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Willow sat on the edge of the bed to pull on her bright green tights under her knee-length red dress, which was brightened with white polka dots.
She was delighted to be able to be her colourful self, while still being appropriately dressed. They hadn't been garments she'd bought particularly for the festive season, but every now and then her clashing sense of style worked out.
Tara was standing at the mirror, twisting and turning herself around in her brand new red evening dress with the black lace overlay.
"I love this dress but there's some serious VPL issues."
Willow padded over, shoeless, to Tara and embraced her from behind, eyeing her up in the mirror.
"Man, if that's the only price for looking so damn hot…"
She delicately traced the pattern of the lace on the bodice and turned her head in to smell the perfume on Tara's neck. Tara reached behind and stroked Willow's hair affectionately.
"Thank you for coming with me tonight."
"Are they nice?" Willow asked, gently bunching the material at Tara's stomach and smoothing it out again, "Your colleagues? You never talk too much about them, apart from your drinking buddy."
"There are no out and out assholes," Tara replied carefully, "A normal mix of people, with normal personality clashes. We're all professional. And don't call her my 'drinking buddy' in front of her."
Willow lifted an eyebrow.
"That sounds guarded."
Tara shook her head.
"Honestly, it's nothing bad. We just have to be pleasant, and they'll be pleasant too. You'll like Alice, and Mr. Evans is very kind-hearted. We won't stay too long if it's painful."
Willow backed away and sank to sit on the bed, clutching at her stomach dramatically.
"I hope I don't drink too much eggnog and we have to leave because of my tummy ache…"
Tara grinned through the mirror.
"I sure hope not."
Willow returned the smile and scooted over to get her shoes on. Tara nodded over, impressed.
"Look at you with a little kitten heel."
Willow blushed and smiled coyly.
"Trying to veer a little into sophistication land. Have to work my way up to those icicles on the end of those things you're about to put on."
Tara held up her new black stilettos, with accompanying red soles, by the straps and waved them around. She'd ended up finding them in a shoe store instead of online and nabbed a great deal on pair with a snapped strap that she was able to fix herself.
The 'fun' red soles made her feel a little sexy while the shoes remained classy enough to wear to a work event.
Willow had admired them while they were still in the box and Tara knew she was into them too.
"Don't pretend they don't turn you on."
"I'm not pretending anything," Willow grinned back, "You stamp and my panties will drop."
"Oh, now there's a super power," Tara replied, leaning back to put the shoes on, "I'll have to keep that in my arsenal."
Willow glanced down at her hand still on her stomach, feeling the awakenings of a grumble.
"Is there going to be food there?"
"Finger food," Tara replied, taking a make-up brush to fix up her blusher, "Go make a sandwich if you think you're going to be cranky."
"You know me so well," Willow said, passing by Tara to make her way out into the kitchen.
She bypassed the tuna for fear of stinky breath and worried that salami teetered too much on the garlic line to pass. She decided turkey and cheese and an additional teeth brushing would cover all angles, so made her sandwich and ate over the sink to prevent stains and crumbs.
She'd just popped the last corner into her mouth when Tara came out, fully made up, and made her choke.
Tara patiently walked over, poured a glass of water and handed it to Willow, who glugged it down and thumped her chest.
"Sorry," she breathed out as her airway cleared, "Wow. Hubba hubba."
"Do I look respectable?" Tara asked, unsure if maybe she shoes were a little too high.
"Professional but glamourous," Willow replied with a nod of her head, "You look great."
Tara kissed Willow's cheek, delicately so as not to smudge her make-up or pass on any of her lipstick.
"Thank you. And you look like my tasteful little elf."
"Tasteful or tasty?" Willow asked, doing a little twirl.
"Tasteful…for now," Tara replied with a sideways grin, accompanied with a wink and biting motion.
Willow grinned and it only widened as Tara sneakily pinched her butt. She blushed as she watched Tara go off to fetch her purse and took a breath to recover. When she was calmed again, she went off to re-brush her teeth, then joined Tara a few moments later.
They donned their warm jackets to set out onto the street.
There were seats on the T but they decided it wasn't worth the fifteen minutes of comfort to find themselves standing with old gum stuck to them. They huddled around a pole and kept a hand on each other' dresses to make sure they didn't fly up at any stage.
