Non Journal Entry
Willow: *wipes the final dish dry and puts it away* No more glasses, right?
Tara: *looks around the spacious kitchen, then back at Willow* I think we got them all. *grins*
Willow: *stretches, working out the kinks in her shoulders* Y'know, cleaning up after supper is of the yuck, but there's something kinda soothing about it, too.
Tara: Unless you're the one washing the dishes, instead of just drying them. *winks, a teasing smile on her face*
Willow: *plants a light kiss on Tara's cheek* I'll wash next time, 'kay? Even if it's something really gross and gungy.
Tara: *grins as she feels the kiss on her cheek* I was just kidding sweetie, I really don't mind. *wrinkles her forehead and mock pouting* I think I ate way too much though.
Willow: Aww, you want me to rub your tummy later? *carefully wraps her arms around Tara's waist, resting her chin on Tara's shoulder*
Tara: *puts her arms over Willow's, nodding her head, lips still pursed out in a pout* Mmmhmmm. That definitely sounds good.
Willow: Stick that lower lip out any further and I'm gonna have to kiss it. It's a rule.
Tara: *grins playfully* Well, then, you asked for it. Because that just makes it more worthwhile. *sticks out her bottom lip further*
Willow: *nuzzles Tara's face and kisses her lower lip* There. No more pouty for a while?
Tara: Okay, no more pouty. Since you asked nicely, I'll comply. *grins*
Willow: Better. You're even prettier when you smile. *hugs Tara* So ... you mentioned earlier you'd talked to Xander today?
Tara: *hugs her back, she pulls back from the hug letting her arms still rest on Willow's shoulders* I did. *nods* In the gym, he was fixing another punching bag that had been busted.
Willow: Another one? Sheesh. They don't grow on trees.
Tara: *laughs* You sound like Xander now. He was upset as well, especially since no one told him about it this time.
Willow: What, we need another notice board for broken stuff?
Tara: He said he was going to post it up on there. *cocks her head to the side, looking at Willow, furrowing her brow slightly* He also brought up Anne.
Willow: *tenses the tiniest bit* Oh? I mean ... oh. I mean ... um ... yeah?
Tara: Sweetie, I know you're all protective gal when it comes to Xander. *looks at her seriously* And I understand it as well. *kisses Willow lightly on the forehead* It's very cute, but, he genuinely seems happy. A-and I think he honestly seems happier than he's been in the past few months.
Willow: *leans her head against Tara's* I hope so. 'Cause, what am I gonna do if she makes him unhappy? Just scowlin' at her doesn't seem to cut it, and I really don't wanna do the black-eyed mambo on her.
Tara: I don't think anyone wants that. *a lopsided grin crosses her face* We just have to let him do what makes him happy. After all he's been through, I think he deserves it. And I think deep down, you do too, but you don't want to admit it. *looks at her knowingly*
Willow: *looks down at her shoes for a moment, then into Tara's eyes* Yeah, he does deserve to be happy. I just can't--I just can't help feeling a little wonky about it.
Tara: *gives her an understanding look* I know. And I can understand that. He's your best friend and you worry about him getting hurt. But, I was that new person too at one time, and he accepted me.
Willow: Yeah ... Xander's the bestest.
Tara: Well, maybe I'm biased, but I think you're the bestest. *grins* Don't get me wrong, Xander's great, but like I said, I'm totally biased there.
Willow: *smiles* I love you, too, y'know.
Tara: *smiles back* I know you do, and I love you too sweetie.
Willow: Okay. So ... gonna be nice to Anne for Xander's sake. *notices Tara's look* Um, and for her own sake, 'cause she's a nice person. Who just happens to be a vampire version of my friend.
Tara: That's my girl. *winks, pulling Willow in for a tender hug* See, now that wasn't so hard was it?
Willow: *snuggles closer* No ... but saying stuff like that? It's not like saying a spell. You can't just go poof! hey, I like Anne bunches.
Tara: I know you can't, and no one's expecting you too either. Just give her a chance, give their relationship a chance. Not everyone gets as lucky as I have been, with my very own...what was it Xander called it? *grins* Fairy tale romance.
Willow: We're in a fairy tale? *smiles* I like that. That makes you the beautiful princess, right?
Tara: I think you'd be the beautiful princess. *smiles back* And trust me, I know, so you can't argue back on that one.
Willow: No, but ... I could start a tickle fight. Or a kissing fight. *grins* Wanna go upstairs and see who wins?
Tara: *pretends to think about it for a minute, then breaks out in a mischievious grin* That could be fun, and maybe I'll even let you win.
Willow: *rubs her nose against Tara's* I think with that kinda fight? We'd both win. *grins* C'mon, let's go.
Tara: *leans forward and kisses Willow* Looks like I'm already one up on you. *grins* And oh yes, I would have to agree that we would both win in a fight like that. *takes Willow's hand and heads towards the elevator*