Okay kittens, it's long (as promised), there's sweetness, there's a bit of angst and the ending could be deemed by some, as being rather evil
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Willow quietly approached Tara and Lydia so as not to disturb the scene. Sensing the approaching footsteps Tara instinctively tightened her hold on the little girl before raising her gaze to study the approaching figure. Realising that the new arrival was Willow and therefore posed no threat, Tara relaxed her arms and smiled up at the older redhead.
“Hey.” Willow whispered, kneeling down beside Tara.
“Lydie kind of uhm, f-fell asleep.” The blonde explained needlessly.
“So I see.” Willow smiled and lovingly stroked auburn curls away from her little girls face. “You wanna put her to bed?”
Tara carefully stood up, adjusting her hold on Lydie to make for easier carrying. She crept slowly across the landing and into the softly lit room. Walking around Tara, Willow made her way to Lydia’s bed and pulled back the pastel coloured fairy quilt. Lydia gave a soft grumble as she was lowered to her bed; she rolled on to her side and curled into a tight little ball, her head resting right at the bottom of her pillow.
“Sweet dreams princess Lydia.” Willow whispered pulling the quilt up to the girl’s chin and placing a gentle kiss on her cheek.
After ensuring that Julia; who was sprawled out across her bed; was also fast asleep, Willow and Tara tip-toed out of the room and closed the door quietly behind them.
Once downstairs an awkward silence fell upon the two women.
Tara wondered if she was beginning to over-stay her welcome; Willow worried that she was keeping Tara from other plans. Yet neither woman was willing to part company so soon.
Being the hostess, Willow decided that she really should say something.
“Erm, would you like a drink? I can boil some water for tea or coffee, or there’s juice if you want something cold. Or, or I usually indulge in a little glass of wine once the kids are in bed, you’re welcome to join me if you like? Oh, unless you were wanting to go home? I don’t want to keep you if you have plans. Do you want me to call a cab?”
“Uhm, n-no. I mean, I’d l-love a glass of wine, i-if you’re having one.”
“Really?” Willow grinned hopefully. “You don’t need to get home or anything?” The redhead checked, wanting Tara to know that she was free to leave whenever she wanted.
“Oh god, I-I’m taking advantage of your h-hospitality aren’t I? Y-you want alone time, a, a glass of wine and s-some peace and quiet. I’m sorry, I’ll g-go.” Misinterpreting Willow’s intentions, Tara began to panic. She made a move to gather her things before Willow’s hand on her arm stilled her movement.
“No, no, Tara, I don’t want you to go.” As Willow’s words registered with the blonde, she turned to look into emerald green eyes. “I just, I didn’t want you to think that you have to stay and keep the sad, lonely single mom company. If you want to stay, you’re more than welcome, but, you don’t have to.” As her words trailed off Willow’s head dropped timidly.
After considering Willow’s words for a brief moment Tara placed her fingers under the other woman’s chin and gently tilted her head up.
“I would love to stay Willow. A-and you’re not a s-sad, lonely single mom.” The blonde’s voice was soft and full of a sincerity that melted Willow’s heart.
Placing her hand over Tara’s, which now rested lightly against her cheek, and looking deep into soft baby blues, Willow whispered a heartfelt
“Thank you.”
The intensity of the moment and the feelings being silently communicated between the ex-lovers was interrupted by a remarkably loud clap of thunder which caused the women to jump apart in surprise.
“So, erm, wine?” Willow asked suddenly, giggling at the absurdity of being startled by the storm.
“Right, wine.” Tara echoed, not fully registering the redhead’s words.
Willow made her way to the kitchen, leaving Tara stood in the hallway, lost in hopeful fantasies of sharing kisses and gentle caresses with the red haired goddess.
“Red or white?”
“Huh?” The blonde shook her head a little, clearing her mind of the delicious daydreams to actually pay attention to the beautiful woman that was asking her something… something about, wine? Yes, wine, that was it. “R-red for me thanks.” Tara called as she followed the sound of Willow’s voice into the quaint, homely kitchen.
“An excellent choice madam. I have a bottle chilling nicely in the refrigerator, I’m sure it shall meet your approval.” Removing the bottle from the fridge Willow held it out for Tara to inspect the label, faultlessly impersonating an enthusiastic waiter.
“Ah yes, that one will be perfect.” Tara joined in the light-hearted skit.
“Would madam like to sample it first?”
“Y-you don’t expect me to s-swill it around my mouth a-and spit it out do you?”
“Well, you could, but that just seems like a waste of good wine to me. Or okay, it seems like a waste of reasonably priced, run of the mill wine.”
“I agree.” The blonde giggled.
“I’ll just get some glasses then we can go through to the living room.”
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They sat close together on the couch, close enough to allow ‘accidental’ brushes against one another’s skin. Soft music filled the room; small candles provided most of the illumination, except for the small lamp that lit up an opposite corner of the room.
“I-is Julia okay? You two seemed to be having an uhm, i-intense talk?”
“Well, I wouldn’t say, intense, but… She’s fine; she just needed a little bit of reassurance.”
“Some qu-quality mommy time?”
“Yeah, a big hug and a reminder of how much I love her.”
“They, they’re both very special little girls. J-just like their mommy.” Willow smiled at the compliment. The same compliment Tara had paid her the first time they had ever talked; well, the first time they’d talked properly; oh so many years ago.
“Y-you’ve done an amazing job of bringing them up Will.”
“Oh, I’ve done okay, thanks to the rest of the scooby’s. They’ve all been right there for me from the day I told them I was expecting. Even more so after Oz walked out on us.”
