Sorry for the double post. I posted those comments hours ago and wanted it to be obvious that this is an update.
Title – School Days
Part 22 - Spell
Author – JustSkipit - Debra
Spoilers – Geez! Even in Europe, the show has been off the air for a year. If you haven’t seen any given episode, you aren’t really trying. Nonetheless…
Rating – Part 22 - PG
Disclaimer – Guess what… I don’t own W&T, Buffy or the rest of the BtVS crew. Any similarity to actual persons living or dead is purely coincidental and fortunate.
Thoughts in italicsTara looked around as she leaned her bike against the tree and took her backpack off. She’d had a difficult time choosing a few magic tomes to bring today, knowing nothing about Willow’s level of magic proficiency nor her specific interest in a spell for today. It seemed from their very quick conversation that the redhead wanted to do a particular spell, not just random spells.
The blonde witch had barely been able to sleep the night before anticipating her afternoon with Willow. From the moment Willow had said that she was a witch and that she wanted to do magic with her, Tara had been nearly giddy with excitement. She had dreamed for years of finding someone to do magics with, someone who she felt a connection with, someone who complimented and completed her. Just as she was feeling that level of love for Willow, the girl had told her that she was also a witch? It was just too perfect… perfect except for the age difference but that would be resolved after the school year. Not that they would grow closer in age but the distinction would be less important.
Tara giggled as she remembered Faith ordering her home the night before. The two girls had been out looking for vampires:
”So then I said to him…,” Faith looked at her friend who had a spaced-out look on her face. “I can’t work that shift. I have to stake vampires through the heart.”
“Sure,” Tara answered, obviously not listening to a word her friend was saying.
“Plus which there’s this very cute chick I’ve been spending time with and my roommate is in love with her best friend…” Faith continued to see when Tara would notice what she was saying.
“Right,” Tara answered continuing to pay no attention to the dark-haired girl.
Faith sighed in exasperation as a vampire came around a headstone. “Hey ugly,” she called and the demon charged at her. “Can we talk?” she smart-mouthed as she began trading punches with her opponent.
“Like appetizer conversation?” the vampire snarled, “sounds good to me.” He landed a punch to her ribs but the girl barely seemed to notice.
“My friend over there,” Faith said between punches as she hooked her thumb in Tara’s direction, “she’s so crazy about this student at the high school that I swear she hasn’t listened to word I’ve said tonight.”
“Have so,” Tara argued as she watched the fight. She’d taken a seat on a nearby headstone as she watched her best friend enjoy the fight.
The vampire took a few more punches to the side and face before beginning to lunge toward Faith. As he missed and ended up on his stomach on the ground he growled angrily. He stood up and cocked his head at the dark-haired girl. “You must be the new one,” he muttered just as Faith’s stake neatly entered his heart.
“The new what?” Faith asked the disintegrating vampire, watching his lips part as they turned to dust.
“The new what?” Tara repeated as she walked over to Faith.
Faith shrugged as she tucked her stake back in her waistband. “I don’t know.” She turned toward Tara: “I’m shocked you heard that part. You haven’t heard another damn thing I’ve said in the last 15 minutes.”
“Your boss w-wanted you to pick up some more shifts,” Tara argued.
“And I told him…?”
“Um… that you needed to study?” Tara guessed. She looked around and asked, “Why are we going back home?”
“We aren’t going back home,” Faith answered as they neared the apartment, “you are.”
“Why am I going home?” Tara argued.
“Because you’re thinking so hard about your redheaded student that you aren’t paying any attention out here and you’re going to get hurt,” Faith explained as she playfully gave the witch a kick on her backside.
Tara laughed as she crossed the street. “I’ll go in but not because you’re right,” she agreed, “because I need to do some lesson plans.”
“See you in a few hours,” Faith called.
Tara was just as happy to go home. As much as she loved spending time with her best friend and fighting the forces of darkness, she really did have lesson planning to do. Additionally she wanted to look through her spell books, even though she had no idea what Willow wanted to do.
She had only been waiting by the tree for about five minutes when Willow approached looking slightly out of breath. “Hey, sorry I’m late,” Willow panted, “whole teacher/student conversation thing delayed me slightly.”
“Everything ok?” Tara asked slightly concerned. She hoped that Willow wasn’t having any trouble in her classes.
“Oh yeah,” Willow agreed eagerly, “some confusion on a project due date but it’s all straightened out now.”
“Good,” Tara smiled as she stood her bike up and began to roll it alongside the two girls toward Willow’s jeep which once again stood in the nearly deserted student lot. As they walked, the two girls visited about their day and continued getting to know each other. After loading her bike in the back of the vehicle, Tara asked, “So how l-long have you been practicing?”
