W/T Season 3 Y'all by JustSkipIt

Disclaimer: Willow and Tara and any other character that appeared in the syndicated television show "Buffy the Vampire Slayer" is property of Joss and Mutant Enemy, I’m only borrowing them and am not making any money off them Thanks.

Author's Notes: You remember how Willow was in a coma and came out of it in Becoming? And how Buffy was accused of killing Kendra? Well, Willow’s parents actually took some notice of those events. That and the fact that when they got to the hospital, she had a boyfriend they had never met: a musician! So they did what any caring loving parents would do. That’s right: stay home more and pay more attention to their daughter right? Wrong! They sent her to boarding school out in the beautiful Hill County of Texas.

Summary: Willow's parents send her to boarding school for her senior year. And guess who's there?

Willow and Tara lay on Tara’s bed. Willow was reading King Lear out loud to the blonde while Tara gave her a backrub. They had worked out the system so that each was getting something out of the deal, not that Tara didn’t get something out of it too. The opportunity to run her hands over her girlfriend’s soft flesh, Oh Goddess. Sometimes she felt that they could go on touching forever. Of course, then life intervened.

Although Willow had already read the play twice and completed her essay comparing the work and One Thousand Acres. It was tiring work and the two took a break after every act. Presumably, the breaks were intended to allow both girls to rest their brains and Willow to rest her mouth. But… Willow’s mouth never got that much rest when she was with Tara. And she didn’t want it to.

That first night: the night that Tara first kissed her, was heaven. At times she couldn’t believe that the blonde had kissed her but she thanked every God and Goddess and some other creatures just for good measure that she had. That night, the two girls explored each other with soft kisses, pecks really and hugs, and confessions of how much they wanted this. No tongue even, just kisses and hugs and falling asleep together knowing how right it felt.

In the early morning, feeling the coolness and dew, they moved inside to share Tara’s bed. Waking to a panic as Tara’s roommate Alyson came in, Willow nearly dived under the covers. But Alyson came through for the couple: "Wow, way to go Tara! I mean hey, Good Morning." All three girls laughed. Since Alyson frequently didn’t come home at all, ignoring the curfew which really only mattered if you came home, the girls usually had either Willow’s or Tara’s bed to choose from to spend the night together.

Finishing the third act, Willow turned over quickly, grasping Tara’s wrists and pulling the larger girl down on top of her. The soft kiss quickly turned more passionate as Tara’s tongue darted to explore Willow’s yielding mouth. The exchange of tongues between the two quickly raised the level of passion as did their bodies so close together. Roaming hands caressed the edge of breasts, cupping the soft tissue through clothes.

Panting, Tara pulled away from the action: "Willow… need… need… uh… ok… thoughts…Oh Goddess…". Moving from the bed, she took a few steps toward the door, "Hey sweetie, how about we go get some coffee at the canteen."

Tara took a deep breath, "Nothing’s wrong. I mean everything is right and this is so perfect and …" "But…" "Well, I get so, I mean and I don’t think, I mean, I mean I’m not ready and I don’t think you’re ready and we’re not ready and my head knows that but my body starts talking back. Oh Goddess it talks back!" She felt relieved to have it out but surprised to see Willow nodding and smiling: "Hey, what are you smiling at?"

"The hotness of you doofus," Willow laughed. Patting the bed next to her, Willow said, "Come here for a minute baby." As the blonde sat down, Willow took her hands in her own, kneeling on the floor in front of her and locking their eyes together. "Tara, I know what you mean. I mean, I get the same way and my body wants to take over but you’re right; we’re not ready. But you feel so right; this feels so right and I want to be so close to you." She took a deep breath, "sure, let’s go get some coffee."

Taking Willow’s hand as they walked from the room, Tara asked, "so tell me about the mall. You blew up the mall?"

"Really? Ok, well, really Buffy blew up the mall or at least some of the mall. Some bad guys built a monster called the Judge—couldn’t be destroyed by any weapon forged, blah blah blah. Xander and Cordelia and Oz and I stole a rocket launcher. Buffy used it to blow up the monster and we all picked up the pieces."

"Wow, cool in a totally dangerous and destructive way. How did you steal the rocket launcher?"

"Well, for Halloween that year, we all kind of turned into our costumes. Xander turned into a soldier boy and he remembered his stuff and knew how to steal and use the weapon," Willow explained.

Tara couldn’t pass up what seemed like an opportunity to tease the redhead: "Kind of how?"

Tara suddenly turned, pressing Willow up against a tree. It didn’t take much pressure to get the redhead to acquiesce. Softly kissing and licking her neck, Tara whispered, "What were you wearing baby?"

Attending to the other side of Willow’s neck, she explained, "I said, what were you wearing?"

Darting her tongue into the redhead’s ear, she prompted, "and what did she dress you in?"

Taking Willow by the hand and pulling away from the tree, Tara groaned, "Yummy."

Willow moaned softly as she felt Tara’s weight press against her. The softness of skin. Of all skin. Finally. And oh so soft. And so hot. And so wet. And, and, and. She was lost in the feeling of kisses and touches and movement and eternity. Reaching to pull the blonde closer. As Tara pulled away, Willow spread her legs, allowing Tara’s returning leg to press between them, onto her wetness. She groaned out loud with the contact.

"Mmmm. No, Ms. Benson’s out again," Willow answered, opening her eyes suddenly, she looked at the blue eyes smiling at her, "Tara?"

Tara smiled down at her girlfriend, laying her body alongside the redhead’s in the bed: "Was I in it?"

"Ummm, let’s just say that it was very uhhh exciting and even the frogs were impressed," Willow answered.

"Glad to impress them. At least they weren’t attacking this time," the blonde teased. Moving from the bed, she grabbed a pile of envelopes, "The office asked me to bring these up to you. Too full for your box Ms. Early Admission envelopes from MIT, Harvard, Yale, Duke, Cambridge, and Oxford," she said tossing the pile on the bed. "Hmmm. I wonder what made them think I would run into you today," she smiled at the redhead.

Willow looked through the pile before opening a letter in a business envelope. Her face turned a darker and darker shade as Tara watched curiously. "Unbelievable! No actually not unbelievable, actually totally believable and totally predictable. But Phooey!" she yelled, handing Tara the letter.

"I’m sorry baby," Tara offered, "Your mother’s teaching on Sociology of Parenting!?"

"Yeah I know: Irony’s kind of ironic that way. It’s just so typical. I mean she couldn’t even call me and now I can’t go home and see everyone for Thanksgiving or even Christmas because it doesn’t fit her schedule. And no one will be here and I’ll be all lonely all vacation," Willow cried as she talked, waving the letter as she paced the room.

Moving to hold her girlfriend as she cried, Tara whispered, "Actually not all alone. I’ll be here for both."

Willow’s head snapped up: "What? You’re not going home? Why not? Oh, never mind, forget I asked that. So I can stay with you? And get to see you for days with no one else around? Wow, that’s the best letter ever. Plus which, money, yeah!" She concluded kissing the blonde repeatedly.

Tara laughed as she absorbed the kisses all over her cheeks, lips, and eyelids: "Yeah Great. But you are in big trouble missy!"

Willow pulled back shocked, "What? I mean did you find out about the … uh I mean nothing."

Willow looked duly admonished: "Day after Thanksgiving. Big one – eight. Hey, I thought you were all with the snooping in people’s private files. How come you didn’t know it?"

Now it was Tara’s turn to laugh, "I haven’t looked in your file since that first time. I figured anything important you’d tell me. Plus which, not exactly what I’m supposed to do at the administrative job. Oh Goddess. I almost forgot: speaking of the administrative office. Ms Geller asked to see you sometime today during a break. She sounded like it was kind of urgent." As Willow turned pale, Tara continued, "but she didn’t sound like it was bad or anything."

Willow grabbed her shoes before kissing her girlfriend and heading out the door: "Hey, I’ve got an hour before calculus. I’ll get a shower and go see what she needs. See you before dinner?"

Willow literally jumped up from her desk chair as she heard the knock, opening the knock and pulling Tara into the room while kissing her passionately. Tara responded before pulling back, "Hey baby, not that don’t appreciate it but what’s up? Too many mochas?"

"Nope but I’ve got good news and other good news. Well, ok, good news for me but not for everyone, but for you and me. Yeah!"

Tara smiled, dropping to sit cross-legged on the floor: "Ok, sweetie spill. You have me sufficiently curious now."

Willow started pacing the room, her excitement too much to sit still: "I went to see Ms Geller and well, long story short: Ms Benson is pregnant right? Well she’s having a hard pregnancy and got put on bed rest. So they need someone to teach the computer lab and asked if I wanted to do it. Apparently they called Synder and the worm actually said that I’d taught Jenny’s classes for the rest of last year, after she… Well, ok. So they asked me to teach it."

Tara smiled broadly: "That’s great honey. You taught last year? Jenny was a teacher? I didn’t know that. I figured she was a student like y’all. So you said yes? Is that good? Do you like teaching?"

Willow continued her excitement: "Oh Goddess, I love teaching. It’s so interesting and exciting and I learn way more trying to figure out how to explain a concept than I do just doing the thing. I mean it’s like that with your teaching riding right? And I get pretty broad authority on what to teach."

Smiling back Tara answered, "Yeah. I do love it. I get to introduce more people to working with horses which I love so much. You’ll get to see it in a few weeks when you start class."

"Well, I just said that my time might be better spent preparing for class and that I was sure that I could be a better teacher with that extra time to prepare," she smiled her innocent, cute smile at the blonde who reached out a hand to tackle her. Pressing her body down on the smaller girl, Tara smiled, "I understand but I’m going to get you on a horse someday sweetie," before completely capturing the redhead’s lips with her own.

After a few moments, Willow jumped up: "Hey, that’s not all the good news. Now for the really great news. First, you should repeat after me: ‘Willow Rosenberg is a genius.’"

"Wait a minute, maybe I did this in the wrong order," Willow sat down on the floor again holding Tara’s hands and looking in her eyes, "Tara, will you go on a date with me?"

Tara laughed, "Of course Willow, I’d love to go on a date with you. Where? When?"

Willow relaxed a little, "Great. Now it’s in order. Here," she indicated some pages she pulled from her printer. Sitting by the blonde, she pointed to the page, "Look I made us reservations at a Bed & Breakfast outside Fredricksburg. It’s great. It has a fireplace and a claw-foot tub and double bed and front porch to watch the sun set. I made reservations for Wednesday to Saturday around Thanksgiving and my birthday. And on Friday they light up the city’s Christmas lights and they’re supposed to be amazing."

"What? I mean what? What happened to ‘Willow Rosenberg is a genius’ and ‘I’d love to go on a date with you’?"

"Willow, that’s not just a date. That’s a weekend away. And not that I don’t want to spend a weekend with you and in a claw-foot and double bed and all that because believe me, I do. But I can’t let you pay for something like that and we know that I can’t pay for it. Plus, we need to be studying for the SAT the first week of December. Well, maybe you don’t, but I really do sweetie," Tara pleaded.

Willow took a deep breath as she again lifted Tara’s chin to look in her eyes, "You know I like to look at your beautiful eyes right?" As the blonde nodded, Willow continued, "Ok, how about if I address each objection one at a time and then you can decide ok?" Again met by a nod, Willow explained, "First the studying: so we study while we’re there. No TV, no VCR, none of that so we study and spend time together and read and laugh and whatever. If you want, I’ll make up a schedule, ok so far?"

"Ok, now the money. Sweetie, I really don’t know how to handle that long term. The sad fact is that I have money and you don’t. I didn’t do anything to get that money but I have it. And the thing is that my mother sent me all this money for me to enjoy the holiday and my birthday and what I want to do is go to this inn for the weekend and have this beautiful romantic and wonderful time. But how can I do that without you? I mean I can’t imagine that there’s anything in my life, any experience, any trip, any movie that would be as good without you there and I want you with me. I’m going to spend the money on something so why not on something that we both enjoy?"

Tara looked at completely love-filled eyes, "Wow. That’s really beautiful. I mean, yeah it’s hard because I don’t have any money but I want you to enjoy your holiday and your birthday so that point is settled. But how will we get there sweetie? It’s like 60 miles to Fredricksburg."

Willow smiled again, "You will want to continue with the ‘Willow Rosenberg is a genius’ chorus."

"Well, when I was negotiating about teaching, I asked if we could use the truck to go away for Thanksgiving weekend and Ms Geller said sure."

"Nope. Not kidding at all. In fact she said it sounded like a great idea, very romantic," Willow smiled completely pleased with herself.

