Christmas Miracle Book Three; New Years Magic
Summery: The season's greetings are now over, What has become of our favorite couple? Here is the continuing story of Miracle.
*Journal Entry's in italics*
Characters: Tara, Willow
Chapters: 3
Completed: No
Comments: Yes please!
February 1st.
The long Winter was now over, January had passed and Willow and Tara were moving into February, The month of love and passion, new loves being formed and old ones rekindled. The nights for each girl were frustrating and hard, but slowly they are coming back around to each other.
Willow sat under a dimly lit lamp in her comfortable reading chair, her latest conquest had been to read a series of new books, She was already half way through the first in a set of three. Her eyes were moving rapidly over the page, her heart was beating deeply as each word washed over her being. Tara sat quietly listening to music and writing in her journal, something she had recently picked up. She read over the entry in her mind once more.
February 1st.
It has been over two months since I have returned to my Willow, and still she and I haven't uh well, I don't, every thing seems so right, but then wrong, and well, I don't know what and then.. I don't think wrong is the right word for it; it’s more of maybe for her not the right time. I am starting to worry that my love is losing herself, or afraid to lose me. I look at her each and every day, and long for her touch, the feel of her sweet soft skin next to mine. God how I long for the day's of us just laying in bed and talking. I miss what we used to share; even though they are fuzzy I still remember the beauty that we shared. I remember when she told me she would always find, that I was her always, and now we just walk about like we are lost. Maybe we are lost; we need our "magic" back, the way we used to be. She craved me just as much as her mocha's and I craved her We would just skip out on the scoobies and go to uh, uh, research.
I see her sitting there reading her book, She just looks so gorgeous I just want to kiss her feel willow-lips. Snuggle her up in my arms, tell her how much I love her and want her. But is she ready to go that way with me? I question this every day. Should I just talk to her about this? Should I just take her right now? No I feel that I should wait, let her find me. When she is ready she will tell me, I hope. Why is this so hard for us to come together? Will we find our magic? Then again. I have a plan, Valentines isn't that far away, and maybe a romantic holiday is what we need. Maybe we can share what we had again, no wait 14 days is just too soon. I wish I could be more outspoken with what I am feeling but I'm afraid I will scare her away. Or my stutter will show how much I am feeling. You see Journal, this is hard for me, I want my Willow. I do, really I do. But, and there is always a 'but', I don't want to rush her. Maybe tonight we can just snuggle and talk. It is late and I know I should write more, but if I want my willow-snuggles then I am going to have to cut this short. So sweet dreams for now, I will write more tomorrow.
Tara.
Tara looked up from her journal as she closed it, her little Willow tree was sleepy she could see it in her eyes and body language. She smiled softly and set her notebook on the coffee table.
"Sweetie?" She looks lovingly over to Willow.
"Yes." Willow looked up from her book, her face a little questioning.
"Are you ready for bed?"
Willow looked over to the clock, and then back to Tara. She was worried, it was already bed time, and she knew that Tara had probably already noticed her shy behavior in the bedroom, compared to her behavior before her death. Could she bring herself to make love to the woman she loved? God why was this so hard? Maybe the fact to lose Tara all over again, and if she just kept a small distance, maybe it wouldn't hurt so badly if Tara were to leave her again, if she weren't physically and emotionally connected.
"Sweetie?" Tara asked in concern, Willow hadn't answered her question.
"Sorry was lost in a thought." She smiled softly. "Um I need a shower, wanna meet after my shower?" She was hoping that Tara would be asleep by the time she was out of the shower.
"Sure honey." Tara was happy; it seemed she might be breaking down the barriers.
Tara and Willow both made their ways up the stairs, Willow a little slower than Tara. As the red head took the stairs she was in deep thought again. Her mind was checking all possibilities, she wished she could just sit down and be more organized about this, but she was afraid that Tara could or would find the list. Willow had barely noticed that she was in the room until she felt a hand on her shoulder.
"Huh. Oh uh." She figured Tara had asked her a question while she was in her daze.
"Is everything ok?"
"Yah I'm fine baby." Willow tried to reassure Tara, but truth be known she knew there was something very wrong with her. Willow was recounting the last few months, she was so comfortable in the beginning, she was so happy and overwhelmed that Tara was home, she was just there in the excitement that she was here back with her. Well ok not always was she here as in the now, but most of the time. What had changed her? That sweet night after the new year? She and Tara just held each other so close and everything seemed so right. But maybe now that the realization had set in, that this wasn't a dream, she realized that she could lose her all over again. She was feeling so many emotions that she couldn't just pin point one or two.
Tara was watching Willow; she was afraid that in her deep thought she would bump into something or lose her footing. She saw the bathroom door close and she listened for the right sounds. "Water." She stated quietly. "Shower door." another whisper. "No sounds of falling." she breathed a sigh of relief. Walking over to Willow's dresser she pulled out a comfortable tank top and a sheer pair of shorts. Changing was the least of her problems; it was the getting to sleep part that took the longest. The soft material of the shirt clung to her body, showing the curves and contours of her breasts. She lowered the blanket on her side, along with the sheets and snuggled under. The bed was cold but soon it would be warming to her body temperature, her beautiful redhead would soon find a sleeping Tara and a warm bed to snuggle into.
Willow's shower took less time then she had planned, stepping out of the warm steam haze that had been created she felt a shiver when her foot touched the cold tile. "Next time I buy a floor mat." she chuckled to herself. A warm fuzzy towel hung on the towel rack, plush and ready to be wrapped around Willow-y goodness. Her thin hand lifted it letting it unfold on its own; she wrapped it around her body and tucked the tip into the top to hold its place. The bathroom door opened and she surveyed the layout. Tara was asleep, 'oh no the light.' she quickly flipped it off and prayed she remembered where everything was by heart. Tip toeing through the room she found her dresser letting her hands search for her night clothes. Not finding them she realized they were in the hamper to be washed. A small sad sigh escaped her mouth and she found a T-shirt instead.
Letting the towel drop she pulled the T-shirt over her head and let it flow down to her thighs. Tip toeing back over to the bed she stubbed her toe on the corner of the bed frames wheel. She tried to hold in the hurt and pain but a little meep escaped her throat. "ouch." she whispered and went on. Pulling the covers down she worked her way in, Tara had left her plenty of room. Once she was in and on her side she sighed and closed her eyes, but her mind had never shut off. She was living pure torture. Just when she thought she was never going to get any sleep she felt something. It was warm and loving. In Tara's sleep she had scooted over and put her arm over Willow snuggling into her close. She made the smallest sounds of contentment and kissed the back of the red headed wiccan's neck. It had slowed her mind down and she was starting to drift off to sleep when she heard the faintest whisper.
"My Willow, mmm, soo squishy and full of willow-y love."
Tara's soft murmurs and sleep conversation made Willow smile and drift off to meet the sandman, or maybe a content dream or two.
February 2nd.
The morning sun rise leaked in through the curtains, the smell of lavender filled Tara's nostrils, 'oh god not now, mm the dreams were so good.' she had just been pulled from another intoxicating dream, yes one filled with willow-y good hands. As she laid there journey back through her dream she realized that she had been holding Willow, her red hair was tickling her nose. Inching her head back slightly to remove the hair she wiggled her head back and forth and then went back forward and nuzzled the hair out of the way of her prize. Willow-neck, 'mm' she thought. Her lips puckered and she laid soft kisses along her hair line, letting her eyes close and her body lead the way, her tongue slipped out of her mouth and began to bathe the redheads sensitive spots, 'I missed this.' her mind thought again. Bringing her tongue back in, her lips started to lightly caress the bare skin before her. Tara's body inched a little closer to the sleeping goddess, she had been wanting this since she had come back, and now here she was having a party with that beautiful neck she had always loved to kiss.
Coming out of her comatose sleep Willow felt the nuzzling and soft kisses that Tara was bathing her in. 'oh.' was all her mind could stammer out. 'Is this real? Am I dreaming this?' Her hesitation and fears had not even crept over her this morning, oh snugglies and kisses, best morning ever.' The red head thought. A warm hand was lightly grazing over her stomach, the sensations were bringing her to an intoxicating level, she almost felt drunk. Letting her hand stroke the blond witches she smiled and murmured. "mm, morning Baby." a little smile spread over her face.
"Morning sweetie." Tara's words a bit muffled from her main focus.
"How long have you been up?"
"Not long, just enjoying the sights." Tara smiled as she continued blessing Willow's neck in kisses.
"Oh."
