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Series: Vignettes
Number: 46
Title: Drama
Author: Sassette
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Spoiler Warning: Set in an AU future – no specific spoilers unless you didn’t know Willow and Tara are gay, gay, gay, in which case I’ve already spoiled it, so you might as well read this.
Summary: Willow and Tara have a discussion, and a shower
Disclaimer: I didn't create these characters. I’m just borrowing them, because it’s lots and lots of fun.
Rating: R-ish for adult situations – like nekkid showering
Drama
Part 46 of the Vignettes Series
By Sassette
Tara gingerly pulled on the sleeve of her sweater with two fingers, a look of distaste in her expressive eyes. “I think this is slayed,” Tara said with a little frown, taking in the dirt, rips and spatters of demon blood on one of her favorite sweaters. “You always liked this one,” Tara added mournfully as she and Willow headed up the stairs and onto the porch of the home they had purchased together six months prior, taking a moment to stop and wave at a weary slayer who trudged into her own home next door.
“We go directly to the shower, no passing go, no collecting two-hundred dollars,” Willow said, leading the way up the stairs and into the bathroom.
“Oh, definitely,” Tara said, following Willow.
It hadn’t been a particularly dangerous evening, as far as these things went, but it had been a messy one. Buffy had stumbled upon three giant sack-looking things in the middle of a graveyard that was practically a swamp of muddy-yuck after a three-day spring storm, and had called on the research skills of her friends to make sure there were no fantastic surprises in these special demonic hell-spawned crackerjack boxes.
As it turned out, there weren’t: the demons in question were ridiculously, laughably vulnerable when pupating, which was probably why they were so rare and none of them had actually ever seen them before.
So, after hauling out a bag full of axes, swords, and other hacky implements, and an hour of demon-slimy-yuck goretastic mud-slipping fun, the deed was done, and the only casualties for the Scoobies were articles of clothing.
Tara stumbled into the bathroom after Willow and watched her flip on the light, then gaze into the mirror. Willow was frowning, but it wasn’t an “I-may-have-to-shave-my-head” frown, but more of a “something-is-on-my-mind frown.”
“What do you want to do after this?” Willow asked, as Tara peeled off her previously well-loved and now extremely offensive powder-blue sweater.
“I don’t know – it’s still early,” Tara said absently, reaching into the shower and turning on the water. “Discovery Channel?”
Willow’s frown deepened.
“What is it?” Tara asked.
“Are we boring?” Willow asked, her expression completely serious.
Tara stifled a giggle.
“Sweetie, we just got home from the graveyard, we’re covered in demon slime, and your best friend is the one girl in all the world who can stop the vampires, and you’re asking if we’re boring?” Tara asked reasonably.
“I don’t mean, are our lives boring,” Willow said, chewing on her lower lips as she struggled to find the right words. She continued thinking as she kicked off her shoes and took off her shirt, tossing it towards the laundry hamper.
“Oh, no,” Tara said, catching it before it landed. “That, and everything else, is going straight to the trash.”
“But … the kittens,” Willow protested, abandoning her train of thought in an attempt to save the article of clothing in question, referring to the cute, fluffy, cuddly kittens on one of her favorite t-shirts.
“Absolutely not,” Tara said, shaking her head. “With all the exposure to demon slime, these kittens are about to sprout two massive, ugly heads instead of cute little kitty faces and big people-killing fangs instead of cute little kitty teeth.”
“But …”
“But what?” Tara asked, grabbing her own t-shirt casualty – a happy yellow shirt with sunflowers all over it – and pulling it up and over her head.
“No, you’re right,” Willow said, admiring the eyeful of Tara standing oh-so-close. “These are all completely ruined and so all clothes must go,” she said, nodding emphatically as she slipped out of her jeans. “Like, now.”
“Oh, I see,” Tara said, crossing her arms over her chest and giving Willow an exasperated look. “When I’m being reasonable, you want to save the clothes, but when you’re being horny, the clothes can get trashed and you don’t care.”
“It’s a horrible double-standard, I know,” Willow said with mock sadness, the effect completely ruined when her nimble fingers undid the button on Tara’s jeans and lowered the fly with quick, efficient movements. “Mad at me?”
