Coming Back by GayNow

Rating: NC-17
Uber Setting: Contemporary
Disclaimer: BtVS characters, concepts and dialog belong to Mutant Enemy, Fox, The WB, UPN and others. The story, however, came out of my delusional little brain.
Distribution: The Mystic Muse http://mysticmuse.net
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Spoilers: None.
Author's Note: I have to give special, super-dee-duper thanks to the lovely WATSON for so many things – for putting up with me…for painstakingly reading chapters and sections and paragraphs and sentences…for dealing with me obsessing over j-u-u-u-u-u-u-st the right word…for serving as co-writer in many many many instances (if it's a REALLY good sentence or phrase…it's probably hers)…for simply being a friend and encouraging me (Okay…encouraging? She was kicking me in the ass is what she was doing!)
Thoughts in italics
Webhost's Note: Special thanks goes to Chris Cook of Through the Looking Glass, MKF and Artemis for the graphics, wallpapers and source coding. Thanks, Chris!
This story uses two fonts to represent Willow and Tara's handwriting in sections. These fonts are available for download here: CatholicSchoolGirls BB and Hybi 4. If these fonts are not installed on your PC, sections of this story will be rendered in large text. Fonts sourced from dafont.com.
Pairing: Willow/Tara

Greetings, New Freshman!

You know, I've always wondered about that term ‐ "freshman". We aren't men, so wouldn't we be considered "freshwomen"? But, then, that excludes males ‐ "freshpersons"? Maybe you're called something different in Europe?

Anyway, whoo and hoo! It's college time, baby! I can't believe we're in college, Tare. It's only been a month, but I can already tell it's going to be a very interesting experience, not to mention, very different. Hello! I'm in Boston! That alone is enough to turn my world upside-down...again. (The first time was just over 4 years ago.)

I had to buy a winter coat! A lifetime in Southern California certainly did not prepare me for that. I know I have your sympathy since you went through the same thing. Plus, you're a sympathetic person.

I met my advisor during orientation week. His name is Dr. Harold Bishop, but everyone calls him Doc Harry. I don't know why, but I'm sure I'll find out. He's very cool! His office is adorned with pictures and posters of theme parks ‐ especially the Disney parks. And he has little Disney and Looney Toons toys all over his desk. I like him! He's really really smart, but he doesn't take himself seriously. He's going to be a lot of fun...and I'm going to learn LOADS from him.

Anyway, we designed my degree program. After this semester, I'll have enough credit to be considered a junior! I guess all of those extra classes paid off. (I have a satisfied smirk on my face right now, by the way.) So, I have officially declared my majors ‐ Architectural Design and Computer Science. The program is just for me. No one else will have the same degree. Well, that's not true. Anyone who majors in both AD and CS will have the same degree title, but they wont have the same focus, or expertise. I'm like you, Tare...I don't want to choose. So, I'll not only be using the computer programs to do design, I will also be designing and developing the programs for use by architects and designers. Cool, huh? Best of both world, and I can test the programs myself with my design projects. Doc Harry says my combination is rare, so I'll be able to pick and choose when it comes time to graduate and find a job.

My roommate and I are still trying to adjust to sharing a space with someone else. She doesn't have any brothers or sisters either, so it's a big step for both of us. Fortunately, she cares about school and studies often. I'd hate to have a party animal for a roomie...it's bad enough our neighbors are up at all hours. I just don't understand how people can pay so much money for tuition and then just blow off their classes. It makes no sense.

So you'll have to tell me all about England. At least you don't have to learn a new language to study there. Of course, we Americans have spent the last 200+ years bastardizing the English language, so maybe you will have to learn. It's a good thing you already like tea. Ya know, I'll see if I can come up with any more British stereotypes and include them in future letters. I think I'll try to include "sod off, you bloody git" in a conversation sometime...just for fun. (Please, imagine me rolling my eyes at myself.)

As always, Mom and Dad told me to say hello to you. They brought me to school last month. It took them each 2 weeks to arrange, but they were able to adjust their schedules so that their lectures and seminars were either in or near Boston at the beginning of the semester. And they stayed for 2 weeks! In many ways, it was like a family vacation ‐ we did a lot of sightseeing and shopping. I constantly had to remind Mom that I was living in a dorm and not a 4-bedroom/3-bath colonial. Dad, of course, just followed along, chuckling. His chuckles subsided when Mom stuck him with carrying all of her purchases.

I really think me being in college is affecting them more than any of us expected. I don't think my parents ever really realized that being so good at what they do would demand so much of their time. I know there are lots of people who think I was neglected. Once, when I was spending a weekend at Buffy's, Joyce asked if either Mom or Dad ever considered changing jobs to spend more time with me. Oh, she wasn't being judgmental; she was just curious. I'm sure my parents thought about it ‐ I saw how much it hurt them to miss out on the mundane things. But, I would never ask them to give up something like that. They love their work, Tare...so much. Asking them to do something else just so they could greet me at the door after school would be like asking them to stop being themselves. I'm proud of Mom and Dad. Each is top in their respective fields and they are so highly respected. How can I not be proud of them?

So, yeah, that was a really wordy way of saying that my parents wanted to have as much fun as possible with me while they were here. Since their stay covered my first week of classes, one or both of them would walk me to and from classes. Every time I came out of a class and saw my mom waiting, she'd be carrying at least 3 bags worth of M.I.T. memorabilia ‐ t-shirts, sweatshirts, mugs, glasses, teddy bears, pencil holders, paperweights ‐ you name it, she bought it. She was on a first name basis with the staff at the campus store! It feels good to know how proud they are of me. They are going to try visiting again next month for a "Family Weekend" if they can work out their schedules. I wish you and Buffy could come too ‐ then my whole family would be here.

I almost forgot to tell you! I've decided to take one class per semester that is purely "just because" ‐ a class that you and I might take together if we were at the same school. Doc Harry was in complete agreement: "One class that is completely irrelevant to your major is a marvelous idea! Great way to maintain your sanity." Of course, finding out there's a need to maintain my sanity made me shudder, but it will be easy to do cuz it will feel like you're here with me in the "just because" class. Even mild insanity is worth it if I can have that feeling for one class.

Hey! We are physically closer to each other now! I moved east and you moved west. So we're 4 or 5 time zones closer now? Is that right? I'll have to look it up. I can't believe I haven't done that already.

Speaking of time, I need to go. I have an 8am class and it's late, so I should go to bed. I can't wait to hear from you and learn about your new school. And you have to tell me about all of your new friends ‐ I need to give my stamp of approval, you know.

Bye, babe. I miss you.

Love,

Will

P.S. Buffy says, "Hi from Sunny San Diego!" She's enjoying UCSD quite a bit. I think she just likes studying at the beach so she can check out guys at the same time. I have to admit, I'm jealous...of the studying at the beach, not the boy watching.

My dear Will,

Well, Christmas break is over and I'm back to school. I did well first term. I only got one B…in maths (oh, look at me with the British spelling). Oh well. It's not like I'm going to need math once I'm out of school – and I've just left myself open to a Willow Rosenberg patented lecture on the 1001 ways I'll need math in 10 years, haven't I?

Mom and Daddy came to London for the holiday. Donnie had to stay at school because of his internship – he's hoping it will turn into a permanent job this summer after he graduates. So, Mom and Daddy split their time between us – two weeks with me and a week with Donnie. Then Donnie is going to come see me for a weekend next month. It's a good thing my scholarships pay for a single room at the hall – I can easily convert my studio space into a ''guest room.'' Saves everyone money not having to pay for a hotel. So, there's plenty of room here for you if you ever have time to visit.

I have to agree with what you said in your last letter…doing Joint Honours is more difficult than it sounds. At least we can both easily combine our majors. Art History and Painting don't exactly clash. It's interesting to apply history to my painting. Sometimes I'll hole up in my studio space and try to apply the various styles we study in the history classes to my own painting. I have so many 16 x 20 canvases covered with various versions of Big Ben. Most of them aren't very good though. One or two are all right. I suspect I'll get better as I go. I figure it will serve me well after graduation. I'd like to have a go at restoration and reproduction when school is over. The paychecks from that would allow me to work on my own stuff. And if my stuff doesn't sell, at least I won't be a stereotypical ''starving artist.'' Honestly, I'd be happy with gallery shows. You'll come to them, right?

I'm glad Buffy's dating again. It must have been so hard for her after what Josh did to her. I knew you'd help Buffy when you got home for break. You're a good friend, Willow. Buffy is lucky to have you there for her. I'm sure she's told you the same thing. Please say hello for me next time you talk to her.

You know, Will, I'm a little jealous of Buffy. She gets to have you near her. She can just pick up the phone to call you and not worry about giving up food money for a week. I've often thought about calling you for just two minutes, just to hear your voice. But I know I can't. I know if I hear your voice, two minutes won't be enough. I'll never want to hang up the phone. We're less than 3 1/2 years until our date, Will. We've made it this long, right? Time will go by even faster since we're so busy with college. It has to. I miss you so much. I thought it would get easier with time, but it doesn't. I miss you more today than I ever have…and I'll miss you even more tomorrow.

I miss us, Willow…you and me, sitting under our tree…without a care in the world. I think about that so much. I had a dream last week about the day Daddy helped us hang the swing. We had so much fun that day, didn't we? In my dream, we fell asleep under our tree. Your head was on my lap and I was leaning against the tree, just like we used to be. Except we weren't kids…it was now. I remember being so comfortable. You were on your side with your back to me and you had your arms wrapped around my leg, just above the knee. I had one hand on your shoulder and the other hand ran through your hair. We just fell asleep like that.

I woke up from the dream smiling and I felt so happy. When I realized it was just a dream, I started to get sad, missing you even more in that moment. I told mom about the dream when she called me that morning to tell me how her doctor's appointment went (she's doing well, by the way). She said to me, ''Baby-girl, don't let the good dreams bring you down. Grab on to that feeling you had when you woke up and don't let it go. Cherish it. Carry it around in your pocket and, every now and then, take it out and look at it. Remember the good things, Tara.'' So, I picked you up, put you in my pocket, and carried you with me all day, Willow. It was a good day.

I should go, Sweetie. I came to the library to study, but when I checked my pigeon- hole on the way and saw your letter, studying went right out of my mind. So here it is, 2 hours later, and I haven't cracked a book. I know you'll understand – the math exam is in 2 days. Two days and no more math!

Write when you can, Will. Oh! I finally had someone at the computer centre teach me about email and such. I have two addresses: ''tara.maclay@slade.ac.uk'' and ''yourtarababe@yahoo.com.'' If you want to try the email thing, you can use either address. Though, I have a funny feeling I know which one you'll use. I can't guarantee how often I'll get to check my mail, so don't get upset if you don't get a quick reply. And don't be surprised if you still get regular, old-fashioned letters from me. You know me; I'm a traditionalist at heart.

Take care, Sweetie. Remember I miss you more and more every second of every day.

Always,

Tara

P.S. I've sent you a list of common British terms and their meanings…use them wisely.

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Date:	08 Sep 2001 13:15:35 +0100
From:	"w rosenberg" <willowywill@gmail.com>
To:	yourtarababe@yahoo.com
Subject:	Hey!

