Becky and Buffy noticed the commotion and ran over, Buffy holding Willow around the waist when she saw the redhead was about to lunge.

"Buffy, let me go!" Willow yelled, seething, "Gonna fucking kick him in the balls! Bastard! Only my girlfriend is allowed kiss me!"

The guy, seeing he'd completely misread the situation just held his hands up in surrender and backed away into the crowds again. Willow raged for another second before she calmed slightly, the intense anger dissipating but in her drunken state a huge cloud of guilt suddenly overtook her.

"I have to see Tara!" she yelled to Buffy before freeing herself from the hold and running straight out of the club.

The other two just looked at each other, bewildered for a moment before running out after Willow, finding her stumbling on the street, trying to hail a cab.

"Let's take you home," Becky said as they caught up with her, the cold air and concern for her friend sobering her up, "Come on, Will."

Willow frowned, an angry pout on her face and shook her head indignantly.

"No, I have to see Tara! I have to see her right now!"

"Will, it's 2am. She's asleep," Buffy tried to reason, catching the redhead before she fell onto the road, "Come on."

A taxi pulled up, Willow's mad flailing of her hand having attracted him and she pushed Buffy off of her, opening the door of the car.

"I'm seeing Tara!"

Alice stumbled out of her bedroom, pulling her robe closed around her, the sound of incessant loud knocking at her front door having woken her and saw Brian jumping up from the sofa at the same time dressed in just a t-shirt and boxers, rubbing his eyes sleepily. Alice walked over to the door and looked through the peephole, pulling the door open in surprise when she saw Willow on the other side.

"Willow, what are you-"

"I have to see Tara!" Willow cut her off, running inside and looking around everywhere, "Where is she?! I need to see her!"

Tara, having heard the commotion walked into the living room from the spare bedroom, her eyes widening in shock when she saw the redhead.

"Will, what's-"

She was cut off as Willow threw herself into her arms, starting to sob quietly. Tara instinctively held her close and indicated to the other two that she was gonna take her into the room, getting nods of understanding in return.

When they got into the room, Tara walked them over and sat them both down on the bed, stroking Willow's hair comfortingly.

"Shush, honey, it's okay. I'm right here. What's wrong?"

"I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry," Willow sobbed, burying her head in Tara's neck, her sobs getting louder and louder in each passing second, "Please still marry me, please."

Tara pulled back from the hug and held the redhead's shoulders, a scared look on her face.

"Willow, why wouldn't I marry you?"

"Felt so wrong," Willow said, mumbling almost incoherently, "Coming at me and not your lips and I'm so sorry!"

"You…you," Tara replied, dropping her hands in shock, feeling her heart clench tightly in her chest, "You kissed someone else?"

Willow's face fell as tears streamed down her face.

"He kissed me. Tried to anyway. Was dancing and he kept touching me and I wanted him to stop and he just tried to kiss me! I pulled back as soon as I noticed and slapped him and I'm so sorry, I love you, I love you so much and, and-"

Tara bristled upon hearing the word 'slap' but put it out of her mind for the more immediate matter at hand. She closed her eyes for a moment, the tightness around her heart instantly dissipating and she pulled the redhead back to her in relief, wiping the tears falling from her eyes.

"Oh honey, it's okay. It's okay, my darling girl, it's okay."

"You're not mad?" Willow asked, sniffling, "B-but, but I..."

Tara leaned forwards and placed a gentle kiss on the bridge of her fiancée's nose before pulling back and looking at her with reassuring eyes.

"I wanna have serious words with whoever tried to kiss you. But of course I'm not mad at you. Sweetie, you didn't kiss back. It's not your fault you're so gorgeous that everyone wants you."

Tara had a small grin on her face as she said that and Willow nodded her head.

"I tried to kick him in the crotch. Buffy stopped me. Only you...only you're allowed to kiss me. No one else. I'll, I'll get a t-shirt saying it or, or get a tattoo so that everyone knows."

Tara laughed and shook her head.

"Maybe rethink that idea when there's no alcohol in your system, okay? And Willow it means the world that you rushed to tell me what happened. But I trust you completely and I know you'd never kiss anyone else. I love you, honey."

"Really?" Willow asked with vulnerable eyes, "I, I was so scared. I don't deserve you. You're the most wonderful woman in the world and I don't deserve you, you should find someone else to marry, someone perfect, like you are and-"

Tara cut her off by cupping her cheeks and giving her a deep kiss. Willow responded, slowly at first, almost unsure but eventually gave in and let the love and devotion the blonde was sending her through the kiss go through her until they both pulled back, breathing heavily and resting their foreheads against each other.

