A Fluke Between Two Wiccans by SpikeMe4Now4200

Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: This Story is mine. However, I don't own the Buffyverse or any of the characters created by Joss Whedon et al; you all know who they are. I don't wish to harm them; I simply want to play with them a little :-)
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Feedback: Yes Please!!!! I would really appreciate feedback on this story; I'll reply to anyone who emails me. Constructive criticisms are very welcomed; outright flames will be ignored.
Spoilers: It would help if you've seen season 3.
Author's Notes: We know Tara was born in 1980; and since Willow graduated in the class of '99; that would mean our blonde Wiccan was 18 going on 19 during that year. Theoretically that would make her old enough to be at college. Furthermore, since it was never established exactly when Tara started college, my storyline could technically have taken place... in my own mind anyway... <lol>
Special thanks goes to Chris Cook of Through the Looking Glass and Artemis for creating the title graphic at the top of the page. Thanks, Chris!
Pairing: Willow/Tara

Summary: What would have happened if Willow and Tara had met at the start of Tara's freshman year at UCSD?

Willow stood outside of Tara's dorm room with a couple of mochas, her thoughts drifting to their rapidly developing relationship. With a smile, Willow grasped the door handle and entered the room.

Tara was lying on her side under the covers, curled up in a semi-fetal position. Willow could see the outline of her body under the bed sheets. And man did she look adorable. She had such a peaceful expression on her face.

Willow smiled. I hope that look has something to do with me, she pondered, setting down the mochas on Tara's end table. She looks like she's gotten a really good night's sleep…

With that thought, Willow carefully crawled onto the right side of the bed next to Tara. She settled herself on top of the bedspread and rested on her side. This gave her the ability to quietly get her fill of Tara.

After a moment, she lovingly reached her hand out and lightly ran her fingertips from Tara's cheek down to her neck. She stopped when she reached her shoulder, choosing instead to cover it with her hand. With her thumb, she traced a short line against her bra strap, realizing that it was probably the only thing Tara was wearing under the covers.

She didn't check though, instead, she moved her hand back up to Tara's cheek. She was happy just to gaze at her. Not everything between them was sexual. In fact, the one thought that was going on in her mind right now, was how much she cared for this girl. In the short time that she'd known her, Tara had shown her so much.

I wonder what she feels for me, Willow pondered as her thumb lightly traced a circle against her cheek. What do I feel for her? Do I love her? Yeah…of course I do. Am I 'in love' with her? Gods, I don't know. Am I in love with Tara Maclay?

Willow knew that Tara meant the world to her, but beyond that, she was still confused. Besides which, she wasn't really ready to deal with her feelings. Realizing she was gay, or at the very least bi, was quite a lot to deal with in and of itself. But falling in love with a girl…that was on a different playing field.

Being in love meant wanting to share your whole life with someone. Did she want to do that with Tara? And what about kids? She didn't want any right now, but in the future…and how did that work with two girls? And not to mention her parents. What was she gonna tell them?

Ira Rosenberg wouldn't even let her watch A Charlie Brown Christmas,' how would he react to finding out his only daughter had fallen for a non-Jewish Wiccan lesbian of Christian descent? She was sure the reception wasn't gonna be pretty.

With a sigh, she moved her hand back down along Tara's neck to her shoulder. The girl before her had changed her life. She wasn't about to let her go, no matter what anyone thought. They belonged together, and whatever her feelings were, she'd deal with the consequences.

But not just yet. Willow knew she still needed time to fully adjust. For right now, all that mattered was that she cared for Tara, and was attracted to her. There was plenty of time to figure out if she was in love.

That's what dating was for…or better yet, being in a relationship. Only problem was that Tara wouldn't go on a date with her, let alone agree to be her girlfriend. How was she ever going to figure out if there was a future between them?

She did see Tara's point though. The girl was simply trying to take things slow for her sake. Give her the chance to make up her mind about what she wanted. But as of last night, Oz wasn't even in the picture anymore. Tara was the only one ingrained in her senses now.

Last night, she hadn't done anything more with Tara than she'd done with Oz. Not technically anyway. However, if Tara hadn't pulled away when she had, Willow knew they would've ended up making love. That's how enthralled she'd been.

She'd never reached that level with Oz. No matter how heated their make-out sessions had gotten, she'd still remained in control. She'd always been able to keep a part of herself away from him. That wasn't the case with Tara.

All she'd been able to think of last night was how much she wanted Tara, and how much she wanted to give herself to her. And Willow was a smart girl, she knew what it meant. There were just some things that Oz could never give her.

