Non-journal entry
Willow: *looks out the balcony again, breathing in slowly* Oh, I think we need this, honey.
Tara: *putting their toiletries in the bathroom* Me too sweetie. *smiles at her* N-not that I don't enjoy the warehouse, I just think we really needed to get away from there for a few days.
Willow: *nods, closing the balcony doors and crossing to sit on the bed* And I'm sure Gibb will be fine. The doctor said so. So leave the guilties outside, 'kay?
Tara: I'm trying Sweetie, I am. *looks down at the floor* I can't help but to blame myself. I should've pushed her harder to come with me. *stops, looks back up at Willow* Okay, I'm doing it again huh? *takes a deep breath, goes back to unpacking* I'm stopping. I promise.
Willow: Good. *grins* Otherwise I'll have to smack you soundly. *blows a rather noisy kiss across the room at her*
Tara: *grins back* Well, we can't have that. So, definitely leaving the guilties outside. *finishes the unpacking and goes to sit on the bed next to her*
Willow: *rests her head on Tara's shoulder, just breathing quietly for a few moments* I'm sorry, sweetie. I'm sorry it took something like Beltane for me to pay this kind of attention to you. To our relationship.
Tara: *leans her head over against Willow's* I-it's okay. Things haven't exactly been calm since I c-came back. And then there's the store. *takes Willow's hand into her own* So, I think we're both guilty here. No reason for you to apologize.
Willow: *smiles crookedly* What, you mean I'm not really responsible for everything that happens everywhere?
Tara: No, I think you're off the hook this time. *grins, absentmindedly caressing her hand*
Willow: *raises Tara's hand to her lips, kissing it gently* What can I tell ya ... my parents may not have been all THAT Jewish, but the guilt thing? I think it's genetic.
Tara: And I thought we were leaving guilties at the door? *teases, giving her hand a slight squeeze and laughing softly* If I'm not allowed to feel guilty, then you're not either.
Willow: *grins in return* Check. Guilties left at the door. *releases Tara's hand to slide her arms around Tara's waist* Hey--is that tub in there really big enough for two? And did you pack any nice smelly bath stuff?
Tara: That's what the brochure said. *leaning into the embrace* And of course I packed the smelly bath stuff. I brought the Lavender, Jasmine and *thinks for a second* I think, maybe Vanilla. So there's variety.
Willow: *rests her chin on Tara's shoulder* Y'know what? I think we oughta take a lot of long walks while we're here. And then cool off with a nice soaky bath. I'll scrub your back for ya.
Tara: *closing her eyes, smiling softly* I think that sounds wonderful. *looking around the room* You picked a great place. And I'm so glad we decided to do this. *turns around to face her, Willow's arms still around her waist, leaning their foreheads together* I've missed it.
Willow: Yeah. *wistfully* Sometimes, we get so caught up in needing to save the world, I think we forget what we need to save it for. And it's this. Moments like this with the one you love.
Tara: *smiles, looking at her adoringly* We'll just have to make it a point not to forget that. To not get so busy that we lose sight of what we have.
Willow: *touches the tip of her nose to Tara's* Yeah. 'Cause I don't ever wanna lose you again. So, deal. Wanna shake on it?
Tara: How about a kiss instead. A more intimate close to this deal. *winks, leaning forward and kissing her gently*
Willow: *returns the kiss, smiling against Tara's lips* Yeah. Much better than a handshake. *pulls away and grins* Did we work up a sweat carrying up the luggage? Or should we go get some lunch now?
Tara: Well, I guess that depends. *grins, a mischievous look on her face* Do we want lunch, or do we want to check out the bathtub?
Willow: *looks thoughtful, wrinkling her forehead in earnest concentration* Well ... I do want lunch, but I also want you. Should we flip a coin? *grins*
Tara: *grins back, wrapping her arms around Willow* Well, you already have me. In the sense of I don't plan on ever going anywhere. So, maybe lunch first? I mean, since you're hungry and all. Unless you'd rather....*looks at her questioningly*
Willow: *smiles and lightly kisses Tara* Tell ya what--we'll make a short lunch. Then we'll come up here and get clean ... maybe snuggle and take a nap afterwards?
Tara: *kisses her back, smiling happily* Sounds good to me Sweetie. Well, actually better than good, more like amazingly wonderful. *sliding her hands down, linking their fingers together, leaning in for another kiss*
Willow: *enjoys the kiss for several minutes before breaking it to rest her head on Tara's shoulder* Okay, if we don't get food now, I'm gonna drag you into that tub. So this is me standing up and walking out of the room. Am I up yet?
Tara: *laughs, sliding off the bed to stand on the floor and pulls Willow up with her* I agree. If we don't go get that lunch now, it could be hours, maybe even days before we eat. *grins, winking at her* So, we should probably go.
Willow: Right. This is us going. To eat lunch. And then to return. *squeezes Tara's hand and heads for the door*
Tara: *squeezes her hand back, letting Willow lead her to the door* Oh yes. And Sweetie? *stops, pulling Willow back, wrapping her arms around her waist* Thank you. For this weekend. For knowing we needed this. And, well, for just being you. *gives her a lopsided smile*
Willow: *smiles back* I love you, too.
