Okay, I now officially have no more pre-written chapters, so, update's are gonna be less frequent, but, I'll try my hardest not to leave you waiting too long between updates.
Right, now, early morning snuggles anyone?
(Oh, & just to be on the safe side - this chapter contains minor angst)
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“Do you know how stunningly beautiful you are with the sun shining over your face? It makes you look all, glow-y.” Willow spoke softly, gazing lovingly at her darling’s radiant, smiling face.
“Glow-y?” Tara’s eyebrow quirked up questioningly. “You have an abnormally large vocabulary and are fluent in at least three languages, and the best word you can think of, is glow-y?”
“My brain is kinda frazzled from the whole, mind blowing wow-ness of last night, you’re lucky I can talk at all right now.” Willow giggled softly as Tara playfully swatted her arm.
“I can think of better things you could be doing with your mouth.”
“Hmm, does it involve kissing the beautiful blonde goddess who, by some blessing from the goddess, is currently laid all naked and beautiful and sexy and…” Tara grabbed the back of Willow’s head and pulled her down for a long, lingering kiss.
As the kiss ended Tara smiled at her lover.
“See? Kisses… good.”
“Uh-huh, yep, definitely, good. Much better than talking.”
“I knew you’d agree.” Tara nodded satisfactorily.
“I still say you look all glow-y though.”
“Yes well, eight hours of almost non-stop love making will have that effect.”
“Eight hours? What time is it?” Willow turned her head to read the red digital display of her alarm clock.
“Almost seven, we don’t have to get up yet right?”
“No, the girls are still quiet, we should be okay for a little while longer.”
“Good.” She planted a firm kiss to Willow’s soft lips.
Willow resumed her snuggling position; her head resting lightly on Tara’s shoulder and her hand lazily stroking the blonde’s stomach. Tara’s finger-tips danced whimsically over Willow’s lower back, occasionally venturing over the curve of her hip and down to rounded ass cheeks.
“Do you realise that we didn’t sleep at all last night?” Tara mused in wonder, a lazy, wistful, lop-sided grin playing across her face.
“Are you complaining?”
“Oh gods no.”
“Good, ‘cos I don’t plan on us sleeping at all tonight either, or tomorrow night, or the night after that, or any other night for the rest of our lives for that matter. Making love with you is much more essential than sleep.”
“Oh, and who said that I’m gonna be staying over again tonight?” Tara teased, smirking devilishly at her girl.
“Oh you’re staying, even if I have to tie you to the bed, you’re staying.”
“Oh, restraints? That could be fun.”
Tara collapsed into a fit of giggles at the look of utter shock on Willow’s face.
“Oh you think it’s funny do you? Teasing me and almost giving me heart failure?” Willow pounced on her chuckling lover and began a spontaneous tickle-attack.
“No, no, no tickling please, I’m sorry, it wasn’t funny, stop, please stop.” Tara gasped pleadingly between giggles.
When Willow didn’t relent Tara grabbed a pillow and brought it down softly across the back of her love’s head.
“Hey no fair, I’m unarmed.” Willow protested whilst reaching out to equip herself with pillow. “Okay, now we’re fair.”
The two women launched into a full blown pillow fight. A few minutes later their weaponry was discarded in favour of playful wrestling, which subsequently dissolved into a loving tussle and ended with soft, tender kisses.
The loud, obnoxious ringing of the phone interrupted the kissing and Willow grumbled at whoever it was calling at such an early hour. Looking down at the beauty beneath her Willow chose smoochies over answering the phone and leant down to capture Tara’s lips.
“Aren’t you gonna answer that?” Tara asked between kisses.
“Nope, the machine can get it, I’m busy right now.”
“Might be important.”
“More important than you?” Willow challenged questioningly.
“Hmm, probably not.” Tara scrunched her nose up as she shook her head and brushed her lips over Willow’s.
The answer machine clicked on and Buffy’s uncertain voice filled the room.
“Will, uhm, hey it’s Buffy I, I know it’s early but, but we need a scooby meeting. Get here as soon as you can.” A long pause followed, as if the slayer was debating whether or not to add more. Then in a soft, nervous, almost whisper, Buffy added “Oz is here.”
As she heard that last part Willow stopped, stock still; her expression an almost unreadable mix of surprise, hurt, anguish and a hundred other emotions. She rolled away from Tara and sat on the edge of the bed, tears rolling silently and unnoticed down her face.
“Baby?” Tara sat and reached out to tentatively rest a comforting hand on Willow’s shoulder.
Willow slowly turned her head to face the blonde and saw the uncertainty in deep blue eyes. Recognising the expression from years ago Willow’s heart ached and she quickly set about reassuring her sweetheart.