Hi, babe! I have a few minutes before my study group, so I thought I would send you a quick note to say hi. So, "HI!" It's so weird, Tare. I'm officially in my second year of college, but I'm considered a 2nd semester Junior. I'm used to people in my classes looking at me cross-eyed because I do well, but now they are looking at me funny because I'm in courses it took them 3 years to get into. I can't tell if it's jealousy or animosity. All I know is they don't seem very happy to see me in class with them. But, I'm not letting it bother me. The professors like me and I like them. I'm here for an education, not to be popular. Besides, since my new roommate and I are getting along so swimmingly, I'm not completely friendless. There are only two friends I care about keeping, anyway. Unfortunately, you're in England and Buffy's in California. But, not for too much longer…less than 3 years, Tara! Whoo and hoo! So how are things across the pond? I love the drawings you sent me. I designed and made a collage frame for them. I have it hanging right over my desk. That way, whenever I'm studying and I just need a quick break, I look up and see those lovely images. It makes me feel like you're there with me. I'm sure you can guess that I look up from my books quite often. Okay…I have to run. I've got 10 minutes to dash across campus. Write when you can. Please say hello to your family for me. I'm so glad your mom is well. Love ya to bits, Willow

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Tara Maclay to me

More Options Nov 15, 2001

Willow,

I'm going to get the hard stuff out of the way…I'm glad you're not flying home for the holidays. I mean, I'm sorry you'll be alone for Thanksgiving (maybe we'll have time to talk on messenger), but I still don't feel comfortable with you flying yet. I know everyone has said it's safe. There's been so much terrorism and mass tragedy on this side of the world; people seem to take it more in stride. So there are fewer qualms about traveling.

I admit this bothered me at first. The patriot in me grew indignant at the seeming lack of concern. But then the human in me won out. People here did grieve for the victims, their families, and our country. They just did it in their own way. It's not that they're desensitized, they've just got a longer history of wars and attacks; they react to these acts of violence in a different way. It's not like they don't care, because a lot of them were very shocked and crying, but one phrase that crops up again and again is 'life must go on'. It's so surreal, Will.

I am glad your mom and dad will be in Boston for Hanukah/Christmas. The trip you all have planned to Maine sounds beautiful. Remember to write everything in your diary. And if you take pictures, put those in your diary, too. Knowing you, they'll be organized chronologically with a story accompanying each image (written in different colors, of course).

The computer centre is about to close, so I need to finish up. It's late, but I'm not tired. I wish the centre wasn't closing so early. I guess I'll go home and paint. My homework is finished and I just can't study anymore. So, I'll put in the CD you made for me and lose myself in my paints. That CD always makes me think of you…and thinking of you gives me inspiration. I'll bet you thought you only helped me with maths, huh?

They're kicking me out, Sweetie. Write soon.

Forever,

Tara

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Date:	23 Feb 2002 19:26:11 -0800
From:	"Tara Maclay" <yourtarababe@yahoo.com>
To:	xcupidsxfoolx@yahoo.com
Subject:	You're such a worrywart

Hi, Buffy. Here's your paper. It's really quite good. Nice work. I've typed in some comments and suggestions for you – I made the font green so you could see it more easily. I also added some sources at the end of the paper. If your library has them, they'll give you a couple of ideas that'll fit in your paper nicely. Don't get me wrong; the paper is really good as it is. Some of the arguments you made are fascinating! I was motivated to look some stuff up in my own texts and to discuss them with my advisor. She agrees with me – she thinks you'd be a great Art Historian. (*wink*) Anyway, let me know if you have any questions or need anything else. I'm always happy to help a friend. And I do consider you a friend, by the way. So, no, you don't need to send me a box of cookies and brownies. Just remember me when you're a famous advertiser and I'm still a lowly starving artist who needs some help getting noticed. We'll call it even. Take care, Buffy.

Tara

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Tara Maclay to me

More Options Dec 31, 2002

My sweet Willow.

Tonight marks the last day of 2002. After tonight, we will only have to wait through one more tick of the annual calendar until the year of our date is here. So close, Will. So close. I can hardly wait.

Mom, Dad and Donnie all say hello. It’s nice to be spending the holidays together. This is the first time all four of us have been in the same place at the same time for Christmas since we were in high school. We’re all going to a reception at the Officer’s club this evening, but we are coming back home early. All of us decided we wanted to ring in the New Year having our own, private gathering. So, we’ve pulled out the games, some movies, lots of snacks, and a couple bottles of wine. It’s family night. Wish you were here to spend the time with us.

I’m looking forward to starting my job when I get back to London. I know it’s only part time, so I won’t be making much money. But it’s the Tate, Will! I’ll be able to put my studies to use. I’m very excited. The curator seemed very nice and said if I do well, he will see about expanding my duties. Keep your fingers crossed for me.

Well, Donnie just came by to walk me home, so I need to go. We have to get ready for the reception.

HEY PIXIE! KEEPING OUT OF TROUBLE? IF SO, WHY?! GO RAISE A FEW EYEBROWS, KID! LOL – DONNIE

LOL Yep! That’s my brother!

Happy New Year, Sweetie. I can’t wait to hear from you again.

All my love,

Tare

Tara tapped her fingers on the steering wheel impatiently and glanced down at the speedometer. Why does 67 mph seem so much slower here? She'd been driving for about an hour, but it seemed like much longer. The blonde sighed and reached over to change the radio station.

Tara turned off the radio and returned to tapping the steering wheel. Eventually, she gave in to whining.

Willow sipped on her mocha as she ambled down the streets of Sunnydale. She'd been away from her hometown for much of the previous 4 years, only returning a few times to visit when she had a break from school. The redhead sighed as she looked at the familiar surroundings. I've really missed this place.

The park came into view as she rounded the corner. Willow carefully examined the area and subconsciously gave a satisfied nod. It really does look good…even better than I expected. She caught the sight of a swing hanging from the large oak in the middle of the park. Our swing. Smiling, she made her way to her favorite childhood spot.

She reached the swing and lovingly ran her hands over the metal seat. She lifted the rectangular seat and turned it over, looking for the familiar marker. There she saw the telltale sign that this was, in fact, their swing. Willow dropped the seat to its normal position. Gingerly sitting on the swing, Willow tested the strength of the ropes. Once she was sure the swing wouldn't break, she wrapped her arms around the ropes, linking her hands in front of her, and rested her head on the rope to her right. The momentum of the swing caused her to sway in slow, lazy circles. Wow. That was almost 10 years ago.

Willow sighed as she came back from her memories and gently grasped the ropes. Pushing off the ground, she set the swing in motion. She leaned back as far as possible once she'd gained some momentum, her hold on the ropes the only thing keeping her from falling backwards off the swing. Viewing the world while moving and being upside-down gave Willow a heady rush. It's like floating. After a few minutes, she hopped off the swing and moved to sit against the tree. Glancing at her watch and realizing she was about 30 minutes early, she smiled as she let the feelings of that afternoon so many years ago wash over her.

She chuckled lightly as she thought of Donnie and the hell he put her and Tara through back then. He certainly held up the standards of big brothers everywhere, picking on Tara every chance he got. But, after that day, Willow noticed the twinkle in his eye as he teased his sister. He'd never really hurt her.

And Tara…Tara dutifully fulfilled her role as the tortured little sister, chastising Donnie for his behavior toward her and calling him a dork whenever possible. Willow heard Tara's voice echo in her head: "I'd rather be teased than ignored." The redhead's smile faded from her lips and was replaced with a pained grimace.

That's just what I did, isn't it? I ignored her, ignored her feelings. I didn't stop to think, I just went on a self-pity spree. It was all about me. I didn't even consider how Tara felt. I don't blame her for not talking to me anymore. I wouldn't blame her if she didn't show up today. Hell, I wouldn't blame her if she hated me.

Willow's body tensed as she felt the sting of tears at the backs of her eyes. She quickly shook her head, as if clearing unpleasant cobwebs from her brain. No. I'm not going to think that way. She sent the postcard. She said she remembered. She promised. Besides, Buffy said she'd love me. Buffy wouldn't lie to me.

Her thoughts turned toward her friend. If it hadn't been for Buffy, she would have spent all of her time in high school either in the library or her room. Willow felt a grin sneak up on her as she thought of Buffy. She was different from the rest of the kids at Sunnydale High. Buffy didn't give up on her like the rest of them did. Buffy liked Willow for Willow…not for Willow's grade point average. Buffy understood that she could never replace Tara in Willow's life…and she didn't try. Buffy carved her own little niche in Willow's life…and her heart. No, Buffy was definitely not like the other kids, Willow chuckled to herself. She's my rock.

It was Buffy who kept Willow on track for the last year. She kept her promise to Tara, writing to her every now and then to let her know how Willow was doing. In turn, she made sure Willow knew that Tara was doing well. Buffy and Tara had formed a unique friendship during their correspondence with each other. Willow was their connection to each other. But apart from discussing Tara's well being with Willow, Buffy maintained Tara's confidence in all other respects. She did not serve as a messenger for Willow and Tara; she did not try to mend what was damaged. Buffy knew that was something only Willow and Tara could do together. The redhead's respect for Buffy grew exponentially. I wouldn't have made it through the last year without Buffy.

Willow sighed as thoughts and memories washed over her. Drawing her knees to her chest, Willow wrapped her arms around her legs and watched as the children ran through the playground on the other side of the park.

Tara arrived in Sunnydale without having to consult her map. Somehow she just knew where to go, even after all her years away. Noticing that she was a few minutes early, Tara decided to park a block away from their meeting place and walk the rest of the way. After sitting on a plane for hours and then driving from LA, she figured she'd give her limbs a chance to stretch.

Face it, Maclay. You're stalling. You don't know if she's gonna even be there and you're scared to death that she won't be.

Despite the warm summer weather, Tara shivered and crossed her arms tightly over her chest. She walked with her shoulders hunched and her head down, blonde tresses falling to cover her face. Suddenly she jerked her arms away from her body, straightened her posture and began walking with determination. Tara hardened herself to the task ahead.

Damn! Why do I do this to myself?! If she isn't there, then she isn't there. I'll just have to live with that. After all, I brought it on myself. If she is there, she may decide she doesn't want to be in my life anymore, and I'll have to live with that too. At least I'll have the chance to apologize before heading back to L.A.

Almost as suddenly, Tara's gait slowed. The tension she was unconsciously holding in released slightly as she reconsidered her thoughts.

But, this is Willow. She wouldn't do that, would she? Just shut me out like that? I did it to her, though. She would have reason to shun me. I hurt her so badly by breaking off contact. I took my friendship away from her without giving her the chance to make amends.

But, why should she have to make amends? Why should she have to do all the work? We both said things we didn't mean. I was as much to blame. But I turned my back on her. She tried to apologize. She tried to bridge the gap and make things right. But I ignored her. I just ignored her. And when I realized what I had done, that I was just as much to blame, what did I do? Did I write to her? Did I call her? Did I apologize? No. I kept my silence. I hurt her more than she could ever hurt me.

Tara stood and resumed her walk. Her determination, while not as fierce, had returned. She had somewhere to be.

As she approached the area she remembered from her childhood, her heart sank. Their special place had been turned into a modern public park. Tara looked around trying to reorient herself with her surroundings. Everything was different. The area that was once covered with trees and wild flowers – where she and Willow could hide away from the rest of the world – was now jam-packed with people. There were families enjoying the warm summer weather at the picnic grounds. Children climbed through the jungle gym in the playground. Lovers sat arm-in-arm on the benches – many surrounding the fountain that was prominently displayed at the center of the park. Tara walked closer to the fountain to have a better look. The large sculpture in the middle of the fountain brought a wistful smile to her lips. It showed two young girls playing under the shade of a large tree – one pushing the other on a makeshift swing hanging from the tree's largest branch.

Out of the corner of her eye, Tara caught a glimpse of red as a group of teenagers left the area and headed toward the hotdog stand. She would have known that color anywhere. She'd spent years painstakingly mixing paints until she achieved just the right hue. It was etched in her memory.