Tara stopped and just laid there for a moment, she knew that her coaxing hadn't done much for Willow, as much as it had done for her at least. Rolling back she decided she needed a cooling off point, kinda like a time out. 'God Will, you have no idea what you do to me.' she thought, her body was shivering in pure unadulterated energy and she wanted Willow bad. A small whimper greeted Tara's ears 'huh?' she was confused.
"No more snuggles?" Willow complained.
"Of course there are more snuggles, I I just didn't know if you wanted them." She confessed, mentally slapping herself for stuttering.
"I love Tara-snuggles, make me all warm and fuzzy." The sneaky vixen replied. Or was she even sneaky anymore?
Rolling over to face Tara, Willow found herself getting wet, she was now feeling the effects of the morning wake up call, scotching closer to the woman that had made her all tingly, Willow laid her head on the ample chest and picked up the snuggle time where Tara had left it. Her voice came out soft not wanting to hurt or scare Tara.
"I'm sorry I haven't been me lately."
"I understand." Tara actually only part way understood.
"I have just been having inner demon problems." The confession felt good to get out.
"Will, you know you can always talk to me about these things, I may not be able to understand at the moment, but I can try. I love you Willow."
Willow's heart rang out with bells the size of freighters, but at the same time it crushed, she knew that she couldn't go on like this forever, she would have to tell Tara sometime, maybe now was the best. They always had the most effective conversations in the bedroom, it was always quiet and an intimate setting.
"I know, and I love you too Tara. I just, well its like this, um, well." She was confused, and she was scared she didn't want to say the words.
"It's ok Willow, you can tell me." Tara tried to reassure her that she was truly here.
"Well, I am worried and I am scared." God there it was, the confession.
"To lose me again?" She wanted a confirmed reason.
"That, and well, its a lot of things all jumbled up into one big Willow sandwich."
"Tell me Will, I want to help." Tara's hand lightly began to rub her lower back.
"I'm afraid that if we go back to how we were, before Warren." She swallowed harshly. "You will go away again, I'm afraid and scared that I cant handle it again." She hadn't finished what she was all afraid of, only what she knew so far.
"Sweetie, I know, I am afraid to, but we cant go the rest of our lives not being who we are and living in our fears." Tara pulled Willow closer. "Lets just work through this together."
She smiled softly and she saw it, Willow looked up into her eyes, she knew that now was the right time, the time she could show Willow how much she truly and purely loved her. Leaning her head down, her lips drew closer to Willow's. The initial touch and surrender was magnetizing. Willow's body inched up, her arm supporting her weight, she drew the kiss in deeper, warm full lips locking with thin and soft, each girl making incoherent noises, both been wanting this moment for what seemed like a millennium. Tara was the first to push the kiss further, her lips parted and her tongue snaked out onto the sorceress lips begging for permission and acceptance into the land of Willow.
Feeling the soft pink muscle on her lips she gladly opened her mouth and allowed Tara in, her mind was swarming with swirly thoughts. Making them even more swirly once she felt that pink goddess of a muscle explore her mouth. "mm." she moaned into the kiss, pushing herself more onto Tara, half her body now molding to the blond sex kittens. Their tongues now in a dance, a tango, a fiesta nacho twirl! Tara's arms wrapped lovingly and hungrily around the thin body that was pressing into her's mm.' she was falling into a deep non coherent awake, a place that only Willow could take her. Her thoughts dancing on a cloud, her kiss mirroring the effect of the emotions.
A thin hand started to creep up Tara's shirt, it was warm and soft, almost like the touch of a feather. 'oh goodness, is this real?' Tara was torn from her dream land finding the touch climbing higher and higher, she prayed that this wouldn't stop, in fact she begged in her mind for it not to. Willow's leg slipped between Tara's she was now inching her thigh up closing in on Tara's center. Her fears and trepidations a mere glimpse to what she had felt the past month were hurtled to non existent. Gone like the days of winter storms. This moment, this feeling, that was all she knew. 'I love Tara, this is what I want, no more fears, poof gone!' she thought. The red heads center pressed to Tara's thigh and she gasped, the contact was amazing, it was electrifying. Her mouth pulled away and her lungs gasped for the air it needed, it craved. Resting her forehead apon Tara's she breathed. Tara accompanying her, inhaling and exhaling.
"I love you." The red head spoke in between gasps.
"I love you too Willow." The reply spoken softly.
The scent of extasy could be smelled and the heat from the two bodies could have made the whole city feel like they were having an early summer. Willow's hips started to move back and forth slowly, her back arching. Pulling her forehead from the blond's a soft wave of warmth was pressed to thoughts full lips and then she sat her body up, careful to not harm Tara, she pulled the nuisance of material from her body to reveal the soft milky white skin that Tara had worshiped many times over.
'Oh Will.' Her mind went berserk over the view. With her muse before her she let her hands guide up and touch the soft pert globes, her hands exploring the soft flesh as if it were her very first time. Marveling at how perfect they were, how stunning one beautiful piece of art could be, her art! Letting her hands slip to Willow's waist she used her as leverage to raise herself up, to be her ground. With the red head now securely in her lap she let her lips do the talking in what she wanted. Kissing tenderly on her pulse point she made a bee line for what her mouth truly desired, kissing and licking her way down. In one fluid motion her lips opened and her mouth made contact with the soft pink nipple. Closing her lips tightly around the second most sensitive spot on the goddess she suckled softly, coaxing it to stiffen.
A light moan escaped Willow's mouth. "Tara." a name she could never stop calling to, a name that was forever burned into her mind, her touch, her care. It had always been there, never leaving her mind, and now she could feel every emotion on that one nipple, How her tongue lightly flicked or how her teeth gently were nibbling, she was in a league all on her own, no one was ever that good to her, no one. Her hips started to move against Tara's leg again, she was in the moment and the moment was in her.
"mm." Tara lightly moaned feeling the sensation return to her leg, she was making Willow happy and in turn that made her over joyed. Her mouth pulled away from the tender bud that she had currently been worshiping, kissing her way over she found herself now playing with the second one, pulling Willow closer her mouth wrapped around the second nipple and her tongue began to flutter and tease it. Causing another sound to escape her lovers mouth she smiled and continued what she knew Willow liked best. Her hands guided themselves around from her waist and slowly started to caress Will's lower back gently kneading the tensed muscles, her mouth's assault and her hands attacks were causing a puddle of Willow.
Willow's hands were having a hard time finding a place to rest, they started on Tara's shoulders, and then worked their way up into her hair, gently playing and stroking, back down to her shoulder. Her mind was not focusing properly and couldn't figure out what it wanted, did she just want to enjoy this pleasure, or did she want to heat it to a higher level? Finally deciding on the soft skin of Tara's neck they gently massage the soft muscles which intern pushed Tara's heat to over boiling, she was in a daze and the infiltration on her own body was intoxicating.
Feeling herself being lowered back Willow didn't object, she only went with the emotions and feelings that were being given to her body, she bit her bottom lip as Tara moved over her, watching each and every loving stroke given to her skin. She was being explored and she loved it, she loved how Tara delicately made circles with her finger around her belly button, how she would search and look for something that she had never seen before. Her touches never were to light or to harsh, always the right pressure to cause body shivers or or.... Willow's eye's darted down at the new sensations, Tara had begun an assault with her mouth, and she was kissing and licking her way down. Her tongue was trailing down the center of Willow's stomach, 'ooh.' Her more larger words escaping her brain.
Willow's hands found themselves entangled in the golden locks that were blanketing her stomach. Playing with each strand, well ok not each strand but close enough, she was almost to the point of no return, Tara was making her final assault before reaching her sex. "Tara did you hear that?" Willow shot up and was looking around the room.
A bewilder look was painted on Tara's face. "n no. what was it?"
"I don't know, it sounded like foot steps."
"Honey the door is locked, and I don't think anyone could have gotten in without a key or breaking something."
"I heard it." Willow looked back at Tara. "I'm gonna go and check it out." Getting off the bed Willow grabbed her t-shirt and pulled it back on.
Tara nodded and followed suit, getting out of the bed she waited for Willow to lead the way.