Tara paled at the statement, "Oh Goddess. She said that? She knows? I mean not that it’s not ok for people to know about us. I mean I want everyone to know but she knows that we’re going away for the weekend. What will she think about us? I mean what does she think we’re going to do? Oh Goddess."

If Willow hadn’t seen how upset her girlfriend was, she would have laughed; instead she again looked in her beautiful eyes, "Yes, baby she knows. She thinks it’s great. And whatever she thinks about our going away together, that’s none of our business. We know where we are in our relationship and that’s all that matters." She concluded kissing the blonde deeply.

Willow responded in kind, "oh yeah, I’m planning to keep you for a long time. Let me show you some of what I want to do during that time," she teased, pushing the blond to the floor and pressing their bodies together.

That figures, Willow Rosenberg, Ms Education-girl is intently listening to Ms T prattle on about trench warfare without even looking up from the podium for the last 20 minutes.

Ok, I’ll bite. Ok, not much but a little but you already know that. What’s so interesting?

They’re adorable. I can see both of them just barely poking out from your hair. They look so soft and sweet and kissable

awww. And now they are turning all red. That is just so cute, cuter than before. But I digress. Then there’s your hair that I’m looking at. It is so blonde and soft and I am thinking about running my fingers through it. I love that you know. And I love to just twirl it on my finger when I’m idly playing with it or run my entire hands through it when I pull your beautiful lips to mine.

Gulp. Um I can see why you’re not bored. Maybe I should have sat behind you today.

Willow Rosenberg!? What a dirty mind. You can’t even see those parts. But… what a dirty mind. Mmmm.

Are you sure you want to know? You might turn red or even have some other reaction (I certainly hope)

Ok, Gulp from me now. Let’s just say that I’m finding this to be a pretty exciting hour.

What’s that? What’s that? How did you survive 12 years of school without playing anywhere but here? Just when I think that I can get used to all the y’alls and best and fixin ta, I learn some educational staple completely missing from the Texas experience.

Ok, it goes like this. Someone asks "any where but here?" and you answer with your fantasy of where to be and what to be doing.

Hey, easy on Texas. I recall you wanting to hear me talk Texan the other night. Or was that someone else?

Hey now, there better not have been anyone else in your bed in the middle of the night.

Then someone threw a note on my desk asking if this was the single most boring hour of my life so far.

Ok, gulp times 10. Oh Goddess baby. That’s. Uh. Yeah. Not boring. Uh. Gulp. Sorry I interrupted you.

So sweetie, anywhere but here. And be careful, Ms T has actually looked up at us a few times. Don’t want her to come along and take this note

Ok. It’s a beautiful sunny day. You and I are riding Chestnut—bareback. I am sitting behind you. My arms are wrapped loosely around you as I hold the reins. My forearms lightly touch your sides and rest on your thighs which are warm from the heat of the sun. Occasionally, I run my forearms up your sides, grazing the sides of your breasts.

Oh crap! Ms T just walked by. Glad I got this put away before she saw. Now where was I?

Oh, I know: you are sitting between my legs, pressed up against me. Every step that the horse takes causes you to jostle slightly against the tight material of my jeans. Taking the reins in one hand, I use the other to brush the hair from your neck to the side.

I can see the covering of freckles on the back of your tender neck. I lean forward and lightly brush my lips over a few of them, feeling you press your body more securely into

Willow and Tara took a quick look at the cabin as the carried their belongings in. It was early Thanksgiving Day. The drive out to the Bed & Breakfast was beautiful and Tara drove much slower than usual as they enjoyed the scenery. Checking in they were very pleased with the friendliness of the owners. They were an older couple who just loved the property and visiting with the people who came to stay. They asked both girls to call them Kristine and Tony. Willow giggled repeatedly as she noted that Tara simply couldn’t bring herself to call them by their first names and reverted to "Yes mam" or "No sir" automatically.

Kristine insisted that the two girls join them for Thanksgiving dinner around 6:00. She would be glad to make them a picnic basket on Friday for just another $15. When she asked for id for the wine, Willow smoothly handed over a credit card. Tara was shocked as she noted that the owner appeared to take the credit card as id enough.

Now the girls were alone in the cabin, having brought in their belongings. Both girls had a small travel case and backpack with their study materials. Tara also had a box which was taped shut and which she was very pointedly indicating was a surprise. She assumed that Willow would be childish about presents and surprises and had not been disappointed as the redhead heckled her with questions about hints and when would she get what was in the box and was it animal, vegetable, or mineral and the like.

As Willow stepped out onto the porch she called to her girlfriend, "Hey Tara, come out here for a second."

"This thermometer says it’s 24 degrees. What’s the deal? I want to go for a long walk with you and it’s freezing," Willow noted petulantly.

"Well sure it does, but not in Texas. Isn’t this the land of sun and all that. I got off that train and thought I’d melt. Of course, you were in long sleeves and boots, but that’s beside the point. Why the cold here?"

"Ahhh, poor baby, reality sets in," Tara teased, "Yes, it gets hot here in the summer and sometimes cold here in the Winter. We have seasons. No seasons in California?"

Stepping inside and pulling the blonde with her, Willow considered it, "Well actually not so much. Pretty constant weather year-round at least in Sunnydale." Pulling Tara toward the bed, she grinned, "I wonder if we can find something to do to keep us warm."

After a few minutes of enjoying the hospitality of the large bed, Tara pulled away: "ok, I do feel warm but I think I’ll start the fire anyway. We can do some studying and take frequent breaks before dinner."

"Well, they invited us. It’s Thanksgiving. We said yes. We’ll eat too much and lay about like pigs and probably feel sick," she smiled.

"No, I know what Thanksgiving is. What’s the deal on the word ‘dinner’? Sometimes you say let’s go get dinner at noon and sometimes at 5 or 6 and sometimes you say lunch and sometimes you say supper and I can’t pick up a pattern. Is it Texan for something?"

Tara laughed as she loaded some large logs into the fireplace, "Baby, it’d be easier to understand Y’all I think. Basically lunch is always the noon meal, supper is usually the evening meal, and dinner can be either but usually a big or fancy meal or your major one of the day. My advice is don’t try to figure it out—just eat if someone says ‘dinnertime.’" She turned away from the fireplace, a roaring fire burning already and joined Willow on the large bed to kiss her once again.

As Tara leaned in to kiss the redhead, Willow suddenly got up shouting, "Hey!" leaving Tara to fall forward onto the bed. "Hey, how did you do that so quick?"

"You lit it by magic?" Willow asked. The redhead was almost jumping up and down in excitement. "Are you that powerful? Can you teach me? Can we do spells together?"

Tara laughed before answering, "Of course we can do some spells together. I’d like to work on increasing my power too. But the fire spell is one of the easiest. Do you want me to show you before we study?"

Willow ran to the other room to grab a glass of water, running back toward the fireplace, "Yes. Let’s do it right now. I’ll put out the fire so I can restart it." Just before she could throw the water, she felt Tara’s hand on hers, "Hey sweetie, I know you’re excited, but don’t wet the wood. Leave that fire burning and we’ll make another one over there ok?"

Tara got a small metal pot from the kitchenette and put it in the middle of the floor adding some dry kindling. Sitting by the pot, she patted the floor across from her. "Come here Willow. Ok, now you’ve done some elementals I know. I know about the air elemental, what else?"

"Ok yeah, the air elemental and a few times I tried the ice to fire spell but just ended up with spark holes on my bedspread and wet spots where the ice melted."

"Ok, let’s go back. How did you channel the energy for the spells. What were you thinking about or feeling when you did the air elemental?" Tara explained.

"Well, ok, I was thinking like air and lightness and beauty and suddenly I had someone with long blonde hair and blue eyes in my head. Then I suddenly had jeans and boots and beautiful laughter in my head. Then on the third try I got it," Willow explained.

Tara laughed, "woo hoo! I got in your spell. Baby you were definitely in mine that night so it makes sense." She took a breath before starting to explain: "Ok, now first, I’ve been doing magic for as long as I can remember. My mother was a witch. My grandmother was a witch. I grew up in the Wiccan religion. That means it’s sacred to me. My power, the power of nature which is all the same thing is sacred to me both as a gift and a responsibility. My strongest gift is empathy, kind of emotional healing and support."

Willow interrupted, "that explains it! I always found that when you touched me I felt better if I was upset. You were using your magics!"

Tara smiled, "Well yes I always use it when I see someone in pain and you were very obviously in pain. Anyway, I was saying: The source of power or magic is nature. The source of everything is nature and everything is nature. That’s where we get the power to do magics. It requires respect and reciprocity to take energy from the earth and give it back. You’re going to pull energy from the earth and create fire from that."

"Right. It’s all nature," Tara agreed. "Now in a minute here’s what I want you to do. I want you to close your eyes and feel your connection to the earth through your body. Allow that energy to pass through you and send it back to the earth. You will feel a sort of tingling or at least I always do. When that has built up, get a picture in your mind of the kindling in the pot. Then get a picture in your mind of that kindling starting to light and the fire starting to grow as it would if you lit it."

Tara smiled, "I’m going to monitor and help you. I’ll see where you are blocked and where your channels are open. If you are actively doing magic, I will have a much easier time tracing you. I’ll guide you and augment your power. Sound good?" As Willow nodded, Tara held out her hands, obviously wanting the two to hold hands.

"Ok, cast the circle for both of us, then close your eyes and start," Tara directed.

Willow did as instructed. She began to concentrate on the feeling of nature like Tara had instructed. She could feel a tingling on her skin where it contacted Tara’s skin, like a flow between the two that was exciting in more ways than one. She began to feel the flow of nature just as Tara had said and exchanged that flow with the earth.

Tara was instinctively surprised at the power of the connection with Willow. She had done spells frequently with her mother and grandmother before but never had she felt a connection like this. As she analyzed the feeling, a blush crept over her face as she knew why that connection was never as strong with the other women. With a corner of her mind she remembered her mother once making a comment that some women felt very powerful connections on many levels with their spell partners. She felt the moment that Willow attempted to light the kindling.

Willow tried not to give in to disappointment, as she knew instinctively that the kindling was not lit. She redoubled her efforts feel the connection to nature before trying again. She also knew that Tara would help her if she got in trouble.

Tara had to consciously block her emotions from entering the magical connection as she felt shock in her examination of Willow’s power. She felt an enormous energy potential as soon as she began the analysis. The energy was currently mostly dormant but very present nonetheless. She left that center to complete her analysis and then gave a few nudges to her partner to help her with the kindling.

Both women felt shared joy and excitement as they felt and heard the tiny flames grow to engulf the kindling in the pot. They opened their eyes with additional sparkles to share. As Willow uncast the circle, they separated their hands.

"What? Are you upset about that? I had to curse Angel. Jenny should have but… well she figured out the spell and I did it. Actually I did it twice. It was amazing, a huge power took over my body and soul," Will expressed her excitement.

Tara reached out to touch the redhead, "Ok honey. Um I don’t know how to say this but it, um, left something."

"It left potential there. Um, powerful potential but also darkness potential. You see, curses aren’t a part of our magics, of Wiccan magic. That’s dark magic and apparently when you did such powerful magics it left a print on you."

Willow looked at Tara stricken, "What? So I’m dark? So I can’t do magic? What does it mean?"

Tara brushed the wisps of hair from the other girl’s head, leaving her hand making the contact: "Willow. That’s not what I’m saying. Ok. Let me see if I can explain. When you do things on the computer it leaves a trace right?" Willow nodded. "Ok, this is like that. Every spell you do leaves a trace a footprint on your magical soul. Right now that spell is the most powerful thing you have done and it has a huge mark. But as you progress through your training, you will add more footprints of light magic and healing energy. That mark won’t ever go away but it will not be dangerous. The important thing is always your intention. If your intention is pure, your magic will be too. Ok love?" Willow nodded before pulling Tara in for a desperate kiss.

It was late before Willow and Tara made it back to the cabin. They had spent the rest of the day studying for their upcoming exams and then gone to Thanksgiving dinner. The dinner with Kristine and Tony had lasted for hours as their children and grandchildren came and went, eating, playing games, and singing songs. Quickly lighting the fire and getting into bed, the two girls started cuddling and talking.

As Willow nodded, she placed Tara’s hair behind her ear. "What are you thinking about?"

Tara lay down with her head on Willow’s shoulder as Willow ran her hand through Tara’s hair: "Well, she was amazing really, very kind and smart, a powerful witch and healer. She was a midwife and she and my grandmother delivered most of babies in our county. My grandmother was my mother’s midwife. She taught biology at the junior high and had the most amazing singing voice I have ever heard. Amazingly kind and loving."

"Just like her daughter," Willow echoed as she embraced her crying girlfriend and stroked her.