“Oh, no, Tara no. This isn’t like last time, I promise. Tara, baby, I love you and I want to be with you, for always. He, he has no right to be here, no right at all. He’s not a part of my life any more.”
“The g-girls…” Tara’s voice was soft, hesitant.
“He was never part of their lives.”
“He, he’s their f-father Will.” The blonde’s voice cracked as she stated the simple fact.
“NO!” The anger in Willow’s voice startled Tara and she pulled away slightly.
The redhead’s features softened instantly and she wrapped her arms around Tara’s waist.
“I’m sorry, I, I didn’t mean to… I’m not angry with you darling. It’s just, he, he has no right to be anywhere near my daughters. He walked out, he abandoned them when they were six months old and he’s never made any attempt to contact us since. He’s a lousy father and as far as I’m concerned he gave up all his rights the moment he decided to walk away from them. They’re my baby girls, not his, not any more.” Willow sobbed, her face buried into Tara’s shoulder.
“It’s okay. Shhh, darling it’s okay. We can handle this, y-you and me together, we can deal with this.” Tara ran soothing fingers over Willow’s back until the gentle sobs had subsided.
“Do we have to go to the scooby meeting?” Willow whined, her voice childlike, vulnerable.
“I’ll be right there with you the whole time sweetie.”
“But, can’t I just, call Buffy back and tell her to, to make him go away, like she does to all the bad guys?”
“Oz isn’t a bad guy.” Tara chuckled at her partner’s sweet, innocent tone.
“Well, he’s hardly a good guy is he? Besides, why would he go to Buffy’s? He knows where to find me, the only reason he’d be at Buffy’s is, is… is if he went wolfie and she had to get all slayer-ish on him.” Willow’s child-like reluctance quickly turned to panic as she fully processed the situation. “Oh god, Tara, he was all wolfie, and last night wasn’t a wolf moon. He was upset, he was upset and angry. Why was he all upset and angry?”
“Willow, sweetie, calm down.” She cupped the redhead’s face, brushing her thumbs over Willow’s cheeks. “We’ll go to Buffy’s, find out what happened, and then we’ll deal with it. It’s gonna be okay love. It’s all gonna be okay.”
“How come stupid Oz-moron always turns up just when my life gets perfect?”
“Your life is perfect?” Tara grinned.
“Well, I have a beautiful house, two beautiful girls, and a beautiful, amazing, incredible lover, who just happens to be the other half of my soul. What’s not perfect about that?”
Tara’s heart almost burst with love for the tender soul in her embrace, a breathtaking smile lit up her entire face.
“Certainly sounds perfect to me.” Tara agreed softly and kissed Willow soundly on the mouth. “Now, unless we want people to point and laugh at us, I really think we should get dressed.”
“Good idea. You grab a shower, I’ll go wake Jules and Lydie.”
“Okay.” The blonde wrapped a bathrobe around her and headed towards the bathroom. Just before she opened the door she paused. “Will?”
“Yeah?” Willow looked towards her lover as she tied a loose knot in the drawstring of her sweats.
“What are you gonna tell the girls?”
“I don’t know.” The redhead admitted quietly.
Tara walked back to her love and placed a gentle kiss on her forehead.
“We’ll figure it out.” She reassured; giving Willow’s hand a gentle squeeze. Willow nodded slowly.
Looking directly into Tara’s soft blue eyes she whispered a gentle, heart-felt
“Thank you.”
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So, next we confront Oz-moron & find out why the frilly heck he abandonned his little girls
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
Edited by: kindagay at: 9/11/04 6:11 pm
I take it from the fainting & slight incoherence that you all enjoyed the NC-17 goodness? 
enjoyed it. Sorry I almost made you choke
, not just yet anyway 
<- I love that little guy 
<- he is kinda cute. He can be friends with Kevin 
& Smutty 
too, but, Emms was gonna kick him out so, I don't know if he'll be around so much any more.
- Lol! Although, considering you were speechless, you still got a good little babble in - which is never a bad thing 
- Willow looks pretty & stays in bed 
I don't deserve all those awards - I just, write 
He needs to go away
Buffy NEEDS to make him go away. She can be all -does pantimine of fight scene- and Oz can be all -shows picture of kicked puppy- -UGH- 
at this thought:
Take your time with the next update...I know you won't disappoint. How can you?
and sometimes with the 
and occasionally 
<------this guy. 
purple sheep holding "Holy Sheep" signs.... Now all there is left to do is wait....somewhat patiently, for another update.... however long that might take... An ice cream truck full of icy,....scrumptious.. 
...chocolaty... 
...sugary... 
. -Pouts.-
Ozbourne = <3 (
though)
restraints?
Catnip & a squeaky mouse? Oh, not an actual 4-legged cat type kitten, ah okay 
- but yay for Willow reassuring her.
at: 9/15/04 9:11 am
and when I'm 