February 2nd,
Wow today was very eventful, the morning was the best part, I loved every moment of it, I can't believe that Willow and I uh uh talked for so long. We were actually getting somewhere when Willow heard something. At first I didn't hear anything, I guess my mind was really focused on what I was doing, any ways Willow and I walked out of the room and it was the worst site we have ever seen, As we were coming down the stairs we saw it, everything in the lower half of the house was turned upside down. Papers were all over the front room, most of our things were gone through, it was like someone was looking for something specifically, like they knew what they wanted. Willow immediately called the local police department and asked for a squad car to be sent over. We waited almost four hours for an officer to come by, Willow freaked out a lot while we were waiting, I did too. Finally about two in the afternoon, officer Todd Winchester showed up to check everything out, it was the worst day that we have had in the past month. He asked us so many questions most we didn't have answers for. Things like, "did you see anything suspicious? Did you hear anything? where were you when you heard or found the intrusion? does anyone you know have an extra key?" He asked those questions differently about eighteen times a piece, wow this was worse then when the watchers council came to interrogate Buffy. After about three hours of questions and the officer taking pictures and prints he told us that if we saw or heard anything again to call right away. Willow was a little more than steamed that he was so nonchalant about everything, but most people are once they have been invaded and had their privacy taken away.
The rest of the day was pretty lax, we had to do a lot of cleaning, and well it took quiet awhile. I made dinner, fettucine Alfredo. Willow and I ate in the front room and watched a little bit of TV, it was nice, not the normal setting that we always had, food being eaten at the table, but it was a nice change. After dinner we had a nice quiet moment to our selves, Willow was resting her head on my lap and reading to me from her book, I cant say that it was something that I would always read, but it did have a nice plot, I'm sorry that I didn't get to read the beginning. But Willow tells me that it is pretty self explanatory and I didn't miss much. From what I can gather Lindsay is one heck of a detective, Claire is really funny, she kind of reminds me of Anya, just an older version with children, and well Jill, I'm not sure what to make of her. Its a nice novel, I saw the other two books in the serious and they seem to have good plot lines, from what the inside scoop says. I still cant get one thing out of my mind, and it is the oddest thing, one of the oddest today even more so than the break in, While Will and I were cleaning up the dining room, we found something strange. A single red rose in a crystal vase. Strange. Willow wants to call the police in the morning, get an opinion on what our next step should be, I bet they are going to tell us to wait and see, see if anything else shows up, or disappears.
Well journal Willow is antsy for bed, and I think today was the start of us!
Tara.
February 3rd.
The Rosenberg/MaClay house was relatively quiet this afternoon, the smell of something cooking, something sweet, was in the air. Tara was bustling around in the kitchen making lunch, Willow was in the back downstairs office searching some information on the net.
"Will do you want a salad too?" Tara called from the kitchen.
"ooo sounds yummy!" Willow called back.
Hearing her response Tara continued to work following the recipe, this was her first time making stir fry and well it had seemed simple in the book. She pulled out some ingredients from the fridge and set them on the counter. From a cupboard she took a blue willow china bowl and poured some rice wine into the shallow vessel, then a little bit of milk, and she added a tea spoon of sugar.
Stirring the contents slowly she lifted the spoon to her lips and took a taste.
"Just call me chef Tara Yang!" she chuckled thinking about the 'Yang can cook' program on TV. She continued her bustle, grabbing a ready made bag of salad and putting two healthy size servings in a couple of bowls. Her nose sniffed at a scent that just didn't seem right for the kitchen.. 'what is that?' she looked around and kept on smelling searching and following her nose. 'that doesn't smell to wonderful, and it doesn't smell like a sacrificial candle, those things are bad, but this is even worse than that. ick.' she thought in her head as she searched. Turning the corner into the adjacent family room from the kitchen she locked on to the room, but still no sign of the smell.
'I hope Willow isn't fermenting yak cheese again, that stuff wasn't to nice on the libido.' Taking a step closer to the couch, she found it, "MISS KITTY." she practically hurtled the furniture looking for the cat. 'its one thing to miss, but its another to use a whole other area.' She wasn't super angry with the cat, but she and Willow learned the first time, train them young, otherwise you get pink fuzzy sweaters with brown additives. "Miss Kitty." she called again, looking around the area that she would normally finding her hiding. 'hmm, I have an idea.' Tara called off the search and went into the pantry of the kitchen and pulled out something she knew would get the little furball running to her her.
She shook the bag generously and waited a moment. 'still no kitten, where in Gaia's sake is she?' shaking the bag once again she waited another moment. 'ought oh.' the blonde bit the inside of her lip in worry. 'Will is going to go coo coo for coco puffs if we cant find her.' she would to, but she was too much in a frazzle wondering where that kitten was hiding to worry yet for herself. 'Oh I hope she didn't get out when we had the break in.' Tara's mind started to travel in all the bad places for the kitten's safety. 'Ok Tare, its ok, breath, in out in out.' She took a big breath and put her thoughts into kitten mode.
'If I were a kitty, where would I go? well I'm not in the kitchen, or the family room, could I be in the bathroom? no I don't like it in there Willow likes to get water on the floor and I don't like it, it makes my paws feel funny. Ok maybe I would go in the bedroom, they do have fun dangle-y objects in there, oh those big things that you can attack, and they have those hooks on them.' Tara shook her head. 'a cat has no clue what a bra's hooks are called, silly me, ok umm well huh she does like under the beds.'
Knowing that she only had a short time for her search to continue before she had to finish up the food she took off looking around the house. Searching each and every room in the entire upstairs, she realized that she hadn't checked one of the best hiding places. 'Under Willow's desk!' Tarring off to go and look she came into the room in a small panic. 'ok ok slow down, Will doesn't know yet, and if you look spooked she will know something's up, play it cool, cool and calm, yep that is what you should do.' "Hey." giving a smile to the working redhead, the blond made her way over to the desk. "Hey Will, umm, could I uhh, look under your desk?"
Willow knitted her brows in question. "Tara, are you ok?"
"I'm great Will, I just really need to look under your desk."
Even more confusion crossed her mind. "umm I guess so."
Scooting her computer chair out of the way Tara gave a quick smile and ducked under looking around, moving a couple of books that had found their way to the back. "do you remember that book on the Kama sutra?"
The redheaded hacker was now starting to think Tara was in a kinky mood. "Baby, I don't think, working Willow, is one of the positions." she chuckled.
"no no, I know, I was going to tell you I found it."
Pulling out from under the desk, her breath a little labored from the quick search, she sat back on her haunches and breathed out a little. "Will, I have some bad news. And well I have been looking for the past fifteen minuets, and I uhh, uhh cant find Miss Kitty." she gave the redhead a look of sadness and hurt, knowing how much the kitten meant to her, and well after finding out about MKF the first, she knew that Will loved the little furball a lot.
Willow's eye's went wide, she was in shock, they had gotten Miss Kitty the second day after Christmas. She was the first thing that had been the start of Tara and herself rekindling their relationship. It was a symbolic thing to her, she knew that as Miss Kitty grew, so she and Tara would also. Her mind started to run through all the places she liked to hide and play. "She wasn't in the bedroom?" she questioned her mind running a check off sheet and her mouth bringing out her thoughts. "family room?" Continuing her thought Tara was nodding to all of her questions in response. "Did you check the front room, under the entertainment stand? she really likes it in there, she likes to get behind the movies and wait and pounce when you walk by, and its so cute but very nerve racking, when you are trying to look for an important A&E Biography and you find kitty claw in your finger and then she will run as if she is the victor of the situation and then once you get over that she comes back to pounce your foot and and." The feisty red head started a nervous babble, and the listening blond knew she and Will just needed to look together and decided that if she didn't stop her now, there is no telling when she would finish. Even though it was completely Willow and adorable, she had to get her mind back on track.
"Sweetie." she was hoping to get her attention on the first call, but that was never likely. "Will!" she tried again, but failed. "Willow." Her voice louder and a little more of a high pitch in it than
"huh?" Willow looked up into Tara's eyes. "I was doing it again, wasn't I?"
Tara giggled. "Yeah, but its cute. Ok operation Kitty thunder will commence in five seconds, I still have to finish lunch."
Willow smiled at the thought of Tara using the commando words, "Kitty thunder?" she kind of questioned.
Tara gave her a quirky smile. "Yeah, like Desert Storm."
Willow smiled and stood to her feet, helping Tara in the process.Both girls started the hunt, retracing Tara's foot steps from the beginning to the end.
Willow was in deep thought on the hunt, she had ran all the places in her mind, nothing was coming to her. Tara was on the back porch calling out the kitten's name when she heard a little scratch from behind her. "Miss Kitty?" turning back inside she closed the door to listen better. Her ears were honing in on the area, stepping into the laundry room she heard what she had thought and saw a conformation. The laundry basket that she had left on the washer the other day was tipped over and on the ground. "Miss Kitty?" she stooped down and lifted the white plastic bin. There she was she was a bit frightened and scrambling to get away, but Tara caught her before she made it out the door to go and find some place to relax in. Petting her softly and giving her I love you's and questions of how you got there she called for Willow. "Sweetie, I got her.. Miss Kitty is no longer MIA."