It was cold but thankfully un-icy, so they were able to walk, though quickly, to the office building without event. They rode the elevator alone and took the opportunity to do a mutual teeth check, 360° turn to check for any tucked-in-panties situation, and finally a shoe check for any stray toilet paper.
They gave each other the thumbs up and Tara gently pressed her own fingers to her lips, then to Willow's.
Willow smiled.
Although in theory she hated the restraint perfectly-applied lipstick put on kissing opportunities, she did love Tara's improvised sweetness.
"Remember, don't leave me," Willow whispered, right before the elevator doors pinged.
"Promise," Tara whispered back, winking at Willow again and linking their pinkies for as long as it took to the doors to open.
Jingly music was playing as they approached the glass doors, which had tinsel across the top as well as door decals of snowmen, Santa, reindeer and one Star of David. Willow pointed at it as Tara went to open the door.
"Token Jewish symbol?"
Tara shared a look of solidarity and slight shrug but Willow just smiled and waved it off. She didn't really care how denominational they were making the non-denominational party, as long as she got through it without embarrassing herself, or worse, Tara.
Rockin' Around The Christmas Tree blasted through the air as they stepped into the office, which was kitted out with more tinsel, paper streamers, hanging ornaments and fake snow. There was a plastic tree in the corner, with some presents underneath.
"We did a Secret Santa thing," Tara explained, looking through her purse for the present she had.
"What did you get?" Willow asked, casting an eye round the room to get a feel for the people.
"I just prettied up some of my chutneys," Tara replied, finding the gift and leaving it under the tree, "It would have been some crappy gag gift otherwise and this didn't cost too much."
Willow bobbed her head, but suddenly registered one key word.
"Wait, your chutneys?"
"Mmhm, the ones I've been making," Tara replied, offering a wave to a few people who spotted her and nodded a hello, "Like you told me to, months ago. You've been eating them for weeks."
"You made those?" Willow asked in astonishment.
"They had no label," Tara reasoned, giving Willow a 'seriously?' look.
"I thought it was bohemian!" Willow countered, but shut up quickly when a brunette woman approached them, holding her arms out.
"Tara, great to see you," Alice greeted, kissing both of Tara's cheeks warmly, then looking at Willow with a slightly perplexed, though still pleasant smile, "Could Will not make it?"
Both Willow and Tara did visible double-takes.
"…sorry?" Tara asked eventually, eyes travelling from Alice back to Willow.
"You said you were bringing your boyfriend," Alice stated, looking between them both earnestly, "Will, isn't it?"
Willow's eyebrows were practically at the ceiling and Tara's mouth literally hung open. She clamped it shut quickly to save face, shook her head to rid the puzzlement and gestured both hands towards Willow.
"This is Will…ow. My girlfriend."
"Oh, sure," Alice replied with a clueless nod, "It's fine to bring a friend."
"No. My girlfriend," Tara repeated, her cheeks tinging a brighter pink, "M-my lover."
If there had been a record playing, a scratch would have been a perfect accompaniment to the silence that seemed to fall upon the room as everyone inched towards the apparent scene.
Alice just looked stunned and Willow looked on the verge of tears.
"Wow," she managed to get out in a shaky voice before turning on her little heels and marching down a hallway she hoped would lead to the bathroom.
"Willow," Tara said, trying to catch her wrist before she passed, then leaving the scene behind to follow her into the bathroom, "Willow, come on."
Willow went straight over to the sink and stared at herself in the mirror to psych herself out of letting any tears fall. When she heard the door close again, she turned around, angry.
"'Will', really? I didn't think you were one to play the fake hetero card."
Tara understood what Willow had inferred, so just approached her humbly, clasping both hands in front of her.
"Willow, I didn–"
One of the cubicle doors flung open and a girl waltzed over to them, hurriedly washed her hands and all but ran out of there. Tara added another name to the list of coworkers she'd have to avoid eye contact with for a while, but her priority was the broken look on her girlfriend's face.
"Willow, I didn't," she continued, pleadingly, "It's a misunderstanding."
Willow sniffled.
"She said you said you were bringing your boyfriend."
"I said partner," Tara clarified, "She assumed."
Willow could see that happening. People assumed all the time.
If Tara had never specified a 'boyfriend', then maybe she hadn't been as betrayed as she thought.
