Grimaldi – Thanks. Yes, you would think they would all get a clue… But they don’t.
Title – School Days
Part 17 – Lunchtime
Author – JustSkipit - Debra
Spoilers – Yes.
Rating – Part 17– PG
Disclaimer – Guess what… I don’t own W&T, Buffy or the rest of the BtVS crew. Any similarity to actual persons living or dead is purely coincidental and fortunate.
Thoughts in italicsWillow looked again at the clock. There was still enough time. But there shouldn’t be. She knew she shouldn’t go out and visit Tara at lunch. She should just let the student eat her lunch in peace. And maybe the blonde would have friends with her and Willow would just be interrupting if she went outside anyway.
She looked at the clock again.
It was Wednesday, which meant that the redhead had managed to avoid going out to see Tara at lunch for two days. The last time she’d seen the adorable blonde had been at lunch on Sunday when Tara had met Willow’s parents. Willow’s breath caught in her throat as she thought of the way Tara had looked then, slightly sweaty from her walk or ride to the restaurant and a little shy. The touch of pink in the younger girl’s cheeks seemed to invite Willow’s caress.
Willow had spent a good portion of Sunday afternoon lying in her room and daydreaming about the blonde student. Ostensibly she was studying spells. She felt intrigued about the missing second slayer. It just didn’t make sense that the girl couldn’t be found. If she was alive, then the council should be able to find her and if not, another slayer would rise and they would find that one. Instead, there had been no sign of Kendra’s replacement in over two years and it grated on Willow’s sense of order.
In spite of the redhead’s interest in the missing slayer and finding a spell to reveal her presence, she had actually spent much of her time daydreaming about Tara. It had started typically enough: wondering what the blonde was doing. Had she enjoyed her Chinese take-out? Did she spend the day with her family or did she study? That led to the redhead picturing Tara lying on her bed reading, perhaps swinging on a swing on the front porch as she enjoyed To Kill a Mockingbird or some other novel. Willow wondered what other books the girl liked and imagined having a conversation with her about literature, movies, or magic. She could almost feel Tara’s hand in her own as they walked along the water’s edge, sharing all their interests, passions, and dreams.
And of course by the end of the day, her hand was no longer just resting in the blonde’s. In her mind, her thumb began moving back and forth, brushing across the back of Tara’s hand. She imagined Tara stopping to look at a duck or turtle, Willow imagined stepping behind her and wrapping her arms around the blonde’s waist. She could almost feel her own heartbeat as it pounded into the space between her chest and Tara’s back, could hear the blonde’s breath increase as she welcomed the embrace. And then fantasy Tara had turned toward Willow, placing her arms on the redhead’s shoulders. One hand moved to tuck a curl behind Willow’s ear, tracing the tip of that ear. Her tongue poked slowly out to wet her lips before the two girls simultaneously but excruciatingly slowly bent toward each other. Their lips would meet softly and tentatively before both girls pulled away just enough to smile.
Willow had replayed the fantasy over and over, each time altering some small aspect: which girl stood at the water’s edge while the other wrapped her arms around her? Which girl had initiated the kiss? Had the sun set while they continued walking? Had she walked Tara home?
Finally, seeing the sun setting out her own window, Willow had jumped from her bed to take a cold shower. She was scheduled to patrol with Buffy and wanted to be ready. In the shower, she had continued thinking about the blonde but something her father had said grated on her. He thought Tara was a teacher like Willow. What if she was a teacher? Willow thought back through their conversations: Tara was looking for the English wing. Ok, that didn’t prove anything. But she had run into the girl at the UC Sunnydale library. Why would a teacher be at the university library? And what had she said there? That she was preparing for class; that could go either way. She could be a student or a teacher and preparing for class. It seemed hopeful until Willow remembered Tara’s recounting of the steps to become a teacher: finish college and student teaching. Nonetheless…
With the topic of Tara’s teaching status still fresh in her mind on Monday morning, Willow stopped by the school office to check her mailbox. Standing in front of all the cubbyhole boxes, she knew that Tara wasn’t a teacher but couldn’t help scanning the names nonetheless: Larchen, Maclain, Nedrish. No, no Maclay. She was disappointed but not surprised. Of course the lovely blonde wasn’t a teacher. She was a student and Willow needed to keep her hands, and her thoughts off the girl.
The redhead finally focused on the computer screen in front of her. She had been doing anything but keeping her thoughts off Tara for the last 30 minutes. Instead she had been daydreaming about the blonde and each interaction they had had. Finally deciding that attempting to avoid the blonde did no good, Willow got up from her chair. It would be ok to go and say hi to Tara during the time she had left. After all, the blonde had all but invited her to come back at lunchtime and Willow wouldn’t want to be rude, right?
