I’m so happy about all the future togetherness planning and OMG.. Willow asks to continue the date by fog-gazing on the roof?? I dig this brave Willow. Does she even realize Tara’s spark of creativity is, once again, because of her? It would be pretty awesome to know you are the inspiration for the person you love creating beautiful pieces of art. Okay, thoughts in my head may not be translating very well but you get it.. I hope.
Anyhoo.. I was in much need of some happy W/T goodness and abracadabra.. you post this wonderful, heart melting, completely awesome update. Thanks.. so very, very much.

My pride at having been observant enough to notice it is currently out weighing my usual annoyance at people who point out things like this. It's pretty much the best time slip ever though.
Tara dropped her eyes. "You um, you don't like Morgan." The words were out of her mouth before she knew she said them, and hearing them out loud made her brow crinkle in confusion. She glanced up and evaluated the guilty look on Willow's face, and a perverse sense of pride washed over the blonde. Willow didn't despise Morgan; Willow was jealous. The blonde blinked owlishly as the concept sunk in, and she thought with detached amusement how dizzy she suddenly felt.
There was a long pause. Tara looked up and decided to try brave. "What does the song remind you of, the one from the CD? 'Switching Off'...?"
"Oh, uh." Willow paused. She looked up and saw the open look on Tara's face. The night after the park. She felt the truth push at her lips. "This, really, really great night." A light blush stole across her face.
"Must have been some night," Tara said with a half smile. When she caught the question in Willow's eyes, she softly teased, "You're blushing."
"Oh," Willow replied, her fingers absently touching her face as her head dipped and the blush intensified.
Tara immediately frowned as Willow's eyes remained averted. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean–"
"It was," Willow interjected simply as she looked up and met Tara's gaze. "It was the best night," she added.
Tara nodded, the honesty and tenderness in the redhead's tone striking her mute. Willow's words immediately replayed in the blonde's head and she swore she heard yearning. Is she yearning for me? Her heart skipped a beat. Tara looked down at the table and pushed her empty beer glass toward her water. "A-Are all the songs like that?" She asked, looking up and making eye contact. "On the CD, do all of them, mean, as much?"
I have it on my phone," the redhead teasingly offered, as she lightly fingered the device in her pocket.
"Tempting, but I'll wait." The blonde paused, her tone more serious as she continued. "I can be patient."
Willow's heart fluttered and her mouth went dry at the profoundly earnest look on Tara's face. The redhead opened her mouth to speak, and finding nothing forthcoming, simply settled on an earth-shattering smile.


and to have the patience to get thru at least these next few days without worrying about it. (I know a bit about relationships where a person odesn't have patience :-( so yay Tara.)



I'm not exactly sure how much reason she actually has, or should have, to doubt Willow's feelings. On the other hand I think Tara, like Willow, just can't help herself either, even if for her there's still a chance that it's all 'wishful thinking'.
Thanks so much for sharing!
Gradually they have stopped to assume the worst possible scenario in all situations and started to listen to each other and really hear what the other was saying.
Willow and Tara laying together, side by side, under a blanket to fog gaze? The fog all around them, thick, sheltering them from the real world... that's a very big temptation to resist
Take care.




"You know, Tara–"
"Can I ask you a question?" Tara asked, her eyes darting to her hands in her lap and then back up.
"Of course," Willow said, returning her napkin to her lap and taking a pull from her beer.
"In my studio," the blonde started, her voice open and earnest, "you said the painting was like 'Fillmore,' only... what?" It was a question that had been knocking around in her head since Willow said the words, and something about the way the redhead looked at her from across the table made Tara feel safe in asking for an answer.
"Oh, uh," Willow looked away as she refilled her water glass from the carafe on the table. "It's like 'Fillmore,' only, red," she said simply as she returned her gaze to the artist. The redhead nodded to the blonde's glass and Tara nodded in agreement; wordlessly Willow refilled the blonde's water.
. . .
"So, I was wondering if I could ask you a question now. It's about painting," the redhead said nervously.
"Of course," the blonde replied, her words unintentionally mimicking the redhead's early reply to her similar inquiry.
"What was the inspiration behind 'Neon Choir'?" Tara blushed lightly. "I mean, if it's okay to ask."
"Wednesday night," Tara said simply, taking a sip of water.
Emphasis added
"I can be patient."
She knows.
"We should go to the Beach Chalet next week."
It is, if you count my son; he wasn't even close to being born and a "week" goes by and he's walking and talking. Surreal.
Dinner, maybe a hug when you get home and then straight to bed. The thought of writhing in bed with a very naked Tara scorched her mind. Alone! Straight to bed, alone!


I absolutely loved this update! What an awesome date. I can't really say it's their first, because if they were being honest with each other they have had several...so this is one of many secret dates, but most definitely the openest (I know that's not a word, I made it up).
JustSkipIt wrote:2 things:
1. Yay! FB from pipsberg which usually immediately precedes an update...
2. Go Rangers!

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