"I had to beg you to come," Tara said, chancing taking Willow's hands and succeeding in not having them pulled away, "Why would I do that if I was trying to pretend you were a guy?"
Willow could concede that point, but it triggered a whole slew of different emotions.
She felt embarrassed for reacting in such a silly way and felt guilty for jumping to the worst conclusion.
"Less guy and more gay," she said, sniffling one last time.
Tara smiled and closed the gap so they were hugging.
"I don't do water cooler chats, I work through lunch most days," she explained softly in Willow's ear, "There's always another form to fill out, another meeting to go to, another kid to place. I probably said 'bye Will' on the phone or said 'can't wait to get home to Will' once and assumptions were made. You saw out there, when I said 'girlfriend' she assumed 'friend'."
She pulled back to eye Willow and held her face gently.
"You know I'd never hide you on purpose. I love you. I'm so proud to be your girl."
She pressed her lips to Willow's, not caring about her lipstick.
Willow knew Tara could be a bit particular about that, so appreciated the gesture. She made a furtive wipe at her eye, then rolled them at herself.
"I'm sorry, she said you said you were bringing a boyfriend and…" she made a crazy gesture at her head, "Willow-brain."
Tara squeezed Willow's upper arms gently.
"You were nervous coming here and it got off to a bad start. I understand. I'm sorry it happened."
Willow ducked her head, even more embarrassed. The 'girlfriend' thing was bad enough, but her marching off had cemented an uncomfortable evening.
"Well the awkward level of the night just went up about 600%."
Tara could only agree and sighed.
"Let's just make the 'nog excuse and get out of here."
Willow shrugged one shoulder.
"If you want I can go to that diner across the street and you can do the required mingling and come get me when you're done."
"If I didn't have to see any of these people again, I'd just leave," Tara replied, puffing out a breath, "I don't know whether to go or not."
"I get it," Willow nodded.
"Would you be really uncomfortable staying?" Tara wondered, hoping she wouldn't have to face everyone alone.
"You want me to?" Willow asked, lifting an eyebrow, "Stay, I mean."
"Of course I do," Tara replied softly, leaning in to peck Willow's lips before taking both her hands, "Okay. We'll go out and say you had an eyelash issue. They'll know we're lying but they'll be more comfortable having an excuse to go on. We'll get a drink, make awkward small talk and bow out. In?"
"In," Willow agreed, relieved to still be in Tara's good books, "You smudged your lipstick."
Tara found her lipstick and carefully reapplied it. They did another three-point check on each other and headed back out, hand in hand this time. They shared a look intended to boost confidence before finally rounding the final corner back into the office.
They got the sidelong glances and murmurs they were expecting, though with some genuine smiles littered in there too. Alice spotted them, halted the conversation she was in and came over to them apologetically.
"I'm very sorry about the misunderstanding."
"It's okay, I should've realised before," Tara replied for them, hoping her cheeks had returned to a normal colour, "I'm sorry if we caused a scene."
"Idle gossip, you were due your fifteen minutes. Someone will get drunk later and do something stupid and everyone will forget all about you," Alice replied kind-heartedly, "Why don't you both get a drink and grab a plate. The pigs in blankets are surprisingly good."
Willow heard 'pigs in blankets' and instantly made a move for the table. Tara shot Alice a grateful look and joined Willow, though made a beeline for the wine instead. She took one of the plastic wine glasses and poured a generous cup.
"That's your friend, isn't it?" Willow asked as she nibbled on some pastry.
"Sure is," Tara replied, taking a much-needed sip of wine, "Tonight, my very best friend."
Willow smirked as Tara cradled her glass like a child.
"I meant the woman."
Tara blushed again and cleared her throat.
"Yes. She was very nice about it."
Willow nodded an agreement and debated her drink choice, but decided to stick with red solo cup of soda to be on the safe side.
An hour passed of Tara moving around the room, flittering in and out of conversations with colleagues and their partners while Willow remained at her side, mostly silent.
Willow was glad she wasn't being forced into chit-chat as she always managed to put her foot in her mouth. She smiled and nodded appropriately, though she found herself almost falling asleep as she waited for the boss, Mr. Evans, to finish some story about a chicken on a golf course.
"So then the chicken putts a birdie!" Mr. Evans finished with a belly laugh to match his portly front.
There was the obligatory laughter all around for the oft-told story and Mr. Evans walked off, pleased as punch with himself. Tara noticed Willow's somnolent state and tugged gently on her sleeve to rouse her.