“Oh not long,” Willow answered, “since I was 16.”
“Ok,” Tara nodded quickly doing the math to see that Willow had probably been practicing about two years.
“You?” Willow inquired.
“Always,” Tara explained, “my mother and grandmother taught me.”
“They must be great,” Willow gushed wondering what kind of woman had brought this beautiful girl into the world. “I’d love to meet your mother some day.”
“Oh,” Tara said, “she d-d-died four years ago.” Tears pooled in her eyes as she thought about her mother and the painful disease which had stolen her vitality and then her life.
Willow quickly did the math to realize that Tara would have to have lost her mother when she was 14 years old. Without planning it in advance she reached out to take Tara’s hand and brush her thumb over the back as she held it over the gear shift. “That’s very young to lose your mother,” she said sympathetically.
“It’s always too young,” Tara whispered.
“I guess so,” Willow agreed. She looked up as she pulled into the driveway of her parents’ house once again. This time she knew that there was no way her parents would be interrupting as they were on their trip. She opened the door to let both girls in and turned quickly to lock the door. As she turned back, she moved a little too quickly, coming face-to-face with Tara. Both girls stood stock still taking in the other’s face, flushed skin, and pounding pulse.
Tara could nearly feel Willow’s breath on her lips and knew that she should pull away. She should take a step back and remove both of them from danger. But she felt so drawn to the woman in front of her. Her hand seemed to rise of its own accord to stroke Willow’s curls. “Your hair is adorable,” she whispered. Feeling bold she added, “Just like every bit of you.”
Willow bit her lip as she heard Tara’s words. Every time she thought that they could just pretend to ignore the tension between them, the blonde seemed to emphasize it. “Nothing could be as beautiful as your eyes,” she whispered back.
Tara stood another few seconds drinking in the sight and smell of the girl she loved before breaking eye contact and turning toward the kitchen. “C-c-can I get a bottle of water before we start?” she asked.
Willow shook her head as if to clear it of the thoughts running through it: thoughts which involved various scenarios of her kissing Tara senseless before laying her down on her parents’ sofa for even more intimate scenes. “… Um… right…,” she finally sputtered, “I need to feed the cat anyway.” She moved into the kitchen for the drinks and fed the cat before joining Tara in the living room.
“Your parents aren’t home again?” Tara asked as she looked around the spotless living room.
“I think they’re in Europe but it could be Asia,” Willow explained as she handed the blonde her water. “Why don’t’ we go upstairs,” she suggested. As she did she reached out instinctively to take Tara’s hand and lead her but realized what she was doing and drew it quickly back, attempting to make the motion look like she was just reaching for the banister.
Once they got into Willow’s room both girls took seats on the floor and began pulling their materials from their backpacks. Tara noted that it looked like Willow has spent no time in her room since their last visit, either that or she really cleaned her room thoroughly every day. “W-what kind of spell did you want to do or did you just want to practice generally?” Tara asked, amazed that she had been able to get all that out with just one stutter in spite of her combined excitement and discomfort at being in Willow’s bedroom.
Willow looked up with a brilliant smile on her face. She’d been waiting for years to find someone to practice with. Giles had never been that into magics and she had never found a partner while at college. So to find this woman with whom she felt such an incredible connection and who wanted to do magics together was absolutely amazing. She took a few seconds to continue smiling at the blonde before indicating the map she had carefully smoothed onto the floor. “This time I need your help with a specific spell but I’d love to do more spells with you any time,” she answered somewhat breathlessly.
“Are we finding something?” Tara asked as she looked at the map and glanced at the spell book Willow had pulled from her pack as well as the Ziploc bags of herbs. She had obviously done some preparation for the spell.
“Yes,” Willow started as she pulled an additional map from her bag and set it next to the first one. The larger map was of the United States and the smaller was a map of the World. “You know Buffy, right?”
Tara nodded, wondering what this spell had to do with Buffy.
“Well she has a cousin who used to live here,” Willow explained. She wasn’t entirely sure why she hesitated to tell Tara that Buffy was the slayer. Given that the girl was a witch, she probably knew about slayers but Willow just couldn’t bring herself to do it. What if Tara didn’t believe her and thought she was crazy? She just couldn’t take the chance of rejection. She watched Tara’s face for any sign that the blonde could detect her lie and continued: “A few years ago she disappeared and we don’t know where she is.”
“That must be really hard,” Tara whispered as she reached out to touch Willow’s hand. She could tell that the girl was disturbed and guessed that she had also been friends with Buffy’s missing cousin.