Running from the few rooms over that she was in searching she almost ran smack into an oncoming blond. "You did!?" her voice full of excitement. "Where was she?"
"See that's the funny thing. She was in the laundry room." Tara preceded to explain how she found her, and the way she found her.
"But how?" A confused look struck the red heads face.
"I think it has something to do with yesterday."
"But who would do that, and why?"
"They didn't want her getting in their way?" She concluded in thought, and also trying to sleuth it out.
Giving the kitten over to Willow, she smiled and went back to what she was supposed to be doing, having the kitten safe she was able to get back into her cooking. "Sweetie, foods done."
Just across the way the Banks were sending their new dog walker off, she had just received the job, a pretty little thing, about five foot two, long brown hair with a bit of curl at the end, she was as sweet as pie, at least that is how Mr. Banks described her to his wife.
"Yes Nancy, I do believe she is great, I don't think we should worry about Rufus, he is in wonderful hands."
Mr and Mrs Banks were in their late 60's. Both retired from the IRS they had many long summer vacations. Other times of the year they would run off on mini vacations for a couple of weeks, this happened to be one of those times.
"All right Rodney, I just don't want anything to happen to our Rufus while we are off in Jamaica, or Italy, or wherever we are going this Valentines. I would just feel horrible if we came back to find him malnutrition or or, worse."
"No No Nancy, this girl is amazing with him, she likes him and he likes her, she seemed fond of him as soon as she came in the door. Oh dear I almost forgot, On your way back from Jared's office, can you pick up some peppermint candies?"
Nancy smiled at the question, her husband was a sucker for peppermint, especially the after dinner mints.
The day passed on into early evening at a normal speed, nothing out of the ordinary was going on, well ok maybe one place, but it wasn't so out of the ordinary, maybe it was for a certain pair, but they were defiantly not making any complaints.
"mmm Tara I love your hands, can you please never stop doing that."
Tara smiled and continued what was requested of her, her hands kneading into the small of Willow's back, her hands applying gentle pressure, removing each and every knot that she found. Her hands slowly guiding up the oiled back, tantalizing each and every nerve, along with adding some muscle relief was a definite bonus in her book, each and every day was becoming a stepping stone for the two to grow on. All starting with a good morning kiss.
"Does that feel ok sweetie?"
Checking in while she changed her pressure, her thumbs working under the red heads shoulder blades, finding a knot that seemed to have been there for ages, maybe even longer. It moved under her pressure and slid back into its hiding place.
"Will, It moved sweetie, I don't think I can do much more."
Willow was as limp as an over cooked string bean, her body was powerless under the full body massage that she had been given. "It was perfect baby, more than perfect." Tara stood up from her former position of straddling the now limp Willow. Her mouth was stuck in perm-a-smile mode and she was having a hard time controlling herself under the nakedness of the Greek goddess that was before her, her round firm ass, how it had little dimples, the way her back curved just right and made a little dip, a dip that she loved to kiss and tease with her tongue. In her little Willow-worship she had never seen the red head move, even in her mind she still saw her laying on the floor, her back moving up and down with her breath.
"Baby?" Willow was standing in front of her, only a t-shirt hanging between them. "you ok honey?" the curious vixen asked, she had seen this look in her eye's before, it was the look of her day dreaming, and as cute as it may be, she didn't want to stare and scare poor Tara. With a couple of blinks her mind realized that her Willow Tree was standing before her.
"oh sorry, I was, well I don't know where I was." she smiled innocently.
"huh, you don't know where you were? coz ya had that dreamy look in your eyes." The sorceress pried.
A goofy smirk came across Tara's face. "Well ok I know where I was."
"oh?"
"mmhmm, it was beautiful."
"it was?"
"oh yes."
"where was it?"
"The land of you."
"is that so?" Willow smiled with a goofy grin. Stepping closer to Tara she let the shirt fall and she straddled her legs, she was starting to feel frisky. Then again frisky didn't cover it, nope she was feeling more than frisky, more vixen-y. Tara's arms immediately went frozen, she hadn't had Willow come at her this way in so long, she was slightly in shock. Watching with enthusiasm, she saw her every movement, how she looked lovingly at her lips, her nose, her neck, her ears, she felt as if she were being seen for the first time.
How her thumb grazed across her cheek bone, how it would slowly move over every feature. Slowly Willow leaned down and kissed lovingly every place she had caressed. Starting with her neck, she licked softly, adding a few nips. Her hands tangling in the long blond tresses, her lips trailing up to the soft skin of Tara's ear, licking the outer rim she settled on her ear lobe, nibbling and sucking on the sensitive flesh. her body started to react and she made whispered moans. 'oh god that is it, I cant hold anything in.' The thought flooded through Tara's mind. Adding to the soft sounds that Willow had made, she added her own harmony.
Her breath increasing, and with her exhales she would make a small whimper. It took every ounce in Willow's body to pull away from that beautiful ear, but she made it, her lips softly kissed her cheeks, and a single one to her nose, finally resting on the plump cherry flavored lips. Her heart raced as her kisses massaged the other woman's lips.
Her tongue begging for entrance.
Tara happily complied. Allowing a larger area to explore, the pink ambitious muscle sneaked in and went to work, searching far and wide for every taste that was in there, looking for the want, the crave and need. Scootching forward, Tara guided Willow's legs to wrap around her waist.
Kneeling down onto the carpet she laid the beautiful muse on the plush carpet and smiled down at her, she was loving this time with her fair maiden. "ignusite" The fire place filled with orange dancing flames, burning hot with their love, Tara pressed her lips to Willow's once again continuing the tango.
Across the street a single light on the front porch lit the Bank's home, they were departing for their ten PM flight, the last one this week to even get remotely close to Paris. "Good night Beth, please keep our Rufus safe." Mrs. Banks called from the car.
"I will Mrs. B, don't worry he and I are gonna watch movies and eat ice cream and dog biscuits, we will be wonderful!" Beth teased, her mind gathering on her real thoughts. 'only have this damn job for one thing, I hope this mutt wont care that he is going to be chained to a tree, only wanted this for a little binocular time.' She grinned and waved as the silver Mercedes's pulled out and drove in the direction of the airport. Slinking back into the house, the woman decided to start setting up base camp.
Back inside the Rosenberg/MaClay home Tara sat up writing in her journal once more, her hand moving at a rather fast pace. A thin blanket lightly draped over her legs, Willow asleep on her back, her tummy moving up and down in a rhythmic motion, her hand lazily resting on it, soft cooing coming from her lips.
Dear Willow,
Tonight I sit up and watch you sleep, today was eventful, but I wouldn't give up one moment of it, I wouldn't because I spent it with you, I loved how we woke up this morning, entangled in each other's arms, how your eyes fluttered open and the sweetest words were uttered from your lips. 'morning baby.' They made my heart smile. I loved how you complimented my cooking, even though it tasted a little funny because I wasn't able to watch it because of our kitty fiasco, I'm so happy we found her, even if she was under the laundry bin.
My mind cant stop thinking about you. How much I love you, how many ways I want to show you, I want you to know that tonight was amazing, but it is always amazing when I am with you, how your eye's gleam and sparkle when I look into them, how I can see that you love me with each and every glance you steal, yes I see you watching me from the corner of your eye, its so cute how you try and look away and keep that moment to yourself, how you think I don't know, but I do. I just never say anything because I love how it makes me feel, to know you still want me, and crave me, I can feel it each and every time you kiss me, how your body presses into mine, how you touch my arm, or even when you lightly peck my cheek. I know that some day soon we will make love again, and when we do it will move mountains, it will be tender. i know this because I know you. I know what you like, what you want, how you want it, and I know that it will be magical.
I wonder how you will wake up tomorrow, If it will be by my lips, my gentle touch, or maybe you will be waking me up. I think if I'm up first I am going to make you my special funny shaped pancakes, with orange juice and maybe some fruit, I'm not sure yet. But I know you will love it. Willow you are mean the world to me, you are my everything, my always, my forever, I don't ever want to be with another soul again, you are my soul mate, you make me whole. I dream of our future, I dream of waking up next to you for the rest of my life, I dream that one day we may have children, I think you will make a wonderful mom, and their is no one else I would ever want to share that with, I know you will never read this because it is my Journal.
But I just love seeing the words on the paper, it's as if I am telling them to you now, some day I will actually tell you, but for now, I am content putting it here, writing it and watching you sleep, you make the cutest noises too! I love how your mouth is open just a little and I can hear your breath, I pray that this never ends, I cherish this time.
