Dirty Tube Socks In any other setting yes, I definitely agree! But this is the Buffy-verse, with it's own rules, rules which I begrudgingly promised myself to stick to for this fic. Taken from the Buffy Wikia, 'It should be noted that a newly-bitten werewolf will not transform until the falling of the next full moon night, even if the bite was received during a night of the full moon itself.'
Golden Waffles Always glad to have a reader who can pick up on stuff like that! Fear not, for it shall be explained shortly.
Chapter 3: May Day
One second.
Two.
Three.
Time seemed to stretch on as they stood, as if paralyzed' staring at that little calendar. It was clearly shaping up into one of those 'one thing after another, Willow can't get a break' kind of weeks. All sorts of plans flitted through her head.
They still had Oz's old cage in that crypt. Willow could free up her schedule for the next few nights, keep her company during the changes. She had the books they consulted during their first were-scare, too. Nothing that Willow herself didn't already know, but perhaps Tara would appreciate reading the information.
'Wait a minute…' Willow stared, not quite believing what she was seeing. "It's May," she croaked.
Tara seemed to deflate in her arms. "Oh my god," she breathed.
"It's May," Willow said again, hysterical laughter creeping into her voice. "It's May!"
The calendar said 'April'.
"Praise the goddess," the blonde muttered. "It's May."
Shoulders shaking, the two witches leaned on each other heavily, hysterical laughter wracking their bodies, Willow repeating 'It's May!' again and again, all in various tones of voice. "I swear, I'm gonna get you one of those digital alarm clocks that display the date, too! I can't believe you haven't changed the calendar page!"
"Schoolwork! Lots of schoolwork!" Tara sputtered.
Willow slapped her own forehead. "And it was a full moon a couple nights ago, too!"
Tara shoved her shoulder playfully. "And you couldn't have remembered that two minutes ago? B-before the near heart attack, I mean."
"Sorry," Willow grinned. "I tend to not think clearly when panicked on my girlfriend's behalf."
The atmosphere in the room changed. "G-girlfriend?"
Willow blushed, ducking her head and trying to backtrack. "Well, I, um..I didn't mean to be all assumption gal or anything! But, you have feelings for me, and I have feelings for you, and I thought we were gonna be together, and I guess, Willow-brain defaults that to 'girlfriends'."
"Willow.."
"I mean, is 'girlfriends' even the right word?"
"Will…"
"Partners! Is partners good? Or is it too marriage-y? Not to make you think I'm going too fast."
"Willow, sweetie. Calm down," Tara placed her hand gently on the top of Willow's chest. The effect was immediate as the redhead calmed.
"It's just, we are together, right? You do want to be with me?"
Tara blinked. "H-how-? That's not even a question! Of course I want to be with you! I thought you w-wouldn't want to be with me!"
"You…you mean that?"
The blonde nodded, all trace of shyness and stutter gone. "I'm your girl, for as long as you'll have me."
Willow pulled her into a tight embrace. "My girl," she muttered. "We have time, and we have resources. You're mine to love, and we will take care of you. I promise."
Tara pulled her lips away from Willow's forehead. "We?"
"The Scoobies," she said slowly. "Usually one has to be chased at least 5 times, kidnapped twice, or suspected of villainy, but I think 'bitten by werewolf' is more than enough of an initiation, don't you think?"