Only Tara could smell so sweet and musky at the same time. Only Tara knew how to touch her just right. Only Tara had those soft and supple breasts that called out to her. And as much as she loved the guy, Oz would never measure up to those criteria.

So where did that leave her? Tara didn't want her as a girlfriend, and she didn't want Oz as a boyfriend. Although, if she told this to Tara, would it change things? Would Tara reconsider and accept her as her girlfriend? What if she didn't? Tara did care for her…right?

Willow leaned over and pressed a light kiss against Tara's cheek. You're amazing, she pulled away and began to gently run her fingertips up and down Tara's arm.

I know she wants me, but does she love me? Willow sighed and moved her fingers back up to her cheek. Oh Tara, you have no idea what you mean to me, she lovingly circled her thumb on Tara's soft skin.

You're the most beautiful, wonderful, gorgeous, sexy, intelligent, compassionate, powerful person I've ever met, she pressed a kiss against her forehead, before moving back to gaze at her. Any girl would be so lucky to have you, and with that, she moved her hand back down to her shoulder, along her arm, and then back to her cheek.

And your family, she moved up to stroke her hair, I can't believe what you've been through, Willow shuddered at the thought and pressed another kiss against her forehead. The strength you have. You don't let anyone control your life, do you? she continued to stroke her hair.

Willow moved her hand back to Tara's cheek. You even came out to us the first night we went to the Bronze. I don't think I'd've had the courage to come out like that, she rested her fingertips against the girl's neck and lovingly circled her thumb over her cheekbone.

Oh Tara, she kissed her lips softly, maybe I 'am' falling in love with you… Willow quivered when Tara responded by opening her mouth. The girl had begun to stir a minute ago from Willow's caress, but was only now reaching lucidity.

God knows I can't get you out of my mind, she thrust her tongue deep into Tara's eagerly awaiting mouth. You're the only thing I think about – all the time, she lifted her hand to her hair, as Tara moved hers to her cheek.

Willow shuddered as her tongue met Tara's. Oh Baby, she began to swirl her tongue around Tara's, her heart and mind racing with her newfound revelation. I really think I'm falling in love with you, she moved her hands to Tara's hair. I must be…

"Mmmm," Willow moaned as Tara's hand moved down to her neck, along her arm and came to rest against her hip.

"Mmmm," Tara gently squeezed Willow's hip as she languidly pulled away from the kiss. She fluttered her eyes open and smiled.

"Hey," Willow smiled. "I brought caffeine," she gestured towards the end table, "but, I, uh…I think it's a little cold now…" she trailed off sheepishly.

"Cold?" Tara blinked the sleep from her eyes, still feeling a little drowsy. Off Willow's blush, Tara smiled in realization. "You were watching me sleep," she said softly.

Willow leaned over and pressed a quick kiss against Tara's forehead. "You were so beautiful," she explained huskily, "so peaceful. I couldn't wake you. And I was thinking…"

Willow met Tara's gaze shyly. "About how much I care for you," she whispered. "I'm…" she felt her throat constrict. Her feelings were still too new to be shared or even acknowledged. "I'm so lucky to have you," she said instead.

Tara smiled warmly. "I'm the lucky one," she said softly, before meeting Willow's lips and tentatively seeking entrance. The moment her tongue found Willow's, she pulled away. "So, where's that coffee?" she grinned cheekily, doing her best to keep her emotions in check.

Willow chuckled. "Tease," she pouted, but sat up nevertheless. "Here," she picked up both cups and handed one to Tara.

"Thanks," Tara sat up, innocently allowing the covers to fall to her waist. She'd forgotten all about her semi-nakedness.

Willow hadn't however, and she took full advantage of the view. Taking a sip of her lukewarm coffee, she said not a word to Tara as she allowed her gaze to fall on the girl's bra clad breasts.

Lowering her cup, Tara looked towards Willow. With a puzzled frown, she followed the girl's gaze to her chest. She felt her cheeks heat up as she smiled fondly. Willow's eyes were practically glued to her cleavage.

Tara did nothing to cover herself up as Willow bashfully looked away. The pair were now well past false modesty.

"It's okay," Tara reached out and pressed a finger underneath Willow's chin. She gently guided Willow's gaze upwards to meet hers. "I don't mind," she said softly. "You can look if you want…"

Willow smiled coyly in response, her confidence rising. The girl didn't mind her looking. How about touching…?