Tara sighed, a tender smile crossing her face as she wrapped her arms around Willow’s neck, and running a hand across her goo-encrusted hair. “You know I can’t stay mad at you when you’re standing around in your underwear.”
“Heh. Yeah, underwear! Speaking of which …”
Willow tugged Tara’s jeans down to her knees, then knelt, helping Tara off with her shoes and socks. Tara rested a hand on Willow’s shoulder for balance as she stepped out of her pants, and smiled when Willow pressed a light kiss to her belly.
“As fun as this is, the water’s going to get cold,” Tara said, smiling down at Willow. “And we really can’t skip this shower.”
“Oh, yeah – I hate that,” Willow said, making a face. “Cold water after the slimy yuck is not on my happy list.”
They helped each other off with their underwear, playful hands lingering in familiar places, causing a few giggles and one squeak before they stepped into the shower, and then into each other’s arms, standing close under the spray for a few moments.
“Mmm … love you,” Willow mumbled against Tara’s shoulder.
“Love you, too,” Tara said, smiling happily and placing a loud smacking kiss on Willow’s cheek. “Here,” she said, picking up the shampoo and putting some in her palm.
Tara hummed a little as she washed Willow’s hair, the stubborn demon-goo making it necessary for her to actually proceed to the ‘repeat’ portion of the ‘lather, rinse, repeat’ shampoo instructions.
“You are so getting lucky tonight,” Willow said happily, a contented little smile on her face as Tara shampooed her hair again.
“Who says you’re getting lucky tonight?” Tara asked, arching an eyebrow at Willow.
“Well, when you get lucky, nobody’s luckier than me,” Willow said reasonably.
“Hmm … true,” Tara said, smiling. “So, what were you saying earlier?” Tara asked, making sure she’d done a thorough rinsing job, so that there was no lingering soap to run into Willow’s eyes.
“Huh?”
“About us being boring?” Tara prompted, as they carefully maneuvered each other in and out of the spray, working on washing off all the mud, slime, and various other gunk.
“Oh, right!” Willow said, her eyes focused on the arm she was scrubbing, which was covered in something greenish-grey. “I just meant, we’re … well, we don’t fight, really, and we don’t have any jealous ex-lovers running around, and we’ve been together seven years and we still have sex … so, are we boring? Isn’t there supposed to be … drama?”
“Sweetie, what I have I told you about watching ‘The L Word’?” Tara asked patiently as they continued to wash each other.
“If the lesbian life were really like that you’d be scared straight?”
“Well, yeah,” Tara said, with a little laugh. “But not that part.”
“This isn’t coming from ‘The L Word’ anyway,” Willow said, waving a hand.
“Then where is this coming from?” Tara asked, reaching around Willow to turn off the water. The sudden silence sat heavily as Tara waited for Willow to answer.
“Do you have any idea how … how totally weird it is for a Scooby to be in a normal, healthy relationship?” Willow said, her voice rough. She looked away for a moment, clearing her throat and blinking rapidly.
“Sweetie,” Tara said softly, brushing Willow’s cheek with her fingers.
“I’m just … I’m so damn happy, and … it scares me,” Willow said, looking at Tara plaintively.
“Well,” Tara said, her face thoughtful. “It’s not like we haven’t had our fair share of drama.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah,” Tara said, resting her forehead against Willow’s. “We may not have any jealous ex-lovers running around, but when we did, he chased me across campus and turned into a werewolf. And you had to go rescue my sanity from a Hell God. And my family showed up on my 20th birthday when I thought I was going to turn into a demon.”
“Oh, right. I wasn’t thinking of those,” Willow said, smiling a little.
“Well, there you go,” Tara said, kissing Willow on the forehead and stepping out of the shower. “And if you really want drama, there’s always this …”
“What?” Willow asked.
Tara reached into the shower and quickly turned on the cold water, full-blast. Willow shrieked and jumped a little, her eyes wide, so surprised she didn’t move out of the shower until after Tara spoke again.
“Irate lesbian douses lover in cold water for daring to contradict her about throwing out ruined clothing,” Tara explained, before dashing out of the room.
With one last squawk, Willow turned off the water, then ran after Tara, chasing her all the way into the bedroom.