TITLE: Laundry Lovin’ Part 1 (ok, I’m stumped for a title)
AUTHOR: Shadowcat
E-MAIL: oneiric22@yahoo.com
FEEDBACK: Yes, please. All kinds accepted.
DISTRIBUTION: Sure. Just let me know where.
SPOILERS: Season 4. Takes place somewhere between The I in Team and Where the Wild Things Are.
CONTENT: W/T
RATING: PG
DISCLAIMER: Willow and Tara belong to Joss, Fox, Mutant Enemy and whoever else. It’s just not me.
SUMMARY: Willow asks Tara on a date.
NOTE: I’m bored, therefore I write. I liked the idea of writing a W/T fic before they became an official couple, and were still kind of awkward around each other. Many thanks to Ruth for putting up with my bad fic.
"A movie?"
Tara folded the grey towel, and placed it on the table next to her other laundry. Both girls were wearing shorts and tshirts; Willow because it was a warm day, and Tara because she didn't have much else to wear. The rest of Tara's clothing lay on the table. She reached for a purple shirt and began folding it, watching Willow out of the corner of her eye. The red head was leaning over to pull out a hot pile of clothes from the drier. A smile tugged at the edges of Tara's lips. It was little moments like this that made her heart want to jump out of her chest. Willow reached in for the last sock, then dumped everything on the table next to Tara's neatly folded piles. The blonde giggled, and the other girl responded with a lopsided grin.
"It'll be fun. They're showing old 80's movies all week at the Plaza. Friday night they're showing Labyrinth, a true classic," explained Willow.
"Oooh, Labyrinth. Jennifer Connelly, David Bowie, and muppets. How can you go wrong?" Tara grinned.
"Exactly. Oh, except for those fire monsters that toss their heads. That part always freaked me out." Willow gave the other witch a nervous look, then went back to folding a pair of jeans.
She gave her friend a sympathetic look. "Yes, that was disturbing, especially when you're five. But Ludo was really cute." Tara finished folding, and sat on the edge of the table to watch Willow. Her feet dangled in the air, and she kicked them back and forth a bit for emphasis.
"It's one of my favorite movies. So, do you want to go? We could get some pizza, then go to the movie...maybe come back here and talk... Or not, if you don't want to." Willow looked at the taller girl pleadingly.
Tara looked into those green eyes and knew she would agree to anything as long as it meant being with the other girl.
“I’d love to."
Willow's eyes widened and she gave Tara a glorious smile. The blonde's heart leapt again, and she returned the look.
"So, is this like a... date?" Tara stuttered slightly. She immediately blushed, and looked down at her shoes. Blood roared in her ears. Why did I say that, she thought. Now she'll get scared...
White sneakers appeared in Tara's view followed by smooth, shapely legs. Blue eyes traveled slowly up the legs, but stopped to fix on the big smiley face on the shirt. Gentle fingers slid along Tara's cheeks, cupping her face. They brought her eyes up to look into caring green orbs. Willow was still there. She was there, and she was caressing Tara's face lightly with her fingertips.
"Do you...want it to be a date? A date date? An official date?" Willow asked quietly, not letting Tara look away.
The blonde nodded slowly, not trusting her voice. Willow smiled, and her face hovered closer. There were only a couple of inches of air between their lips, and Tara could feel the heat of her friend's breath.
"So do I," murmured the red head. Tara's heart skipped for the third time that evening. Willow's hips pressed against the tall girl's knees as she leaned closer. Slender fingers slid down Tara's neck, traced her collarbone, and then dropped down to lie flat on the table. Willow's knees were getting weak, and she needed something else to support her weight. Her other hand stayed cupping Tara's cheek, running her fingertips over the soft down.
Tara brought her hands up to rest on Willow's shoulders. Her fingers couldn't resist the call of the redhead's skin, reaching over to run lightly along the base of Willow's neck. Her breathing came shorter and faster, just being this close to the other woman. She was sure the shorter girl could feel the heat her skin was exuding, but she didn't seem to mind. They stayed like that, just touching each other for what seemed hours. Tara wondered how Willow made time stop every time she got near.
"Willow," Tara pleaded breathlessly.
The redhead licked her lips, and tasted Tara's breath on them. Spearmint, from the gum she had been chewing earlier. It felt cool, almost cool enough to stop her lips she felt were sure to burst into flames at any moment. Her nose brushed Tara's cheek, and Willow closed her eyes. So close... She could feel Tara's pulse under her fingers. Her skin was so warm.
Tara could feel the lips just above hers. She could taste Willow on her tongue, her hot breath pouring over the blonde's lips and into her mouth. Almost there... Tara wanted to feel those soft lips more than anything. She tilted her head up and closed the space between them.
"Professor Hickman is such a hag. Did I tell you what she said about my paper on symbolism in American film?"
The two witches separated like they had been burned. The voice was getting closer, and a moment later a short girl with black hair strode into the room, followed by a tall redhead. The witches were blushing furiously as they packed clothes into the basket. Just before Tara could clear the room, the short girl stopped her.
"Hey, you wouldn't happen to have an extra dryer sheet, would you? I just ran out." She held up her empty box. Tara dug into her basket for her sheets, shoved one in the girl's hand, and flew out of the room. Willow followed at her heals.
"Um, thanks..." The girl watched the witches run out, looking very confused.
"I'll tell you, Francine, there are some really weird people at this school." Francine nodded at her friend, and started separating her wash.
(End Part 1)
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Are those cookies made with real Girl Scouts?
[This message has been edited by Shadowcat (edited July 20, 2001).]