"Can I touch?" Willow voiced her thoughts cheekily. Not waiting for a response, she placed her mocha on the end table.

Tara gave Willow a blushing smile, but said nothing. The smart thing to do would be to end this now. She should get up, grab a robe and head for the showers. Only, it'd help if she weren't completely naked under the covers. Her panties were still on the floor somewhere – lying wherever she'd dropped them last night…

Seeing the lack of resistance in Tara's gaze, Willow slowly leaned in and placed her left hand on Tara's right shoulder. She exhaled gradually, allowing her breath to tickle Tara's lips as she began to lightly move her fingertips against her skin.

Willow could hear Tara's breathing getting shallower and shallower as her fingers reached the top mound of her right breast. This caused Willow's own breathing to get more erratic as well.

Both girls let out a welcomed sigh when Willow's hand finally closed around Tara's breast. Willow squeezed it gently, enjoying the way it felt in her hand. But more importantly, she was enjoying Tara's subtle yet unrestrained reaction.

It's 'my' touch doing this,' Willow smiled, gently kneading the girl's flesh through her thin cotton bra.

"W-W-Willow," Tara shuddered after a moment, and pressed her right hand over Willow's left. She held her hand still, stopping her movements.

Willow looked into Tara's eyes questioningly. Was she doing something wrong? "Tara…?"

Tara smiled warmly and lifted Willow's hand to her lips. She pressed a soft kiss against the palm of her hand. "You do know what that does to me?" she said by way of explanation, lowering Willow's hand to the bedspread.

Willow smiled in understanding. She leaned forward and pressed her forehead against Tara's. This allowed her to gaze downwards and get a really good look at the girl's cleavage from above.

"But you're so beautiful," she whispered huskily, not taking her eyes off the girl's breasts. "I can't help it," she lifted her free hand and pressed it against Tara's chest. "You feel so soft," she formed a fist and extended her forefinger. She then began to trace a tentative line down towards the hollow between her breasts.

Tara sighed and quivered at the girl's intimate touch. "Willow," she said her name tenderly.

"So soft," Willow repeated, using her finger to slip underneath Tara's left breast for a second, before moving under her right breast. "And so perfect," she moved her finger upwards underneath the bra until she reached the girl's nipple.

Tara let go of Willow's left hand and moved it up to her right, pressing the girl's finger hard against herself. "Please," she begged, not knowing if she wanted the girl to stop or keep going.

Willow closed her eyes at the awareness of Tara's nipple against her finger. She wanted to see the nipple as well though, but Tara's hand pressing against her was preventing her from doing anything.

It was then that Willow realized that she now had one free hand. And with that, she lifted her left hand up to Tara's other breast. She deftly cupped it in the palm of her hand and began to squeeze it gently.

"Willow," Tara pleaded with a shudder, her body responding directly to the girl's touch.

"You want me to stop?" Willow asked huskily, even as she continued to gently massage her breast.

"No," Tara sighed. "Oh, yes," she corrected, but as Willow tweaked her nipple saucily, she relented, "Oh gods don't stop. No wait…s-s-stop…"

Willow ceased her movements. She could see the conflicting reactions in Tara's responses, and she didn't want to do anything that Tara wasn't comfortable with.

Tara pressed her hand gently against Willow's thigh. "It's just," she blushed, "you're making me so wet…"

Willow blushed as well. Last night had paved the way for such revelations, but it was going to take the pair some time to get used to the full extent of the intimacy they were now able to share with one another.

"I don't even have my panties on," Tara continued shyly. "There's gonna be a wet spot – "

"Panties!" Willow interrupted with a grin. So, she'd been right, Tara was naked under the bed sheets.

With a mischievous grin, Willow got up off the bed and glanced around the floor until she found what she was looking for.

"These do?" she returned to the bed and held up Tara's pale pink panties, dangling them from her thumb and forefinger.

"Take 'em," Willow dropped them on the bedspread. "Put 'em on," she continued cheekily.

Tara smiled and shook her head good-naturedly. She then picked up her panties and met Willow's gaze with a saucy grin of her own. Placing her mocha on the end table, Tara deftly began to wriggle and squirm under the covers, taking her time in putting them on.

Willow merely widened her grin. "That mean I can touch again?" Willow reached both hands towards Tara's breasts.

"Not quite," Tara moved out of reach and got out of bed. "Time for a shower," she grinned saucily.

Willow pouted as she stood up. "I thought…" she trailed off as her gaze took in the sight of Tara in only her underwear. Her eyes glazed over with thoughts of what she would like to do to that sexy body of hers.