I love you always and forever,
your Tara.
*Journal Entry's in italics*
Characters: Tara, Willow
Chapters: 3
Completed: No
Comments: Yes please!
February 1st.
The long Winter was now over, January had passed and Willow and Tara were moving into February, The month of love and passion, new loves being formed and old ones rekindled. The nights for each girl were frustrating and hard, but slowly they are coming back around to each other.
Willow sat under a dimly lit lamp in her comfortable reading chair, her latest conquest had been to read a series of new books, She was already half way through the first in a set of three. Her eyes were moving rapidly over the page, her heart was beating deeply as each word washed over her being. Tara sat quietly listening to music and writing in her journal, something she had recently picked up. She read over the entry in her mind once more.
February 1st.
It has been over two months since I have returned to my Willow, and still she and I haven't uh well, I don't, every thing seems so right, but then wrong, and well, I don't know what and then.. I don't think wrong is the right word for it; it’s more of maybe for her not the right time. I am starting to worry that my love is losing herself, or afraid to lose me. I look at her each and every day, and long for her touch, the feel of her sweet soft skin next to mine. God how I long for the day's of us just laying in bed and talking. I miss what we used to share; even though they are fuzzy I still remember the beauty that we shared. I remember when she told me she would always find, that I was her always, and now we just walk about like we are lost. Maybe we are lost; we need our "magic" back, the way we used to be. She craved me just as much as her mocha's and I craved her We would just skip out on the scoobies and go to uh, uh, research.
I see her sitting there reading her book, She just looks so gorgeous I just want to kiss her feel willow-lips. Snuggle her up in my arms, tell her how much I love her and want her. But is she ready to go that way with me? I question this every day. Should I just talk to her about this? Should I just take her right now? No I feel that I should wait, let her find me. When she is ready she will tell me, I hope. Why is this so hard for us to come together? Will we find our magic? Then again. I have a plan, Valentines isn't that far away, and maybe a romantic holiday is what we need. Maybe we can share what we had again, no wait 14 days is just too soon. I wish I could be more outspoken with what I am feeling but I'm afraid I will scare her away. Or my stutter will show how much I am feeling. You see Journal, this is hard for me, I want my Willow. I do, really I do. But, and there is always a 'but', I don't want to rush her. Maybe tonight we can just snuggle and talk. It is late and I know I should write more, but if I want my willow-snuggles then I am going to have to cut this short. So sweet dreams for now, I will write more tomorrow.
Tara.
Tara looked up from her journal as she closed it, her little Willow tree was sleepy she could see it in her eyes and body language. She smiled softly and set her notebook on the coffee table.
"Sweetie?" She looks lovingly over to Willow.
"Yes." Willow looked up from her book, her face a little questioning.
"Are you ready for bed?"
Willow looked over to the clock, and then back to Tara. She was worried, it was already bed time, and she knew that Tara had probably already noticed her shy behavior in the bedroom, compared to her behavior before her death. Could she bring herself to make love to the woman she loved? God why was this so hard? Maybe the fact to lose Tara all over again, and if she just kept a small distance, maybe it wouldn't hurt so badly if Tara were to leave her again, if she weren't physically and emotionally connected.
"Sweetie?" Tara asked in concern, Willow hadn't answered her question.
"Sorry was lost in a thought." She smiled softly. "Um I need a shower, wanna meet after my shower?" She was hoping that Tara would be asleep by the time she was out of the shower.
"Sure honey." Tara was happy; it seemed she might be breaking down the barriers.
Tara and Willow both made their ways up the stairs, Willow a little slower than Tara. As the red head took the stairs she was in deep thought again. Her mind was checking all possibilities, she wished she could just sit down and be more organized about this, but she was afraid that Tara could or would find the list. Willow had barely noticed that she was in the room until she felt a hand on her shoulder.
"Huh. Oh uh." She figured Tara had asked her a question while she was in her daze.
"Is everything ok?"
"Yah I'm fine baby." Willow tried to reassure Tara, but truth be known she knew there was something very wrong with her. Willow was recounting the last few months, she was so comfortable in the beginning, she was so happy and overwhelmed that Tara was home, she was just there in the excitement that she was here back with her. Well ok not always was she here as in the now, but most of the time. What had changed her? That sweet night after the new year? She and Tara just held each other so close and everything seemed so right. But maybe now that the realization had set in, that this wasn't a dream, she realized that she could lose her all over again. She was feeling so many emotions that she couldn't just pin point one or two.
Tara was watching Willow; she was afraid that in her deep thought she would bump into something or lose her footing. She saw the bathroom door close and she listened for the right sounds. "Water." She stated quietly. "Shower door." another whisper. "No sounds of falling." she breathed a sigh of relief. Walking over to Willow's dresser she pulled out a comfortable tank top and a sheer pair of shorts. Changing was the least of her problems; it was the getting to sleep part that took the longest. The soft material of the shirt clung to her body, showing the curves and contours of her breasts. She lowered the blanket on her side, along with the sheets and snuggled under. The bed was cold but soon it would be warming to her body temperature, her beautiful redhead would soon find a sleeping Tara and a warm bed to snuggle into.
Willow's shower took less time then she had planned, stepping out of the warm steam haze that had been created she felt a shiver when her foot touched the cold tile. "Next time I buy a floor mat." she chuckled to herself. A warm fuzzy towel hung on the towel rack, plush and ready to be wrapped around Willow-y goodness. Her thin hand lifted it letting it unfold on its own; she wrapped it around her body and tucked the tip into the top to hold its place. The bathroom door opened and she surveyed the layout. Tara was asleep, 'oh no the light.' she quickly flipped it off and prayed she remembered where everything was by heart. Tip toeing through the room she found her dresser letting her hands search for her night clothes. Not finding them she realized they were in the hamper to be washed. A small sad sigh escaped her mouth and she found a T-shirt instead.
Letting the towel drop she pulled the T-shirt over her head and let it flow down to her thighs. Tip toeing back over to the bed she stubbed her toe on the corner of the bed frames wheel. She tried to hold in the hurt and pain but a little meep escaped her throat. "ouch." she whispered and went on. Pulling the covers down she worked her way in, Tara had left her plenty of room. Once she was in and on her side she sighed and closed her eyes, but her mind had never shut off. She was living pure torture. Just when she thought she was never going to get any sleep she felt something. It was warm and loving. In Tara's sleep she had scooted over and put her arm over Willow snuggling into her close. She made the smallest sounds of contentment and kissed the back of the red headed wiccan's neck. It had slowed her mind down and she was starting to drift off to sleep when she heard the faintest whisper.
"My Willow, mmm, soo squishy and full of willow-y love."
Tara's soft murmurs and sleep conversation made Willow smile and drift off to meet the sandman, or maybe a content dream or two.
February 2nd.
The morning sun rise leaked in through the curtains, the smell of lavender filled Tara's nostrils, 'oh god not now, mm the dreams were so good.' she had just been pulled from another intoxicating dream, yes one filled with willow-y good hands. As she laid there journey back through her dream she realized that she had been holding Willow, her red hair was tickling her nose. Inching her head back slightly to remove the hair she wiggled her head back and forth and then went back forward and nuzzled the hair out of the way of her prize. Willow-neck, 'mm' she thought. Her lips puckered and she laid soft kisses along her hair line, letting her eyes close and her body lead the way, her tongue slipped out of her mouth and began to bathe the redheads sensitive spots, 'I missed this.' her mind thought again. Bringing her tongue back in, her lips started to lightly caress the bare skin before her. Tara's body inched a little closer to the sleeping goddess, she had been wanting this since she had come back, and now here she was having a party with that beautiful neck she had always loved to kiss.
Coming out of her comatose sleep Willow felt the nuzzling and soft kisses that Tara was bathing her in. 'oh.' was all her mind could stammer out. 'Is this real? Am I dreaming this?' Her hesitation and fears had not even crept over her this morning, oh snugglies and kisses, best morning ever.' The red head thought. A warm hand was lightly grazing over her stomach, the sensations were bringing her to an intoxicating level, she almost felt drunk. Letting her hand stroke the blond witches she smiled and murmured. "mm, morning Baby." a little smile spread over her face.
"Morning sweetie." Tara's words a bit muffled from her main focus.
"How long have you been up?"
"Not long, just enjoying the sights." Tara smiled as she continued blessing Willow's neck in kisses.
"Oh."