"Hey, I think we can sneak out. I've said hello to everyone and definitely made my memorable stamp."
"Okay, baby," Willow replied with an easy smile, willing to go along with whatever Tara wanted after her display earlier.
They brought their cups over to throw in the thrash and were about to make a quick exit when Mr. Evans appeared from his office, clumsily dressed in a Santa suit.
"Ho, ho, ho," he said jollily as he walked over to the tree, "Do we have good boys and girls here?"
Willow cringed; that seemed entirely creepy coming from a middle-aged man in a room full of adults. She looked to Tara who was hiding her cringe with a not-too-convincing smile.
Tara glanced at Willow and made a motion to say they'd leave as soon as the gift giving was over. Willow grabbed herself another couple of mini quiches to load up on and hung back while 'Santa' gave out the gifts.
There were lots of gag gifts, some innocent like mugs with captions, some less so like beer holders shaped like boobs. The secrecy seemed to lower people's inhibitions or fear of sexual harassment claims.
A woman who Willow thought she remembered being introduced to as 'Jamie' received Tara's chutneys and opened them then and there to dip crackers into. They ended up going around the room to much praise, but Tara stayed quiet when calls were made for the chef to reveal themselves.
Finally it came to Tara's gift and Willow noticed a woman standing right at the back behind everyone suddenly cower and cringe, then straighten up to try and seem normal. It puzzled Willow until she saw Tara tear off the packaging of her gift to reveal a pack of flavoured condoms.
The room went silent again, but Tara just held up the box and gave it a shake with an obliging smile on her face.
"Blow Me Bubblegum. My favourite."
Willow's head reeled but everyone else burst into laughter. After a moment, Willow smiled too, thinking that that had actually lifted any tension left from earlier amongst Tara's coworkers.
Some were impressed by her humour and others by her good nature, but Willow definitely noted a nod of respect generally coming her girlfriend's way.
Tara snuck out when people fell back into conversations and fetched their jackets. As she put her jacket on, she found the party invitations in her pocket.
She held them up to Willow unsurely.
"Should I still…?"
Willow nodded.
"If you want to."
Tara batted them around in her hand for a moment, then blew out a breath of courage, smiled at Willow and went to discreetly hand them out to the few people she'd decided to ask. She was friendly with a few coworkers, and she passed them out she realised maybe there was more affection for her than she realised as most pulled her in to a hug at the same time to say goodbye.
Tara came back to Willow clearly pleased with herself and took her hand.
"You know, I'm glad we came."
"I'm glad you're glad," Willow replied with a smile for her girlfriend, "It almost feels like all that stuff before was a whole other night."
"Let's leave it in that 'other night'," Tara replied, feeling a ring in her ear as they left the music behind, "Right now all I want is a night where I can get out of these shoes."
"You're definitely owed a foot rub," Willow said, pressing the elevator button, "And did you see them all, loving your chutneys. Why didn't you say they were yours?"
Tara shook her head.
"I had enough attention tonight."
They stepped into the elevator and Willow embraced the moment of privacy to lean in against Tara, hugging her and resting her head on her girlfriend's chest. At the last moment an arm came between the doors and Alice jumped in, dressed to leave as well.
Willow disentangled herself with a blush but Alice passed no comment. The elevator descended and Alice offered them a smile.
"Thanks for the invitation. I didn't have any New Year's plans."
"It's Tara's birthday on the 1st, so we thought we'd do a combo party," Willow explained, glancing to Tara with a tender smile, "We've never really had the chance, being in college and all."
"Excellent," Alice replied, friendly, "I look forward to it. Good night, ladies."
They exchanged goodbyes and walked in separate directions once on the street. The T ride home seemed longer than coming in, as both were getting a bit weary on their feet. Tara needed a hand to hang onto getting up the stairs in their building and had her shoes off before they even got in the door.
"Killer heels equal killer ache," she said, marching straight into the bedroom to undress and hang her clothes away, as it was not the kind of dress that fared well crumpled on the floor.
Willow joined her, but just flopped down on the bed and used her toes to unstrap her shoes and let them fall off. She glanced over to watch Tara shake out her hair and turned herself on her side.
"Hey, how did you get over the panty line issue?"