"Looks like you could use one too," Tara teased, before moving to locate something to wear. She purposefully didn't bother putting on a robe, knowing the effect she was having on Willow.

Willow watched in silence as Tara gathered up a change of clothing, a towel, and her bathroom kit. When the girl finally donned a robe, she blinked a couple of times and returned to reality.

"Won't be long," Tara opened the door. "Feel free to use the bed," she quipped, before exiting the room.

Willow blushed at the girl's raunchy suggestion. "Vixen," she said to herself and smiled adoringly.

With that, Willow chose not to take Tara up on her offer to use the bed. Instead, she went to the girl's bookcase and searched for a good spell book. She needed something to keep her hormones at bay.

Willow looked up from her book as Tara entered the room. "Hey," she greeted with a smile.

"Hey," Tara pouted as she set down her gear and tossed her wet towel in the hamper, along with her underwear. "No fair…"

Tara stuck out her bottom lip in a mock pout. "I was hoping to catch you in the act," she leaned her forehead against Willow's.

Willow chuckled and gently bit Tara's bottom lip, before taking it into her mouth and sucking on it. When she felt Tara shiver, she let go.

"I've been a good gal," she grinned, taking a moment to notice the pronounced redness in Tara's cheeks. "But that's more than I can say for some…"

"You have a good shower?" Willow teased, wrapping her arms loosely around Tara's waist.

Tara grinned back, even as a blush covered her cheeks. "It was, um…very, uh…refreshing…"

Willow pulled her closer and chastely kissed her lips. "Now what's unfair? You're the one who got all the fun," she whispered against her lips.

"Oh hey!" Willow pulled away suddenly. "Does that mean I can do this now?" she moved her hands between their bodies and nonchalantly covered Tara's breasts. "Seeing as you're all…refreshed…"

Tara shuddered as Willow began to gently knead her flesh. "Oh gods," she sighed.

Tara moaned into the kiss and lifted her hands up to Willow's back. "You're insatiable," she forced herself to pull back.

"And you're beautiful," Willow met her gaze and smiled, gently squeezing her breasts in emphasis.

Willow grinned and recaptured Tara's lips, sucking gently on her bottom lip. She felt the girl tremble slightly as she began to tentatively massage her breasts.

The moment she'd touched them last night, it was as if something had awakened inside her. She simply adored the feel of Tara's soft mounds in her hands. She loved the way Tara reacted when she played with then. She could play with Tara's breasts all day…

"Oh gods," Tara lifted her hands to Willow's shoulders and pushed the girl away from her. "I, uh," she took a deep breath to steady her breathing, "I…I should dry my hair…"

Willow smiled as Tara headed towards her dresser in search of the blow dryer. "Too much?" she followed the girl and wrapped her arms around Tara's waist from behind. "Too wet?" she whispered into Tara's ear as she pressed her own breasts against her back.

"Willow," Tara smiled indulgently, letting out a soft sigh as Willow's lips moved to her neck. "Mmmm," she closed her eyes and exhaled softly, instantly reacting to the sensation of Willow's hands reaching up to cover her breasts.

"You're so soft," Willow whispered against the skin of her neck, gently squeezing her breasts. "I love how you feel in my hands," she moved up to nibble at her ear. "You're so beautiful," she continued to knead, pressing her palms harder and harder against the sensitive nubs of Tara's nipples. "I never wanna stop touching you," she moved her fingertips inwards and tenderly squeezed the girl's nipples.

"W-W-Willow," Tara shuddered involuntarily, moving her hands up to cover Willow's. She didn't know how much longer her legs were going to hold out before they collapsed underneath her. Willow was just so damn sensual.

"You want me to stop?" Willow moved her tongue to the sensitive flesh behind Tara's ear, and squeezed her nipples at the same time.

Tara moaned softly. Willow was once again playing the stop me game. Only she didn't think she had it in her to win. Willow's touch was proving too much for her. Then return the favor, a voice spoke to her. Show her how it feels like to be teased…

With that, Tara pulled Willow's hands off her breasts and placed them around her waist as she turned around. "You wanna play?" she met her gaze and grinned challengingly.

"Play?" Willow grinned back, already moving her hands between their bodies. She missed Tara's breasts…

Willow shivered as she felt Tara's hands against the skin of her belly. In response, she pressed her own hands against Tara's breasts.

It was Tara's turn to shudder. But she was already one up on Willow, because a second later, she was cupping Willow's bra-clad breasts in her hands.