The two rested like that for a few minutes before Tara pulled back to look at the redhead, a devious look in her eyes, "So, looking forward to your birthday sweetie?"

"Yep, birthday rules. They go like this: On your birthday you are the queen/king for the day; whatever you say goes. You get the front seat without having to call it and get to pick what’s for dinner or where to go and eat and everyone is nice to you and all of your presents will come wrapped in birthday paper on time with a ribbon and bow." Willow smiled broadly as she finished the speech to Tara’s guffaw.

"Mmm hmmm," Tara considered. "Well, ok, then you will be the queen for the day. I’m pretty excited about it too. Plus which you’ll be 18 which is a big thing. It means that I can …" she leaned down and whispered something in Willow’s ear before continuing, "… without breaking the law."

Willow gasped in surprise: "Ms Maclay, what language!" She teased, "I didn’t know breaking the law was the reason we were waiting?"

Tara pressed her body down on her girlfriend’s: "Oh it’s not, it was just fun to see the look of shock on your face when I said that." She kissed Willow deeply for a few minutes as their passion grew.

Willow pulled back, "well that’s good since what you just described will still be illegal tomorrow."

Willow laughed, "Seriously, I was reading some stuff on gay rights online. The act you mentioned as well as …" she now whispered in the blonde’s ear "… and …" "are illegal for anyone in this state."

Tara looked totally shocked, "Wow really. That sucks, no pun intended. People really do that third thing you said?"

Willow again laughed, "They must baby or it wouldn’t be illegal. But I don’t think anyone pays any attention to those laws. I mean everyone around here seems pretty nice and in a pretty good mood and everything."

As both girls laughed to that bit of logic, Tara again nestled into Willow’s side, rubbing her hand on the redhead’s stomach. As she drifted to sleep she whispered, "I love falling asleep in your arms, love." Willow just mumbled back, "mmmm baby."

Willow woke to very quiet singing from someone with a truly beautiful voice. Not just anyone with a beautiful voice but a very beautiful someone with a very beautiful voice: her girlfriend Tara. The realization made her smile without even opening her eyes. And the song was very familiar too:

As she enjoyed the soft wakeup, Tara kissed her on the forehead, cheeks, finally lips. Willow attempted to pull her girlfriend in for a closer and more intimate kiss but Tara pulled slightly away.

As the redhead began to make her lips into a pout, Tara smiled, "Good morning sweetie. Happy Birthday. Ready for your first surprise?"

Willow nodded yes like an expectant child, closing her eyes, and holding out her hands as if expecting a present. Rather than feeling a present thrust into her grasp, she felt Tara take her hands in her own. The electric feeling of their intense connection began to flow through her body and the redhead let out an almost inaudible groan. Again Tara leaned forward and lightly kissed Willow’s lips.

"Sweetie for the first surprise of many, you have to follow me. I want you to keep your eyes closed and hold my hands. I’ll lead you and won’t let you bump into anything ok?"

"Well, I don’t know what the surprise is or where we are going, but um, I’m wearing just a t-shirt and panties," Willow finished.

Gently Tara guided her girlfriend through the cabin. As Willow moved through the room, she could detect the scent and heat of the roaring fire in the fireplace and she wondered how long Tara had been awake. To her the only bad thing about this day was that she had already been awake for 4 minutes without seeing her Tara for more than a few seconds. Next, she smelled the light scent of honeysuckle and vanilla.

Tara kissed the redhead again before informing her, "you can open your eyes now."

Willow opened her eyes to take in the bathroom. The clawfoot tub was filled with bath water and bubbles that filled the entire thing. The bubbles actually towered over the tub edges and some spilled onto the floor. Candles filled the room, creating the pleasing and gentle scents. Tara had also sprinkled rose petals in the bathtub and around the room. Willow gasped as she took in the scene.

Seeing her girlfriend’s pleasure, Tara explained, "Willow, this is just the first of many presents for the day."

Willow nodded dumbly at Tara’s thoughtfulness and care. Gulping hard, she stammered, "wow. I mean wow. And wow. Um. But. Um. Well."

Tara reached out and lightly touched the redhead’s hand, "Sweetie. I’m going to step out for a few minutes and get your next surprise ok? Why don’t you get into the tub and let me know when you are in?" Willow nodded her agreement and let out the breath she had been holding.

A few minutes later, Willow heard Tara enter the bathroom, closing the door to keep the heat inside the room. Willow lay in the bathtub enjoying the heat and large size of the tub. She had her head leaned back on the edge of the tub and her eyes closed but her body was completely covered in bubbles. Looking around, she saw a fully loving look in Tara’s eyes. In the blonde’s hands was a tray of fruit and croissants.

Willow nodded again, fully relaxed from the warm tub and Tara’s energy. First Tara handed the redhead her coffee, allowing her to drink from it before taking it back and setting it on the floor. Next, she took a strawberry from the tray. Lifting it to Willow’s lips, she locked her blue eyes on beautiful green ones. Slowly she trailed the berry over the redhead’s lips before lightly placing the tip inside Willow’s mouth. Completely entranced, Willow bit down, allowing a trail of juice to drip down her chin. As Tara leaned forward to lick the juice, Willow released a slight whimper.

Next, Tara fed Willow a slice of orange. This fruit made a larger trail of juice which Tara again licked from her face. As she pulled back to look at her hand, Tara teased, "now I have sticky orange juice on my fingers, what will I do?" Lasciviously she licked each finger before holding them up: "Hmmm, still sticky." Looking to Willow for any sign of disapproval, she slowly lowered her hand into the tub, brushing her hand lightly over the redhead’s knee before removing her hand to again give Willow more breakfast. Slowly and sensuously the two women ate the entire tray of fruit and bread. Tara’s light explorations of the redhead’s bare skin had been sensual without pushing boundaries.

As the water in the tub started to cool, Tara pushed pack onto her heels: "Ok Sweetie, I’m going to leave you to finish up in here. It’s warmer out so when you get back we can take a long walk and have a picnic for lunch." She leaned forward to kiss the redhead as Willow placed her hand on the back of Tara’s head. Capturing her lips, the redhead eased them open to dart her tongue inside the other woman’s mouth. Lips met tongue met breath met soul as their kiss deepened. Finally, Tara pulled back: "Take your time sweetie." She exited the room, pulling the door behind her as Willow released a slow moan.

After a few minutes, Willow emerged from the bathroom dressed in the outfit that Tara had left in there. Her still wet hair showed dark ringlets. She saw the blonde laying face down on the bed reading something. She approached quietly, stroking her hand lightly up the back of the blonde’s jeans before lowering her body on top of the other woman’s. As she pressed her smaller body down onto Tara’s she began to run her hands along her sides, hearing Tara moan quietly.

"No you didn’t say anything or no, please, don’t, stop?" Willow inquired, leaning forward to whisper in her girlfriend’s ear and licking the crest of that ear.

"Oh, so you didn’t say don’t stop? Do you want me to stop?" Willow continued to flick her tongue along her lover’s ear, moving to the neck to lick there.

Biting the lubricated neck lightly Willow continued teasing, "Oh, that’s so good. Because I really don’t want to stop. I never want to stop actually." Suddenly she felt her body raised and flipped onto the bed on her back. Tara rolled quickly so she now faced the redhead who lay on her back across the bed.

"Now what were you saying Ms Vixen?" the blonde asked, darting her tongue around Willow’s collarbone and nibbling at her neck.

"Who me?" Willow gave her best innocent look as Tara cracked up, rolling to her side on the bed.

As Willow jumped to roll Tara onto her back and roll on top of her she answered, "you couldn’t be any crazier about me than I am about you." Without waiting for an answer, she leaned in for a long passionate kiss. As the kiss lengthened and deepened, Willow’s hand strayed to the other woman’s breast. She felt heaven as she felt that soft warmth. Lifting a little, she moved her hand between the two bodies as she caressed the soft flesh, feeling the nipple hardening under her attention. At the same time Tara mimicked the movement on the other side to gently tease the redhead’s nipple.

Both women moaned their pleasure simultaneously. Taking the initiative, Willow sat up straddling the larger woman. Looking lustily in her eyes, she stripped off her blouse. Seeing the entranced look on Tara’s face, she continued by shedding her bra. She had never felt so exposed or open to anyone in her life. As she leaned in for another kiss, Tara pulled her close. The kiss grew from light and soft and loving to passionate and hungry, expressing the need both women felt. Tara moved her hands to caress her girlfriend’s small pert breasts as Willow gave out a groan. Tara moved her hands over the mounds, flicking her thumbs over the nipples and feeling their growing excitement. She could feel her own excitement building and didn’t know whether to continue or stop or where to stop. It was all so confusing. Her body said, "go, go, go" but her head said, "slow, slow, slow."

Guiding the smaller woman again onto her back, Tara leaned over gently blowing warm air onto first one and then the other nipple. Glancing to Willow to ensure that it was ok, she slowly lowered her head, licking her left breast. She made large circles, moving toward the nipple but slowly. Finally reaching the nipple, she flicked her tongue over the tip. Taking the hard nipple into her mouth, she began sucking lightly, hearing Willow groan again. Still rolling the other nipple in her other hand, she continued sucking this one, spurned on by Willow’s increasing moaning. As Tara pulled back to move toward the other nipple, Willow arched her back, pressing her nipple into the blonde’s mouth. Willow reached up to push Tara’s top over her head, followed by her bra. Moments later, she pulled the blonde down on top of her: "Tara, I want to feel your body on mine."

The skin of their chests and breasts rubbed together as both women luxuriated in this new and special contact. Willow reached up to pass her palms over Tara’s breasts, eliciting a groan from the blonde. She quickly raised her head to take one nipple firmly in her mouth. Rather than teasing and working up to it, she took the nipple between her lips and began sucking earnestly. Flicking her tongue, she pressed the nipple against her top teeth as Tara made indistinct sounds. Willow quickly moved to the other nipple, drawing it into her waiting mouth and bathing it in the same attention before pulling the blonde on top of her again to kiss her mouth deeply.

The two women kissed and hugged and touched for a long time as they explored each other’s bodies and their closeness. Finally, Willow looked down at the blonde with a smile, "Hey, I’m the queen. Where’s my presents?"

Tara laughed at her childlike girlfriend: "Ok sweetie. You have three presents. You get one now, one on our picnic, and one tonight. So do you want the one in the blue, green, or purple wrapping paper now?"

Pulling on her shirt again, Tara moved toward the mystery box taunting the redhead, "Blue, green, or purple?"

Pulling on her own shirt, Willow relented, "Ok, the blue one because blue is my favorite color. Particularly the blue of your beautiful eyes."

Willow tore the wrapping paper from the package finding a small box inside. Opening it, she found a stone about the size of a fist. The stone was polished with many colors. It was mostly gray but had flecks and swirls of blue and green. The two colors stood out on the stone as they intermingled and accented each other. "Oh Goddess, this is so beautiful baby. Thank you," Willow told the blonde.

"The first day that I met you," holding Willow’s hands Tara began to explain, "after I showed you your room, I went for a long ride. I went a way I don’t usually go and stopped to let Chestnut drink from a stream. As I sat down, this stone was right there. I knew right away that it was a sign but I didn’t know what. Now I do."

Willow pulled Tara in for a slow kiss before answering, "me too baby. It’s us. Together, inseparable and natural and beautiful and eternal." did I just say?

Pulling back from another kiss, Tara suggested starting on their picnic, teasing that Willow would get another present at the picnic. Willow readily agreed, teasing back that she had a "queen for the day" request.

"So I don’t get it. The kids sold the candy and the grownups ate it and acted like teenagers. What’s the point?" Tara asked.

"Well, apparently some demons needed to eat some babies and whoever came up with the idea figured teenage acting adults wouldn’t stop it."

"Well yeah, but apparently not before a lot of grownups did really stupid things," she chuckled.

"Well, Buffy’s mom and Giles. They were being teenagers and …" Willow explained.

Willow laughed loudly, "She was totally grossed out. I mean they’re like totally old you know? She had some worse updates too though. I missed quite a bit apparently."

"Well, apparently Xander allowed his hormones to take over. He and Faith slept together, yes I know – yuck. Cordelia found out and she dumped Xander. Somehow though she got hurt really badly and was in the hospital though. So she’s heartbroken I guess and also got a pipe through her abdomen. Buffy said she’ll be ok though but it’s hard on everyone there."

Tara held Willow’s hand, "wow, that’s a lot. Have you talked to Xander? What did he say? You really miss them a lot don’t you?"

"Yeah, I talked to him. He says it was a big mistake with Faith and he can’t believe that Cordelia won’t take him back. What an idiot." As she talked tears began rolling down the redhead’s face. "He’s an idiot but he’s my idiot and I love him. I love and miss them all you know?"

