I have update-ness, & it's rather long too, & there's no angst in it at all, it's a nice, happy update - I felt that that was needed after the last update.
But, before the update, I have one little reply to feedback to do.
VixenyTarasHot: Hello
& welcome to my little story, I'm glad that you're enjoying it 
Yeah, it's tough to write/read about Tara's insecurities, but they will be dealt with & it'll all come good in the end.
Thanks for reading & feedbacking
Okay, now that the thank you's done, I give you, chapter 6, enjoy
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For the following week Willow lived in dread of the day she might wake up to find Tara gone.
Most nights, the girls were permitted to have sleepovers, either at Buffy’s or at Willow’s. On those nights, Willow would happily and contently fall asleep and wake up with her arms wrapped loosely, but protectively around Tara.
On other nights, when Willow had to go home alone and trust that Tara would still be there the following morning, the redhead hardly slept at all and she would wake at the crack of dawn and immediately call Buffy to make sure that Tara hadn’t vanished in the night.
“Buffy, is Tara still there?”
“Yes.”
“How do you know? You’ve only just woken up, go and check Buffy, please.”
“Are you ever gonna let me sleep again? You do know that we’re on spring break right? That means not waking up until eleven, at the earliest.”
“Eleven is too late; Tara could be half way across the next state by eleven.”
“She’s not going anywhere Will. It’s been a week, if she was gonna leave she’d have gone by now.”
“Just go and check, please, if she’s still there you can go back to sleep.”
At this point, Buffy kicked her way out of the covers that had wrapped themselves around her legs in the night; stumbled out of her room to stand at the top of the stairs and took a deep breath in through her nose.
“Yep, I smell pancakes, Tara’s still here.”
“She’s making pancakes? It’s only six thirty, why isn’t she still sleeping?”
“I don’t know Will, come over here and ask her.”
“I’ll be there in twenty minutes.”
“Wait, Will, I was joking.” Buffy futilely tried to discourage her best friend, who had already hung up the phone and jumped into the shower. “Well at least if she’s here she can’t call and wake me up.” Buffy mumbled as she made her way back to bed.
Willow need not have worried about Tara leaving however, because although the blonde did suffer an almost constant internal debate, the comfort and safety she experienced just by being in the same room with Willow served to quell the niggling fear that her father and brother may one day return to Sunnydale in search of her.
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The back door of the Summers’ house was slowly and quietly pushed open to reveal an eagerly grinning Willow. As she spied Tara pouring maple syrup onto a pancake with deliberate precision, Willow decided to stand and watch for just a little while longer before announcing her presence.
“I’ve never seen anyone pay so much attention to syrup before.” She made an effort to keep her voice low so as not to startle Tara and was met with a timid smile.
“A-actually I uhm, I w-was kinda uhm, drawing.” Then there was the shy smile again, only this time it was accompanied by a blush as Tara realised that her new friend would probably want to know what she had been drawing.
“I do that too. You know, people say that paper and pencils are good for drawing with too, but somehow it’s less fun when you don’t get to eat it afterwards.” Willow grinned as Tara’s adorable giggle floated delicately through the air to whisper its’ sweet melody softly in her ears. “What were you drawing?” She asked attentively, pretending to sneak a glance at Tara’s plate.
“Oh, uhm, j-just uhm, d-doodles.” The blush was deeper now as she gave her vague reply.
In truth, she had been ‘doodling’ a large, rounded heart which contained her own and Willow’s initials, lovingly formed in the finest calligraphy lettering possible, which is not an easy feat when your ‘pen’ is a bottle of syrup.
“H-help yourself to uhm, p-pancakes.” Tara indicated the plate on the counter-top which was piled high with both round and funny shaped pancakes.
“Oh cool, thanks. Juice?” Willow enquired as she helped herself to a glass of grapefruit juice.
“O-orange, thanks.”
And so juice was poured, pancakes were piled onto plates and covered in syrup and the two girls sat enjoying their meal and each other’s company.
“So uhm, h-how come you’re up a-and about s-so early?”
“Well you know what they say; the early bird gets the yummy pancakes.” Willow beamed.
“Y-you got up early j-just for pancakes?”
“Not just any pancakes, Tara pancakes, which, may I say, are the best pancakes I’ve ever tasted in my life. Where’d you learn to cook so good?”
“M-my mom taught me, w-we used to, to cook together.”
“My mom tried to teach me how to cook, but apparently I didn’t inherit the diner owner genes.”
“So you g-got your d-dad’s mayor of the city genes i-instead?”
“Nope, I got my very own, unique movie making genes. You should talk to my mom; see if she’ll give you a job at the diner. Oh, uhm, but only if you want to, it’s just that, she’s been thinking about opening up earlier and serving breakfast and you get up early to cook breakfast anyway, so, you may as well get paid to do it right?”