Spurred on by her reaction, Tara began to gently work her breasts. "You like?" she whispered against her lips.

The two girls were now moaning softly as their hands continued their sensual movements. They could feel themselves sinking deeper and deeper into their own desires. Luckily they were both wearing skirts…

Willow was the first to pull away. "You win," she said breathlessly, her whole body tingling.

Tara smiled and slowly removed her hands from underneath Willow's shirt. "I'd say it was a draw," she reached for the girl's hands and squeezed them gently. "A few seconds more and I'd be needing another shower."

Willow chuckled and placed a chaste kiss against Tara's lips. "So," she kissed her again, "you want me to do the honors?" she nodded her head in the direction of the hair dryer.

With that, Willow stepped away, and a minute later she was standing over Tara, lovingly drying the girl's hair.

After Willow had finished with Tara's hair, the girls had decided to head out for some breakfast. On the way to the Café, they were bombarded with a number of students handing out various flyers. Being Sunday, there were quite a few events and fundraisers taking place, and everyone was vying for attention.

"So," Willow looked up at Tara as she drizzled maple syrup over her waffles, "What did you wanna do today?"

Tara took a bite of her apple and picked up the nearest flyer. "I dunno," she shrugged as she read over it. "There's so many things going on."

"Bake sale," Tara handed the flyer to Willow. "The campus Wicca group is raising funds for their upcoming Bacchanal."

"Campus Wiccans?" Willow's eyes lit up as she read over the flyer. "You a member?"

"Showed up to orientation," Tara shook her head, "but it was just three days of meditations and blessings. I didn't sense a flicker of energy from anyone. I don't think there was a real witch among 'em."

"Not one?" Willow frowned and put down the flyer. "Isn't that how your mom met Amy's mom? You'd think there'd be at least one real witch…"

Tara grinned. "You're the only witch I care about anyway," she took another bite out of her apple.

Willow smiled warmly at her friend and reached for her hand. "Me too," she said softly.

Tara smiled back and bit into her apple again. "So, I guess the bake sale's out."

"What about this?" Willow picked up another flyer. "It says there's a film festival. Two bucks gets you an all-day pass."

Tara took the flyer from Willow and read over it. "Oh," she grinned, "it's being hosted by the Lesbian Alliance."

"Yeah," Tara smiled. "Showed up to their orientation as well. But I've been too busy to go to any of their meetings," she gave Willow a meaningful look.

Willow chuckled. "Well, don't let me stop you. Who knows, maybe I'll even come with you to the next one…"

Tara looked Willow in the eye, trying to judge how serious she was. "Whatever you're comfortable with," she said after a moment, not quite able to read her expression.

Willow looked down at her waffles evasively and took another mouthful. "So," she changed the subject, "what movies are they showing at the film festival?"

Deciding not to press on the issue, Tara looked through the flyers until she came upon the program. "Oh," she grinned. "They're showing Bound' later this afternoon. It's one of my favorites."

"I've heard of that," Willow acknowledged. "It's like a mafia movie or something, right?"

"Yeah," Tara's grin widened. "But it's also got one of the hottest girl on girl sex scenes…"

"In just over an hour," Tara looked down at the program. "It's called Better Than Chocolate.' Haven't seen it before."

As Willow washed down her waffles with some orange juice, a thought occurred to her.

Tara looked at Willow for a moment. She'd gotten to know the girl pretty well, and it didn't take her long to realize what she was thinking.

"He'd kill us if he found out we didn't invite him to a day of girl on girl action," Willow quipped.

Tara sighed, seeing right through her friend's plan. Willow wasn't comfortable going to a lesbian film festival alone with another girl.

"Right," Tara took a final bite out of her apple and stood up. She tossed the core into a nearby bin and then sat back down again. She wasn't particularly pleased with Willow's actions. Why did the girl feel the need to put on an act for her?

Doesn't she know she can tell me anything? It's not like I'd be mad at her or think she's a bad person. I understand why she's reluctant.

"Okay," Willow smiled in agreement, her subconscious choosing to ignore Tara's subtle mood shift.

An idea hit Tara as she processed her thoughts. "You think we should treat him?" she suggested. "He's probably broke after last night with Cordelia."

Willow chuckled. "Yeah, Xander's always broke on Sundays. What he sees in Cordelia…"

Willow put down the juice bottle and looked into Tara's eyes. Why was Tara goading her like that? It wasn't like her…

Oh, she quickly got the picture. "I'm sorry," Willow reached for Tara's hands.