She's here. Tara took a moment to catch her breath and then began to walk toward the friend she'd only seen in her dreams for the past 8 years. Willow was sitting at the foot of the large oak tree they had played under as children. Our tree. As Tara slowly approached the tree, she took in Willow's profile. Willow sat against the tree, her knees drawn up to her chest, her chin resting on her arms, which were crossed over her knees, her eyes closed. Tara could tell that Willow was lost in thought, a myriad emotions playing across her face. She stopped before reaching her destination to watch Willow and marveled at her friend's beauty. Willow's hair was waving slightly in the late afternoon breeze. Soft…I'll bet it's soft. Tara's gaze moved downward to take in Willow's face and she noticed the small smile on her lips. Soft…I'll bet they're soft. After spending a few more moments taking in all that was Willow, Tara brought herself out of her daydream and again began moving toward the tree.

As she walked, the tension and anxiety melted away. All that existed in that moment was Willow.

Willow had lost track of time as she sat wrapped in her memories. She made herself focus on the good memories – of her and Tara under the same tree, of Buffy goofily drawing little stick figures on her letters to Tara, of having a letter or email from Tara brighten her day. At the same time, she was trying to calm the pterodactyls that had been flapping around in her stomach. She'd thought about this day nearly every day for the past 8 years. She'd agonized over it every day for the past 2 months – What if Tara didn't come? What if she changed her mind after she sent the postcard? What would she do? No…no…she'll be here. She has to be here. I need her to be here. Willow soothed herself by closing her eyes and easily pulling up the image of Tara's prom picture in her mind. She could never forget that image – the half grin that made her heart skip a beat, the wheat colored hair flowing over her shoulders, the piercing blue eyes that seemed to dance. Willow was brought out of her thoughts by the sound of a melodic voice to her left. Though she hadn't heard the owner of the voice speak in 8 years, she knew without a doubt that it was Tara. She's here. She came.

"Give me your hand
Make room for me
to lead and follow
you
beyond this rage of poetry."

Willow smiled as she listened to the voice, which seemed to move closer with each word. Hearing a brief pause, she decided to pick up where the voice left off.

Her eyes were still closed as she finished the final lines of the poem. Willow took a brief moment to simply be. Without looking toward her friend, Willow broke the short silence.

"I remember. 'Women Poets of the 20th Century.' Your fall 2002 'just because' class."

Willow's smile widened. She remembered. She remembered and memorized my favorite poem. Her eyes still closed, Willow basked in the feeling of Tara being near. After a few moments, she spoke again.

Willow finally turned her head toward Tara and opened her eyes-instantly making contact with the blue eyes she missed so much. The smile never left her face as she took in the sight of Tara casually leaning against the tree, her arms lightly wrapped around her waist. She felt a surge of warmth run through her body as Tara's lips curled into the half smile Willow adored. Willow's eyes followed Tara as she moved away from the tree and knelt in front of her – the two women gazed at each other, finally, eye to eye.

Buffy was still at her desk a couple of hours after she and Xander had returned from lunch. She was going over the same mock-ups for her latest project. Her heart wasn't into her work, though. Having Willow at her house and telling Xander about Willow and Tara had stirred memories from the past 7 years. It didn't help matters that the mock-ups in front of her were for the Espresso Pump campaign. She and Willow spent more time at the Espresso Pump while they were in high school than they did at home sometimes. Looking over the graphics for the campaign reminded Buffy of the good times she and her best friend had at the local café.

Buffy looked at the clock on the far wall. Well, they should be together now. Assuming Tara showed up. Oh, she'd better be there. Willow will be devastated if she didn't show. And I'll be forced to hunt Tara down and introduce her to pain for hurting my friend! Buffy shook these thoughts out of her head and chuckled at herself. Oh, yeah…little me is gonna get all big, bad and butch. Besides, Tara is my friend too. She's been hurting just as much as Willow. What happens if she doesn't show? Where does that put me? In the middle? Oh hell, if what I know about Tara is true – and I have no doubt that it is – she showed up. She and Willow are probably kissing and making up as I speak…um…think. Buffy gave an affirming nod and went back to the mock-ups. The ringing of her telephone broke the blonde's concentration.

Buffy quickly grabbed a pen and notepad and made her way down the hall to her boss's office. Why do I feel like I'm being called to Snyder's office expecting him to suspend me? As she walked, Buffy went over in her head all of the things she could have possibly done to warrant being called to the VP's office. Try as she might, she couldn't think of anything…but that didn't stop her from worrying. Trouble seems to be my middle name. She rounded the corner and came to a stop at the secretary's desk.

"Hey, Kristine, how's it going?" Buffy met Kristine on her first day at work for the company and immediately took a liking to the older woman. There was something motherly about the woman that Buffy latched onto.

"I'm fine," Buffy internally chuckled at Kristine's term of endearment. "Um, Mr. Gomboni asked to see me."

"Oh! Well let me announce you." Kristine picked up her phone and dialed a couple of numbers. "Buffy Summers is here…okie dokie…Go on in, Buffy."

"Thanks." Buffy took a deep breath and walked to the door; she knocked a couple of times and then entered the office. "Mr. Gomboni? You wanted to see me, sir?"

"Buffy! Yes, come in. Have a seat. And, if I remember correctly, I told you to please call me Tony…Mr. Gomboni was my father."

"Good. Now that we have that settled, there are a couple of things I'd like to discuss with you." Tony leaned forward in his chair and opened a folder sitting on his desk. "First of all, how are things going on the Espresso Pump campaign?"

"Oh, um, really well, I think. I was just looking over the mock-ups when you called. They need to be taken over to Dave for final approval. I was going to do that today before I left."

"Today? Four days ahead of deadline?" Tony raised an eyebrow…whether in surprise or disbelief, Buffy wasn't sure.

"Um, well, you see, Mr. Gom-…Tony, the Espresso Pump has been a big part of my life ever since I was in high school. I can count on my left hand the number of days when I didn't stop by there for a mocha. So that project is really a labor of love as well as…um…labor." Buffy fidgeted a bit in her chair. God, Willow's been in town for one day and you've picked up her babbling. You couldn't just say "yes, sir"?

"Impressive, Buffy…very impressive. I'll look forward to seeing the mock-ups once Dave has approved them. Speaking of Dave, he was just in here a little while ago. We had a fairly lengthy conversation about you."

"Yes, about you. It seems as though Dave is highly impressed with the work you've been doing since coming on board with the company. He said your work on the campaign for The Bronze was some of the best he's ever seen."

"Really?" Buffy squeaked. She cleared her throat and focused on bringing her voice back to its normal register. "I mean, wow, thank you!"

"Thank you, Buffy. I can't tell you how refreshing it is to see such dedication from someone so young. I've, um, also heard that you've been seen around the office well after closing time. Is this true?"

"Okay, yeah, most days. But, honest, it's just because I want to make sure that I'm doing a good job. I mean, I'm not one of those people who stick around after everyone leaves just to raid the office supply closet. Really. I just sit at my desk and work…and then…when I'm done…I leave…and I'm just going to be quiet and let you talk now." Damn you, Willow!

Tony laughed heartily at Buffy's outburst. After a few moments, he calmed down enough to continue speaking. "I'm well aware that you work when you're here late, Buffy. Again, I'm impressed with your dedication and work ethic."

"Why don't you take the rest of the afternoon off, Buffy? As a reward for the great work you've been doing. If you keep this up, you'll be running your own campaigns in no time."

Buffy looked at her boss with a shocked expression. His words soon registered in her brain and she broke out into a large grin. Definitely not in trouble. "Thank you, sir!"

"Thank you, Tony! Um, I'll just get those mock-ups over to Dave before I go and- "

"Okay." Buffy's smile was permanently affixed to her face as she turned and left the office. She hurried to her desk, turned off her computer, picked up her purse and headed out of the building.

"I'm so glad you're here, Tare." Willow finally broke the comfortable silence as she and Tara smiled at each other under their tree. She was lost in the deep blue of Tara's eyes. God, she's so beautiful.

"Well, if I remember correctly, a certain green-eyed redhead made me promise to be here. And I don't break promises." Tara looked pointedly at the woman in front of her. Definitely a woman…but still the girl I knew. "I'm glad I'm here, too, Will. I wouldn't be anywhere else."

The two spent a few more minutes just looking at each other, taking in each other's presence. Tara moved from her spot kneeling in front of Willow to sit against the tree. Once she was comfortable, she looked at her friend and smiled. She patted her lap and raised an eyebrow, then waited for her unspoken question to be answered.

While seemingly impossible, Willow's smile grew even larger as she recognized the familiar gesture. Without hesitation, the redhead moved to put her head on Tara's lap and looked up at the blonde. I could stay here forever.

"I've missed this." Willow couldn't look away from Tara's eyes. "I've missed you."

"I've missed you, too, Will. So much." Tara reached forward to touch the red locks splayed on her lap. I was right…so soft. As she ran her fingers through Willow's hair, she continued. "You know, on really bad days, when nothing seemed to go right, I would find a quiet place, close my eyes and picture us…here…just like this. The memories of being with you in this place always made me feel better."

"Me too. It's like…nothing could touch us here, you know? Like this was our own world and nothing or no one could intrude."

"Yeah. I know what you mean." Tara looked around at all of the people who now roamed around their "world". "Things have changed though. It's not just our place anymore."

"No, it's not just our place anymore." Willow's smile faded a bit. "Tara? Um, you don't like the park?" Please like it. You just have to like it.

Tara looked back down at the green eyes she adored and wondered at the hurt look she saw coming from them.

"Oh, no! I mean…yes! I do like it. Very much. It's really pretty. There's so much to do and see. And it seems very popular. After all, it's a weekday and look at how many people are here." Tara's eye caught sight of the fountain as she looked around. "And that fountain is beautiful. It reminds me of us when we used to play here. I'd like to come back and draw it someday."

"Thanks, Tare. I'm glad you like it." Willow's smile returned and she continued to gaze at Tara.

"I do." Tara looked back down at her friend and saw the sparkle return to Willow's eyes. There's something else. What's going on in that head of hers? "Willow, why are you thanking me for liking the park?"

She made it? She dug it up and put up the swings and fountain and everything herself? With her own hands?

Willow tried to clarify her disjointed explanation, but the look on Tara's face told her she wasn't doing a very good job.

The blonde was finally beginning to understand what Willow was saying. Well, that makes sense. "So, you came up with the design to turn our special place into a public park." Tara spoke slowly, associating her surroundings with the conversation, piecing together the bits of information.

Willow misread Tara's reaction and, thinking Tara was angry, became anxious to explain. She sat up suddenly and faced Tara; Willow held the blonde's hands tightly in her own and looked directly into Tara's eyes.

"Oh, Tara, please don't be angry with me. Please! I…I had to do it, to save our tree…honest! They were going to level the whole thing…clear out all the wildflowers and tear down our tree. I couldn't let that happen, Tara…I just couldn't!" Willow was nearly panicked. "Buffy helped! Cuz, ya know, she was here and I wasn't…hard to make lots of trips from Boston…cuz…expensive, ya know? Plus, couldn't get away from classes and all of-"

Willow was cut off by the sound of Tara's laughter. She looked at the blonde and, while confused at the outburst, found joy in the sound. She gave Tar a mock pout. "You're laughing at me."

"Oh no! No!" Tara spoke through tears of happiness. She took a few moments to catch her breath and smiled at Willow.

"Will, sweetie, I'd never laugh at you." Tara reached up to move a few wayward strands of red hair behind Willow's ear. "No…I'm laughing because I'm so happy. You don't know how much I've missed Willow-babble. I'm just glad you still do that."

Willow smiled and blushed profusely, but she didn't know whether it was from embarrassment or from Tara's gentle touch. "Yeah, well, I've got the registered trademark on it," she quipped.