Tara stopped and just laid there for a moment, she knew that her coaxing hadn't done much for Willow, as much as it had done for her at least. Rolling back she decided she needed a cooling off point, kinda like a time out. 'God Will, you have no idea what you do to me.' she thought, her body was shivering in pure unadulterated energy and she wanted Willow bad. A small whimper greeted Tara's ears 'huh?' she was confused.
"No more snuggles?" Willow complained.
"Of course there are more snuggles, I I just didn't know if you wanted them." She confessed, mentally slapping herself for stuttering.
"I love Tara-snuggles, make me all warm and fuzzy." The sneaky vixen replied. Or was she even sneaky anymore?
Rolling over to face Tara, Willow found herself getting wet, she was now feeling the effects of the morning wake up call, scotching closer to the woman that had made her all tingly, Willow laid her head on the ample chest and picked up the snuggle time where Tara had left it. Her voice came out soft not wanting to hurt or scare Tara.
"I'm sorry I haven't been me lately."
"I understand." Tara actually only part way understood.
"I have just been having inner demon problems." The confession felt good to get out.
"Will, you know you can always talk to me about these things, I may not be able to understand at the moment, but I can try. I love you Willow."
Willow's heart rang out with bells the size of freighters, but at the same time it crushed, she knew that she couldn't go on like this forever, she would have to tell Tara sometime, maybe now was the best. They always had the most effective conversations in the bedroom, it was always quiet and an intimate setting.
"I know, and I love you too Tara. I just, well its like this, um, well." She was confused, and she was scared she didn't want to say the words.
"It's ok Willow, you can tell me." Tara tried to reassure her that she was truly here.
"Well, I am worried and I am scared." God there it was, the confession.
"To lose me again?" She wanted a confirmed reason.
"That, and well, its a lot of things all jumbled up into one big Willow sandwich."
"Tell me Will, I want to help." Tara's hand lightly began to rub her lower back.
"I'm afraid that if we go back to how we were, before Warren." She swallowed harshly. "You will go away again, I'm afraid and scared that I cant handle it again." She hadn't finished what she was all afraid of, only what she knew so far.
"Sweetie, I know, I am afraid to, but we cant go the rest of our lives not being who we are and living in our fears." Tara pulled Willow closer. "Lets just work through this together."
She smiled softly and she saw it, Willow looked up into her eyes, she knew that now was the right time, the time she could show Willow how much she truly and purely loved her. Leaning her head down, her lips drew closer to Willow's. The initial touch and surrender was magnetizing. Willow's body inched up, her arm supporting her weight, she drew the kiss in deeper, warm full lips locking with thin and soft, each girl making incoherent noises, both been wanting this moment for what seemed like a millennium. Tara was the first to push the kiss further, her lips parted and her tongue snaked out onto the sorceress lips begging for permission and acceptance into the land of Willow.
Feeling the soft pink muscle on her lips she gladly opened her mouth and allowed Tara in, her mind was swarming with swirly thoughts. Making them even more swirly once she felt that pink goddess of a muscle explore her mouth. "mm." she moaned into the kiss, pushing herself more onto Tara, half her body now molding to the blond sex kittens. Their tongues now in a dance, a tango, a fiesta nacho twirl! Tara's arms wrapped lovingly and hungrily around the thin body that was pressing into her's mm.' she was falling into a deep non coherent awake, a place that only Willow could take her. Her thoughts dancing on a cloud, her kiss mirroring the effect of the emotions.
A thin hand started to creep up Tara's shirt, it was warm and soft, almost like the touch of a feather. 'oh goodness, is this real?' Tara was torn from her dream land finding the touch climbing higher and higher, she prayed that this wouldn't stop, in fact she begged in her mind for it not to. Willow's leg slipped between Tara's she was now inching her thigh up closing in on Tara's center. Her fears and trepidations a mere glimpse to what she had felt the past month were hurtled to non existent. Gone like the days of winter storms. This moment, this feeling, that was all she knew. 'I love Tara, this is what I want, no more fears, poof gone!' she thought. The red heads center pressed to Tara's thigh and she gasped, the contact was amazing, it was electrifying. Her mouth pulled away and her lungs gasped for the air it needed, it craved. Resting her forehead apon Tara's she breathed. Tara accompanying her, inhaling and exhaling.
"I love you." The red head spoke in between gasps.
"I love you too Willow." The reply spoken softly.
The scent of extasy could be smelled and the heat from the two bodies could have made the whole city feel like they were having an early summer. Willow's hips started to move back and forth slowly, her back arching. Pulling her forehead from the blond's a soft wave of warmth was pressed to thoughts full lips and then she sat her body up, careful to not harm Tara, she pulled the nuisance of material from her body to reveal the soft milky white skin that Tara had worshiped many times over.
'Oh Will.' Her mind went berserk over the view. With her muse before her she let her hands guide up and touch the soft pert globes, her hands exploring the soft flesh as if it were her very first time. Marveling at how perfect they were, how stunning one beautiful piece of art could be, her art! Letting her hands slip to Willow's waist she used her as leverage to raise herself up, to be her ground. With the red head now securely in her lap she let her lips do the talking in what she wanted. Kissing tenderly on her pulse point she made a bee line for what her mouth truly desired, kissing and licking her way down. In one fluid motion her lips opened and her mouth made contact with the soft pink nipple. Closing her lips tightly around the second most sensitive spot on the goddess she suckled softly, coaxing it to stiffen.
A light moan escaped Willow's mouth. "Tara." a name she could never stop calling to, a name that was forever burned into her mind, her touch, her care. It had always been there, never leaving her mind, and now she could feel every emotion on that one nipple, How her tongue lightly flicked or how her teeth gently were nibbling, she was in a league all on her own, no one was ever that good to her, no one. Her hips started to move against Tara's leg again, she was in the moment and the moment was in her.
"mm." Tara lightly moaned feeling the sensation return to her leg, she was making Willow happy and in turn that made her over joyed. Her mouth pulled away from the tender bud that she had currently been worshiping, kissing her way over she found herself now playing with the second one, pulling Willow closer her mouth wrapped around the second nipple and her tongue began to flutter and tease it. Causing another sound to escape her lovers mouth she smiled and continued what she knew Willow liked best. Her hands guided themselves around from her waist and slowly started to caress Will's lower back gently kneading the tensed muscles, her mouth's assault and her hands attacks were causing a puddle of Willow.
Willow's hands were having a hard time finding a place to rest, they started on Tara's shoulders, and then worked their way up into her hair, gently playing and stroking, back down to her shoulder. Her mind was not focusing properly and couldn't figure out what it wanted, did she just want to enjoy this pleasure, or did she want to heat it to a higher level? Finally deciding on the soft skin of Tara's neck they gently massage the soft muscles which intern pushed Tara's heat to over boiling, she was in a daze and the infiltration on her own body was intoxicating.
Feeling herself being lowered back Willow didn't object, she only went with the emotions and feelings that were being given to her body, she bit her bottom lip as Tara moved over her, watching each and every loving stroke given to her skin. She was being explored and she loved it, she loved how Tara delicately made circles with her finger around her belly button, how she would search and look for something that she had never seen before. Her touches never were to light or to harsh, always the right pressure to cause body shivers or or.... Willow's eye's darted down at the new sensations, Tara had begun an assault with her mouth, and she was kissing and licking her way down. Her tongue was trailing down the center of Willow's stomach, 'ooh.' Her more larger words escaping her brain.
Willow's hands found themselves entangled in the golden locks that were blanketing her stomach. Playing with each strand, well ok not each strand but close enough, she was almost to the point of no return, Tara was making her final assault before reaching her sex. "Tara did you hear that?" Willow shot up and was looking around the room.
A bewilder look was painted on Tara's face. "n no. what was it?"
"I don't know, it sounded like foot steps."
"Honey the door is locked, and I don't think anyone could have gotten in without a key or breaking something."
"I heard it." Willow looked back at Tara. "I'm gonna go and check it out." Getting off the bed Willow grabbed her t-shirt and pulled it back on.
Tara nodded and followed suit, getting out of the bed she waited for Willow to lead the way.