Tara gathered Willow in her arms as she cried out her sadness. Wiping her tears, Willow sat up smiling, "Actually you remember that I said I had a queen for the day request?"

"Well, ok, here it is and remember that you can’t say no because I’m the queen for the day and you have to agree ok?" Willow confirmed.

"Willow, I don’t like the sounds of this but I understand the rules," Tara agreed.

"Ok, well," Willow took a deep breath, "I really do miss them. I miss my Buffy and Xander and Giles. I even miss Sunnydale and the Hellmouth and Cordelia. So… I want to go home for a visit over Christmas break and I want you to go with me." She waited watching Tara’s face for some sign of what the other woman was thinking.

"Will you go with me baby? I want to introduce you to everyone," Willow urged, "I mean Buffy’s been giving me updates all along and I’ve been telling her some stuff but I really want her to meet my girlfriend."

Willow kneeled in from Tara, touching her on the chin so that she could see her eyes directly, "Maybe not in the first breath but yes, I want to introduce you as my girlfriend," she answered kissing Tara deeply.

Hugging her tightly, Tara answered, "Yes. I’d love to meet your friends Willow. But on one condition."

"What’s that?" Willow asked. At that moment she would have agreed to anything but she just wanted to know what.

"On the way, let’s stop and spend a few days at my folks, ok? Then they can meet you."

Kissing her girlfriend again, Willow agreed immediately, "Of course. I’d love to meet your family and see where you grew up and everything." She accompanied the agreement with a deep kiss, pushing Tara backwards onto the picnic blanket for some serious smooching.

The two girls had been kissing and touching for what seemed like hours. Willow started to notice that Tara was pulling away. "Hey baby, what’s wrong?"

Tara looked down at her hands for a moment before answering: "Just. Uh. You know. I need to take a break. Hey, you ready for your next present? I picked which one it was."

Noting that Tara had again leaned down to allow her hair to cover her eyes, Willow raised the blonde’s chin with her fingertip, taking both her hands in her own before speaking. "Let me see your eyes baby." As Tara nodded but kept eye contact, Willow continued: "Tara Maclay, I love being with you. I have never felt this way about anyone and I don’t want it ever to stop. When we’re ready, we’ll be ready. Both of us, ok?" As Tara nodded, Willow kissed her. As she finished, she jumped up altering the mood: "But hey, my pressie. Where is it? What is it? Now now now."

Tara laughed out loud at her girlfriend acting like a little child or at least like a birthday queen as she pulled the small wrapped package from her bag, "Happy birthday."

Sitting back down on the blanket, Willow took the package and carefully removed the wrapping to uncover a small leather covered book. She opened it to see that it was a very old spell book. Hugging Tara she expressed her joy: "Wow, this is great. A real spell book and we can do spells together and learn and grow. Thank you."

Pointing to the inset page, Tara explained, "This book belonged to my mother and her mother before her. It goes back six generations. My mother gave it to me and I’m giving it to you. It’s a really wonderful spell book and contains magic from each person who has held and used it."

Willow looked from Tara to the book before beginning to hand it back: "Tara, I can’t take this. It should stay in your family."

As Tara emerged from the bathroom, dressed for dinner, Willow felt her knees go weak. She realized that she had never seen the blonde in a dress. Actually she’d only seen her in jeans or the t-shirt and panties that they both slept in. Wow, jeans and boots or t-shirt and panties. Which is better? Arrrrggghhh. Oh, hey, girlfriend standing in front of you looking like you’re insane. Close mouth. Breathe. Speak "Wow. I mean wow. I. You. Wow," Willow stammered. The blonde wore a very simple blue dress that totally accented her eyes. The neckline was very low and Willow could see the tops of Tara’s soft breasts. Her hair was up with sticks through it and she was wearing very simple gold earrings. Willow kept looking from her girlfriend’s cleavage to her neck and back again.

Finally mastering the English language, Willow smirked, "Almost good enough to eat." Soon I hope

Crossing to kiss the redhead, Tara took another look at Willow. The redhead was wearing a green corduroy skirt with a dark sweater and brown boots. The entire effect was stunning and Tara was amazed that this was her girlfriend. "You look beautiful my queen," she complimented the redhead, kissing her briefly before taking her hand. "Come on, our reservations are at 7:00."

When she made the reservations at the B&B, Willow had asked for recommendations on a good Italian restaurant for her birthday. Their dining experience had certainly lived up to expectations. The food was excellent and the service was wonderful. The owner came over personally to wish Willow Happy Birthday and complimented both girls on their appearances. Of course, the credit card for wine trick didn’t work since it was clear that they were celebrating her 18^th birthday but neither girl minded. Plus which, they hadn’t drunk the bottle from the picnic lunch and it waited back at the cabin.

Leaning back, Willow commented, "I am so stuffed. I don’t think I could eat another bite." Just at that moment, she heard that familiar song as the wait staff and owner came to her table, presenting her with a special desert with two spoons. The entire restaurant clapped as the singing finished and Willow leaned over to kiss Tara. Tara was initially shocked at her girlfriend’s boldness but smiled broadly as she realized people were still clapping.

The desert turned out to be so good that the couple slowly ate the entire thing although they took many breaks to put down their spoons, saying that they were really done and too full and Goddess it was good. As they were nearing the end of the dish, Tara leaned across the table to whisper, "Too bad we didn’t get this to go. It would be so nice to lick this creamy stuff off your skin later." She was richly rewarded as Willow dropped her spoon and started stammering, "Uh. Uh. Well. Yeah."

Tara smiled across the table: "Have I ever told you how adorable you are when you can’t think of what to say?"

"Well, now that you mention it, no. But I knew it was something because you frequently leave me speechless." Smiling seductively at the blonde, she continued, "take me home baby."

"Of course," Tara answered, standing and taking Willow’s hand to lead her from the restaurant to the truck. As they got in the truck she teased, "don’t forget you have one more present to open. If you still want it that is."

"If I want it? If I want it? I’m the Queen. I get all my presents on time and wrapped with a bow. Yes I want it. Can I have it now? Please, please, please?" The redhead bounced on the seat.

Once at the cabin, Tara quickly got the fire going and poured two glasses of wine as Willow changed out of her fancy clothes. Before changing her clothes, she pulled a package from her bag. Handing it to Willow, she explained, "I’m going to go and change. You can open this and look at it. I’ll tell you all about it when I get back ok?"

Emerging from the bathroom, Tara was greeted by the sight of Willow laying face down on the bed. As the blonde joined her on the bed, she noted that Willow was slowly looking at her latest present: a partially filled sketch book. "Tara, this is amazing. I can’t believe that you can do this. I mean, I’ve never seen anything like it. Can you tell me all of them?"

Tara nodded, turning to the first page. As she narrated the drawings, she turned each page carefully: "This is how you looked when I drove up to pick you up at the station. This is you sleeping in the truck. There are a lot of you sleeping. I love to watch you sleeping or just waking. You’re such an angel. You working at your computer all involved in it and biting your lip. Me riding. Chestnut. Us walking across campus. You the moment before I kissed you on the roof."

Turning to the final page, she noted, "And my favorite." The last picture showed both girls in profile. They were leaning their foreheads together looking into each other’s eyes. Tara’s hands rested on Willow’s cheeks and Willow’s hands were around Tara’s neck. It was obvious from the picture that they had either just kissed or were just about to kiss and were 100% in their own world.

"Goddess baby, this is so wonderful. This is the best present I have ever gotten. And the best birthday. Everything is perfect." Willow stroked Tara’s hair as she kissed her softly. Lying on the pillow, she pulled the blonde with her. The girls kissed lightly and lovingly, enjoying the feeling of being together and so joined. They drifted to sleep, never aware where the waking ended and the sleep began.

2:13 Willow looked at her watch again: 2:13. 2:13? 2:13. It was 2:13 the last time I looked and 2:12 the time before that? What’s up? Maybe my watch is broken. Hey, the clock on the wall, I’ll check that . 2:13. Well, maybe the clock and watch are both broken? No that’s not it. Why is time going so slow? When will this hour be over? .

Willow had spent the last 45 minutes looking from the clock to the empty chair across the room - the chair that Tara should sit in. And now the chair that Tara wasn’t sitting in. Where was she? Where is she? Forget listening to the lecture or participating in the discussion. Willow Rosenberg, Ms-Discussion-girl couldn’t care less about the explanation for the abrupt ending of Huckleberry Finn. She cared about one thing: Where is Tara?

Ok, at least that part sent a smile across Willow’s face. Oh yes, she’d seen the blonde this morning, and every morning for over a month including the trip for her birthday. And she couldn’t imagine ever not wanting to see her Tara in the morning. And this morning she was fine when she headed down to the stables for work and then class. But now… and where was she and why not here and no note or anything. What time is it? 2:15? Goddess, I’m going crazy.

Or is she out riding and lost track of time and just didn’t come to class? Ok, now how likely is that? Like Tara misses classes. She’d have to be really hurt or sick or something. But my Tara hurt or sick? That can’t be. 2:16. Ok, Fuck This

Gathering her belongings and raising her hand, Willow waited for the teacher to note her before speaking quickly, "I’m not feeling well. I need to go ok?" Barely waiting for approval, she raced for the door, nodding to Alyson on the way.

Crossing the quad, Willow was torn. Should I go down to the stables or her room? Her room or my room? What if she’s not in any of those places? What then? Ok breathe, breathe, breathe.

Reaching her own room first, Willow threw down her book bag as soon as she realized that Tara was not there and headed out the door and for the stairs. At Tara’s room, she listened for a minute at the door before knocking quietly. She barely heard the quiet answer: "Come in."

Not hesitating for a second, she did just that. She crossed quickly to the bed where Tara was curled in a ball, dropping to her knees. "Tara?" Willow questioned when she realized that Tara’s eyes were closed. Tara nodded.

"What’s wrong baby? Are you sick? Do you need anything? Oh Goddess, do you need a doctor?" Willow was rapidly augmenting her panic with terror as she started thinking of everything that could be wrong with the blonde.

Tara smiled weakly, gasping for breath before answering, "No doctor sweetie. It’s nothing a few days won’t cure."

"A few days? A few days? Oh. Oh. Ok, stupid me-maybe Willow Rosenberg is not a genius. That took longer than it should. Did you take something? Do you need some Advil or a heating pad?"

Struggling to sit up Tara was struck by a particularly painful wave, grasping Willow’s outstretched hand, "took already. But it won’t help that much."

Climbing onto the bed to hold Tara from behind she asked, "did you try? Uh… well, you know, relieving it uh? Oh nevermind," she finished blushing bright red.

Placing Willow’s hand on her abdomen and starting it rubbing in a circular motion Tara answered quietly, "yes, I tried that. Nothing will help much. It just takes a day or two." Quietly she whispered, "that’s my price."

Continuing her rubbing motion, Willow expressed her confusion: "Your price for what baby?"

Struggling to speak through her obvious pain, Tara explained: "My m-m-magic. I’m a healer. I try to relieve s-s-suffering from other souls. Part of the way that I do that is to absorb it into my b-b-body. Because I worship the Goddess and the m-m-moon, when I do my moon ritual, I can cleanse the energy and deposit it back into the Earth, into nature. Usually my cycle is aligned with the moon but it got off this s-s-summer when I had the flu and now it’s early and I can’t c-c-cleanse till next week because of the moon cycle. In a few months my cycle will get aligned again and it will be f-f-fine."

Willow nodded, "well I don’t like it. My Tara is in pain and that’s not good. I don’t want my Tara in pain. Can’t you not do your healing until your cycle is aligned?"

Tara smiled softly at her girlfriend, "sweetie, that means I couldn’t h-h-help people. This is just the physical p-p-part of the emotional pain that people had and I tried to relieve. I can’t let others f-f-feel this if I can help it, even if it means pain for me."

"Ok, that makes sense and it is such a big part of what makes you you. But I don’t like to see you in pain. Hey, you know Nicki on the third floor? Well she’s always like totally stoned. What if I go and borrow a joint, would that help?"

Tara shot Willow a totally shocked look before answering, "Will, I didn’t know you noticed stuff like that. I mean you always seem to innocent and everything."

Willow smiled back, "well, I’m pretty innocent but I’d have to be deaf, blind, and dumb not to notice her. Anyway, do you want me to go get something? I can trade her a few candy bars or something."

Tara laughed in spite of her pain, "no baby. Save the candy bar for me later ok? Can you just h-h-hold me and keep rubbing my stomach while I fall asleep? You can get up after I nod off ok?"