"Oh! Yeah!" Willow was off and running again. "So, I couldn't do anything from Boston to stop them from tearing the tree down. So Buffy put together a petition to stop the city from leveling everything. She got a bunch of the kids on campus behind the idea and they went all over – on campus and in town – to get people to sign it. She put together a whole "Save our Natural Parks" campaign to go with it…that's what she does…advertising…but you knew that already. She's really good. So anyway, the city agreed to not blindly level everything, but they still needed a new park. So they started taking bids – the lowest bidder got to design the park. And, well, I made sure I was the lowest bidder."

"Oh, that was the easy part!" Willow giggled and moved to sit next to Tara, holding one of the blonde's hands in her lap. Still a perfect fit.

Tara joined in on the giggling; she was enthralled by Willow's childlike enthusiasm. She's still a cuddler. She leaned into Willow's shoulder, urging her to continue.

"So…yeah…it's pretty common knowledge that the city would have a certain budget, right? And most design firms would try to make sure most of that budget went into the bank rather than the park…which makes sense…cuz that's how companies make their money…and, hey, capitalist society and everything-"

Tara couldn't hold in the snicker of amusement any longer. God, she just keeps getting more adorable by the minute.

Willow lowered her head slightly and looked up at Tara. She batted her eyes and smirked at the blonde beside her. "Well, you said you liked my babbling." Am I flirting? Whoo hoo! I'm flirting!

"Anyway, low bid…I did some research…cuz…hello…research girl here…and I was able to give the city a pretty detailed cost analysis of the materials that I'd need for my design…and I made sure my fee would be the lowest of all the bids. And mine got picked!"

"Will, how much was your fee?" Tara was beginning to get suspicious-Willow was being avoidy.

"Oh, it was enough." Willow looked down and found something fascinating on the back of Tara's hand.

Tara could see right through the redhead. I know how to get her to answer. Tara removed her hand from Willow's grasp, crossed her arms over her chest, and smirked at the redhead. "Well?"

Willow pouted in earnest, sticking out her lower lip as far as it would go. "No fair!"

Tara nearly gave in-the sight before her made her dizzy. Can I just nibble on that lip? Just for a minute? Whoa! Rein it in, Maclay! Tara snapped herself back to reality and raised one eyebrow at Willow. "Never said I'd play fair." And, God, neither are you! That lip…

"Piffle!" Pouty face didn't work. Huh! I thought it would for a few seconds though. Wonder what she was thinking about. Willow pulled her knees to her chest and sat playing with her skirt-constantly readjusting it over her legs. She looked at Tara from the corner of her eye. "Will you give me your hand back if I tell you?"

Tara wanted nothing more than to be touching the green-eyed beauty next to her- she'd felt too far away from Willow since reclaiming her hand. But, oh, that pout was worth it. Tara looked at Willow as if carefully considering the redhead's request. Let's see who can hold out longest.

"C'mon, Tare. Please?" Willow needed to be holding Tara's hand-not having the blonde's hand in hers had become almost painful. What I wouldn't give to have her arms around me. But for now, I have to be holding her hand-that wonderfully soft hand.

"Okay, Will…tell me and you can have my hand back." Oh don't give in now, but…it's so hard.

"Yay!" Willow stuck out her hand toward Tara, expecting the woman to return her hand to its rightful place.

"Uh uh, Missy, tell me and then you get my hand." Tara chuckled to herself. Yep, still the girl I've missed so much. So cute.

"Oh…well…okay." Willow looked down at her skirt. "Um…my…uh…fee…yeah…it was…nun holler." Willow purposefully mumbled the final words, hoping Tara could somehow translate.

Tara was shocked. She stared at Willow for a few moments-her eyes wide in amazement.

"Did you just say 'one dollar'?" The redhead nodded and Tara looked at the park around her. It's so beautiful…one dollar? Her gaze returned to Willow. Suddenly, Tara burst into laughter. Again, tears poured from her eyes as she marveled at Willow's ingenuity, creativity and all round adorability; she took joy in simply being in Willow's presence. When she saw the return of "Willow pout," Tara laughed even more.

"Oh, Will!" Tara tried to catch her breath as she spoke. "You're just too precious, sweetie. All of those adorable dramatics to reveal a one dollar fee."

Willow held in her own laughter, maintaining an air of feigned indignation. "Yes, well I believe someone owes me an even more exorbitant fee for divulging that information." The redhead smugly held out her hand, awaiting prompt payment.

"I will gladly pay your fee, Will." She ceremoniously placed her own hand in Willow's, loving the warm feeling of entwined fingers again, and then continued. "But, I think you're being severely underpaid. If I may, I'd like to increase your fee."

Without hesitation, Tara leaned over and placed a kiss on Willow's cheek. As she pulled away, she caught the redhead's eyes with her own, hoping she'd see the response she wished for in those emerald orbs. Please.

Willow was stunned. She stared at Tara with wide eyes-she tried her best to make her brain start working again. GAH! She kissed me! Ohmygod! SHE KISSED ME!! Okay, Rosenberg, get a grip. She's gonna think you're a freak if you just sit here with your mouth hanging open.

While Tara didn't think Willow was a freak, she was becoming concerned at the redhead's non-response. Oh God. "Um, Will?" Tara's nervousness was multiplying. "Willow? I'm…um…I'm sorry. I shouldn't have-"

"Wow." Willow repeated, her vocal abilities returned to a semi-functional state. "I mean…wow…I wish I always got paid like that." Willow's motor functions caught up with her brain and she gave Tara a smile so bright, it lit up the very air around them. The tip of her tongue jutted playfully between sparkling teeth. She kissed me.

It was Tara's turn to be at a loss for words. She began to feel warm from the blush that was obviously-and rapidly-moving up her body. Soon, the tips of her ears were a bright crimson. Embarrassed by her decidedly smitten reaction to Willow's words, Tara bowed her head and allowed her hair to fall forward, effectively covering her face.

Willow recognized Tara's attempt to hide and decided she simply would not permit it.

"Hey." Willow spoke softly as she reached over to place a finger under Tara's chin and raise the blonde's head. "None of that, Ms. Maclay." She gently pushed Tara's hair behind her ears. "I won't have you hiding those beautiful blues from me."

Tara blushed even more-she wondered if that was even possible-but did not look away from Willow. She lost herself in Willow's gaze. "Okay." Wow.

Willow gave the hand still clasped in her own a slight squeeze and smiled. "Okay." Then she lifted the hand to her lips. Never breaking eye contact with the blonde, she placed a gentle kiss just above Tara's wrist.

Tara glanced down at Willow's lips on her skin. So soft. She lifted her gaze and got caught up in Willow's green eyes as the redhead allowed her lips to linger. Oh God. "Okay." God, Maclay! Can't you say anything else?

"How about we go get something to eat? You must be starving," Willow said into Tara's wrist before pushing herself up to a standing position and taking Tara with her.

"Okay," Tara managed to squeak out as she followed in a daze. Apparently I can't.

Willow had not relinquished her grip on Tara's hand as they made their way through the park toward downtown Sunnydale. Tara offered to drive, but Willow preferred walking. I can't hold her hand if she's driving…but more importantly, I can't see her eyes if she's watching the road. She felt as if not touching Tara would result in her waking from a dream. A beautiful dream. Willow focused on their clasped hands and once again smiled at how perfectly their fingers intertwined.

Tara turned her head slightly to look at Willow and smiled. She was also enjoying the feel of Willow's hand in hers. She marveled at how easy it was to find contentment in Willow's nearness. The sight, the feel of her is so natural, like she's always been near me.

"What?" Willow caught Tara gazing at her, the blonde seemingly caught up in her own thoughts.

"Of course you do." Willow returned Tara's smile, her eyes sparkling. "You've known me since 4th grade, silly."

Tara's smile grew wider and she gently squeezed Willow's hand. So cute. "No, Will. I mean…I know you. I feel like I know everything there is to know about you. It's like we haven't been apart for 8 years, like I've been with you every one of those days. Do you know what I mean?" Oh, please get it. Please feel the same thing.

Willow looked away from Tara for just the briefest of moments before answering. "Yeah, I do." Willow spoke slowly in deference to the battle currently being waged in her mind. Language skills are needed here, Willow. Don't waste the IQ points now…But…eyes…smile…pretty. GAH! No cave Willow! "I do know what you mean, Tare. It's like someone implanted these false memories of the past 8 years in our brains…like that Total Recall movie. But in reality, we've never been apart. We've experienced everything together and those false memories are starting to crumble."

Willow's eyes went wide as a new and infinitely more exciting thought entered her mind. After taking a deep breath, she continued, all the while guiding Tara through the park. Willow was practically skipping.

"Oh! Or that Xena episode where Caesar got the Fates to mess with the Loom of Life and alter their realities so Xena and Gabrielle didn't know each other. But when they did meet, there was this attraction that they couldn't explain or deny. And then Gabby burned the altered tapestry at the risk of destroying the world so she and Xena could be together. Yeah…it's like that."

Willow turned to look at Tara, a proud grin gracing her features. She was met with an expression of amazement and wonder.

"Tara? Didn't they have Xena in Germany?" Way to go, Spaz. She has no idea what you're talking about. Way to completely disprove the 'like we've never been apart' theory.

Tara stared at Willow in absolute awe. How does she do that? She doesn't turn blue from lack of oxygen or anything. Amazing.

"Um, Tare? Are you okay?" Willow grew concerned over Tara's dazed expression. I think I broke her.

"Huh? OH! Yes, I'm fine. I was just thinking about what you said." Tara gave Willow's hand a reassuring squeeze.

"Oh, yeah. I guess I wasn't making much sense. You really should stop me when I go on like that," Willow said as she blushed in embarrassment.

"Will, I'm not going to stop you," Tara laughed and leaned into Willow's shoulder as they walked. "Don't forget, I like your babble. And you made perfect sense. I know exactly what you mean."

Willow grinned, her tongue slightly peeking through her teeth. A giddy feeling washed over her as she felt Tara's shoulder touch her own. "I'm glad."

They continued to make their way downtown, their clasped hands gently swinging between them. Tara was taking in her surroundings, reacquainting herself with Sunnydale, appreciating the warmth of the afternoon. Willow was reveling in Tara's presence, amazed that she could see and touch Tara. She thought over all they had said to each other that afternoon, as if to lock the words into her memory. Of course, being Willow, she quickly shifted into an analytical mode.

What am I glad about? That she understands what I was saying? That she likes my babble? That our shoulders are touching? All of the above? Who cares, Rosenberg…she's here. That's all that matters. This day could have turned out so differently.

Willow's smile faded and her pace slowed. Her furrowed brow gave her a worried look.

Tara noticed the change in Willow's demeanor and quickly brought the two of them to a full stop. "Will?" Tara spoke gently and waited for Willow to lift her head. When Willow's eyes met her own, Tara saw a lost little girl looking back at her. "Sweetie, what is it?" Tara carefully pushed some red locks away from Willow's face and allowed her hand to linger, gently cupping Willow's cheek. "It's okay, Will. You can talk to me."

As Willow leaned into the warmth of Tara's touch, she closed her eyes and felt a single tear slide down her face. "I don't know, Tare." Willow took a ragged breath and looked up to be greeted by the bluest, most loving eyes she'd ever seen. "Oh, God," Willow breathed. She lifted her hand to cover Tara's, again pressing her cheek into her friend's warmth. Tears fell freely. "You're here. After how horribly I treated you, you're still here. I don't deserve this."

Tara swallowed the lump in her throat and closed her eyes for a moment. When she opened them, the sight of Willow crying and holding desperately to her hand broke Tara's heart. Oh God, what have I done?