February 2nd,
Wow today was very eventful, the morning was the best part, I loved every moment of it, I can't believe that Willow and I uh uh talked for so long. We were actually getting somewhere when Willow heard something. At first I didn't hear anything, I guess my mind was really focused on what I was doing, any ways Willow and I walked out of the room and it was the worst site we have ever seen, As we were coming down the stairs we saw it, everything in the lower half of the house was turned upside down. Papers were all over the front room, most of our things were gone through, it was like someone was looking for something specifically, like they knew what they wanted. Willow immediately called the local police department and asked for a squad car to be sent over. We waited almost four hours for an officer to come by, Willow freaked out a lot while we were waiting, I did too. Finally about two in the afternoon, officer Todd Winchester showed up to check everything out, it was the worst day that we have had in the past month. He asked us so many questions most we didn't have answers for. Things like, "did you see anything suspicious? Did you hear anything? where were you when you heard or found the intrusion? does anyone you know have an extra key?" He asked those questions differently about eighteen times a piece, wow this was worse then when the watchers council came to interrogate Buffy. After about three hours of questions and the officer taking pictures and prints he told us that if we saw or heard anything again to call right away. Willow was a little more than steamed that he was so nonchalant about everything, but most people are once they have been invaded and had their privacy taken away.
The rest of the day was pretty lax, we had to do a lot of cleaning, and well it took quiet awhile. I made dinner, fettucine Alfredo. Willow and I ate in the front room and watched a little bit of TV, it was nice, not the normal setting that we always had, food being eaten at the table, but it was a nice change. After dinner we had a nice quiet moment to our selves, Willow was resting her head on my lap and reading to me from her book, I cant say that it was something that I would always read, but it did have a nice plot, I'm sorry that I didn't get to read the beginning. But Willow tells me that it is pretty self explanatory and I didn't miss much. From what I can gather Lindsay is one heck of a detective, Claire is really funny, she kind of reminds me of Anya, just an older version with children, and well Jill, I'm not sure what to make of her. Its a nice novel, I saw the other two books in the serious and they seem to have good plot lines, from what the inside scoop says. I still cant get one thing out of my mind, and it is the oddest thing, one of the oddest today even more so than the break in, While Will and I were cleaning up the dining room, we found something strange. A single red rose in a crystal vase. Strange. Willow wants to call the police in the morning, get an opinion on what our next step should be, I bet they are going to tell us to wait and see, see if anything else shows up, or disappears.
Well journal Willow is antsy for bed, and I think today was the start of us!
Tara.
February 3rd.
The Rosenberg/MaClay house was relatively quiet this afternoon, the smell of something cooking, something sweet, was in the air. Tara was bustling around in the kitchen making lunch, Willow was in the back downstairs office searching some information on the net.
"Will do you want a salad too?" Tara called from the kitchen.
"ooo sounds yummy!" Willow called back.
Hearing her response Tara continued to work following the recipe, this was her first time making stir fry and well it had seemed simple in the book. She pulled out some ingredients from the fridge and set them on the counter. From a cupboard she took a blue willow china bowl and poured some rice wine into the shallow vessel, then a little bit of milk, and she added a tea spoon of sugar.
Stirring the contents slowly she lifted the spoon to her lips and took a taste.
"Just call me chef Tara Yang!" she chuckled thinking about the 'Yang can cook' program on TV. She continued her bustle, grabbing a ready made bag of salad and putting two healthy size servings in a couple of bowls. Her nose sniffed at a scent that just didn't seem right for the kitchen.. 'what is that?' she looked around and kept on smelling searching and following her nose. 'that doesn't smell to wonderful, and it doesn't smell like a sacrificial candle, those things are bad, but this is even worse than that. ick.' she thought in her head as she searched. Turning the corner into the adjacent family room from the kitchen she locked on to the room, but still no sign of the smell.
'I hope Willow isn't fermenting yak cheese again, that stuff wasn't to nice on the libido.' Taking a step closer to the couch, she found it, "MISS KITTY." she practically hurtled the furniture looking for the cat. 'its one thing to miss, but its another to use a whole other area.' She wasn't super angry with the cat, but she and Willow learned the first time, train them young, otherwise you get pink fuzzy sweaters with brown additives. "Miss Kitty." she called again, looking around the area that she would normally finding her hiding. 'hmm, I have an idea.' Tara called off the search and went into the pantry of the kitchen and pulled out something she knew would get the little furball running to her her.
She shook the bag generously and waited a moment. 'still no kitten, where in Gaia's sake is she?' shaking the bag once again she waited another moment. 'ought oh.' the blonde bit the inside of her lip in worry. 'Will is going to go coo coo for coco puffs if we cant find her.' she would to, but she was too much in a frazzle wondering where that kitten was hiding to worry yet for herself. 'Oh I hope she didn't get out when we had the break in.' Tara's mind started to travel in all the bad places for the kitten's safety. 'Ok Tare, its ok, breath, in out in out.' She took a big breath and put her thoughts into kitten mode.
'If I were a kitty, where would I go? well I'm not in the kitchen, or the family room, could I be in the bathroom? no I don't like it in there Willow likes to get water on the floor and I don't like it, it makes my paws feel funny. Ok maybe I would go in the bedroom, they do have fun dangle-y objects in there, oh those big things that you can attack, and they have those hooks on them.' Tara shook her head. 'a cat has no clue what a bra's hooks are called, silly me, ok umm well huh she does like under the beds.'
Knowing that she only had a short time for her search to continue before she had to finish up the food she took off looking around the house. Searching each and every room in the entire upstairs, she realized that she hadn't checked one of the best hiding places. 'Under Willow's desk!' Tarring off to go and look she came into the room in a small panic. 'ok ok slow down, Will doesn't know yet, and if you look spooked she will know something's up, play it cool, cool and calm, yep that is what you should do.' "Hey." giving a smile to the working redhead, the blond made her way over to the desk. "Hey Will, umm, could I uhh, look under your desk?"
Willow knitted her brows in question. "Tara, are you ok?"
"I'm great Will, I just really need to look under your desk."
Even more confusion crossed her mind. "umm I guess so."
Scooting her computer chair out of the way Tara gave a quick smile and ducked under looking around, moving a couple of books that had found their way to the back. "do you remember that book on the Kama sutra?"
The redheaded hacker was now starting to think Tara was in a kinky mood. "Baby, I don't think, working Willow, is one of the positions." she chuckled.
"no no, I know, I was going to tell you I found it."
Pulling out from under the desk, her breath a little labored from the quick search, she sat back on her haunches and breathed out a little. "Will, I have some bad news. And well I have been looking for the past fifteen minuets, and I uhh, uhh cant find Miss Kitty." she gave the redhead a look of sadness and hurt, knowing how much the kitten meant to her, and well after finding out about MKF the first, she knew that Will loved the little furball a lot.
Willow's eye's went wide, she was in shock, they had gotten Miss Kitty the second day after Christmas. She was the first thing that had been the start of Tara and herself rekindling their relationship. It was a symbolic thing to her, she knew that as Miss Kitty grew, so she and Tara would also. Her mind started to run through all the places she liked to hide and play. "She wasn't in the bedroom?" she questioned her mind running a check off sheet and her mouth bringing out her thoughts. "family room?" Continuing her thought Tara was nodding to all of her questions in response. "Did you check the front room, under the entertainment stand? she really likes it in there, she likes to get behind the movies and wait and pounce when you walk by, and its so cute but very nerve racking, when you are trying to look for an important A&E Biography and you find kitty claw in your finger and then she will run as if she is the victor of the situation and then once you get over that she comes back to pounce your foot and and." The feisty red head started a nervous babble, and the listening blond knew she and Will just needed to look together and decided that if she didn't stop her now, there is no telling when she would finish. Even though it was completely Willow and adorable, she had to get her mind back on track.
"Sweetie." she was hoping to get her attention on the first call, but that was never likely. "Will!" she tried again, but failed. "Willow." Her voice louder and a little more of a high pitch in it than
"huh?" Willow looked up into Tara's eyes. "I was doing it again, wasn't I?"
Tara giggled. "Yeah, but its cute. Ok operation Kitty thunder will commence in five seconds, I still have to finish lunch."
Willow smiled at the thought of Tara using the commando words, "Kitty thunder?" she kind of questioned.
Tara gave her a quirky smile. "Yeah, like Desert Storm."
Willow smiled and stood to her feet, helping Tara in the process.Both girls started the hunt, retracing Tara's foot steps from the beginning to the end.
Willow was in deep thought on the hunt, she had ran all the places in her mind, nothing was coming to her. Tara was on the back porch calling out the kitten's name when she heard a little scratch from behind her. "Miss Kitty?" turning back inside she closed the door to listen better. Her ears were honing in on the area, stepping into the laundry room she heard what she had thought and saw a conformation. The laundry basket that she had left on the washer the other day was tipped over and on the ground. "Miss Kitty?" she stooped down and lifted the white plastic bin. There she was she was a bit frightened and scrambling to get away, but Tara caught her before she made it out the door to go and find some place to relax in. Petting her softly and giving her I love you's and questions of how you got there she called for Willow. "Sweetie, I got her.. Miss Kitty is no longer MIA."