"No," Tara smiled sheepishly, suddenly regretting her words. "I'm sorry," she squeezed Willow's hands gently. "It's just…you don't have to put on an act around me. I know you're still uncomfortable with the whole gay thing. There's no rush to be out in the open..."

"It's okay," Tara assured, not wanting to make Willow feel worse than she already did. "I didn't mean to – "

Willow smiled and placed a hand on Tara's thigh, silently letting her know she wasn't upset. "Come on," she stood and pulled Tara up with her.

Tara smiled and pressed a quick kiss against her cheek. "I'll buy the tickets," she said as they stepped outside. "You call Xander, and I'll meet you back at the dorm."

"No," Tara covered her hand, "It's my treat," she said with a smile. "You paid for popcorn and drinks last night…"

Willow smiled back ruefully. Tara definitely had a Resolve Face to rival her own. "Okay," she conceded.

"Mmm, barely," he yawned and lifted a hand up to rub his eyes. "What time is it?"

"Don't wanna know," Willow interjected hastily. "I get the picture. So, you have anything planned for today?"

Willow chuckled to cover up her sudden uneasiness. Maybe she should tell him…? He was her oldest and bestest friend. He'd understand…right?

'Oh," Willow ventured nervously, "yeah, I, uh…I just dropped something…a, uh…a flyer…"

"Actually, it's, uh…why I called," Willow cleared her throat. "I'm, uh…I'm at Tara's. She's just gone to get us some tickets."

"The, uh…the Lesbian Alliance is holding a film festival," Willow explained. "Tara was interested in going, so, I, uh…I thought we'd, um…ask you to join us. Seeing as you're – "

"I'm already there Will," Xander held the phone against his shoulder with his chin as he slipped into his jeans. "You had me at Lesbian Alliance. So, tell me," he zipped up his fly and picked the receiver back up, "you think there'll be lotsa…girls at the festival …dark room…making out…?"

"You're the bestest friend ever Will," Xander grinned. And with that, he hung up the phone, slipped on a shirt and headed for the bathroom.

Willow smiled as she put down the phone. Xander was so predictable. However, she couldn't help but wonder if maybe it was time to come out to him. He was more than okay with Tara being gay. So why wouldn't he be okay with her…? Although, she wasn't too sure what to say to him.

Yeah, that's a great thing to say, she chided herself. Kinda gay… What does that even mean anyway?

With another sigh, she pondered some more about how to come out. She was sure Xander would ask about Oz. She knew Xander would also bring up her relationship with Tara. He was bound to infer something from their closeness. And that's what was really worrying her.

Yeah, Tara and I are…well, we're not girlfriends, we're not friends, we're…

Willow sighed again. What are we? What does she want us to be? What do 'I' want us to be…?

When Tara entered the room a few minutes later, Willow still wasn't any closer to figuring out what to say to Xander.

"Hey Willow," Tara sat down next to her. She could see the introspective look in her eye and wondered what was going on. "What's up?"

"Hey Tara," Willow turned towards her and smiled. "I was, uh…just thinking…"

"But I want to," Willow sighed. "He's my oldest friend. I've never kept anything from him. I want him to know me, but…" Willow sighed again and look away, dropping her gaze to the floor. "I don't even know what to tell him. He'll probably ask about us you know. And what do I say? That we're more than friends? We're not girlfriends. So what are we…?"

"Oh no," Willow shook her head vehemently and met Tara's gaze. "I didn't mean it like that," she reached for her hand. "I know you don't think I'm ready…and you're probably right. It's just," she squeezed her hand gently, "it makes it more confusing. I care about you Tara…you know that right? And after last night, I, uh…I know it's you I wanna be with…"

Tara's heart skipped a beat at the revelation. Her plan had worked. She couldn't have been happier. Only, suddenly, she didn't feel too proud of her motivations. Here was Willow talking about how she cared for her, and all she could think about was how she'd managed to get Oz out of the picture. She really was a bad person…

"Uh," Tara looked to the floor uncomfortably, "about that…I, uh…I have a confession to make…"

Willow's puzzlement increased. Tara rarely stuttered around her anymore – except when she was nervous or upset.

Willow turned and placed a hand gently against Tara's cheek. "Look at me," she guided.

"Tara," Willow moved her other hand up as well, so that she was now cupping Tara's face in her hands. "It's okay," she pressed a gentle kiss against her forehead. "What are you sorry about?"

With another sigh, Tara opened her eyes and met Willow's. "I w-w-w-wanted y-y-you to-to, uh…to f-f-f-forget about him."