"And the thing that really has me peeved," Willow continued, "is that it's not enough." Her features crinkled into a grimace. "No…no…that's not what I mean. I just…it's….UGH! Everything is swirling around in my head and I can't get it organized. I need a spreadsheet for my brain." Willow took a deep breath and collected her thoughts. "I mean, you being here is more than enough; it's more than I'd ever expected. But, it's like I'm forgetting something…something necessary…and I can't remember what it is. I'm afraid you're gonna think about what happened…about everything I said…and…and…" Willow was struggling to hold in her sobs and spoke between gasping breaths. "I just…Tara…I can't…I don't-"

"Hey!" Tara interrupted Willow, who was on the edge of hyperventilating, placing a hand on either side of her friend's head. "Look at me, Will." Tara waited until she saw the tear-filled green eyes looking back at her. She hooked her left index finger under Willow's chin and wiped away the tears with her right hand. "C'mon, Sweetie…no tears, okay? Be happy to be with me like I'm happy to be with you."

Willow's eyes widened, shocked that Tara would think she wasn't happy to be near her. "Oh God, Tara…I am happy to be with you! So happy. I'm Happy McHappy because I'm with you right now. But, I keep thinking about what I said to you…about what I did. I just expect you to…to look at me and say, 'Haha! Joke's on you! I actually hate you and I'm leaving now.' And…and…I would deserve it, Tara. It would kill me, but I would deserve it. And if that happens before I remember the necessary thing, it would kill me even more." Willow looked away for a moment, in thought, and then returned her gaze to Tara. "Is it possible for something to 'kill even more'…I mean, once you're killed, you're killed, right? You can't be killed more, cuz that wou-"

A gentle finger covered Willow's lips, effectively cutting off her babble. "Mara? Mut id it?" Willow mumbled.

"Shh. I need you to be quiet now, Will. Just breathe, okay?" Tara looked pointedly at the petite woman in front of her and waited for Willow's answering nod. Once she was satisfied that Willow was breathing normally, Tara removed her finger. "First of all, Will – and this is very important – I would never hate you…I can't imagine how I could possibly ever hate you. That being said, I would not just leave like that." Tara paused for a brief moment, a pained expression on her face. "Though I understand it may be hard for you to believe that since, for all intents and purposes, I left you last year when I wouldn't answer your letters." Tara quickly held up her hand to stop Willow's protest. "Hear me out, Will, please. It's true; you shouldn't have said those things. But you did."

"We both did. I'm not proud of how I treated you, Willow. I shouldn't have shut you out like that. If we could go back in time I know we would each do things differently, but we can't, Will. So we'll just have to deal with it and move on. And we will deal with it; we will talk about it. For right now, at this moment, let's just be with each other. It's been 8 years, Will. I don't want us to spend our first 24 hours together crying over something that happened a year ago, okay? I forgive you, Sweetie. I forgave you so very long ago. I was wrong to not tell you that before today. Willow, can you forgive me too?"

"Oh, Tara." Willow sighed as she moved forward to wrap her arms around Tara's waist and pull her into a hug. She nuzzled into the crook of Tara's neck and held tightly to the friend who had been in her heart for so many years.

Tara leaned her cheek against Willow's head and embraced her, adoringly stroking the red hair she loved so much. "Is that a yes, Will?"

Willow pulled back just enough to look into Tara's eyes. She gazed deeply into the blue orbs before her and sighed again. "Of course," she whispered, as she returned her head to Tara's shoulder. "I figured it out, Tare."

"The necessary thing. I know what it is." Willow grinned against Tara's shoulder.

"Yes," Tara whispered. She closed her eyes and tightened her arms around Willow. "A hug is certainly necessary."

Whether it was a few seconds or a few minutes that Willow and Tara spent wrapped in each other's embrace neither could tell. All they knew at that moment was that it felt right.

Willow pulled away from the hug just enough to look at Tara, her eyebrows scrunched together in confusion. "What?"

"The Xena episode…it's called 'When Fates Collide.' I watched it too." Tara giggled at the surprised look on Willow's face and then continued, "Do you think Xena and Gabrielle were lovers?"

The people walking through the streets of Sunnydale were shaken from their peaceful afternoon by the pounding rhythms of "I'm So Excited." Many looked around to locate the source of the disturbance. They were greeted by the sight of a petite blonde in a bright red, convertible Tracker, her hair blowing freely in the wind.

Buffy had lowered the top on her vehicle as soon as she reached the parking lot. It's a beautiful day and I'm going to enjoy it! After popping in her favorite music mix CD, Buffy began her drive home. Go home…change into comfy "no work for Buffy" clothes…find Willow so she can congratulate me. Perfect plan. Still thriving on the buzz that resulted from the meeting with her boss, Buffy found that she couldn't resist singing along with the music. Apparently, the Pointer Sisters' lyrics weren't good enough for her today.

"I'm not in trouble/ so don't burst my bubble/ I'm gonna get promoted and my pay will double!"

Men and women along the roads grimaced and shook their heads. Teenagers pointed and laughed. Small children covered their ears and hid behind their parents. A few babies cried, which earned Buffy a few glares from angered moms and dads.

Buffy, however, was oblivious to everything around her. Fortunately, she did notice the red traffic light and brought her vehicle to a complete stop at the intersection. The "Buffy Karaoke Party" continued until she heard a knocking sound come from a nearby source. She looked to the passenger side of the Tracker and greeted the trooper who had pulled his motorcycle alongside Buffy.

"Oh, hey, Danny! How are you today?" Buffy enthused as she reached over to turn down the music. "So gently you came rapping, and so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my Tracker door, that I scarce was sure I heard you." Buffy giggled at the uniformed man.

"Hey, Buffy. You probably didn't hear my tapping because you were busy rapping to your rather loud music." Danny smirked at Buffy.

"All right, Buffy, E.A. Poe aside, you need to bring it down a notch, okay? Keep the music down to a reasonable level…and could you try just humming along with the music? You're kinda scaring the kids." Danny's features flushed a bit at having to gently reprimand the blonde, but he couldn't let the citizens of Sunnydale – the people who pay the taxes that provide for his salary – suffer needlessly.

"Oh, I'm sorry. Yeah…definitely…music levels so that ears don't bleed…check. And, um, humming rather than singing…gotcha." Buffy looked at Danny with a sly smile and quickly batted her eyelashes for good measure. "You're not going to give me a ticket, are you, Danny?"

"No, Buffy," the trooper laughed. "No ticket today. Just pay more attention to the road than to the music, okay? The light is green…get going."

"Thanks, Danny! You're a gem!" Buffy shouted back to the trooper as she slowly pulled away from the intersection and continued her drive home.

Willow and Tara continued their walk down Main Street as Willow offered suggestions for their upcoming meal. The redhead pointed to each restaurant, café, or bistro in turn.

"There's Mama Angela's – great lasagna. The Three Marys has a healthier fare – sprouts, granola, and tofu. My parents loved that place. Um, Watty's Wok & Kettle is an interesting place – you can get Kung Pow Chicken with a side of Bangers and Mash. Not my combination choice, but it's an option. Deb's Deli has great sandwiches and a Soup & Salad bar. Or we can go to Cameron's Fish Market – just for the halibut."

"It's a deal. Now, were do you want to eat?" Willow turned to face Tara. If it were possible to skip while walking backwards, Willow was doing it.

"Well, they all sound good," Tara said thoughtfully. "Do any of them have outside seating areas? The weather is lovely."

"The deli then. Soup and salad sounds tasty and I'm not in a mood for sprouts." Tara crinkled her nose as she finished speaking, earning a hearty laugh from the redhead. I love that sound.

"The sprouts are an acquired taste. You'll have to try their tofu sometime, it's pretty good." Willow squeezed Tara's hand and gently lead her in a new direction. "But not today. Today my Tara wants soup and salad."

For the second time that afternoon, Tara found herself dazed, moving on autopilot as she followed Willow's lead. "My Tara." She called me her Tara.

Willow noticed Tara's dreamy smile and glazed eyes. Returning the smile and cocking her head just slightly, Willow asked, "What are you thinking about, Tare?"

Instinctively, they both stopped walking and stood in the middle of the busy sidewalk. As if by magic, the rest of the world faded away in that moment. Willow took a half step forward, closing the distance between herself and Tara. She raised her right hand to Tara's brow and allowed the tips of her fingers to gently move soft, blonde hair away from Tara's face. Never losing contact with the blue eyes before her, Willow tenderly ran the back of her fingers down Tara's face and across her chin. As her hand reversed direction, Willow rotated her hand so that the tip of her index finger softly traced the curve of Tara's bottom lip. Her breath hitched as she felt Tara's lips move to lightly kiss the caressing finger.

Oh, God. Is this really happening? Please let this be real. Tara's mind slowed to a near standstill as she let herself fall into Willow's touch. It had to be instinct that made her kiss Willow's finger as it ran the length of her lip; her mind certainly wasn't fully functional at the moment. As she gazed into the deep green eyes before her – they're darker – Tara saw the question Willow was asking. She knew her answer; there was no doubt in her mind. Yes. She tried to say the word. She tried to give the answer that would change everything. She tried to give voice to her desire. Yes…please. The words wouldn't come; her verbal skills had fallen in line behind the pounding heart in her chest and the coursing blood in her veins.

Willow cupped Tara's face, her thumb lovingly stroking the softness of her cheek. Occasionally, the pad of her thumb would come in contact with Tara's lips. Willow's eyes darted between blue eyes and parted lips. She felt her own breath become labored and gently bit the inside of her cheek to keep herself from capturing Tara's lips with her own. Wait. Be patient. Her heart skipped a beat when she felt the slightest movement from the hand clasped in her own – Tara's thumb lightly brushed across the back of her hand. She said yes. The corners of Willow's mouth curved up slightly as she took a small step closer to Tara.

Their lips moved nearer each other…slowly…savoring the moment. This is it. Their hands remained clasped at their sides, fingers entwined, holding tightly to each other. It's really happening. Willow's fingers buried themselves in the blonde locks behind Tara's ear, softly massaging the skin underneath. Yes. Tara's free hand moved to Willow's waist, lovingly pulling the redhead closer. Please. Their breaths mingled as they moved still closer…inches…centimeters. Their eyes closed simultaneously as their lips were about to touch. This is it. It's really happening.

Willow's eyes snapped open. A fraction of a second later, she looked into startled pools of blue. Willow's head and eyes turned away to seek out the source of the disturbance. What the -

Tara's head dropped to Willow's shoulder and she let out a heavy sigh. Oh, this isn't happening.

Buffy waited impatiently for the passing traffic to subside so she could cross the street. Come on. Come on. "Don't you people have homes?" she muttered under her breath. She'd caught sight of Willow walking as she drove down Main Street and, for a moment, Buffy considered honking to get Willow's attention. She decided against it when she spotted a parking space on the other side of the four-lane road. Okay, Buffy, you can do this. A simple u-turn and then park. You've practiced this – parallel parking is nothing. Just concentrate. After five minutes and two very gentle taps on the adjacent car bumpers, Buffy was simultaneously turning off the engine, opening the door and shouting Willow's name.

As Buffy watched the cars go by, she tried to locate Willow across the street. I heard her call out my name, so she knows I'm here. She stood on her tiptoes trying to see over the various vehicles as they passed. I shouldn't have worn my flat-heeled sandals. Why couldn't I be just two inches taller? Is that asking too much?

The traffic thinned out enough at one point for Buffy to see Willow standing across the street, about 30 feet to her right. Willow's gonna flip when I tell her what Mr. Gom- Tony said! Buffy couldn't suppress the ear-to-ear grin and bounced with excitement as she continued to watch the traffic. I know Will, she'll be proud of me and start clucking like a mother hen. She knows I need that…I guess that's why she's my best friend. Finding her opportunity to make her way to Willow's side of the street, Buffy carefully, but quickly, slipped off the curb and moved toward Willow's location. She paused at the median to wait for a few cars heading in the opposite direction and glance again toward her friend. Huh. I wonder who Willow is talking to…

Buffy's eyes went wide as she realized what she'd done. "Aaww, shit!" she exclaimed out loud as her palm made contact with her forehead. She winced in pain. "Stupid. Stupid. Stupid. How could I forget?" Buffy chastised herself as she finished crossing the street. She contemplated ducking into the nearest shop, hoping to avoid having to own up to her own idiocy, but at just that moment, Willow made eye contact with her – Huh…never saw that look in her eyes before – and took a few steps in Buffy's direction. Way to go, Summers! Okay, okay, say hello, meet Tara and bail. You can talk to Will later.