Running from the few rooms over that she was in searching she almost ran smack into an oncoming blond. "You did!?" her voice full of excitement. "Where was she?"
"See that's the funny thing. She was in the laundry room." Tara preceded to explain how she found her, and the way she found her.
"But how?" A confused look struck the red heads face.
"I think it has something to do with yesterday."
"But who would do that, and why?"
"They didn't want her getting in their way?" She concluded in thought, and also trying to sleuth it out.
Giving the kitten over to Willow, she smiled and went back to what she was supposed to be doing, having the kitten safe she was able to get back into her cooking. "Sweetie, foods done."
Just across the way the Banks were sending their new dog walker off, she had just received the job, a pretty little thing, about five foot two, long brown hair with a bit of curl at the end, she was as sweet as pie, at least that is how Mr. Banks described her to his wife.
"Yes Nancy, I do believe she is great, I don't think we should worry about Rufus, he is in wonderful hands."
Mr and Mrs Banks were in their late 60's. Both retired from the IRS they had many long summer vacations. Other times of the year they would run off on mini vacations for a couple of weeks, this happened to be one of those times.
"All right Rodney, I just don't want anything to happen to our Rufus while we are off in Jamaica, or Italy, or wherever we are going this Valentines. I would just feel horrible if we came back to find him malnutrition or or, worse."
"No No Nancy, this girl is amazing with him, she likes him and he likes her, she seemed fond of him as soon as she came in the door. Oh dear I almost forgot, On your way back from Jared's office, can you pick up some peppermint candies?"
Nancy smiled at the question, her husband was a sucker for peppermint, especially the after dinner mints.
The day passed on into early evening at a normal speed, nothing out of the ordinary was going on, well ok maybe one place, but it wasn't so out of the ordinary, maybe it was for a certain pair, but they were defiantly not making any complaints.
"mmm Tara I love your hands, can you please never stop doing that."
Tara smiled and continued what was requested of her, her hands kneading into the small of Willow's back, her hands applying gentle pressure, removing each and every knot that she found. Her hands slowly guiding up the oiled back, tantalizing each and every nerve, along with adding some muscle relief was a definite bonus in her book, each and every day was becoming a stepping stone for the two to grow on. All starting with a good morning kiss.
"Does that feel ok sweetie?"
Checking in while she changed her pressure, her thumbs working under the red heads shoulder blades, finding a knot that seemed to have been there for ages, maybe even longer. It moved under her pressure and slid back into its hiding place.
"Will, It moved sweetie, I don't think I can do much more."
Willow was as limp as an over cooked string bean, her body was powerless under the full body massage that she had been given. "It was perfect baby, more than perfect." Tara stood up from her former position of straddling the now limp Willow. Her mouth was stuck in perm-a-smile mode and she was having a hard time controlling herself under the nakedness of the Greek goddess that was before her, her round firm ass, how it had little dimples, the way her back curved just right and made a little dip, a dip that she loved to kiss and tease with her tongue. In her little Willow-worship she had never seen the red head move, even in her mind she still saw her laying on the floor, her back moving up and down with her breath.
"Baby?" Willow was standing in front of her, only a t-shirt hanging between them. "you ok honey?" the curious vixen asked, she had seen this look in her eye's before, it was the look of her day dreaming, and as cute as it may be, she didn't want to stare and scare poor Tara. With a couple of blinks her mind realized that her Willow Tree was standing before her.
"oh sorry, I was, well I don't know where I was." she smiled innocently.
"huh, you don't know where you were? coz ya had that dreamy look in your eyes." The sorceress pried.
A goofy smirk came across Tara's face. "Well ok I know where I was."
"oh?"
"mmhmm, it was beautiful."
"it was?"
"oh yes."
"where was it?"
"The land of you."
"is that so?" Willow smiled with a goofy grin. Stepping closer to Tara she let the shirt fall and she straddled her legs, she was starting to feel frisky. Then again frisky didn't cover it, nope she was feeling more than frisky, more vixen-y. Tara's arms immediately went frozen, she hadn't had Willow come at her this way in so long, she was slightly in shock. Watching with enthusiasm, she saw her every movement, how she looked lovingly at her lips, her nose, her neck, her ears, she felt as if she were being seen for the first time.
How her thumb grazed across her cheek bone, how it would slowly move over every feature. Slowly Willow leaned down and kissed lovingly every place she had caressed. Starting with her neck, she licked softly, adding a few nips. Her hands tangling in the long blond tresses, her lips trailing up to the soft skin of Tara's ear, licking the outer rim she settled on her ear lobe, nibbling and sucking on the sensitive flesh. her body started to react and she made whispered moans. 'oh god that is it, I cant hold anything in.' The thought flooded through Tara's mind. Adding to the soft sounds that Willow had made, she added her own harmony.
Her breath increasing, and with her exhales she would make a small whimper. It took every ounce in Willow's body to pull away from that beautiful ear, but she made it, her lips softly kissed her cheeks, and a single one to her nose, finally resting on the plump cherry flavored lips. Her heart raced as her kisses massaged the other woman's lips.
Her tongue begging for entrance.
Tara happily complied. Allowing a larger area to explore, the pink ambitious muscle sneaked in and went to work, searching far and wide for every taste that was in there, looking for the want, the crave and need. Scootching forward, Tara guided Willow's legs to wrap around her waist.
Kneeling down onto the carpet she laid the beautiful muse on the plush carpet and smiled down at her, she was loving this time with her fair maiden. "ignusite" The fire place filled with orange dancing flames, burning hot with their love, Tara pressed her lips to Willow's once again continuing the tango.
Across the street a single light on the front porch lit the Bank's home, they were departing for their ten PM flight, the last one this week to even get remotely close to Paris. "Good night Beth, please keep our Rufus safe." Mrs. Banks called from the car.
"I will Mrs. B, don't worry he and I are gonna watch movies and eat ice cream and dog biscuits, we will be wonderful!" Beth teased, her mind gathering on her real thoughts. 'only have this damn job for one thing, I hope this mutt wont care that he is going to be chained to a tree, only wanted this for a little binocular time.' She grinned and waved as the silver Mercedes's pulled out and drove in the direction of the airport. Slinking back into the house, the woman decided to start setting up base camp.
Back inside the Rosenberg/MaClay home Tara sat up writing in her journal once more, her hand moving at a rather fast pace. A thin blanket lightly draped over her legs, Willow asleep on her back, her tummy moving up and down in a rhythmic motion, her hand lazily resting on it, soft cooing coming from her lips.
Dear Willow,
Tonight I sit up and watch you sleep, today was eventful, but I wouldn't give up one moment of it, I wouldn't because I spent it with you, I loved how we woke up this morning, entangled in each other's arms, how your eyes fluttered open and the sweetest words were uttered from your lips. 'morning baby.' They made my heart smile. I loved how you complimented my cooking, even though it tasted a little funny because I wasn't able to watch it because of our kitty fiasco, I'm so happy we found her, even if she was under the laundry bin.
My mind cant stop thinking about you. How much I love you, how many ways I want to show you, I want you to know that tonight was amazing, but it is always amazing when I am with you, how your eye's gleam and sparkle when I look into them, how I can see that you love me with each and every glance you steal, yes I see you watching me from the corner of your eye, its so cute how you try and look away and keep that moment to yourself, how you think I don't know, but I do. I just never say anything because I love how it makes me feel, to know you still want me, and crave me, I can feel it each and every time you kiss me, how your body presses into mine, how you touch my arm, or even when you lightly peck my cheek. I know that some day soon we will make love again, and when we do it will move mountains, it will be tender. i know this because I know you. I know what you like, what you want, how you want it, and I know that it will be magical.
I wonder how you will wake up tomorrow, If it will be by my lips, my gentle touch, or maybe you will be waking me up. I think if I'm up first I am going to make you my special funny shaped pancakes, with orange juice and maybe some fruit, I'm not sure yet. But I know you will love it. Willow you are mean the world to me, you are my everything, my always, my forever, I don't ever want to be with another soul again, you are my soul mate, you make me whole. I dream of our future, I dream of waking up next to you for the rest of my life, I dream that one day we may have children, I think you will make a wonderful mom, and their is no one else I would ever want to share that with, I know you will never read this because it is my Journal.
But I just love seeing the words on the paper, it's as if I am telling them to you now, some day I will actually tell you, but for now, I am content putting it here, writing it and watching you sleep, you make the cutest noises too! I love how your mouth is open just a little and I can hear your breath, I pray that this never ends, I cherish this time.
I love you always and forever,
your Tara.