"Oh no," Tara shook her head vehemently. "I-I-I-I'd n-n-n-n-never do th-th-that to-to y-y-y-y-you…"

Willow relaxed visibly. "Then what?" she prompted invitingly. "What did you do?"

Willow looked blankly at Tara for a moment, before she uncontrollably started to chuckle. She finally understood what was going on here.

"Oh Tara," Willow pursed her lips, doing her best to tone down her mirth. "You're incredible," she leaned over and hugged her tight.

Tara hugged Willow back tentatively, her puzzlement increasing. Why wasn't Willow angry?

"Oh Sweetie," Willow placed a loving kiss against her cheek and pulled away. "You didn't do anything wrong," she smiled warmly. "Unless you count turning me into a breast gal for life."

Tara sighed, "I d-d-didn't want you thinking about Oz anymore. I was j-j-jealous…selfish… I'm s-s-sorry Willow…"

Willow felt herself falling deeper in love as she watched her struggle. The girl had the morals of a saint. Only Tara would work herself up over something like this.

"Then that's all that matters," Willow smiled. "You didn't do anything wrong Sweetie," she caressed her cheeks lovingly, before pressing her forehead against Tara's. "I – "

A knock on the door caused Willow to startle and not finish her sentence. Maybe it was just as well. She wasn't sure if she was even ready to admit her feelings to herself, let alone express them to Tara.

"I'll get it," Willow pressed a quick kiss against Tara's lips before standing up. "And no more frowny-face, okay?" she said over her shoulder. "Besides, I kinda liked being seduced…"

Tara chuckled softly despite herself. She was beginning to see what Willow had found so funny. She was being a bit overdramatic here.

"Hey Xander," Willow smiled and stepped aside as the young man entered the room.

"How are my two favorite ladies this morning?" Xander smiled at both girls, before taking a seat next to Tara.

Xander grinned and placed an arm around Willow and Tara's shoulders. "When the first words I hear this morning are girl on girl action,' a fella gets motivated."

He glanced at Tara and then at Willow. "You know," he grinned slyly at Willow, "if you ever feel like changing teams, I'm sure Tara could show you the ropes," he turned towards Tara and grinned cheekily. "And I'll make sure it never gets back to Oz," he turned back to face Willow.

Willow met Tara's eye, wondering how to respond to that. She could easily laugh it off, but it was the perfect opening. Only, was she ready to take it?

"Actually," she took a deep breath, deciding to take the plunge. "Oz already knows…"

Xander frowned and looked towards Tara, and then up at Willow. He'd been expecting a slap on the wrist or maybe even a bemused look.

Willow smiled back before meeting Xander's gaze tentatively. "We, uh…we broke up…"

"You broke up?" Xander frowned and stood up. "When did you break up?" he reached for her hands and grasped them gently. "I'm sorry…I didn't know…"

"It's okay Xander," Willow squeezed his hands and smiled. "It happened a few weeks ago…just before homecoming."

Xander was confused. Before homecoming? They hadn't looked broken up to him last night…

Xander frowned again and let go of her hands. "I don't get it," he sat back down. "Why'd you break up?"

"That's kinda my fault," Tara stood up and grasped Willow's right hand with her left. She laced their fingers together pointedly and then pressed Willow's hand against her lips. She looked at Xander as she lowered their hands. Hopefully, he'd get the idea.

Xander looked up at Willow and then at Tara, and then down to their hands. What was going on here? He didn't get it. What did Tara mean by saying it was her fault? Why would it be her fault? And why had she kissed Willow's hand…?

"Oh!!!!" Xander's mouth shot open as the situation finally dawned on him. "You and Willow…?" he stood up and alternated his gaze from one girl to the other. "You-you-you and Willow are-are-are-are – !?"

"We're more than friends," Tara supplied, as Xander just gaped. She could see he was having a hard time getting his head around the idea. "We're taking things slowly," she continued.

"Pretty much," Willow smiled hesitantly. She wasn't sure what to make of Xander's reaction. He wasn't running from the room in terror, so at least that was something…right?

"How can you be kinda gay?" Xander sighed. "Unless you're…? Kinda gay…" He sighed again.

Tara looked at Willow with sympathy. It was time to leave them alone for a while. "I'll go and get us something to drink," she let go of Willow's hand. "Okay?" she turned to Xander.

As Tara left, the pair looked at one another uncomfortably, neither knowing where to start.