Tara looked over her shoulder alluringly as she untied the halterneck of her dress.
"I'm not wearing any," she said, the dress dropping to the floor to reveal just that, "Does that count as 'something sexy', as per your demands?"
Willow's eyes grew wide at her girlfriend's boldness and just stared at her bare ass in shock. Tara grinned and picked her dress up to hang.
Willow blinked as Tara bent out of sight and took in a slow breath.
"Something else, missy," she said when she was recovered, leaning on her upturned palm and lifting an eyebrow, "What in the hell do you know about 'Blow Me Bubblegum'?"
Tara chuckled.
"Remember when I went to the sex shop to buy you a vibrator? I was 'recommended' them before my intentions became clear."
Willow chuckled and spotted the box poking out of Tara's jacket, which was sitting on the back of the chair at the vanity table. She turned herself around so her feet were at the head of the bed and she could reach enough to pluck them out.
"I've never even seen one," she said, then she read the box, "A sweet treat for your sweetheart."
Tara let out a soft sigh of comfort as she changed into comfortable pyjamas.
"You've never seen one?" she asked as she tied the strings on her pants.
"Have you?" Willow asked, looking over, surprised.
"In health class," Tara answered, coming over to lie with Willow.
"Ah," Willow replied with a bob of her head, "I got out of health by doing AP Bio."
She turned the box in her hands and glanced at Tara.
"Can I look at one?"
Tara grinned.
"You've already smoked pot, condoms must be next on the list of experimentation."
Willow blushed and bumped Tara's shoulder playfully, then took the outer plastic packaging off of the box. Her thumbs pushed the lid up and she took out one of the little plastic squares. She turned it over in her hand, then brought it up to her mouth and caught the corner in her teeth, tearing it open.
Tara held a hand up to her mouth to conceal a laugh, not very successfully.
"Did you just rip it open with your teeth?"
"That's what they do on TV!" Willow replied, obliviously.
Tara poked Willow in the shoulder.
"If you'd gone to health class you would have learned that that's the best way to make them tear without you noticing."
Willow smiled sheepishly.
"I'd be a lousy straight girl."
Tara smirked and Willow held the packet upside down to empty the condom into her hand.
"Ew, it's all slimy!" she said, dropping it onto the bed with a grimace.
She poked it again as if to make sure it wouldn't bite, the moved it around until she figured out the proper way to unroll it.
"That seems…long," she commented, slipping her fingers in to use as a model, "If my fingers were a penis they'd only need half a one."
"If your fingers were a penis, it would be very difficult to eat soup," Tara replied as if it was very sage advice.
Willow looked at Tara quizzically and resisted bursting out laughing.
"Yes, you're right," she said, trying to remain serious, "Of all of the things, that would definitely cause me the most consternation."
She shook her head at her girlfriend and rotated her fingers around in front of her.
"What's the little tip for––wait, never mind I get it," she said, saving herself from the embarrassment of explanation.
As was her style, however, she soon found herself in a different embarrassing situation as she extended her tongue to it. It instantly recoiled in horror back into her mouth.
She batted at her tongue with her other hand to try and rid it of the rubbery taste.
"Ew, ew, ew!"
"Why did you lick it?!" Tara asked, face scrunched up in disgust.
"To see if it tasted like bubblegum!" Willow replied defensively, flicking the condom until it was off her fingers, then wiping them free of the slime on the sheet, "Dicks must taste awful if that's the preferred cover-up."
A shudder went down Tara's back.
"Jeez, Will, you're drying me up like the Sahara."
Willow tossed the condom across the room so it landed in the trash can and tucked the rest of the box closed.
"Sorry. Should we give these to Becky or just toss the rest in the trash?"
"Becky, I guess," Tara answered, taking the box and turning around to leave it on the nightstand, "No point in wasting them. Maybe she's a bigger bubblegum fan than you."
"Ha ha," Willow replied sarcastically, turning herself back around to join Tara.
She curled herself around Tara's side and rubbed her foot, still in their green tights, against her girlfriend's pantyhosed shin.
"We should put our little Christmas tree up soon," she said, sighing contently, "Hanukkah starts on the 21st this year."
"We'll put it and the menorah out together," Tara replied with a sweet smile.
Willow traced the 'BC' letters on the old t-shirt Tara was wearing and glanced upwards coyly.