“H-how old were the twins when he l-left?” Tara wasn’t going to push the topic; she just wanted to communicate her sincere interest.
“They were six months old.”
“Do, do you w-want to talk about it? I-I mean, y-you don’t have to, but, i-if you want to…” She really hadn’t wanted to have this conversation, not just yet, but she was going to have to hear the story at some point and now was as good a time as any.
“I, I don’t know why he left, I just, I woke up one day and he wasn’t here. There was a note, it, it just said ‘I’ve gone, please don’t hate me. I’m so sorry, but, it’s for the best.’ I’ve heard nothing from him since then. No call, no letter, not even birthday cards for the girls.”
“I, I’m sorry.” Tara offered gently, brushing the single tear off Willow’s soft cheek.
“It’s okay, I, I’m not upset for me. If he’d just walked out on me, again, it would have been okay. It would have hurt, but, it’d be okay. But, but he left the girls, he walked out on my baby girls and, and he’s never made any effort to contact them. It, it’s just like, like they don’t even exist for him.”
“Do, do they e-ever ask about him?”
“No, not any more. They used to, when they were younger, but, I think Buffy told them all they needed to know. I’m not entirely sure what she told them, but, after they talked to her, they lost interest in their daddy.”
“It, it must be hard, r-raising twins on y-your own?”
“Well, there are ups and downs, oh, but mostly ups. And like I said, the gang help, but, well, they can’t be there all the time. I mean, Xander and Anya have their own little family. Dawn’s in LA, Giles is in England and Buffy, well, Buffy’s off saving the world and teaching gym.”
“That… It sounds kinda, l-lonely?”
“Sometimes it is. Oh god Tara you have no idea, I sit here alone almost every night wondering where it all went wrong. I mean, I have a good job, a nice house, a circle of really good friends and two beautiful, wonderful little girls. I should be happy right? I’m just so lonely, I have all these friends and family, and I’m lonely. If you weren’t here right now, I’d be having this conversation with myself.”
Tara sat listening to Willow, as her lost love released all of the pain she had kept to herself for so long. Until now that is.
The reason Willow had walked away from Tara had walked away from Willow, and now here Tara sat comforting the redhead. Irony was ironic like that.
The blonde couldn’t believe that Oz had done it again; he had left Willow, again. Only this time he had left so much more behind; not just a broken Willow, but their baby girls as well. Tara had listened as Willow told her of Oz’s sudden, unexplained departure. She couldn’t help but feel so angry.
All that time... all the lost time. They could have been together.
Any part of Tara that had been unsure of her feelings towards the redhead had been dismissed the second she had heard Willow’s voice call out the twins’ names in the park earlier that day. After having spent almost the whole day with the redhead’s family, enjoying every moment and not wanting it to ever end, she had fallen in love with Willow all over again and she was well on her way to falling completely in love with Lydia and Julia too.
Then there she was, sat in the redhead’s living room, as Willow paced around letting out all of her hurt.
After a few minutes Willow had suddenly stopped pacing, overcome with emotions and feeling incredibly embarrassed. She was turned away from Tara, visibly trembling.
Tara stood and closed the distance between them quickly. She slipped her arms gently around Willow’s waist holding her close as she softly whispered words of comfort and reassurance to the redhead.
“Shhh, it’s okay sweetie. I know it hurts, just, just let it all out. It’s okay to cry, just, let go, I’m here for you.”
“I, I’m sorry you have to waste your time with me when you probably have someone special waiting for you to get home.”
Tara took a deep breath and tightened her grip on Willow.
“W-willow I’m not seeing anyone, I told you that before. There’s nobody waiting for me. I’m, I’m all alone too.” Tara’s close proximity and gentle words began to have an affect on Willow. “I, I don’t need to be anywhere except where I am right now.” Tara lowered her voice, not sure if she was strong enough to say what truly needed to be said. “Willow, baby, I need to only be with you. I, I have always just needed to be with you, don’t you know that?”
As quietly as Tara had spoken, Willow had heard every word. Her heart leapt in her chest and her stomach gave a happy little flutter.
By this time, Willow’s tears were falling, unchecked, down her face. Tara led the other woman, who had made herself so vulnerable to the blonde, over to the couch and held her in a strong, comforting hug.
They sat for endless minutes, the blonde providing unconditional, silent support to the trembling, sobbing redhead. Willow cried until she was couldn’t any longer. She cried herself to sleep in the protective arms of the only person she had ever truly loved.
Tara felt so good holding Willow close to her as she slept. After watching the redhead for a short time Tara joined her in peaceful slumber.
Willow was the first to wake a short time later as the thunder storm picked up again. She lifted her head to look into Tara’s sleeping face.
“I am you know?” She whispered, tracing her finger tip along Tara’s jaw-line. To her surprise Tara had answered, her voice heavy with sleep.
“W-what?”
Taking a deep breath to steady herself, Willow had answered with heartfelt conviction.
“Yours. I’m yours Tara.”
Soft blue eyes fluttered open to be met by love filled green ones, burning with truth. Their faces were so close, lips millimetres apart, their breath mixing between them. Both women’s lives had led to this moment and slowly they leaned forward. As they closed the distance between their lips Willow’s fingers had reached out to entwine themselves in silky, golden tresses. Tara gently cupped Willow’s cheek, her own fingers revelling in the softness of the skin she had missed touching so much.
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I did warn you that the ending was evil.
So, uhm, considering I've never really written angst, was my first attempt okay?
Hugs
Jeanne
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Tara: “Let me guess – you want me to lie on your lap while you feed me grapes, but my sweet, shy, precious, honey you’ve been too shy to ask – yes?” - GROWW by WannaFriendsBe