“Y-you really think sh-she’d give me a, a job?”
Tara knew that Willow’s suggestion was little more than a desperate attempt at offering a feasible motive for not running away, but Tara had to admit, it did sound extremely tempting.
“I don’t see why not. You’d really consider it?” Willow’s expression was the personification of hopeful anticipation.
“Y-yeah I would.”
“That’s… Really? Oh wow, that’s so great.” Willow exclaimed with such excitement that the very words seemed to bounce as she threw her arms around Tara in an enthusiastic hug.
Tara moved her hand to rest it gently against Willow’s back, drawing her just a little closer and the hug softened from an impromptu gesture of enthusiasm into a warm, tender embrace that lasted just a little longer than decorum would have allowed.
Tara’s head lowered as she pulled slowly away from Willow’s arms, her loose hair falling forward to hide the blush in her cheeks and the shy smile that reached all the way up to her eyes.
Willow reached out tentatively with her finger tips to brush soft wisps of blonde behind a cute, blushing ear. Her hand stilled just above said ear as Tara’s gaze met hers and she allowed herself, for just a second, to drown and get lost in the sapphire depth before moving to gently cup Tara’s warm, crimson cheek in her palm.
“I wish you wouldn’t hide, I miss your smile when you do that.” Her voice was soft and loving and accompanied by a tiny, almost imperceptible pout that made Tara’s heart melt and flutter and soar.
“N-no pouting now.” Tara touched her finger gently against Willow’s lower lip. “See, I’m n-not hiding now, you can s-see my smile.”
“Your special Tara smile.” Willow commented affectionately.
“My special, j-just for Willow smile.” Tara amended.
Willow’s heart skipped a couple of beats as Tara’s eyes remained locked with hers, the deeply intense gaze giving Willow just enough confidence to, rather nervously and awkwardly, ask Tara out.
“Do you wanna uhm, maybe go out somewhere, with me, sometime, on a kind of, uhm, date?”
“A, a d-date? Uhm, r-really?”
“Only if you want to, you, you don’t have to.”
“Y-you really w-want to, to take me o-on a date?”
“Of course, and I’d take you somewhere nice too, a nice little restaurant, not the diner.”
“The, the d-diner w-would be fine.”
“But I want to take you somewhere nice, somewhere where my mom won’t be there spying on us and where Buffy, Dawn, Xander and probably Anya too, ‘cos she’s pretty much everywhere that Xander is these days, anyway, somewhere where they’re not likely to turn up and expect us to ask them to join us, ‘cos if they know that we’re going somewhere nice, they won’t disturb us. Plus Xander wouldn’t go anywhere near a nice restaurant anyway ‘cos Anya would nag him to take her out to posh restaurants all the time and there’s no way he could afford that, and was that a yes by the way?”
“Oh, uhm, y-yes, I, I’d love to, to go on a, a date w-with you Willow.”
“Oh wow. Yay!” For the second time that morning Willow bounced with excitement, until she noticed that Tara looked a little troubled. “What’s wrong?” She asked gently, taking Tara’s hand in her own.
“I, I d-don’t have a-anything to, to w-wear.”
Even if Tara had known, when she had packed her few belongings, that she would have need for a ‘date’ outfit, there had been nothing in her very basic wardrobe that would have been suitable attire for a meal at a nice restaurant.
“Oh, well that’s not a problem, we’ll just go shopping and you can get something. I’m sure Buffy wouldn’t say no to a shopping spree.”
“Uhm, I d-don’t have uhm, m-much money l-left.”
“I’ll pay; it’ll be like a gift, a birthday present.”
“M-my birthday’s n-not until O-October.”
“So, it’ll be an early birthday present.” Seeing that Tara was a little uncomfortable with this suggestion, Willow provided an alternative solution. “Okay, if you’re not happy with that, how about I’ll pay today and when you start working, you can pay me back out of your wages, oh, uhm, in instalments of course, not all in one go.” Tara still looked a little uncertain. “It doesn’t have to be anything expensive; you get to decide how much we spend okay?”
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“So did she go for it?”
It was later the same day and Willow was explaining the arrangement to Buffy whilst Tara tried on a number of different outfits in the fitting room of a fashionable, but not too expensive, clothing boutique.
“Yep, we asked mom about the job when we went to pick up my purse and she thought it was a great idea. So Tara’s gonna start giving me a few dollars a week once she’s got a reasonable amount saved up.”
“Which you’re then gonna use to buy little gifts for her, thus sneakily giving the money back to Tara?”
“Exactly.” Willow grinned at her ingenious plan.
“What if she figures it out?”