Placing a kiss on her girlfriend’s forehead, Willow nodded. As she sat there holding the larger woman, she ran her fingers through the soft blonde hair and thought of what she had said that she couldn’t let others be in pain if she could help them. Thinking outloud she noted to the sleeping woman, "Goddess. You are the most giving person I have ever known Tara Maclay. Maybe that’s why I love you so much.

Willow didn’t knock before entering Tara’s room. The blonde never locked the door and neither did Alyson. Their theory apparently was that they had nothing to steal and anyone who tried obviously needed it more than they did. Of course with all her computer equipment and semi-legitimate to totally illegal paraphernalia in her room, Willow felt completely different. She entered quietly expecting to see Tara sleeping on her bed but found it empty. Oh baby, it’s too cold to be sleeping on the roof she worried moving to the window. She was surprised to find the window closed and Tara not on the roof.

Sitting on Tara’s bed, she wondered where the blonde could be. Both girls had their SATs this morning. Willow of course felt that it went very well. Tara had felt that it went well too but left the test with a very bad headache in addition to being really tired from the stress of preparing for the test along with all her other work. In the course of preparing they had come up with a strategy that they felt would help Tara do better on the parts of the test that involved less intense reading and comprehension. Then, she could return to those parts with the remaining time. As they left the test hall, Willow turned toward the cafeteria as Tara begged off from lunch saying that she just wanted to sleep off her headache and would eat dinner. Although the redhead tried to convince Tara to come and get something small, she could see that Tara was really hurting and said she would come up in a little while.

After eating and visiting with friends, Willow finally came up to check on Tara. And found her not in her room. She laughed as she realized where Tara must be and quickly returned to her own room. As she unlocked the door, she was pleased to see the blonde sprawled across her bed, sleeping peacefully.

Willow lightly sat on the bed, leaning against the headboard. With her motion, Tara stirred slightly and Willow pulled her closer. She had to strive to hear Tara speak moments later, "here, I got you a balloon sweetie," she mumbled in her sleep.

"Thanks baby," Willow answered quietly, not wanting to wake her from the obvious dream. She sat on the bed, running her hands through the blonde’s hair and humming every love song she could think of. The redhead was constantly amazed by the depth of her feeling for Tara. The comfort and safety she felt when she was with the blonde was unlike anything she had ever felt or even known was possible. She had never been with anyone who made her laugh so much or who she could make laugh—someone who appreciated all her quirky characteristics and encouraged Willow to be herself.

Closing her eyes, Willow thought again of their first kiss on the roof of the dorm. That kiss was like warm water, like soft petals, like the most perfect perfection that she had never dreamed. That kiss cemented every question she’d ever had to one truth. The truth of Tara. The truth of Tara and Willow. She could almost feel Tara’s lips on her own as she lay there, breathing in Tara’s unique scent.

That scent. Oh Goddess. It was the most amazing thing that Willow had ever known. It was 100% uniquely Tara. Although part of it was the shampoo that the blonde used, Willow had gotten under that layer to smell Tara’s skin. Her skin, like her mouth had a feel, a taste, a scent that could only be Tara. A sweetness and muskiness that Willow knew was totally different from her own. Meditating on that sensation, she wondered if Tara’s scent would be like that. What would she taste like when Willow twirled her on her tongue?

Months ago, Willow could not have even imagined a thought like that. To be fantasizing about making love with another woman. About tasting her essence? She certainly never had thoughts like that about Oz or any one else. All her sexual fantasies had been vague images of kisses or embraces, never to the detail of acts or giving or receiving the type of pleasure that she now frequently fixated on.

Now, she found herself moving toward that pleasure with a certain speed and knowing that the speed was too slow! She wanted to savor the movement and at the same time, wanted to reach her goal. She wanted to be closer with Tara than she had ever been with anyone, closer than anyone had ever been with anyone. To be fully united, fully open, fully loved and loving.

Lying there thinking these things, she couldn’t help but be aware of the effect these thoughts had on her body. Tara was sleeping between Willow’s legs, her body warming that intimate space. A space which she was very aware was growing wet with her thoughts and Tara’s proximity. More and more she felt pleasure but also frustration in her arousal and excitement. Thinking of the physical sensation made her think of Tara and thinking of Tara made her aroused.

She closed her eyes and imagined Tara waking from her dream. Waking and feeling Willow’s closeness, her excitement, her own excitement, the blonde would press her body against Willow’s allowing their breasts to softly touch through their shirts. Kissing her deeply, thrusting her tongue gently between the redhead’s lips. Lifting herself to press her thigh against Willow’s wetness.

She lightly chuckled as she stepped back mentally to observe her thoughts Oh Goddess, I Willow Rosenberg—Ms. Logic, Ms. Plan, Ms is everything ready and prepared and maybe we should check first—don’t care about a plan, don’t care about logic. I want this woman. I want to make love with her. To be fully united with her body and soul. To feel her inside me and feel inside her.

For the first time, passion was not an academic interest for Willow. She now understood the drive that Buffy had explored with Angel, and with such tragic consequences. Would she have still done it if she had known? Certainly not but now no one would ever know. And she understood a little how Xander had let his hormones take over with Faith— hormones that caused him to lose Cordelia. So she understood passion for the first time as a physical sensation: the sensation of wanting something so much and so badly and so well. But it wasn’t just physical either was it? She wanted to experience a joining on a level beyond physical with the Tara. Smiling with the thought, she gave herself over to fantasy which soon became dreaming.

Tara woke slowly and regretfully to the waning light in the room and an awareness of Willow’s breathing softly synchronized with hers. The most recent dream had contained both of them walking through a field of tall grass under the warm sun. At the edge of the water, they found themselves without clothes and taking each other’s hands had entered the warmth together. Time ceased to exist as did the need to breathe as both women swam endlessly together and apart, like an intimate dance with no constraints.

At times Tara was aware of the stark sexuality of the dream: images of her holding Willow, kissing her deeply or being kissed, taking nipples in her mouth or giving up her own, trailing her hand toward that untouched triangle, the area of mystery and home. At others, the dream simply felt like floating or flying as she embraced every aspect of her Willow. Her Willow: the thought made her smile as she woke from sleep.

Joining the waking world, she was immediately aware of the intense arousal she felt. Her body was on fire and she could feel wetness pooled between her legs, soaking her panties. She needed to go to the bathroom but didn’t want to leave her home. Pressed against Willow’s body, she could feel her heat. And something else… She could feel a similar wetness through Willow’s clothing. This realization intrigued rather than surprised the blonde.

For months the two women had been moving toward this state, even before they kissed. Even before they admitted their feelings, they had been moving toward this. No, past this to something more, something beyond: a joining, a union.

Tara knew that she was the one holding up their making love. She was the one who pulled away, who shied from the heat and passion. Willow didn’t say anything but she could tell that the redhead was ready. That she would give and take and dance and touch and love. And Tara wanted that.

That but was the biggest thing in the world at this moment. And what was the but? Was it fear? No. Was it a lack of confidence? No. Was she not attracted to Willow? Goddess no. That was ludicrous to even pose.

It was hard to put a handle on but she was getting closer. It had to do with the depth of emotion and the importance of the act. The absolute joining of making love. Of opening herself up to another soul and calling that soul in. Of entering another fully and never going back. She knew that once they had made love, there would never be another moment in her life when she was the same, when they were the same. Forever on, they would be lovers. If they were together for a week or 1000 years and please let it be closer to 1000 years this would be something they would share forever. They could never go back.

And when would that be? And would Willow understand what that meant when they did? Would Willow grasp the depth of Tara’s love for her and return that love. Would it mean the same thing to Willow? Could it? Could it not? Did it matter when if you had forever to spend?

Or is that the issue? Do we have forever to spend? Tara questioned. How long do we have? And can I open myself to that love to giving my heart and soul and body over to this woman if it may be taken away? No, that’s not the question, my heart and soul are her’s already. Can I give my body and not know if I may lose her?

Willow woke slowly, her hands entwined in soft hair. Waking, she began stroking Tara’s hair again, allowing her hands to stray to her face. And found surprising wetness on Tara’s cheeks. She softly stroked the tears from Tara’s skin, allowing them to be absorbed through her hands, trying so hard to take Tara’s sadness from her. At times Willow could feel that sadness or fear and she wanted more than anything to take it from her girlfriend, but she did not know how.

Tara sat up to pull Willow closer, placing a quick kiss on her lips before answering, "T-t-thanks sweetie. I think it’s just a h-h-hard and long day. I need to go and w-w-wash up before d-d-dinner ok? Then we can eat and see the m-m-movie ok?"

Willow pulled the blonde in for a hug before answering: "Yeah that’s fine. I need to shower too. Want me to meet you upstairs about 6 for dinner?"

As Tara nodded, Willow grasped her hand, "if you want to talk. When you want to talk, I want to listen baby. Whatever it is, together we can figure it out ok?" As Tara nodded, glancing at the floor, Willow refused to release her hand: "Together."

Smiling Tara again kissed the redhead deeply before nodding and moving to the door: "Thanks, see you at 6 sweetie."

Willow watched the door close behind her girlfriend wanting to know what was upsetting her but also knowing that whatever it was, they would figure it out together. She lay back thinking of the blonde and made good use of the hour before dinner as she thoroughly explored her responses to her newest fantasies.

Tara was almost finished with putting up the new hay and giving the horses their oats. Needing to make up the hours from the day before, hours that she had missed because of the SAT, she had gotten up very early and had now been at the stables since six o’clock. She estimated that it was close to noon now. She’d given each of the horses a very long brush down, mucked out the stables, and done some other chores that were really necessary.

She wanted to finish soon to get back to the dorm. She needed to take a shower before lunch and then Willow and she had special plans. They where going to try a new spell together. It would be the first time that they tried to join their powers as the only other time was when Tara had taught and guided Willow’s work with lighting the fire at the B&B.

Now, she heard voices entering the stable and prepared to get horses ready for the riders. She was not surprised to see Michelle and Emma enter the stable: "Hey y’all going for a ride today? Where’s James?"

Emma spoke first, "Hey Tara. Yeah, we wanted to ride for a little while. Burn off some energy. James is studying."

Noting Michelle’s smile, Tara turned to the girl, "Hey, what’s up with you? You look like you have some secret. Someone new for you?"

Michelle continued smiling, "Not yet. But I do have a little secret. It’s outside, come on," she called out, turning to leave the stable as Tara pulled on her coat from the hook by the door. Emma walked right into Tara’s back as she had stopped in the doorway, shocked to see Willow standing a few feet from the corral.

Walking over to her girlfriend Tara could not contain her joy or surprise, "hey yourself Willow. What’s up?" she asked hugging the redhead tightly.

Willow was obviously nervous as she answered, "Well Michelle and Emma said they were coming down to ride and you had said you were going to be finishing working about noon and then we could go and do that thing." Although Tara noted Emma and Michelle glance down giggling when Willow said that, Willow apparently did not as she babbled on: "So anyway, I thought it would be a good surprise and I brought a picnic lunch and maybe you would like to have a picnic and I could come with them and there’d be three of you down here and no arm-biting and you would probably like to show me your horse and everything and uh well, so here I am," she finally winded down.

Tara took Willow’s hand in her own before speaking: "Willow, I can’t b-b-believe you came down here. That means so much to me and I’d love to have a picnic lunch and show you Chestnut. Goddess you are amazing." She leaned forward pressing her lips to Willow’s. Wrapping her arms around the redhead, she threaded her hands into that wavy red hair, holding her girlfriend close to her. Slowly, she parted her lips, darting her tongue out to tease Willow’s lips, nipping at her bottom lip with her teeth. As Willow parted her lips, Tara flicked her tongue against the inside of her teeth, roaming around her mouth and eventually deep inside. Enjoying the feel of Tara’s tongue in her mouth, Willow lightly sucked on its tip, hearing Tara moan in the response. As the two drew back from the kiss to lean their foreheads together, Tara laughed, "I guess Michelle and Emma went to get their horses."

Tara took Willow’s hand saying, "ok sweetie, I’ll bring Chestnut out. Why don’t you stand on the outside of the coral and if you want to get closer you can ok?" Willow nodded, moving a few feet back from the fence.

As Tara entered the stable, she approached the other girls who were now saddling their horses: "I-I-I don’t know what y’all did or said but t-t-thank you."

Michelle smiled back at the blonde, "We didn’t do that much. Just sat near Willow at breakfast talking about how we were coming down and would probably see you and how happy you always are with the horses. Then we casually asked her if she wanted to come with us and she said ok." Tara gave her a quick hug, saying, "well thank you. Y’all have n-n-no idea how much it means to me." Turning toward her horse, she finished, "y’all enjoy your ride."