Observing that Tara appeared to have believed her lie, Willow handed Tara a sheet of paper. It displayed the spell that she had copied and altered. “This is a demon locator spell,” she explained, “I changed it to look for someone who is similar to Buffy.”
Tara looked at the spell for a few moments as she thought about what Willow was telling her. Strangely, it didn’t appear that she had completely altered the spell to remove the demon finding aspects. She appeared to be looking for a human with demon qualities. The blonde witch wondered if Willow knew the implications of the accent marks she had left in the spell. As she reviewed the spell she concluded that the mistake wouldn’t hurt their chances of finding the missing girl. “This is to e-exclude Dawn?” she asked as she pointed out a strange line in the spell.
“Oh yeah,” Willow answered excited to see that Tara was obviously reviewing the spell and approving. She had worried that Tara would note the demon aspects in the spell and question her about it. They were minor but then Buffy and the missing slayer were mystical beings, perhaps part demon so she was hoping to narrow the search.
“Are we using hair?” Tara asked, wondering how Buffy’s essence would be woven into the spell. She also wondered what Buffy’s apparent mystical signature would do to the spell.
“Yeah,” Willow nodded. Suddenly she grinned: “Kind of gross huh?”
“Kind of but it should work,” Tara agreed. She took a few more minutes to consider the written spell, familiarizing herself with the structure and cadence of the incantation. It appeared that Willow planned for them to split the ingredients and incantation to cast the spell. She looked up and nodded that she was ready.
Willow handed half of the grains to Tara and poured the other half in her own hand. As she did so, she allowed her hand to softly caress the blonde’s palm.
I just don’t want to drop any of the ingredients, she told herself. She noted the way Tara’s body shuddered slightly at the contact.
Seeing that Tara had her ingredients securely in hand, Willow lit the candles and cast the circle. On Willow’s cue, both girls began their incantations simultaneously. As they neared the end of the incantation, both scattered their grains over the two maps and then joined their hands together to focus their intention on the spell.
If Willow’s spell worked, the grains would rise and swirl over the maps before focusing on one area. Most of the ingredients would burn up from the intensity of the spell but the remainder would drop onto the map at the location of the second slayer.
Tara felt the intensity of the connection between herself and the younger witch immediately upon joining their hands. If she had thought that their touch was overwhelming before, it was nothing compared to this feeling. She could feel her energy running through her body as well as Willow’s as the two girls joined essences. In front of her eyes, the grains swirled and glowed. Sparks popped from within the cloud.
Willow attempted to contain her breathing as she felt the amazing power of the spell flowing through herself and Tara. Her every nerve ending felt as if were on fire with excitement and passion. She knew that they were directing the grains as they swirled and dipped in front of them. Overwhelmed by the experience, she found herself closing her eyes and could feel through the connection that Tara had done the same.
Both girls’ breathing grew more labored as they attempted to complete the spell. They could feel that something was resisting. Most of the ingredients were burning up as they should but the remainder were not falling onto either map. It was as if there were a barrier between the ingredients and the map. The witches redoubled their efforts to guide the spell.
As they did so, they could feel their passions racing. An observer would have noted their heaving breasts, sweat on their brows, and other signs of excitement. Their hands literally shook with power and connection and sparks raced up and down their arms, arms on which the light hairs stood on end.
Willow sighed quietly and hoped that Tara hadn’t heard the noise as she completely surrendered to the connection she shared with Tara. She had never felt anything close to their unity. She could feel Tara’s heartbeat through her hands and knew that they were in perfect synchronization. Without conscious thought she leaned slowly forward until she felt the blonde’s lips meet her own.
As soon as the kiss began Tara pulled her hands from Willow’s, moving them to the back of the redhead’s neck. She grasped at the girl’s skin as if attempting to hold her closer and felt Willow’s hands stroking the skin of her own cheeks. When Willow’s tongue traced the contours of her lips, the blonde immediately opened her mouth to allow access and moaned at the sensation of Willow’s tongue touching hers.
The spell forgotten, Willow whimpered in forbidden pleasure at the perfection of Tara’s lips on her own. The blonde’s mouth was just as perfect as she had imagined and when Tara moved both tongues back into Willow’s own mouth the redhead wondered if she would pass out.
Suddenly Willow lurched forward, having to put out her hands to avoid falling over. She gasped in surprise and looked up to see Tara standing up, her hand held over her mouth and a look of horror on her face. Before Willow could speak she heard Tara run from the room and down the stairs, followed by the sound of the front door slamming.
Oh God! was all she could think before looking to the maps, finding two neat squares of ingredients lining the edges of the maps without a single grain on either sheet of paper.