“Why would she? If we’re dating, that’s kinda like we’re girlfriends right? There’s nothing suspicious about me buying my girlfriend gifts.”
“What’s with the goofy little grin Will?”
“Tara’s gonna be my girlfriend.” Willow spoke dreamily, gazing off somewhere beyond the physical world into a perfect, happy, daydream future with Tara.
“Uhm, h-how do I l-look?” Tara enquired timidly as she slowly and nervously stepped out of the fitting room.
She wore a pair of fitted, boot-cut, black velvet jeans with diamante detail around the pockets and a thin silver chain threaded through the belt loops. The dusky pink cross-over top fit Tara’s figure perfectly; the v-neck was cut low, but not quite low enough to make Tara self-conscious and the little capped sleeves added a simple elegance.
“Uh, w… You uhm... I, uh…” For the first time in her young life, Willow was speechless.
At Tara’s uncertain smile and sudden fascination with the chain around her waist, Willow cleared her throat, took a deep breath and, somehow, managed to recover from her initial reaction of spluttering and stammering by stating softly and sincerely.
“You’re beautiful.”
Tara looked up, her eyes locking with Willow’s as she gave one of those special, ‘just for Willow’ smiles.
The shop assistant smiled sweetly as she rang up the purchases and folded the clothes neatly into boxes which were then slid into a strong, pink and grey paper bag with little pink ribbon handles.
“There you go Miss.” The young raven haired woman handed the bag to Willow.
“Thank you.” Willow smiled politely and the three teens left to store.
“Well, I don’t know about you guys, but all this shopping’s made me hungry, you wanna head over to the diner and grab some lunch?” Buffy, as usual, was thinking about her stomach.
“Yeah, I’m kinda hungry too.”
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“Hey girls, did you have fun maxing out my credit cards?” Sheila called out as Willow, Tara and Buffy entered the diner.
The color drained from Tara’s face in horror, Willow hadn’t said anything about paying for the clothes with her mother’s credit card.
“Don’t worry, she’s kidding.” Willow whispered, giving Tara a reassuring smile before replying to her mother.
“No mom, we had fun spending a very reasonable amount of my own money.”
“Just so long as you had fun, that’s all that matters.” Sheila smiled. “Go sit down girls, I’ll bring you some drinks over in a second, sodas all ‘round?”
“Yes thanks Mrs Rosenberg.”
Sheila brought the girl’s sodas and took their orders for lunch - chicken salad for Tara; ham and cheese omelette for Willow and a cheese burger and fries for Buffy.
“You should see the top we got for Tara, it’s beautiful.” Buffy informed Mrs Rosenberg when she brought the girl’s food to them.
“It’s beautiful when Tara’s wearing it.” Willow added, smiling flirtatiously and causing Tara to blush furiously.
“I’m sure it is. Now, is there any chance you can tell me why you had to go emergency clothes shopping this morning?” Sheila enquired, though she suspected that she could probably guess.
“We’re going out, on a date.” Willow answered animatedly, in an extremely happy sing-song voice.
“A date eh? So I assume you won’t be wanting your dinner here tonight then?”
“No thanks mom, we’re gonna go to Luigi’s.”
“Oh, very fancy, your father and I went there for our anniversary last year. Oh, make sure you save some room for desert, they have an amazing chocolate fudge sundae.”
“Uhm, thanks mom, we’ll keep that in mind.” Willow smiled, thoughts of lovingly feeding ice cream to Tara clouding her mind.
Buffy, who, thus far, had been too busy eating to contribute to the conversation, looked up just in time to catch the dreamy look on Willow’s face and gave a hearty chuckle.
“What’s funny?” Willow frowned.
“Mruw are shoo shmitten.” Buffy mumbled, her mouth full of fries.
This comment, which Tara thankfully hadn’t quite been able to hear, earned Buffy a light kick in the shin, which only made her chuckle more.
The girls finished their meals in relative silence as both Willow and Tara lost themselves in excited thoughts of what they hoped would be an extremely perfect and romantic date.
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The date will be the next update, & I promise it won't take me a month to post it
Hugs
Jeanne
muchly with the sweetness!
Then again it would be fun to have some angsty goodness in there too 
Cant wait for the next update!! Be looking foreward to it!
I'm a slacker and should be punished! 
This is the sweetest update ever. W/T are always trying to find ways to touch each other and spend more time together. I can't wait until the date, and I hope they do not get interrupted.
I've had RL stuff going on, & there was some writers block too, but, I'm happy to inform you all that I have an update, which I'm gonna post right now for you all.
- I smell angst ahead.
was good - yes?
if all of the kittens did indeed tag along on the date then we could all attack Tara’s dad whilst our girls make a run for it. 