Tara led Chestnut through the stable and out into the corral watching Willow carefully. The redhead stood very still a few feet from the fence. The blonde led the horse to the edge of the corral before stopping to climb over and join Willow. As she held out her hand to allow the horse to take something from her, she held out her other hand to her girlfriend who stepped forward to take it. "She’s eating a sugar cube from my hand. Would you like to give her one?" she asked gently.

Willow shook her head but didn’t back up. A moment later, she asked, "will you ride her for a minute so I can watch?"

Backing from the fence, Tara kissed Willow lightly before squeezing her hand, "sure baby. I’ll just ride her around the coral ok?" She climbed the fence again, moving directly onto the horse’s back before moving to make a few light laps around the corral. As she neared the edge of the coral, dropping lightly off Chestnut and back to Willow, she noted with surprise that Willow was crying.

"Hey sweetie," Tara asked, "what’s with the tears?" She asked as she pulled the smaller girl into an embrace.

Willow hugged her back for a minute before brushing her hand across her eyes. "You look really beautiful. I love watching you and you look so happy. It makes me happy to see you happy, you know?"

Tara nodded giving the redhead a look of absolute understanding: "Believe me, I know the feeling. It’s like watching you work on your computer or talking about your friends in Sunnydale and your adventures. I love seeing you happy." Hugging Willow, she continued, "Let me put Chestnut away and we can go on that picnic. I want to ask you something too, ok?"

Having put away her horse, Tara quickly rejoined Willow by the corral and took her hand as they walked towards the woods. "So do you want to eat first or try the spell?" she asked the redhead, allowing Willow to lead them." As they walked, Tara had become aware immediately that Willow was moving toward the spot where the blonde always did her monthly ritual. As they neared the trees, she wondered how close her girlfriend would come to the exact location.

Willow answered carefully, "well, I really want to do the spell but I think you need to eat something since you were out here working so early and headache yesterday and everything so let’s eat first." As they reached a bare spot in the middle of a clump of trees, she indicated the ground, "how about here? It’s really pretty and there’s kind of a natural circle."

Grabbing Willow in a hug, she caught her totally off guard, "you are amazing sweetie."

Dropping the blanket and picnic bag, Willow was lost, "uh ok. Amazing me. Why? What did I do?"

As Tara began laying out the blanket, she explained: "this is the exact spot where I do my ritual every month. It’s a great and wonderful and beautiful location for magic and harnessing magic energy and renewal. I can’t believe that you sensed it and moved directly to it. Actually, maybe I should start believing things like that."

Tara grasped Willow’s hand, pulling her to the ground, "no. It’s perfect and now we can share this spot. Let’s eat ok?"

Laying out the lunch, both girls started eating and visiting very lightly about the morning. Suddenly, Willow remembered something important, "Hey, you wanted to ask me something. What? Is it a surprise? A question? What’s up?"

Tara laughed to see Willow’s child come out again. "Well, do you know what this Thursday is?"

"Hmmm. Well, let me see. It’s the day after this Wednesday and the day before Friday? No that probably isn’t it. It’s the first time this month that the date is the product of a 3*3*2. No that isn’t it. It’s six days till we leave for Sunnydale? Well, let me think, maybe it’s that it will be exactly 2 months or 61 days or 1464 hours since our first kiss." Pausing for a second she finished, "no baby, what is this Thursday?" Of course, it had become harder and harder to understand what Willow was saying as Tara tickled the redhead while she was speaking.

As Willow finally held up her hand to indicate that she needed a break to return to breathing, Tara released her: "Ok, Ms Willow Rosenberg Vixeny Genius. Yes, this Thursday is our two month anniversary. Will you go out with me on Friday to celebrate?"

Brushing her hand down Tara’s cheek, Willow answered, "Any time, any place with you baby. Have you got something planned or do you want to plan it together?"

Tara kissed the redhead, smiling, "oh I’ve got something planned for us. You will have to trust me a little but I think it will be wonderful, ok?"

Willow lay on her side on the blanket, nodding. "Sure that sounds great. And then Wednesday we leave for your folks and Sunnydale. Are you excited about it?"

Tara thought for a moment before answering: "Well, I’m excited but I’m nervous."

Tara answered quickly: "What? No. I mean, no. They’ll l-l-love you as much as I … I mean they’ll love you and I’ll love h-h-having you there. I’m nervous about meeting your f-f-friends. I mean I know you’re excited to have me there. But you have a history with them and everything and you’ve been through so m-m-much. I mean, your best friend is the slayer. THE V-v-vampire Slayer. And Xander’s been your best friend forever and you know slayers and vampires and werewolves. Like on a f-f-first-name basis.

And I feel a little out-of-the loop on the whole thing. I mean are they f-f-friendly to witches? And I don’t understand about Buffy’s b-b-boyfriend. Here’s what I’ve gleaned. He was her boyfriend. He killed your fish, he killed J-j-jenny, you cursed him, Buffy killed him? I feel like there are big holes in my knowledge and what if I say the wrong thing or do the wrong thing or something? Or remind Buffy of this guy she loved and had to kill and maybe she m-m-misses him now?"

Willow sat up cross-legged on the blanket indicating that Tara should lay down with her head in the redhead’s lap. "Wow, I’m sorry that my story hasn’t made more sense. Would it help if I explained the thing with Angel better?" As she talked, she started running her fingers through the blonde’s hair.

As Tara nodded, Willow began speaking: "Ok. Wow, this is a kind of long story but I’ll try to readers digest it. Too bad we weren’t on a TV show and I could just show you the DVD but instead I’ll try to explain what last year was like.

Buffy and Angel were an item from our sophomore year. He’s a vampire and over 200 years old. From what Giles says, he was a particularly evil and sadistic vampire and had two good vampire friends: Spike and Drusilla. Spike’s a real jerk and Drusilla is a total nutcase. About 80 years ago, he was cursed with his soul. Since then, he’s been a basically ‘good’ vampire, not feeding on humans or anything. But the curse had a catch: one moment of pure happiness and he looses his soul. Dumb curse huh? Sure dumb curse.

On Buffy’s 17^th birthday they made love for the first time. It was really special for her because it was her first and everything. Only guess what? He lost his soul at that moment and returned to being the same sadistic evil vampire he used to be. Well, it turns out that Jenny was from the clan that cursed him originally and was sent to Sunnydale to watch him. She failed and he lost his soul. He tried to kill all of us of course. With Jenny, he succeeded. He didn’t want her to re-curse him. But she found the curse before she died and I found it in her computer stuff.

So he tormented Buffy throughout the year. Drusilla killed Kendra and then he got this big Kafla monster thing that he was going to use to end the world. Well, I tried to curse him and failed but Buffy succeeded in killing him. The world didn’t end but she was so heartbroken that she ran away.

Tara responded thoughtfully, "hmmm, not a ringing endorsement for making love is it?"

Willow playfully tousled Tara’s hair, "well that’s a radical interpretation of the text. I mean nothing wrong with making love. I mean uh, ok, foot in mouth now. Ok, let’s interpret like this: not a good idea to make love with a vampire who is cursed with a soul?"

Sitting up to look Willow in the eye, Tara placed her hands gently on the redhead’s cheeks: "No sweetie, nothing wrong with making love." She waited a moment to ensure that Willow got what she was saying before kissing her gently. Pulling back she asked, "so what now? Is Buffy dating someone else or just single or what?"

Willow thought for a moment before answering, "well, I guess she’s just single. She talks about hanging out with Xander and with Faith and about the slayage but hasn’t mentioned another guy. She had a few dates with a cute guy from school, Scott, but that wasn’t anything. So I guess once burned, you know?"

Tara nodded, laying her head in Willow’s lap once again, "Yeah. I can understand that. Plus which it sounds like she really loved him so it’s probably really hard to compete with that, you know? But are you nervous about my meeting your friends?"

Resuming playing with the blonde’s hair, Willow smiled, "Not at all. As you said, I know they’ll love you as much as I, uh, hey, how about that spell?"

"Yes that spell," Tara agreed, but not before kissing her girlfriend deeply. They drew back to lock blue eyes on green, both aware of the words neither had completed but that were so obviously true.

Willow pulled the spell ingredients from her bag: powders and herbs, 2 crystals, and a rose. As she pulled the last item from the bag, she held it out to Tara, "I didn’t know if this would work well for a focus."

Tara took from the redhead the stone she had given her for her birthday, "Oh sweetie, that’s a great idea. I’m not sure it can hold the focus right now but if we tie it in, we can infuse it over a few spells."

The two women worked together to lay out the ingredients. As they checked and rechecked their work, both agreed that it was ready. Linking hands over the rose, they locked eyes and began to synchronize their breathing. They had barely touched when both girls felt a power rush through them. At first, Willow felt scared by the feeling, by the intensity. It was almost like when she cursed Angel, but she quickly identified a different feeling to this magic: lightness.

Willow concentrated on the energy and the power as it rushed through her body and soul. It quickened her breath and made her skin tingle. She started to sweat as she could feel the closeness and connection with Tara and her magic. Every part of her body felt attuned to blonde and their shared magic.

Again, Tara was not surprised at the strength of their connection during the spell. In the short time since the fire-starting spell, it was obvious that Willow had been reading the book and harnessing her energy. Her energy was much stronger and the power of the curse energy was receding. The blonde could feel Willow’s energy coursing through her body and soul. The redhead was totally open, allowing Tara access to every energy center in her body. Tara felt her body’s unmistakable responses as her skin hummed with arousal and her nipples stood at attention.

Willow began to pull softly at Tara’s energy, attempting to get the blonde to share it more evenly. Finding resistance, she responded by pouring her energy more fully into the spell and the connection. As she did, she moved to another energy level within the blonde and finding that level completely open, she moved swiftly to fill the space. Their energy forms locked together tightly in a perfect synchronization.

As Willow first moved her energy seeking, Tara could not believe that the redhead had that much instinctual knowledge. But, feeling the locked energy, she understood that neither woman needed guidance. They needed no guidance to understand how their energy merged, how they fit together. Understanding the perfection of their connection, she opened herself fully, pulling Willow’s energy into her soul while pressing hers deeply into the redhead.

The increased energy flow took over both women’s bodies as they allowed the power to flow through and over them in waves. Tightening their hands, they felt the final explosion simultaneously and shared the waves of continuing pleasure.

Tara opened her eyes to take in Willow’s dazed ones staring back at her. Glancing down, she noted the rose petals arranged in a heart shape between them with the rose stem forming an arrow through the heart. "Um wow," she gasped.

As Willow tried to control her breathing she tried to answer, "Uh, wow. Uh, I mean look at the rose. Beautiful." Releasing Tara’s hand to brush hers down the blonde’s face she stared into her blue eyes: "That was beautiful my love." Her words were almost cut off by Tara’s mouth on hers, desperately seeking a continuation of the connection they had just ended.

Willow paced her room, glancing constantly at her computer, her clock, her watch. What time is it? 5:20. Not late enough. She waited for Tara to come pick her up for their date. Their special date. Their two month anniversary. Oh Goddess, two months and already Willow felt like she couldn’t remember a moment in her life of not being with the blonde. Even before she met Tara she felt like she was waiting to meet her. Like there was something missing and when she found Tara, she became complete.

"Hey, you’re walking a hole in the floor. Why don’t you take a breath and sit down?" Michelle asked. The younger girl had come over to help Willow prepare for the date after the 4^th time that Willow ran down to her room to ask her about something to wear or what earrings or how to do her hair.

"I can’t sit down. I’m too nervous. Well ok, not nervous but excited. The thing is, I don’t know what we’re doing or where we’re going or anything."

"Ok, I understand that but still, you’re making me dizzy," Michelle answered, giving up on trying to calm the redhead. "Anyway, you’re going to love it," she smirked knowingly.

Ever since Willow had accepted Tara’s date for their anniversary, Tara had setting up their big surprise. Willow had no idea what the evening had in store but expected a nice dinner in town. Surely Tara could borrow the truck for the evening. In her playful way, Willow had berated, begged, cajoled, and pleaded for details on the plans but Tara stood firm. The redhead had even tried waiting until Tara was asleep two nights ago and asking what they were doing, hoping that Tara would talk in her sleep as she often did. Unfortunately, the blonde just mumbled a sleepy, "Nice try Will," before lapsing back into unconsciousness. Finally Willow had insisted that she had to know enough to know what to wear on the date and Tara told her to dress "nice" like "nice dinner" nice and be ready at 5:30

"You did say that. You know something about what Tara has planned? What? Where are we going? What are we doing? What is she wearing?" As Willow berated Michelle, the junior definitely looked sorry that she had said anything.