Willow watched as Buffy waited to cross the street, catching glimpses of her best friend – who I'm going to beat senseless – through gaps between the passing cars. She brought her attention back to Tara, who still had her head on Willow's shoulder. Wow. Okay. We almost kissed. Damn you, Buffy! Willow gently squeezed the hand still firmly clasped in her own.

"Tare? I-I'm sorry, Baby," Willow whispered in Tara's ear as she stroked her soft, blonde hair. "I'm sorry…I didn't…I mean, I did…but-"

"Willow." Tara interrupted Willow's building babble and lifted her head to gaze into green eyes. She pulled Willow closer, enveloping her in a comforting embrace. "Don't be sorry for something we both want, Willow." She felt Willow tremble in her arms.

The feeling of Tara's breath on her ear caused the shiver that ran through Willow's body as much as the words Tara said. Something we both want. Oh God, I want…I so want. Willow wrapped both arms around Tara and tightened the hug for a moment, trying to convey her thoughts through the simple physical contact. "I'll get rid of Buffy. I don't know what she's doing here…she should be at work."

"No, Will, it's okay," Tara said, pulling back to look into Willow's eyes. "We have plenty of time. I'm not going anywhere."

Tara gazed deeply into the green eyes of her love; she saw Willow's need for reassurance. How did I make it through the last year without her? Her lips curled into a lop-sided smile; her eyes darted from Willow's eyes to her lips. There was only one answer to Willow's question. She leaned forward and brought her lips to Willow's in a soft kiss. Tara pulled back slightly, releasing the pressure but not the touch of Willow's lips on her own. "Mmm…I definitely promise." She quickly ran her tongue along Willow's lower lip before leaning back and loosening her embrace. Reaching down to take Willow's hand in her own once again, Tara stepped back and gave a gentle tug on the redhead's arm. "Come on. Let's see Buffy. Maybe she'll have something to eat with us and I can finally meet the person who took care of you for me."

Mmphgrfp! Am I still standing? Why am I standing? Willow, still in a Tara- kiss induced haze, turned in Buffy's direction, briefly making eye contact with her, and took a few shaky steps. Then she stopped and squeezed Tara's hand, getting the blonde's attention. Blue eyes turned to meet her gaze and Willow broke into a smile.

One word, whispered in awe, was all she could say. The answering smile from Tara – my Tara – told her it was all she needed to say.

"Okay," Willow answered as she began walking. "And then I'm gonna kill the little shit," she growled quietly, earning a rich, full laugh from the woman beside her. Oh I love that sound.

As Buffy approached Willow and Tara, she made note of the joined hands swinging gently between them. Way to go, Will! She also noted the almost feral gleam in Willow's eyes as the redhead glared at her. Uh oh. Get yourself out of this one, Summers! You don't want Willow angry, even if you deserve it. God, I'm such a schmuck!

Tara chuckled softly when she heard Willow emit a low growl. She squeezed the hand in hers and spoke quietly. "Easy, tiger. Be nice."

With a sly, sideways glance into crystal blue eyes, Willow whispered, "For you." She then turned her attention back to Buffy and found a smile for her friend. "Hey, Buff…what's up?"

"Oh…um…you know, the usual. I was…uh…on my way to the…uh…mall! Yeah, goin' to the mall. And I saw you walkin'…red hair stands out and all." Buffy shrugged. "Just thought I'd say hello."

Oh, she knows she's in trouble, Tara mused, noticing as Buffy fidgeted with her hands and avoided eye contact with Willow. Poor Buffy. I should help her.

"Willow always said you were addicted to the mall." She smiled at the nervous blonde and gave her a conspiratorial wink. "Hey, Buffy. It's great to finally meet you."

A clearly startled Buffy quickly looked up and was captured instantly by the friendly blue eyes. Well, that explains a lot. Buffy mused as she noticed the quick wink. Lucky Willow. She released a calming breath and gave Tara a grateful smile. At least she doesn't seem mad at me.

"Hello, Tara. I'm so glad you're here," Buffy said as she held out her hand in greeting.

Tara looked at the proffered hand and then gave Willow a sideways glance, her eyes twinkling mischievously. Oh, you're not completely off the hook, Buffy. "Will, you remembered to mention the mall addiction, but not the cluelessness? Tsk tsk." She watched as Willow bit her lip and tried to hide a grin. Tara returned her attention to Buffy and couldn't help chuckling at the confused look on Buffy's face – the petite blonde's hazel eyes moved back and forth between Tara's face and her own hand. Shaking her head in amusement, Tara released her grip on Willow's hand and took a step toward Buffy. Oh wow, cold hand Don't know if I like that. She regarded Buffy with a raised eyebrow. "Buffy, give me a hug so we can go get something to eat."

Buffy released a short burst of laughter and gave Tara a quick, friendly hug. As she stepped back, she smiled at Willow. "She's a feisty one, Will. Watch out." Buffy noticed the blush creeping up Tara's neck and chuckled. Aaawww. How cute!

Willow also noticed the color making its way over Tara's features and grinned widely. She reclaimed Tara's hand and interlaced their fingers, gently rubbing her thumb across Tara's skin. "Yep! That's my Tara."

As she looked at her best friend, Buffy saw the unmistakable glow that surrounded Willow. Wow. So there it is…that's what's been missing. Without warning, Buffy grabbed Willow and pulled her into a firm hug. "I'm so happy for you, Will," she whispered in the redhead's ear. "Don't let her go."

Willow closed her eyes and smiled as she wrapped her free arm around Buffy and returned the embrace. "Don't worry, I have no intention of ever letting go," came the hushed reply. She and Buffy each took a step back, the earlier tension having evaporated, leaving only feelings of warmth and friendship. "Tara and I were just heading over to Deb's for sandwiches and salad. Come with us."

"Oh. No no no…I've poked my nose into your day enough already," Buffy began. "Actually…confession time…I completely forgot about what today is and I was looking for you, Will. I'm really sorry. I should have remembered." Buffy shuffled her feet in contrition and looked at the ground, seeming to find something interesting in the crack in the sidewalk. She missed the amused looks from her friends. "So…um…you two go ahead and I'll talk to you when you get back to the house, Will."

"Aaawww, c'mon, Buffy. You know you can't resist one of Deb's Demon Subs. It'll be fun!" Willow rocked onto the balls of her feet and bounced a little, hoping to convince Buffy that all was well.

"No, Will. I don't want to butt in on your Tara-day." Out of the corner of her eye, Buffy once again noticed the blush crawling up Tara's neck and making its way to her cheeks. She couldn't hold back a grin. That is far too easy.

Tara took a deep breath to ground herself – Tara-day…Is that what she calls it? – and looked pointedly at Buffy. "Buffy, I insist. You said you were looking for Willow, so there must be something important going on." She chucked Buffy playfully on the arm. "Besides, you're my friend too and I'd like it if you'd join us." She nodded in affirmation at the inquiring look in Buffy's eyes.

"Yeah, Buffy. There will be scads of time for Tara and I to catch up." Willow squeezed Tara's hand and waited for the blonde to turn towards her. Once she had Tara's full attention, she continued. "Tara's not going anywhere." The tip of Willow's tongue poked out between her teeth as she smiled.

"Exactly!" Tara returned Willow's smile and then directed her gaze at Buffy. "So let's go…I'm hungry!"

Knowing there was no way she could get out of being with her friends – not like I want to get out of it – Buffy laughed and swept her arm out in an exaggerated gesture of compliance. "Okay, okay…lead on, MacWillow."

"Oh, I'm a Happy Meal now?" Willow questioned with mock indignation. She looked at Tara and the two instantly burst into giggles when they noticed Buffy rolling her eyes.

"Will…Shakespeare!" Buffy paused for a moment and considered her words. "Ha! Oh that's funny," she chuckled. "Get it? Will…Shakespeare? William Shakespeare?" She cleared her throat and playfully scowled at the amused looks she was receiving from Willow and Tara. "Anyway, it's from 'Macbeth', Miss 'I have an IQ that can't be measured.'"

"Hey! One, I took composition classes, okay? I didn't have room for the lit classes. Two, I knew what you were talking about, smarty-pants. Three, my IQ can and has been measured, thank you very much. Four, you just like spouting the words of dead writers way too much. And five…okay…so there's not a five. But I think I've made my point." Willow punctuated her proclamation by crossing her arms over her chest and giving a sharp nod of her head.

Buffy and Tara looked at each other and broke into laughter. Laughter turned into hysterics when they saw Willow's bottom lip stick out in the form of a well-practiced pout. Eventually, they calmed down enough so that just a few giggles escaped now and then.

Willow rolled her eyes at her two friends and threw her hands in the air in mock exasperation. "Oh great! Buffy has an accomplice now. I'll never get a break." The smile on her face made the teasing nature of her statement clear. She then started walking toward the deli. "C'mon you two…let's get going."

Tara was the first to catch up and fell in step on Willow's left side. She slid her arm around the redhead's waist and pulled her close. "Oh, sweetie, teasing is a form of endearment. And…you're just so…endearing." Tara smiled and gave Willow a squeeze.

"Yeah, Will," Buffy agreed, sidling up to Willow's right side and draping her arm over her friend's shoulder. "Besides, you know you love us far too much for it to bother you." She leaned forward slightly and waggled her eyebrows at Tara.

Willow watched the sidewalk move under her feet as they walked. A moment later, she turned to Buffy and smiled. "Yeah, you're right." Placing her arm around Tara's waist, Willow looked into clear blue eyes. "I do."

Deb's Deli was considered a Sunnydale hotspot – good food, exceptional service, and a friendly atmosphere. Business was rarely slow. This particular afternoon was no exception. Fortunately, Willow spotted a table at the back corner of the patio area.

"Oh! Back there. See it? C'mon." Willow sped up and moved through the crowded patio toward the available table. Tara moved to follow, but she was stopped by Buffy's hand on her arm.

"Hold up, Tara," Buffy said in a conspiratorial tone and directed Tara to a spot out of the way of the crowd. "Just watch," she continued and nodded her head in her best friend's direction.

Tara's brow creased in confusion, but she followed Buffy's directive and watched as Willow glided through the hoi polloi. She couldn't stop the grin from forming as she watched.

Willow quickly wove her way through the tables, adeptly avoiding servers as they maneuvered their trays of food through the crowd. "Whoa!" she exclaimed as she moved out of the way of one such person. "Hey, Kelly. Busy today."

"Hi, Willow! Yeah, it's always busy, but I'm not complaining," Kelly called out as she moved up to a table of waiting customers. "Enjoy your meal!"

"Thanks!" Willow continued toward her goal, smoothly hopping over one customer's extended leg, then immediately dodging an airborne pickle – compliments of the two-year-old at the neighboring table. Don't blame you, kid. I don't like pickles either. She winked at the toddler in question and received a gleeful squeal in return. After four more quick steps, Willow reached the table and promptly staked her claim.

Tara looked on, amazed at Willow's grace and agility. Poetry. Pure poetry. She noticed the care Willow took in preparing their seating – grabbing the extra chair and moving it to an out of the way corner; adjusting the remaining chairs to that two of them were placed closer to each other, but so that the sightlines from each seat were acceptable; taking napkins from the holder and whiping the surface of the table quickly but thoroughly. It was the attention to detail that captured Tara's interest.

