Er, I got one. This be my first fic-y thing here, and I'm only a blessed wannabe, by all means be mean... I call it 'Rainy Sunday Afternoon' cos 'originality' is not my middle name... Regular disclaimers apply etc. And for the record, I love cheesy Scandinavian pop. There was no mention of time was there? Cos it's kinda late season 4. I think. And I know there's not much rain, but bein British you get kinda immune and stop noticin... and y'all should come to Leicester, it's still sunny here. Kinda.
Willow went to the window for the hundredth time in 10 minutes and looked out.
"It's still raining."
"Sweetie you only checked 2 seconds ago."
"I know, but it's getting boring now."
"Well we could do a spell."
This caused Willow to brighten up immediately. "Okay!"
Tara grinned. "Cool. I'll get some ingredients."
"Oh," escaped from Willow before she could stop it.
Tara turned back from the cupboard she had been rummaging in. "You thought I meant a 'spell' spell. We could do that."
"No, you want to do a spell. We'll do that."
"I don't mind doing one of your spells. Really," she added.
"Plenty of time for that later," Willow said, prompting a 'you vixen' look from Tara.
She flopped onto the bed whilst Tara continued rummaging. But she was restless and the allure of the bed soon faded. She went over to Tara's CD player and pressed play.
The sound that came out was regarded with a mixture of horror and amazement.
Tara spun round from the cupboard, shawl a-billowing. Willow looked at her, smiling.
Tara gulped.
Willow smiled.
"What's this?"
"N-n-nothing."
Obviously Willow was not convinced. Tara made a move to switch it off, but Willow stopped her, pulling her into a hug from the behind.
"What is it?" she murmured into Tara's shoulder.
"It's Scandinavian. It's Scandinavian cheesy pop. I am a fan of Scandinavian cheesy pop."
Willow giggled. "I just outed you as a Scandinavian cheesy pop fan."
"Scary. You know what would be even scarier? If I told you I could sing along to it."
"Really?"
"Well, only phonetically. But it still sounds pretty impressive... unless you were Swedish, of course," she frowned. "In which case I apologise for saying rude things about Gyllene Tider's grandmother."
Willow laughed and Tara turned to face her. Whereupon she laughed again when she saw what Tara was holding in her hands.
"What is that?" she shrieked with mirth.
Tara frowned at the candle she was holding. "A candle?" she offered.
"It looks like a -"
"Courgette. It looks like a courgette, I know. It looked different in the shop..."
"That wasn't what I was going to say." Willow peered at it from different angles. "You're right, of course, but that wasn't what I was going to say."
"What were you going to say?" Tara looked at it again. "Oh my goodness..."
"Overall, that's a very funny looking candle."
Tara nodded in agreement, but lit it anyway.
Willow was back at the window again, cursing the still falling rain. She watched her girlfriend light the unfortunate candle.
"I'm not sure I like you lighting candles whilst wearing shawls. There should be a law against that. Is there a law against that? It should say on the label, next to the washing instructions, 'not to be worn around lit candles, especially courgette shaped ones'."
"I'm always careful," Tara said confidently, but eyed the shawl warily as it draped over the floor.
"I know... but I don't think that would be very funny," Willow said worriedly.
Tara snickered. "I suppose it would depend how you told it."
Willow was not amused. She put her hands on her hips and pouted.
Tara looked up from off the floor. "You're looking very nice today," she said, as though it were merely an observation, but meaning it a bit more than that.
Willow looked down at her purple tie-dyed top and orange tie-dyed skirt, both with matching flower trimmings.
"You think? Buffy nearly had a fit when she saw me leave."
"Mm, I like it. Buffy's just in a bad mood cos the rain makes her hair go frizzy."
"Yeah, but imagine what she'd be like if they'd never invented waterproof mascara…"
They both cringed at the thought.
Tara attempted to bring the conversation back on topic. "What I meant was… I think you're looking very nice today."
Willow grinned. "Are you looking to skip the spells and move straight on to the 'spells'?"
"Um, yeah."
"Cool."
"Cool?"
"Cool."