"I'm not perfect," Tara whispered, tucking a piece of the smaller girl's hair behind her ear, "But we're perfect for each other."

"We are?" Willow asked uncertainly, then in a much more confident voice, "We are."

"Yes, we are," Tara confirmed and gave the redhead another kiss, "Come on, let's go to sleep. We have plans tomorrow, remember? And you need to sleep off the alcohol. Don't want you forgetting your vows."

"I am a little drunk," Willow replied with a hiccup, making the blonde laugh, "Heh, hiccups."

Tara ran her hands down her fiancée's arms and pulled her shirt from her pants.

"Okay, sweetie, take your clothes off and get into bed-"

Willow smirked and started grinding her body more towards the blonde's.

"Mmhh, no problem, baby…love it when you get all demanding..."

Tara took Willow's hand from where it was making its way up her chest and shook her head.

"Uh uh, missy, you're not getting lucky tonight. We're not even supposed to be in the same bed. Actual sleeping is all you're gonna get."

"S'pose I'll take what I can get," Willow mumbled with a pout, "Can't promise I won't feel you up in your sleep."

Tara stood up and kissed Willow on the head.

"Wouldn't be a proper night's sleep if you didn't."

The smaller girl grinned but it faltered when she saw the blonde was going to leave the room.

"Where're you going? I thought we were cuddling."

"We are, but you kinda just stormed in here. I think Al and Bri might want to know you're not dying."

"Oh," Willow replied, starting to giggle, "Yea…I kinda ran off on Buff and Beck…hehe…"

Tara bent down and kissed the redhead's forehead lovingly.

"I'll sort it out. Just get into bed and I'll be back before you even notice I'm gone. Okay?"

Willow nodded and pressed her lips against the blonde's sweetly for a second before the taller girl straightened up again and left the room, going back into the living area where Alice and Brian were sitting on the couch, drinking coffee. They both jumped up when they saw Tara come in.

"Is she okay?" Brian asked, "She seemed really upset."

"Becky called," Alice said at the same time, "She tried to explain but she was still pretty drunk."

"She's fine," Tara reassured, "Alcohol and some pre-wedding nerves kinda exploded when some guy got a little too friendly on the dancefloor. Is it okay if she stays with me tonight?"

"Of course," Alice nodded, "No problem."

"And could you call Becky back and let her know the situation?"

Alice nodded once again and Tara smiled at her.

"Thank you. Sorry it got so crazy tonight."

"Hey, it's a wedding," Alice said, stretching her arms behind her head with a tired smile, "I'd be worried if there wasn't some craziness."

Tara gave a small chuckle.

"Hopefully that's all there is. See you in the morning guys."

Alice and Brian each gave a small wave as Tara went back into the bedroom. The blonde smiled when she saw Willow sprawled on the bed, her shirt discarded on the floor and her jeans half-off, the redhead seemingly having given up before they were fully off and fallen asleep.

She walked over and pulled the smaller girl's pants and socks off, leaving her in just her bra and panties before managing to get the blanket from beneath her without disturbing her and slipping in beside her fiancée, cuddling her warm body and bringing the blanket over them.

"'Night, beautiful girl. I love you."

Tara felt herself start to wake up when a ray of sunshine filtered in through the blinds, warming her body in the process.

"Mmhh, Willow."

She mistook the warmth for the redhead's body and started feeling around the bed in an attempt to cuddle closer. When she felt only the material of the sheet, she shot up, her senses instantly on high alert, worried that something was wrong after the night before. She looked around the room for a moment before her gaze settled on the pillow beside her that Willow had slept on, a folded piece of paper that had 'Tara' written on it and an apple. She picked up the paper and opened it, smiling when she recognised her fiancée's and very-soon-to-be-wife's handwriting.

Hey, gorgeous.

Woke up early with a killer headache (damn peer pressure. I drank the tequila). You looked so beautiful, I didn't wanna wake you. And hey, we weren't supposed to see each other 'til later anyway. I'm sorry I had a bit of a freak-out last night, but I'm glad I got to spend the night in your arms. I know that's where I'm meant to be. That you're the one I'm meant to be with always. That you're my soulmate. I better stop, I'm using up all my golden vows material . I just wanted you to know that I love you. See you at our wedding (for real this time).

Yours forever,

Willow

PS. I know you're probably feeling a little nervous. And a little stressed. But I don't want your tummy rumbling when I'm telling everyone how I'm gonna love you for the rest of my life, so please eat the apple? For me? Thanks, baby. Be with you soon.

Tara read over the letter a couple more times, smiling giddily as she ran her finger along the words. After a minute she folded the letter and put it back on the pillow before picking up the apple and falling back down onto the bed, squealing excitedly.

"I'm getting married today!"