"Oh, now that's new," Buffy interjected, breaking into Tara's thoughts, as they watched Willow grasp more napkins and carefully wipe off the seat nearest the one she stood behind. Well, that one is obviously Tara's seat. Buffy chuckled inwardly at her friend's behavior. The distinct lack of movement and sound from the woman next to her caught Buffy's attention and she saw the look of awe on Tara's face. "That's for you, ya know."

"Huh?" Tara shook her head briefly, hoping to focus on what Buffy was saying. "I'm sorry. What was that?"

"All of that flustering about the table," Buffy laughed, "that's certainly not for my benefit. I've never rated that kind of prep time from Willow. So, it's all about you."

Tara turned once again toward Willow and saw the excited redhead arranging the items on the table in different configurations. She appeared to contemplate the most aesthetic, yet least intrusive, arrangement. More and more adorable by the minute. Tara knew she was smiling; she couldn't help herself.

"C'mon, Dopey Maclay, let's go siddown." Buffy gently grasped Tara's elbow and began to lead her to the table.

"Dopey Maclay?" Tara held her ground and looked at Buffy inquiringly, her eyebrow nearly lost in her hairline.

Buffy couldn't hold back a giggle. "If you could see the grin on your face right now, you'd understand."

Tara turned a very dark shade of crimson and tried to rid herself of the incriminating grin. But she just wasn't able to not smile. "I can't help it, Buffy. When I look at her, I just…smile. I don't do it consciously. It just happens." She looked down for a moment and then returned her gaze to Buffy. "I don't know if that makes sense or not."

"It makes sense, Tara," Buffy said, assuring Tara that she understood. Her face took on a more serious expression as she regarded the blue eyes looking back at her. "Tara…" She paused, searching for the right words.

"What is it, Buffy?" Tara noticed the change in Buffy's demeanor and became concerned.

"Um…I know I don't really have to tell you this, but I wouldn't be worthy of being Willow's friend if I didn't say it." Buffy waited for a sign from Tara to continue. When the sign came in the form of a nod, she continued. "She's worth a bazillion of those dopey smiles, Tara. So…if you're not…um…if you aren't going to be around to lose count of them, let her know now so I have fewer pieces to pick up and glue back together, okay?"

Tara listened to Buffy and carefully read between the lines. "Buffy," she spoke slowly, maintaining eye contact with the concerned hazel eyes, "there is more to what happened last year than you ever mentioned in your emails. I'm right, aren't I?"

Buffy lowered her eyes. "Yes, there's more." Realizing the implications of that statement, Buffy's eyes widened and, looking at Tara once again, quickly continued. "But, Tara, you have to underst-"

A hand on Buffy's shoulder interrupted her explanation. "It's okay, Buffy. I do understand. Willow and I still have a lot to talk about." Tara paused and took a deep breath, steeling her nerves. "I know Willow will try to downplay how much I hurt her; she'll try to take all the blame."

"Yes, it is." Tara smiled sadly and glanced at the redhead, who was still arranging salt and pepper shakers. She returned her gaze to Buffy and continued. "At some point, I'd like you and I to talk as well. I think I'll need to hear about some of the stuff you left out. Is that okay?"

"Of course, Tara. Just…promise you won't hurt her. I don't think she can take that."

"I can't promise that, Buffy." Tara quickly held up a hand to stop Buffy's protest. "But," she continued, "but…I can promise that I will never willingly hurt her. That's not on my 'to-do' list." Tara squeezed the shoulder under her hand. "And I can promise that I'm not going anywhere. I have every intention of counting each and every dopey smile."

Buffy looked into Tara's eyes and found just what she was looking for. She smiled and pulled Tara into a brief but firm hug. When she stepped back, all traces of worry were gone. "Thanks, Tara. I can't tell you how much better I feel. I worry about her."

"No, Buffy…thank you. You're a great friend and I can tell that you took good care of her – especially in the last year. I'll always be grateful to you for that."

"Hey, no worries. Willow spent lots of time taking care of me too. Plus, you know as well as I do, being Will's friend isn't a hardship."

"You're right, I do know that." Tara cocked her head to one side and regarded Buffy with a lopsided grin. "I can say the same about you. I've considered you a friend ever since I got the letter saying Willow had met the new girl at school."

Buffy's eyes widened in surprise. "Really? Willow and I didn't even realize we'd become such good friends at that point. How could you know?"

"I don't know, Buffy," Tara shrugged, "just a hunch. But Willow knew. She told me in that letter."

"Wow. She never told me that," Buffy whispered. She snuck a glance at Willow and smiled at her friend's constant fidgeting. "We're pretty damned lucky, Tara."

"That we are, Buffy," Tara agreed. She gave Buffy a gentle nudge and nodded her head in Willow's direction. "Come on. I'm hungry. And I think it's time we saved the salt and pepper shakers, don't you?"

Pepper shaker to napkin holder squared plus napkin holder to salt shaker squared equals pepper shaker to salt shaker squared.

Willow had finished wiping down the table and chairs a few minutes earlier. She noticed, however, that she was still alone. A quick look across the patio showed Tara and Buffy deep in conversation. The smile each woman was wearing faded and Willow could tell that the conversation and turned to more serious topics. Probably talking about me. She'd considered calling out to them, but decided to let them continue their discussion. I'll hear about it later, right? My two best friends…talking about me…they're bound to tell me. I'll just wait and look like I'm busy. Shifting items around on the table seemed to occupy her hands; moving them into geometric shapes occupied her mind. Wish I had some Lego's…or Lincoln logs…I could make a three- dimensional rhombus.

"Hey, look! Will made an icicle-y triangle," Buffy exclaimed as she plopped down in the chair across from Willow. Her pronouncement was met with giggles from Tara and an exaggerated case of rolling eyes from Willow.

"Buffy," Tara chuckled, "it's an isosceles triangle." She took the seat next to Willow and scooted her chair closer to the table – and closer to the redhead on her right.

"Oh, she knows that, Tara," Willow said, leaning on the left armrest of her chair. "Ever since she read The Rivals and fell in love with Mrs. Malaprop, it's a little game she plays." During her explanation, Willow's left hand moved slightly and made contact with Tara's knee. Without truly realizing it, the back of her hand gently caressed part way up Tara's thigh and back to her knee. "She's especially fond of playing when it comes to geometry and math. She's pretty good at it too. There was this one time…."

Tara was well aware of the touch. She knew Willow was speaking, but she couldn't hear the words over the pounding of her heart. Struggling to keep her breathing even, Tara shifted slightly so that her upper body leaned closer to Willow, but moved her legs further away. She saw Willow's hand chase after her leg and quickly grasped the hand in her own, squeezing slightly. The blush inching up Willow's neck once she discovered what she was doing made Tara smile; she gave the redhead a quick wink.

All the gods and little fishes, Buffy thought as she considered the display before her, how adorable can these two get? I'll tell ya…pretty darned adorable! For years she'd wondered about Willow's apparent need to remain single. The redhead often refused dates – from men and women – and the few times she did make the concession, it was usually because Buffy begged. But now. Now Buffy understood. She just knew there was no point. She always knew where her heart was. If Buffy were honest with herself, she'd admit that she was a little jealous of the women sitting across from her. Okay, maybe more than a little jealous. Buffy didn't have much luck when it came to relationships. While she always said it didn't bother her, that "it would happen when it happened," Buffy knew that wasn't true. She wanted to find "the one" more than anything else. So, yes, she was jealous of Willow and Tara. Eight years on different continents…eight years without seeing or talking to each other…even a year of no communication whatsoever…and still it's like they've always been together. But the smile on Willow's face, the sparkle in her green eyes, made Buffy's heart nearly burst. No, she could never begrudge Willow that kind of happiness.

"Hey, Buffy…Willow." Buffy was startled out of her thoughts by the voice of the woman standing by their table. "How are you two doing? Don't see ya around much, Buff. Willow has an excuse, what's yours?"

"Hi, Rachel," Willow piped up, stepping in to save her friend. "You know Buffy, always busy. And you really shouldn't excuse me…I only live two hours away. I really should visit more." She saw the grateful look in Buffy's eyes and gave her a playful kick under the table.

Rachel looked at Willow thoughtfully for a moment. "Yep, you're right." She then put her hands flat on the table, leaning in to lend emphasis to her words. "So where in the hell have you been, Rosenberg?"

Willow chuckled and patted Rachel's hand. "I'm sorry, Rach. I promise I'll visit more often." She drew her hand away and instinctively closed it over Tara's, effectively capturing the blonde's hand in both of hers. Willow looked at their joined hands then gazed into Tara's eyes, smiling all the while.

This gesture did not go unnoticed by Rachel. She gave Buffy a sideways glance and raised her eyebrows in question. Her answer came in the form of a smirk and a wink. Well well well, Little Willow. I'll be damned. "So," Rachel broke the brief silence, "who's this blue-eyed beauty?" She looked directly at Tara and gave the woman her most charming smile. "What's your name, cutie?"

Tara saw the mischievous twinkle in Rachel's eyes and decided to play along. Giving the server a sweet smile, Tara leaned forward. "It's Tara…with two a's…and one r," she replied.

"Well now, that is a nice name." Rachel quickly noticed the playful tone in Tara's voice. Oh, I like this girl. She's fun. "Are you in town for a visit? Or were you thinking of something more…permanent?"

Tara couldn't see Willow's face, but she imagined what it must look like. She could feel the tense energy radiating off the redhead. Tara stole a glance at Buffy and saw her trying to hold in a giggle. The corner of her mouth twitched into a sly grin and she returned her attention to the flirtatious woman leaning next to her. "Well, that depends on what Sunnydale has to offer me. There's a lot to consider. I'd really have to…take in…the town."

"Oh, definitely," Rachel virtually oozed charm as she leaned on her elbows and propped her chin in one hand. "You have to experiences all of the sights, sounds and…um…tastes…of Sunnydale to really appreciate it. If you want some pointers, you could, um, just let me know." She chuckled internally as she watched Willow over Tara's shoulder. The color on the redhead's face was rapidly matching the color of her hair. Oh, yeah…she's got it bad. Gotta remember to thank Buffy for the gossip.

Tara took the opportunity to lean back in her chair, positioning herself closer to Willow in the process. She casually draped one hand over the arm of Willow's chair and grasped her knee. "Well, I've got Willow here to…show me the ropes. I'm sure I'll be just fine. But thanks for the offer." She smiled sweetly at Rachel, but the caress on the inside of Willow's knee made Tara's claim very clear. That's it, sweetie. Relax. Just a little game.

"Well, Tara, you just make sure Willow shows you all that Sunnydale has to offer." Rachel winked at Tara. Hearing the quiet wheezing sounds coming from Buffy, who was turning red in an attempt to hold in her laughter, Rachel gave the blonde a quick kick to the shin and shot her a look of warning. "I mean, we wouldn't want Willow forgetting anything and leaving you less than satisfied now, would we?"

"Oh, I don't think that will be a problem," Tara replied, looking directly into Rachel's eyes her tone turning serious. "Willow has everything I need."

Willow simply couldn't be still any longer. The combination of jealousy over the flirting and the sensual touch of Tara's hand on her knee was making Willow's heart pound uncontrollably. "Hey! Sitting right here! Sitting exactly right here!" Feeling thoroughly possessive, Willow wrapped an arm around Tara, catching her about the waist and pulling their bodies closer together. "I will show Tara around Sunnydale…I'll show her anything she needs or wants to see."

She couldn't take it anymore. It was building up more and more. In the midst of the somewhat tense atmosphere at the table, Buffy broke into a fit of uncontrollable laughter. As the tears rolled down her face, Buffy rolled out of her chair. She was earning stares from other customers at the Deli, but Buffy didn't care. What she had just witnessed was at once ridiculous and heart-warming. The look of clear confusion on Willow's face and the knowing smirk on Tara's brought on a new round of hyperventilating laughter. Buffy just couldn't help it.