"I'll have to root out the dreidel…"
Tara delicately pushed some hair behind Willow's ear.
"Now there's something to look forward to."
Willow traced the hint of a smirk on Tara's lips.
"I hope you're not thinking of something that would defile the dreidel's good name."
"What I'm thinking of would downright sully it," Tara replied in an evocative whisper.
Willow giggled, liking the tickle of Tara's breath on her ear.
"Still probably not as dirty as some of those people in your office were thinking when you walked in tonight in that dress," she replied, giving Tara a pointed look, "They were staring. Guys and girls."
Tara shrugged easily.
"I'm not worried. About guys or girls."
Willow smiled and rested her head back on Tara's chest.
"Good. This bed should be a worry-free zone."
Willow awoke with a start, sweating and out of breath.
She got out of bed and on shaky legs and wandered into the kitchen where she downed a glass of water, but almost choked it back up when she got an unnerving flashback.
She wiped her face down in the bathroom and returned to bed, though couldn't seem to get comfortable. After a few minutes, a hand snaked across her waist.
"Honey, what's wrong?" Tara mumbled sleepily, but with concern.
Willow's eyes darted back and forth, conflicted.
"I had a nightmare," she admitted finally, with a deep gulp.
Tara cosied herself up beside Willow, eyes still closed.
"What about, sweetheart?"
Willow winced; that was the worst pet name Tara could have chosen.
"I don't want to tell you," she replied cagily.
Tara stroked Willow's arm, to induce calmness.
"It's okay, you can tell me anything."
Willow swallowed audibly and hesitated before speaking.
"I had a dream…a monster was destroying the city," she said, before her face scrunched up, "…it was a giant penis who blew bubblegum bubbles to catch people in and suffocate them."
Tara was entirely silent for a moment, before her eyes flickered open and finally a snort escaped.
"You had a nightmare about a bubblegum-wielding dick monster?"
Willow crossed her arms over her chest grumpily.
"Oh, shut up."
Tara pursed her lips closed to stop and composed herself.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry," she said, gently patting Willow's stomach in circles for comfort, "Okay, look, it's over now."
Willow looked at Tara with worry.
"What if it comes back?"
Tara kept comforting Willow, adding little kisses to her shoulder.
"Well then, you just have to figure out a way to defeat the monster and then you won't have a nightmare about it anymore because it won't be around."
Willow cast her eyes unsurely towards Tara.
"How?"
Tara tapped her fingers against Willow's tummy, thinking.
"What if they brought in a giant vagina in to capture it?" she asked, completely in earnest but not without a little bit of mirth showing in a sideways smile.
Willow's nose scrunched up.
"I think then I'd just be dreaming about straight sex."
"Good point," Tara replied, lips pursing again but in thought this time, "Okay, how about they fly a giant condom over it so it can't blow the bubblegum anymore?"
Willow considered that, it seemed like a reasonable idea.
"And then everyone starts talking about their grandma," Tara added seriously.
"Why would they do that?" Willow asked in confusion.
"I hear it's a giant boner killer," Tara replied, deadpan.
Willow looked shocked for a moment, then grabbed the pillow from under her head and started smashing it over Tara's body, who squirmed and laughed.
"I will get you and your 'giant boner killer' Tara Maclay! NEVER say those words or anything like them in this bed again!"
"You're the one dreaming about penises!" Tara retorted, giggling as Willow started to tickle her too.
Eventually Tara fought and won possession of the pillow and tucked it back in under Willow's head as she rolled on top of her.
"How about I give you something that'll stop you thinking about everything?"
The glint in Tara's eye was enough to do just that already, so Willow could only lie back and close her eyes.
Tara disappeared under the covers, an arm popping out of the side moments later to drop Willow's pyjama bottoms and panties to the floor. She nibbled and licked at Willow's thighs, but it didn't take her long to get her wet enough for her tongue to slide in and gather the moisture.
Willow's moans were just loud enough to float down to her and keep her engaged. Willow clit became engorged as she licked around it and she teased the little bud so much that Willow came as soon as she wrapped her mouth around it and gave one, long suck.
She felt the wild jumping around her ears and that last intense groan before Willow's body went limp again. Tara wiped her mouth on the sheet and snuck back up over the blanket to take her girlfriend in her arms.
Willow was already asleep, her nightmare replaced by dreams much sweeter than bubblegum.