Plus which, the redhead had been fighting all day against her impulse to research the blonde. She wanted nothing more than to look up Tara in the school’s database. What other classes was the blonde taking besides English? How were her grades? When was her birthday? She wanted to know so much information about the girl couldn’t come up with even a vague rationalization for doing so. To look Tara Maclay up in the system would invade the girl’s privacy and be completely inappropriate.
She pulled the door shut behind her and walked quickly out toward the quad. She glanced both ways before realizing that she was acting guilty and then assumed a more casual stride. As predicted, Tara was sitting under the same tree. Her eyes were shut as if she were meditating and Willow noticed that she felt calmer the moment she laid eyes on the beautiful woman.
Not wanting to interrupt, Willow slowed her step and then stopped walking about fifteen feet from the tree. She was trying to decide whether to turn around and go back to her classroom when Tara’s eyes popped open, locking on Willow. When Tara slowly smiled, Willow couldn’t have turned around if she had wanted to.
“Willow,” Tara whispered under her breath as the redhead approached.
“Hi, Tara,” Willow said nervously as she stood a few feet from the student, “you said last week that you always have lunch out here and I kind of took that as an invitation I guess. You know, an invitation to come and join you, but maybe not. But I took it that way so I wasn’t sure but I didn’t want to be rude by not coming out to say hi. Hi.”
Her cheeks burned red as she saw the way Tara was first grinning, then smiling, and finally laughing out loud at her endless babble. For anyone else to laugh at Willow would cause her endless embarrassment and probably make her want to sink into the ground or wish for frogs to rain from the sky on their head. But hearing Tara’s laugh, all Willow could think was that she wanted to hear it again and again.
“Then it’s the treat of my day,” Tara answered flirtatiously. As she did, she couldn’t believe how she sounded:
Oh Goddess, I’m flirting with a student. I have to stop this. Even if she is totally adorable and smiling at me and standing there and… ”Do you want to sit down?” the blonde asked.
“If I’m not interrupting you,” Willow answered as she took a seat.
“I was just m-meditating for a few minutes,” Tara explained, “have you ever t-tried it?”
“A little,” Willow admitted, “I kind of have trouble stilling my mind.”
“I have some good exercises…,” Tara answered, “if … I mean if you w-wanted to …” She trailed off completely.
What are you doing Tara Maclay? Asking a student on a meditation date? What’s wrong with meditating? Tara’s internal battle would have been completely obvious to Willow had the redhead not been thinking about the offer to meditate with the blonde. She gulped loudly as she pictured it: candles around the room, the two girls sitting across from each other, their eyes closed as they held hands. She couldn’t possibly say yes. It just wouldn’t be right. “That would be great,” she answered enthusiastically.
“Great,” Tara smiled warmly. “Today I have p-plans. How about t-tomorrow?”
“Tomorrow would be great,” Willow agreed, “just great.”
“Meet here about 4:00?” Tara offered. As Willow nodded the blonde asked, “Where do you want to go?” She thought about the condition of her apartment, the possibility of Faith being there, and the amount of demon fighting and magical supplies strewn about and prayed that Willow wouldn’t suggest Tara’s place.
“My house?” Willow offered with a question. She took note of the students all moving inside and Tara gathering her lunch things together. As soon as the words were out of her mouth she wanted to slap herself. First, it was completely inappropriate to invite the girl to her house and second, she couldn’t possibly try to relax with Buffy and Dawn around. They would probably be wandering in and out, making rude comments, or teasing the two girls. Not to mention, the weapons and magic supplies all over the house. Ok, the magic supplies weren’t a problem because Tara was apparently a witch.
But…
Tara didn’t know that Willow was a witch. More importantly, Tara didn’t’ know that Willow knew that Tara was a witch.
At that point in her thinking, Willow began giggling at her internal babble. “My parents will be at work until late so we can have the house to ourselves,” she offered as she marveled at her quick thinking.
“G-great,” Tara agreed as the two girls walked into the school building. Students were rushing to their next classes and Willow and Tara felt themselves being jostled by the crush. Seeing a student about to rollerblade into Tara, Willow reached out to grab the blonde by the forearm and pull her forward, away from danger.
This time the redhead recognized the electric spark that flooded her body, radiating out from where her palm met Tara’s arm.
Of course, she realized,
it’s because she’s a witch! The shocked look on the blonde’s face made it clear that Tara still didn’t understand the source of their connection. Willow looked at the quickly clearing halls and decided that she couldn’t possibly explain right now. “I have to get to class,” she said.
“R-right,” Tara stuttered, still shocked by the intensity of their connection as well as by Willow’s actions. She had seen the student coming but couldn’t move fast enough so she wasn’t confused by Willow’s pulling her closer but the intense feeling rushing through her body when they touched was intoxicating and amazing. As Willow turned and headed toward the Math wing, Tara could only wave lamely before returning to the English wing.
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