Since she was leaning close to Willow, Tara could still feel the tension coursing through the redhead's body. Okay, tease threshold breached. Time to diffuse the situation. "Rachel, can you help Giggling McGee over there get off the floor?" After receiving a nod of agreement from the smirking server, Tara turned her chair so that she was directly facing Willow. She lifted a hand to clear away a few strands of hair from Willow's face and waited for the redhead to look at her. When she realized Willow had her eyes closed and was taking slow, deep breaths, Tara decided it was time to make her move. "Willow? Come on, sweetie. I need you to look at me."

Willow lifted her head and opened her eyes. "I'm sorry, Tara," she whispered as she gazed deeply into clear pools of blue.

"No, Will, I'm sorry. That shouldn't have gone on for so long. It probably shouldn't have gone on at all." Tara spoke softly and caressed Willow's cheek adoringly. "I didn't mean to upset you."

Willow leaned into the soft touch and gave Tara a shy smile. "That's not why I'm sorry, Tara. I'm sorry for getting…I don't know…all grabby and possessive. Beating my chest and grunting 'mine' might have been more subtle," she chuckled ruefully and looked down at her lap.

"Well," Tara began, "why didn't you?" As expected, green eyes quickly looked at her in confusion. Her hand slid down the side of Willow's neck, finally resting on her collarbone. "I mean, I wouldn't want you beating on your chest…" Tara smiled coyly, "bruises aren't fun. But having other people know I'm yours doesn't bother me. In fact, I like it." She could feel Willow's heartbeat under her fingers. So fast. I do that.

"Oh! I'm upset…really upset!" Willow felt Tara's muscles tense and quickly grabbed both of the blonde's hands in her own. "I'm upset that I didn't start flirting with you first." She squeezed Tara's hands and felt her relax.

Willow snorted in amusement. "Are you kidding? Rachel's safe…Deb would string her up by her toes if she thought Rachel's flirting was serious. I know she's just playing around. Heck, Buffy and I have both been victims of Rachel Flirt Fests…she's very good."

"Yes, she is." Tara leaned forward so that their foreheads were touching and she closed her eyes. "But flirting with you, my willowy Will, is so much more fulfilling."

As if by mutual agreement, they each pulled away and looked into each other's eyes. Willow lifted their joined hands and placed a soft kiss on each of Tara's palms. "I'd rather flirt with you than anyone else in the world, Tara."

"Then, we'll just have to flirt more often. There's nothing I want more in this world than to make sure you're happy, Will. I promise."

"Yo! Are you two finished with the googly eyes yet?" Rachel's voice cut across the table.

"Well, okay then," Rachel chuckled. "How about I get your orders and you can go back to your special world, huh?"

"Yeah, yeah. The Demon Sub. I know, Buffy, I know." Rachel rolled her eyes at Buffy's predictability. "How about you, Will? The usual?"

"Sweetie, I'm going to place my order now. And I saw a bathroom on the way in…I'm gonna go use it," Tara spoke softly. "But, um, as much as I don't want you to, you have to let go of my hands. I'll bring them back."

"Thanks, Sweetie." Tara placed a quick kiss on the tip of Willow's nose and turned to Rachel. "Um, Caesar Salad?"

"Great. Extra cheese, please." She turned her attention back to Willow. "I'll be right back." She waited for Willow's nod and then left the table.

Willow watched Tara's retreating form and leaned back into her chair with a sigh. Yep. I'm totally, unbelievably, head-over-heels in love. She wrapped her arms around herself to hold onto the shiver of excitement that ran through her body. Totally.

Rachel slid around the table and sat in Tara's unoccupied seat. "Hey, Willow, are you okay?"

Green eyes regarded the woman next to her, her own dopey grin plastered on her face. "Oh yeah. I'm great. Perfect."

Rachel and Buffy looked at each other and giggled. "That's what we figured," Buffy chimed in. "Time for another confession, Will…I told Rachel a few days ago that you would be in town…and about today. I promised her and Deb that I'd be sure to bring you by to say hello. We just didn't think it would be so soon."

"Yeah, Willow," Rachel added. "You know I was just playing around. And, no, Deb would not string me up by my toes, but I'd be sleeping on the couch for a week if I weren't playing. So, you were sort of right."

Willow chuckled good-naturedly and leaned over to give Rachel a hug. "I know, Rach. You're my friend. I know you wouldn't do anything hurtful. I'm not upset with you…really. Everything is just fine." She gave the woman a gentle shove. "Now go put in our orders, Missy. We're hungry. Oh! And can Tara and I each have a lemonade, please?"

"Sure thing, Will. I'll be back in a bit." Rachel smiled at Willow and Buffy and walked away from the table.

"Rach! Iced tea for me!" Buffy called out. After seeing the confirming okay sign from Rachel, Buffy turned back to the happy redhead across from her. "So, Will, what's the plan for the rest of the day?"

"Um, I'm not really sure, Buff. We don't have anything set. I guess we're just playing it by ear." Willow thought for a moment and continued. "Tara said the airline lost one of her bags, but they are delivering it to her hotel. So, I guess at some point we'll go to her hotel to get her bag and check her in. Then I suppose we'll figure out when we're going to meet up tomorrow and I'll come back to your place." She looked at Buffy, raising her eyebrows in question. "Why? What did you have in mind?"

"Nothing…I was just wondering," Buffy replied. "I just thought you two might have discussed different things to do."

"Nope, we've just been enjoying being together." Once again, Willow couldn't contain her smile.

"Well, that's pretty obvious, Will. In all the years I've known you, I've never seen you this happy." Buffy reached across the table and grasped Willow's hand. "It looks good on you, Willow."

Willow squeezed Buffy's hand and spoke seriously to her friend. "Thank you, Buffy…for everything. 'Best friend' just doesn't do you justice. I love you, Buff. I don't know what I would have done without you."

Buffy swallowed the lump in her throat and held back the tears that were threatening to spill. "I know, Will. I love you, too. I'm glad you're my friend." She saw Willow's eyes twinkle as they drifted to a spot over Buffy's shoulder. "Now I think it's time you told her that, don't you?" Seeing Willow's wide-eyed look, Buffy chuckled and gave her a smug wink. "Sorry, Will. It's pretty obvious."

A moment later, Tara slid into her seat. She snuck her arm underneath Willow's and nonchalantly placed her hand on the redhead's lower thigh. "Hey, Buffy…why were you looking for Willow today?"

Some time later, Buffy pushed her plate away from her. "Ugh! I'm so full you're gonna have to roll me out of here," she proclaimed.

"Well," Willow chirped, "that's what you get for eating a Demon Sub, two pickles, three bags of chips and the rest of Tara's salad." She turned her attention to Tara. "Honestly, I don't know how she does it. I've known the girl for 7 years and she's never gained a pound. Not a single pound…I think it's unnatural."

"I can't help it if I have some sort of super-metabolism." Buffy shrugged. "It runs in the family. Mom is the same way."

"She's having a blast!" Buffy grabbed the abandoned pickle from Willow's plate and took a bite. She continued talking as she chewed. "Apparently she has free reign in the gallery. She can bring in whatever shows she wants; she can spend as much money as she wants. Plus…and I forgot to tell you this, Will…she's dating again."

"Really?" Willow practically squealed in delight. "That's so great, Buff. So, who's the guy? What's he like? How did they meet? C'mon, woman, details!"

Buffy laughed and took another bite of the pickle. "Geez, Will…she just started seeing him. There's not much to tell yet." Buffy took a moment to finish off the pickle and continued. "Let's see…he's some sort of British historian. I guess he's a guest professor at NYU or something like that. He went into the gallery one day wanting to borrow some slides for a lecture he was giving…and the rest is…well…history."

"Of course he does, Will!" Buffy's smirk quickly turned to a frown as she tried to remember the man's name. "Um….Jeeves? No…Giles! That's it. Something Giles. I think it starts with an R."

"Well, I don't know him. I know of him," Tara clarified. "He's a pretty big name in England. I went to one of his lectures once. He's really quite amazing." She looked at Willow and Buffy sheepishly and blushed slightly. "He's considered quite dashing. And he's brilliant."

"Well, well," Buffy leaned back in her chair and smiled, "let's hear it for my mom! She can still catch the brilliant hotties."

"She's going to be so proud of you, Buff. Less than two months on the job and already getting a promotion." Willow's own pride in her best friend was evident in her smile.

"Well, it's not official. Tony said I'd run my own campaigns if I keep up the good work," Buffy clarified. She then gave a sly grin. "But since I have every intention of keeping it up, I'm probably looking at a promotion in another two months."

"Hey, ladies." A woman with short, dark hair interrupted their conversation. "Mind if I butt in for a minute?" She turned to Tara and smiled. "Hi, I'm Deb. You must be Tara."

"Yes. It's nice to meet you, Deb." Tara shook the woman's hand and returned the smile. "You've got a fabulous place here. I really like it."

"Thanks, we do what we can." Deb looked at the other two women at the table. "And you two just need to come by more often. We've missed you around here."

"I've missed you all, too," Willow broke in. "I promise, I'll be by to visit more often now that I'm settled in LA."

"Yeah, I'll come by too, Deb. I've been remiss about stopping in. I'll do better," Buffy added.

"Good. Now, I won't keep you…I understand this is Tara's first day back in town." Deb again made eye contact with Tara and smiled. "Welcome back, Tara. I hope you'll join these two and visit us again. Hell, you don't even need them if you want to visit. You're welcome here anytime."

"All right. I'm back to work now. I just wanted to stop by, say hello, and let you know that your meal is on the house today." Deb held up a hand to forestall the oncoming protests. "Stop. Just take advantage of my good nature." She winked at the three women and turned to leave. "See you all later."

"Yeah, Deb's great." Willow clapped her hands once and rubbed them together. "So, shall we be going? We have to go check on your missing luggage and get you checked in to the hotel, Tare."

The disappointment in Tara's eyes was obvious. I guess the day is coming to an end. It was clear that she didn't want to leave Willow, but her luggage was still in limbo and she really did want to take a shower and relax. Wish I could just do that with Willow tonight. Tara blushed a deep crimson as she realized what she had just thought. "Um, yeah…we should probably go." She tried to cover her embarrassment.

It was clear to Buffy that both women were not happy at the prospect of separating. Time to put my plan into action. "Actually, I had a thought." Buffy gave Willow a quick look and wagged her finger at the redhead. "No comments from the peanut gallery, you!" She joined Willow in a round of giggles. "Anyway, my thought…Tara, stay at my house."

"At your house?" Tara looked from Buffy to Willow, who was also visibly confused, and back to Buffy.

"Yes, at my house. Look, I've got another bedroom…lots of space. So, there's no point in you paying for a hotel room. Save your money and…I don't know…treat us to Dairy Queen sometime." Buffy leaned across the table and took Tara's hand. She then looked at Willow and grasped her hand as well. "It's simple. I have the room. You're both my friends. I know you don't want to say goodnight and go your separate ways until tomorrow. So, Tara, just go get your luggage and come back to my place." Buffy smiled and looked from one friend to the other. "Good, that's settled." She placed Tara's hand firmly in Willow's and stood up from the table. "I'll see you guys in a little while. I'm gonna head home and break out the popcorn." With that, she turned and walked out of the Deli.

"Well, I guess we should head back to your car then," Willow said, breaking the stunned silence.

Tara looked down at their clasped hands and felt a lopsided grin make it's way onto her face. She lifted her head to gaze at Willow and her grin turned into a full-blown smile. "Yeah. I guess we should."

Coming Back

by GayNow

Copyright © 2005