be what Robby needed if I shutdown, and at times he needed so much! Not just love, but patience and understanding." You stroked my cheek. "To be good for him and to him, I had to be sure I never stopped doing those things with everyone in my life. My mom and Donny would never have wanted that for me, and I wanted to make them both proud. Proud of Robby… and proud of me."

I smiled. "See, you're so wise and that's only part of what makes you… well, you. I love that about you."

You smiled. "Sweet talker."

I shook my head. "I'm just calling it as I see it."

You kissed me sweetly. "You're pretty amazing yourself, Miss Rosenberg." You said. "You have all these brains and crazy skills, and yet you heft sheet metal and weld in an art gallery because it makes you happy. You could be doing anything you want with that mind of yours, why the gallery Will?"

I blushed and nodded. "My mother is calling it a 'phase'," I said with a rueful smile. "That when I was tired of my 'bohemian lifestyle', I would come to my senses and get a 'real job'," I snickered. "It's funny that she took my coming out better than my going to work in the gallery."

We both laughed at this.

"What about your dad?" You asked.

"Dad… dad is dad. He's loosened up considerably since retiring from the military," I said as I shrugged. "He just thought for a bit, and said I'm an adult now and can do what I want regardless of their opinion. I've 'got a good head on my shoulders'" I mimicked. "And will do what I think is best, as it should be."

"Are you truly happy?" You asked softly.

I thought carefully for a moment. "Yes, yes I am," I replied. "Besides, it brought me to you after all." I smiled and nuzzled our noses together.

You kissed me deeply, and we were both breathless when we pulled apart. "Charmer."

"Is it working?"I wiggled my eyebrows at you, and you rolled your eyes in return.

We both giggled and held on to each other tighter. Soon enough you slid off of my lap, and we went about our nightly routines. I was sitting on the bed when you came out of the bathroom, and you looked at me questioningly.

"Um…" I sighed. "I wasn't sure how you wanted to sleep," I said looking at the shorts and t-shirt I had sitting next to me on the turned down bed. I was hoping that you would want to sleep naked, I knew I did. I love the feel of your silky skin against mine, I can't think of anything better.

You looked at me for a moment, then took the clothes and put them on my dresser. You stood in front of me and slowly stripped. You pulled the covers further back, and moved past me making sure to brush against me as you climbed into bed.

I shivered as your warm skin skimmed over mine, making my temperature jump a good ten degrees. "You are evil, Tara Maclay," I said before standing to shuck my panties and long sleep shirt. I followed you into bed as quickly as I could manage.

"Hey gorgeous," You said once I was in next to you.

"Hello, darlin'," I replied and ran my hand down your bare arm. "I'm feelin' a little lonely over here, you think you might want to keep me company?"

"Hmm… I think I just might," You teased before scooting over into my arms, getting comfortable with a sigh.

"I think this is my new favorite thing," I said softly next to your ear.

You pulled back to look at me, your eyes twinkling with mirth. "Just this?"

"How about one of a few select new things that only we do?" I replied.

"That's better I guess," You pouted.

"Okaayy, how about this? My new favorite thing is being deep inside you while you cum screaming my name, BUT for those times when I can't be, this is almost as nice." I whispered boldly in your ear.

You gulped audibly and shivered. "I'm good with that."

"I thought you might be," I snickered and nipped your earlobe gently.

You pressed even closer to me, curling into the position you had been in the night before. We both sighed contentedly as we fit flush against one another perfectly.

"Goodnight, baby," I said and kissed your temple.

"Sweet dreams, love," You replied as you left several butterfly soft kisses on my chest just above my heart.

It seemed like as soon as I closed my eyes I was asleep and dreaming. Dreaming of you. I was chasing you while we laughed around an large old oak tree. The sunlight was shining in your hair, and yours eyes twinkled merrily as I tackled you gently to the ground. Stealing kisses, we were soon piled on and surrounded by more joyful laughter.

It was such a wonderful dream, and one that you made come true.

TBC…