Tara: *putting their toiletries in the bathroom* Me too sweetie. *smiles at her* N-not that I don't enjoy the warehouse, I just think we really needed to get away from there for a few days.
Willow: *nods, closing the balcony doors and crossing to sit on the bed* And I'm sure Gibb will be fine. The doctor said so. So leave the guilties outside, 'kay?
Tara: I'm trying Sweetie, I am. *looks down at the floor* I can't help but to blame myself. I should've pushed her harder to come with me. *stops, looks back up at Willow* Okay, I'm doing it again huh? *takes a deep breath, goes back to unpacking* I'm stopping. I promise.
Willow: Good. *grins* Otherwise I'll have to smack you soundly. *blows a rather noisy kiss across the room at her*
Tara: *grins back* Well, we can't have that. So, definitely leaving the guilties outside. *finishes the unpacking and goes to sit on the bed next to her*
Willow: *rests her head on Tara's shoulder, just breathing quietly for a few moments* I'm sorry, sweetie. I'm sorry it took something like Beltane for me to pay this kind of attention to you. To our relationship.
Tara: *leans her head over against Willow's* I-it's okay. Things haven't exactly been calm since I c-came back. And then there's the store. *takes Willow's hand into her own* So, I think we're both guilty here. No reason for you to apologize.
Willow: *smiles crookedly* What, you mean I'm not really responsible for everything that happens everywhere?
Tara: No, I think you're off the hook this time. *grins, absentmindedly caressing her hand*
Willow: *raises Tara's hand to her lips, kissing it gently* What can I tell ya ... my parents may not have been all THAT Jewish, but the guilt thing? I think it's genetic.
Tara: And I thought we were leaving guilties at the door? *teases, giving her hand a slight squeeze and laughing softly* If I'm not allowed to feel guilty, then you're not either.
Willow: *grins in return* Check. Guilties left at the door. *releases Tara's hand to slide her arms around Tara's waist* Hey--is that tub in there really big enough for two? And did you pack any nice smelly bath stuff?
Tara: That's what the brochure said. *leaning into the embrace* And of course I packed the smelly bath stuff. I brought the Lavender, Jasmine and *thinks for a second* I think, maybe Vanilla. So there's variety.
Willow: *rests her chin on Tara's shoulder* Y'know what? I think we oughta take a lot of long walks while we're here. And then cool off with a nice soaky bath. I'll scrub your back for ya.
Tara: *closing her eyes, smiling softly* I think that sounds wonderful. *looking around the room* You picked a great place. And I'm so glad we decided to do this. *turns around to face her, Willow's arms still around her waist, leaning their foreheads together* I've missed it.
Willow: Yeah. *wistfully* Sometimes, we get so caught up in needing to save the world, I think we forget what we need to save it for. And it's this. Moments like this with the one you love.
Tara: *smiles, looking at her adoringly* We'll just have to make it a point not to forget that. To not get so busy that we lose sight of what we have.
Willow: *touches the tip of her nose to Tara's* Yeah. 'Cause I don't ever wanna lose you again. So, deal. Wanna shake on it?
Tara: How about a kiss instead. A more intimate close to this deal. *winks, leaning forward and kissing her gently*
Willow: *returns the kiss, smiling against Tara's lips* Yeah. Much better than a handshake. *pulls away and grins* Did we work up a sweat carrying up the luggage? Or should we go get some lunch now?
Tara: Well, I guess that depends. *grins, a mischievous look on her face* Do we want lunch, or do we want to check out the bathtub?
Willow: *looks thoughtful, wrinkling her forehead in earnest concentration* Well ... I do want lunch, but I also want you. Should we flip a coin? *grins*
Tara: *grins back, wrapping her arms around Willow* Well, you already have me. In the sense of I don't plan on ever going anywhere. So, maybe lunch first? I mean, since you're hungry and all. Unless you'd rather....*looks at her questioningly*
Willow: *smiles and lightly kisses Tara* Tell ya what--we'll make a short lunch. Then we'll come up here and get clean ... maybe snuggle and take a nap afterwards?
Tara: *kisses her back, smiling happily* Sounds good to me Sweetie. Well, actually better than good, more like amazingly wonderful. *sliding her hands down, linking their fingers together, leaning in for another kiss*
Willow: *enjoys the kiss for several minutes before breaking it to rest her head on Tara's shoulder* Okay, if we don't get food now, I'm gonna drag you into that tub. So this is me standing up and walking out of the room. Am I up yet?
Tara: *laughs, sliding off the bed to stand on the floor and pulls Willow up with her* I agree. If we don't go get that lunch now, it could be hours, maybe even days before we eat. *grins, winking at her* So, we should probably go.
Willow: Right. This is us going. To eat lunch. And then to return. *squeezes Tara's hand and heads for the door*
Tara: *squeezes her hand back, letting Willow lead her to the door* Oh yes. And Sweetie? *stops, pulling Willow back, wrapping her arms around her waist* Thank you. For this weekend. For knowing we needed this. And, well, for just being you. *gives her a lopsided smile*
Willow: *smiles back* I love you, too.