Willow slumped toward the bed where Michelle was sitting. Taking her hand she told the younger girl totally honestly, "you have no idea what this means to me. I mean, I don’t know what it means to her but I’m… I mean ... I. Ok. Breathe right? That’s your advice. And I should listen to you because you know lots of stuff and you ride horses like Tara and everything and you have good advice and I should just take a breath and wait for her to arrive right?"

Michelle patted Willow’s hand reassuringly, "it will be fine. And I’ve seen the two of you together. Whatever you feel, she does too." Willow looked closely at the junior to see if she was joking or putting the redhead on in some way. Seeing only sincerity in her eyes, she relaxed a little. Goddess, maybe she’s right. It’s nice to have a friend to talk to though. Although… I mean… I wish I could have talked to Buffy about this. But how can I do that? I mean I haven’t even come out to her yet and now I’m thinking about, no definitely wanting to make love with the most wonderful woman in the world and that has to bring up very bad memories for her and what do I do? I really wish I could talk to Buffy though about this. What time is it? Grasping Michelle’s hand firmly, Willow took a deep breath to calm down.

Tara looked in the mirror and checked the clock one last time: 5:28. She felt exhilarated and completely excited as she hugged Alyson goodbye and headed out the door. Walking down the hall, she was not oblivious to the many looks and stares she received from other residents and their guests. A few smiled in a very complimentary way to let her know that she looked very good. By this time, pretty much everyone in the school knew about the relationship between her and Willow and those who saw her, assumed she was on her way to see the redhead.

And oh Goddess were they ever right? Tara could never remember or imagine caring so much about any event. She had planned this one very carefully and lovingly and had arranged an evening filled with romance and love to let Willow know just how she felt about the redhead. Actually, she knew that Willow already knew that. She just wanted share that love with her at every level. Throughout the week, she had had many secret meetings and conversations to arrange everything and she expected it to be perfect. At the same time, she was vaguely aware that no matter what, if she was with Willow, it would always be perfect.

Willow was just taking another deep breath and counting to 10 when she heard a light knock at the door. Glancing at Michelle and then at the clock: 5:30 exactly, she moved to open the door. Her first instinct upon opening the door was to grasp the wood frame as she felt her knees literally go weak when she saw Tara. Her eyes swept quickly and then more slowly over the breathtaking sight before her. The blonde stood at the threshold of the room holding a single red rose. She was dressed in a sharply tailored pair of gray wool slacks and white silk blouse. The blouse was buttoned low, to give Willow a view of her girlfriend’s cleavage. Tara wore her hair down but pulled back from her face to display a simple pair of brilliant sapphire earrings that accented the deep blue of her eyes. Around her neck was a gold chain which lay flat against her skin.

"uhhhhhh. Wwwww. Wwwww. Wwwwow," was all Willow could get out as Michelle started giggling behind her, breaking the spell.

Reaching out to hand Willow the rose, Tara teased, "I take it you see something you like?"

Gulping again Willow could barely answer, "oh yeah." As she reached out to take the rose and place a kiss on Tara’s lips she took her hand, pulling her into the room. Neither woman really noticed Michelle rising from the bed and slipping out the door. "Y’all have a wonderful time," she whispered as she turned down the hall.

Drawing back from the kiss, Tara was able to take note of Willow for the first time. The redhead wore a long cream colored dress. It was simple but elegant and really accented Willow’s slight frame. A short strand of pearls showed off the neckline. As Tara brushed back red curls, she noted the matching earrings. "Goddess, you look beautiful Will."

Nervous from her waiting and still not knowing anything about what was planned Willow began to ramble: "well, Yeah. I mean thanks baby. I mean, I had to get dressed up and you look… and Michelle helped me get ready. I mean, she helped me plan. And I feel bad about the oysters but I got these from my grandmother and the pearls were already stolen like 75 years ago so I’m not really and I’m babbling now aren’t I and did I mention you look amazingly beautiful and Happy Anniversary."

Tara kissed the babbling redhead again before taking her hand, "Yes, you’re babbling and I love it. But come on, we have reservations."

The two girls moved down the corridor and outside the building still holding hands. In her other hand, Willow held the single red rose. Exiting the building, she looked around for the familiar truck and was surprised not to see it sitting in the circular driveway. She looked around in obvious confusion as Tara pulled her hand toward the driveway. "Baby, where’s the truck?" she asked.

Smiling at her girlfriend, Tara nodded toward a fancy car nearby: "Let’s take this one instead," she answered as James stepped from the front seat to open the back door of the car, motioning them inside. Willow looked at her girlfriend in shock as they climbed into the back of the car. She noticed that their coats were sitting in the front seat.

Settling in to snuggle together as James pulled out of the driveway, she asked, "Ok, what’s the story on this? Great surprise. I mean you not driving us in the truck but how did you swing this?"

Tara smiled, "I hope it is only the first of many surprises love. I made a trade with James. This is his father’s car and he went into town to borrow it for us. I really want this night to be perfect."

Willow leaned in to kiss the blonde, answering, "of course it will be perfect my love. I’m spending the evening with you." Pulling back, she continued looking at Tara intently.

Willow looked lustily at her girlfriend as she explained: "Well you see you look absolutely amazing." Lowering her voice to a growl she continued, "that gold chain is really fantastic and it is laying so flat and tight against your neck and it moves with every heartbeat. I can see your pulse under the chain and it is so sexy."

Leaning forward she placed her lips softly on the spot she had described, kissing and then sucking lightly, "it is just almost impossible to resist."

"Oh do you like that baby?" Willow teased, flicking her tongue out to caress Tara’s neck and jugular. "Wow, I think the pulse is speeding up. Why do you think that is? I wonder if it’s the same way on the other side," she mused, moving her lips to the blonde’s other pulse point and sucking on it.

For a moment as Willow elicited another moan from Tara, the blonde thought self-consciously about James sitting in the front seat listening to them but quickly put that thought out of her head. Placing her hand on the back of Willow’s neck, she guided their lips together.

Already feeling lightheaded from Willow’s attention to her neck, the blonde was further transported to a place of no thought as their lips blended together continuously. She darted her tongue out to tease apart the redhead’s lips and was instantly rewarded as Willow sucked her questing tongue deep into her own mouth. Tara moaned out again in response to Willow’s fervent attentions to her lips and tongue. Pulling her tongue back, she nipped playfully at the redhead’s lips before moving her lips down Willow’s face to her neck.

After few moments of light kissing and sucking on Willow’s so soft neck, she leaned forward to lick the crest of the redhead’s ear, whispering, "oh baby, I think I just made a light mark on your neck. I hope you don’t mind."

Tara looked sexily at the redhead, "oh yeah. Right here," she lightly touched the spot just above Willow’s collarbone. Leaning forward she whispered in Willow’s ear, "I’m sorry sweetie, I guess I’m supposed to only make marks within bikini lines, right?"

As Willow gaped in astonishment, the car pulled to a stop. Tara grasped Willow’s hand smiling evilly as James pulled open the passenger-side door and held out their coats. Both girls stepped from the car, pulling on their coats as James gave Tara, then Willow a big hug. "Happy Anniversary. Tara, the plans are still the same?" he confirmed.

Tara nodded, kissing the young man on the cheek before turning to Willow, "Ok baby, first stop—dinner," she indicated the restaurant, taking her girlfriend’s hand and leading her through the door. After checking their coats, she approached the host-stand, "reservations for Maclay."

"Of course, let me show you to your table," the maitre’d led them across the restaurant, indicating a small table near a towering plant. Seating them and handing them menus, he spoke again, "I’m sure Mr. Hannigan will be over soon. Please enjoy your meal ladies."

Before either girl could open her menu, an older man came over. "Tara, welcome." He kissed the blonde warmly on the cheek before indicating Willow, "this must be Willow?"

"Of course it is. Mr. Hannigan, this is my girlfriend Willow Rosenberg. Willow, Mr. Hannigan is the owner."

As the owner leaned down to kiss the redhead on the cheek, he charmed her as well: "it’s a pleasure to meet you Willow. Welcome. Please enjoy your dinner and I’ll come check on you later." With that, he moved across the restaurant to greet another patron.

Willow eyed Tara suspiciously, "ok, now I’m really curious. I mean how do you know him and why is he so friendly? And sweetie, how can you afford this? I mean, don’t get me wrong. I’m so glad and excited about our date but I’m worried about the money. Can I pay or help or something?"

Tara smiled, "don’t worry baby. How about if we look at the menu and after we order, I’ll explain it ok?"

The two girls spent a few minutes looking at the menu before both deciding to order a small steak, potato, and salad. After giving their orders to a very charming waiter who also seemed to know Tara personally, Willow took Tara’s hands in her own: "You look so beautiful baby. I can’t believe how lucky I am to be with you." She softly kissed both Tara’s hands just as the waiter returned.

Setting two glasses of wine on the table, he indicated their source: "Mr Hannigan wishes you a Happy Anniversary. I’ll be back with your salads in a few minutes."

After taking a sip of the wine and enjoying the taste, Willow cocked her eyebrow at the blonde.

Tara explained, "I’ve known the owner for years. I came here with my folks when we were visiting the school. He got along very well with my parents and they would always come here before… Well when they could come. Then, well, since I have contact with so many parents and everything when they come to visit and I show them and the students around, many of them ask me for recommendations for someplace for dinner. I can honestly recommend this restaurant and the owner appreciates that."

As she talked, she stroked Willow’s palms lightly, tracing them with her fingertips. Willow felt chills up her spine with the sensual movement of Tara’s hands and was almost having trouble listening. "Whenever I visit, he says if I ever have a special occasion, I should bring someone here. And he’s wanted to meet you for months."

Willow raised her eyebrow above her newly arrived salad, "how many months? This is two months."

"Yes baby." Willow was rapt with attention. Although the two girls now obviously felt so much for each other, she didn’t know how long it had been so for Tara and she suddenly was very curious.

Finishing her salad, Tara answered honestly, "when I saw you sleeping in the truck. After I picked you up at the train and you didn’t understand ‘y’all’."

Beginning her steak and potato, Tara nodded: "now baby, you have to be as honest. When did you know something was between us?"

"Oh Goddess this is a fantastic steak. Well, I knew I was attracted to you when you came to get me to give me the tour. But that there was something special between us, I’d say when we went into town to get my PO box. The connection was just so present," Willow confessed.

Willow surprised Tara with the next thing she said: "Hey subject change. First off, this steak is fantastic and dinner is wonderful and you look beautiful but you eat meat and steak? I mean you’re, well, we’re Wiccan and I’d think that kind of thing doesn’t really go. What’s up with that?" Willow questioned.

Tara laughed as she answered: "Don’t let Mr. Hannigan hear you say that. I’ll tell you what my mother used to say: ‘My mama is a Witch but my Daddy is a farmer. When you grow up with it, it’s just natural sweetie."

As if he heard them discussing them, the owner crossed the restaurant to greet the girls again: "How is everything ladies? Willow are you enjoying your dinner?" As the redhead nodded, he continued, "wonderful. Let me send another two glasses of wine over. Will you have room for dessert? I have something special ready for the two of you."

As both girls nodded to each other that they would enjoy dessert, he clasped his hands: "Great. I’ll send it out after you have finished. Now let me get those drinks."

The girls finished eating their dinner in silence, savoring the food, ambiance, and each other. Finishing their special desert and the second glasses of wine, they looked into each other eyes. For moments, they were lost in the look of the brightly colored orbs before them. Feeling Tara stroking her palms again, Willow whispered, "this is like a dream. I feel full and happy and a little drunk." Teasingly she added, "you’re not trying to take advantage of me are you Ms Maclay?"

Raising Willow’s hand to her mouth, Tara kissed the redhead’s fingertips lightly, "would you mind?"

Gasping with her passion, Willow breathed out, "not possible. You couldn’t take advantage of me sweetie."

Looking her girlfriend deeply in the eye, Tara told her, "I know." Shifting the mood, she asked, "are you ready to go? We have more stops in our anniversary evening."

As the two girls rose, Willow asked, "do you need to take care of the check? Can I help?"

Exiting and nodding to the staff, Tara answered, "it’s taken care of sweetie but thank you."

As the two girls entwined hands to walk down the sidewalk Tara indicated the next part of the evening: "I thought we could look at all the lights down Main Street. They’re really beautiful."

Stopping to pull Tara into a deep kiss Willow answered, "not as beautiful as you.’ As they broke the kiss and hugged, Willow whispered, "Goddess love, the way you look is really doing things to me. I mean. Oh Goddess. You’re beautiful and sexy." Blushing slightly, she turned back to the sidewalk, taking Tara’s hand to continue looking at the lights.

Tara was shocked at the sudden change in her girlfriend: "Uh baby. What’s up? What’s with the shout?"

Excitedly Willow explained, "I forgot. Well, ok not forgot. No I guess forgot. I was getting ready and then I was waiting and then you showed up and you are so beautiful and this wonderful dinner and you are so beautiful and…" Like the first time, Tara silenced the Willow babble with her lips. Taking a breath Willow spoke more slowly, "ok, that works really well you know."

Willow nodded, "your present. I got you something but when do you want to exchange?"

Tara smiled, "well the evening is your present but I think in a little while would be the perfect time." The two girls had circled Main Street as they talked and kissed. They now stood in front of The Royal Arms, the oldest hotel in town. "Hey, they are supposed to have a really beautiful tree in the courtyard here. Want to go in?" Tara asked.

Snuggling closer to her girlfriend, Willow answered, "anywhere as long as it’s with you love."

The two women entered the hotel, getting a few curious glances from the upper class and older patrons. Crossing the lobby, Willow was surprised that Tara seemed to know the location of the courtyard, but then realized that she must have been here before and directed parents to this location. She was shocked to enter the courtyard though.

Whatever Willow had expected was nothing to the sight before her. The courtyard was enormous. Modeled on a Spanish Estancia, all the rooms opened onto the open space. A Christmas tree stood in the center of the yard, at least 20 feet high with all white lights and covered with what must have been thousand of ornaments. She heard music playing lightly from speakers placed around the space.

Looking more slowly around, she admired the arrangement of the area. The hotel had three floors. Each room on the second and third floors contained a balcony that overlooked the courtyard. The railings were decorated with greenery and lights. Many people sat on the balconies, enjoying the sight of the beautiful tree.

The first floor rooms opened directly onto ground level landings. The landings each contained various chairs and tables for having a drink in the evening or coffee and breakfast in the morning. Although they were open to the courtyard for enjoying the view, each landing also was afforded a certain amount of privacy by the arrangement of live plants bordering the patio. A nicely dressed waitress circled the patio area serving mixed drinks and coffee to patrons.

"Wow," was all the redhead could gasp out as they moved to circle the tree and the courtyard slowly.

Hugging the blonde tightly, "baby, this is incredible. She pressed her lips tightly against Tara’s, wanting to express the love and special connection she felt.

Pulling back from the passionate embrace Tara pulled Willow along, "I’m glad you like it. Let’s sit." She indicated the chairs on one of the patios and they enjoyed a mocha as they absorbed the beauty of the tree and the evening.

Sitting close together to enjoy the view of the tree and shared warmth of their bodies, the girls listened to the tune of the music. Hearing a familiar song, Tara commented, "this is one of my favorite songs:"

Smiling, Tara stood pulling the redhead by the hand while opening the door to the room: "well then let’s go in and warm up."

"What? What are you …" Willow trailed off as she took in the room. The room was very large with a four-poster bed centered against one wall. In the opposite wall was a fireplace with a fire already burning warmly. Standing on a table was a vase with what were obviously the 11 roses matching the one she carried. A white card stood in front of the vase with "Willow" written on it in Tara’s handwriting. As she looked around, the redhead noted the two familiar overnight bags in the corner of the room.

Grasping Tara’s hand, she pulled the blonde to her. She pressed her lips against Tara’s, lacing her fingers in the long blonde hair. Taking the initiative, she darted out her tongue, finding Tara’s mouth already open to accept the intrusion. Flicking it lightly around her mouth, she could taste traces of the sweet desert and the same wine that was making her lightheaded.

Pushing the coat from the redhead’s shoulders as she talked and stripping her own, Tara placed her arms around Willow’s waist: "It’s taken a lot of sneaking around. James and Michelle both helped. James brought over the cases after he dropped us off. The restaurant called over here for them to start the fire when we left there. I packed for you while you were at class this morning. I hope I brought the right things." Bending to whisper in Willow’s ear she continued, "actually I’m hoping we won’t need many clothes."

She had barely finished the sentence when Willow again captured her mouth in a passionate embrace. While she kissed the blonde, Willow moved them the last few steps toward the large bed. When Tara felt her legs contact the bed, she sat down lightly, never breaking the kiss. She expected to feel Willow join her on the bed, but opened her eyes to see the redhead kneeling in front of her, her green eyes locked on Tara’s and her hands stroking the blonde’s face.

"Tara Maclay," Willow softly whispered, "I love you. I want make love with you and share just how much."

Tears pooling in her eyes, Tara answered, "Oh Willow. I love you so much." Pulling Willow’s lighter, smaller body onto her own, Tara expressed her wishes with another passionate kiss. She allowed her hands to roam over Willow’s body and hair as she kissed her deeply. The blonde moaned with regret as she felt their lips separate momentarily but was appeased as she felt Willow lips softly covering her cheeks, nose, and eyes with baby kisses. "I love you," the redhead whispered with every soft kiss.

Trailing her lips down Tara’s face, she moved to her ears, running her tongue lightly around the crest of her girlfriend’s ear. Nipping it lightly, she teased, "now I think you made a mark on my neck? I wonder how a matching one would look on you." Moving her mouth hungrily down Tara’s neck, she stopped where the gold chain met skin at the pulse point. She lightly sucked the point, eliciting a low groan from the blonde. Moving to the other side, she continued her teasing: "or, were you talking about placing the marks inside bikini lines?" She trailed her hand down the side of Tara’s face to the base of her throat, drawing it along the neckline of her blouse as she spoke and was rewarded by a shudder from the larger woman.

Willow lightly slipped her fingertips just inside the blouse to trace the line of Tara’s breast, barely touching her bra. She wasn’t sure if it was the wine or the contact but she felt as if her skin were buzzing and her lips were on fire. Eager to quench their heat, she pressed them against Tara’s mouth once again.

Welcoming the contact, Tara grasped the back of Willow’s head, pulling her mouth tight against her own. Quickly, she allowed her hands to roam down Willow’s back to cup her small ass, pulling her body even closer. Moving her hands back up, she found the first button on Willow’s dress and began dexterously unfastening the closure. Pulling back, she started to ask, "is this ok?" only to have the question smothered before it could leave her lips. So hard was she concentrating on the incredible connection they shared through their kiss, that she did not notice Willow’s hand beginning its journey down her own blouse buttons.

As Willow finished unfastening Tara’s blouse, she moved it to the side and pulled back to view Tara’s beautiful skin. Encumbered by her now unbuttoned dress, she stood and silently stepped from the garment. Wearing only a long slip now, she lowered her body back onto Tara’s waiting form. Dipping her head, she placed one soft kiss on each lace-covered nipple before blowing softly on the closer one. Reaching with her left hand to cup her girlfriend’s breast, she lowered her mouth onto the other one. Softly she licked the lace, feeling it soften as it became more wet. With her hand, she pinched the other nipple lightly, feeling it harden under her attention.

Continuing to lick circles around Tara’s aureole, she whispered to her lover, "mmm. so good, so soft, so sexy. Mmm." Switching to the other side, she bathed the already hard nipple in the same wetness. As she softly, teasingly, licked the lace material, she felt Tara arch her back, pressing her nub into her waiting mouth. "oh yeah," she moaned taking the hardened tip between her teeth and sucking at the same time, only to hear Tara moan out, "oh baby. Skin. Please?" Willow quickly moved to unfasten her lover’s bra, releasing her breasts from their lace prisons. Returning her attention to the nipples, she pulled first one and then the other deeply into her mouth, spurned on by Tara’s insistent moaning and gasping and her hand pressing the back of Willow’s head. Then the pressure of the hand changed as Tara guided the redhead’s mouth back to her own and captured her lips.

Tara pressed her tongue into Willow’s mouth hungrily. Swirling it around and around inside, flicking the tip of the redhead’s tongue and touching every tooth. Pivoting them quickly, she moved her body on top of the smaller woman’s, running her hands over her silk-covered legs, hips, stomach, and breasts. As she lowered her mouth to her lover’s hard nipples, she slipped one hand under the lace covering and began easing it up. As it passed her mouth, she lifted her lips quickly, pushing it over Willow’s head and tossing it to the floor as the redhead arched her back, pressing her hard nipple into Tara’s waiting mouth.

Enjoying the attention to her breasts, Willow wanted more skin on her. She quickly removed Tara’s pants, tossing them to the floor. Threading her fingertips into the band of Tara’s panties, she drew back for a minute to look into those beautiful blue eyes: "are you sure baby?" Tara answered by crushing her mouth back onto the redhead’s moaning but Willow would not accept that answer. Again she pulled away asking, "my love. Are you sure?"

Standing quickly from the bed, Tara put her thumbs in the waistband of her panties before pulling them quickly over her thighs and down her legs: "Willow Rosenberg, I’ve never been so sure of anything in my life as this: I want to make love with you now and forever." As she spoke, she pressed her body back against the smaller woman’s. Their kisses muffled countless moans and gasps as they explored their newfound nakedness for the first time.

Showing her devilish look, Tara licked the underside of Willow’s breast. "hmmm, now I think I mentioned making a mark right here," she explained as she drew the soft skin into her mouth. Her attention was diffused by many sensations such as the exquisite softness of Willow’s breast growing red under her mouth and tongue and the feeling of Willow’s hands winding through her hair and the sound of Willow’s moaning. Running her hands over Willow’s breasts, she moved back up to kiss the redhead. As she did so, she allowed her leg to drape between Willow’s and felt the pooled wetness there for the first time as Willow gasped out: "Oh Goddess!" At the same time, Tara pressed her center against Willow’s dividing leg, allowing the redhead to feel her arousal.

Willow now shifted their position to again tower over her lover, still keeping their legs pressed against their dripping centers. Each movement elicited moans from the women as Willow trailed her hands all over Tara’s body and her tongue explored the other woman’s mouth. She lowered her hand to the soft curls at the base of the blonde’s stomach, beginning to play with them, curling them around her fingers and running her fingers down their length as Tara moaned out. Drawing up to look Tara in the eye, she then began lowering her body down the blonde’s, trailing kisses the length of her torso as she neared that triangle, her own excitement evident on glistening red curls. Pressing her face to Tara’s skin she breathed deeply her lover’s scent. Just as she had suspected and dreamed it had that unique Tara scent, only stronger and more sweet. As she was about to lower her mouth to place the first kiss, she felt the blonde’s hand on her chin. Looking at her dazed blue eyes, she was surprised to hear the blonde say, "my love. We have plenty of time for that." "This time, share it with me," she finished as she pulled Willow up the bed to capture her lips once again.

Both women kissed and sucked and licked each other’s mouth deeply and passionately, as their excitement became indistinguishable and indescribable. Lifting her body slightly without breaking lip contact, Willow kneeled to Tara’s side as she continued running her fingers through the blonde’s soft wet hair. Willow’s new position allowed Tara access and she moaned out in pleasure as she stroked her lover’s soft wetness with her fingers for the first time.

Lightly Tara stroked Willow’s outer lips, feeling the redhead shudder in response. Passing the outer lips, she ran her fingers along Willow’s wet channel and moaned out as she felt Willow mirroring her movement. Each woman lightly quested for the other’s swollen nub, flicking it gently with a finger or thumb. Gently Willow placed her index finger at Tara’s very opening, continuing her motion with her thumb. The moans muffled by hungry kisses continued as Tara suddenly arched her back, lifting from the bed and engulfing Willow’s finger while thrusting one of her own inside the redhead’s waiting wetness.

Breaking their lips apart, neither woman was aware whether the screams of passion and pleasure they heard were from their own mouth or the other’s. The connection that Willow and Tara felt was never as apparent as at this moment. It was impossible for either to separate the pleasure she was feeling due to being inside her lover from that she felt from having her lover inside her. In perfect synchronicity, as each woman thought "more", she felt her lover slip another finger inside. Thrusting uncontrollably with the pleasure of Willow’s fingers, Tara opened her eyes, locking Willow’s to her: "I love you," she told the redhead, as the first wave of her orgasm broke. No sooner had Willow begun to answer, "I love you Tara," when, feeling her lover’s climax, she began her own.

Screaming in pleasure and release, Willow pressed her mouth back to Tara’s as if to drink in her screams and moans. Fluttering fingers allowed each woman to ride out her orgasm even as her excitement was increased by the feeling of the other clutching and squeezing her own fingers as well as bathing them in warm juices. As each woman slowly withdrew her fingers, Willow’s shaking legs finally gave out. She collapsed onto Tara, only to feel the blonde wrap her strong arms around the smaller body, pulling her lips close once again for a series of satisfied kisses.

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