"You're the first one I've told," Willow ventured as she sat down on the bed. "Well, apart from Oz…"

Xander joined her on the bed and smiled awkwardly. He had no idea how to handle his best friend's revelation.

What was he supposed to say here? What was he supposed to do? Straight as nails Willow was gay! He couldn't believe it. His best friend – his reliable best friend – was gay!

Of all the people he'd have thought would stray from the norm, Willow wasn't even on the same list. Not that being gay was straying from the norm. Because it wasn't exactly – it just wasn't Willow…was it?

"Oh Will," Xander let go of her hand and lifted both his hands to her cheeks. Despite his shock, Willow was still his best friend. And he knew what the girl needed to hear. "You know I love you, right?" he pressed his lips against her forehead and just kept them there.

Willow reached her hands around Xander's waist as she closed her eyes. "I love you too, Xander," she whispered.

After a while, Xander pulled away. He then wrapped his arms around Willow's back and drew her in for a warm hug. He held her close for a long time without saying anything.

"I love you Will," Xander repeated, whispering the words into her ear. "And whatever you need…you know I'm here for you…always…"

There were tears streaming down Willow's cheeks as she held onto Xander. She was resting her head against his shoulder, and she could sense his acceptance.

Xander continued to hold her close, letting her tears subside, before he finally pulled away.

"So, you and Tara, huh?" he smiled, tenderly wiping at her tears. Now that the shock was wearing off, he couldn't help but think about the reality of his best friend's sexuality.

Willow smiled back and reached for his hands. "Kinda," she acknowledged, lowering them into her lap. "We're taking things slow."

"And Oz knows about this?" Xander questioned, giving her hands a gentle squeeze.

Willow chuckled. "Oh, yeah…" she blushed, "me and Tara…homecoming dance…trying on clothes…kissage…fluke…"

"We kissed," Willow repeated. "And it was amazing. But I kinda freaked. And then the next day we kissed again, and I…Tara…pulled away, and I got even more confused. I ran to Oz…we talked, and I told him everything. So now we're all friends…"

"Sort of," Willow confirmed. "It's not official or anything. But I really care for her…we connect. I've never felt like this before. And I'm scared, but it's a good kinda scared. You know what I mean?"

Tara walked in carrying three small mochas on a cardboard tray. She looked at Willow and then at Xander, realizing her return had been a little premature.

"It's okay," Willow let go of Xander's hands and stood up to take a cup from the tray. "We're good."

Tara smiled back and headed towards her bin. She dumped the tray and lifted the cup to her lips. She was pleased to feel the positive energy in the room. It told her all she needed to know.

"Give me a minute," Willow placed her mocha on the table. "Too much OJ this morning," she explained as she headed for the door.

When they were finally alone, Tara pulled out their tickets. "Here," she handed one to Xander.

"Thanks," Xander took the ticket with a smile. "How much do I owe ya?" he reached for his back pocket.

Tara gave him the same look she'd given Willow earlier, causing Xander to chuckle.

Xander grinned. "You haven't seen it yet?" he didn't wait for a response. "There's no stopping Resolve Face Willow."

Xander smiled and sipped his own. "Tara," he chuckled awkwardly. "I, uh…I don't have to give you the don't hurt my best friend, speech, do I?"

Tara looked up from her mocha and gave him a warm smile. "What do you think?" she said softly, sensing his good humor and responding in kind.

Xander sipped his mocha and smiled. "So long as we've got that out of the way," he chuckled. "Now down to business," he grinned.

"You and Will," Xander explained cheekily. "Just want you to know I've got no problems with PDA's."

"Hey," Willow greeted upon return. "What I miss?" she headed towards the table and picked up her mocha.

"Xander's encouraging PDA's." Tara explained with a smirk as she handed Willow her ticket.

Willow frowned for a second, before realizing what he meant. "Is that all you think about?" she chided him with a smile.

"I'm just saying you don't have to be shy," he grinned. "It's okay with me if you wanna – "

Throughout the movie, Xander found himself glancing over at Willow and Tara on more than one occasion. The two girls were sitting on his right, and Willow was resting her head against Tara's left shoulder and holding the girl's hand. Their fingers were laced together and resting against Tara's thigh. Every time he looked down, he couldn't help but notice that Willow was slowly running her thumb against Tara's hand, gently caressing her as they watched the movie.

Whenever he looked across at Willow's face, he noticed the dreamy expression in her eye. He could also see the affection in Tara's eyes as well. On occasion, she would glance down at their joined hands and smile, or look up at Willow and press a soft kiss against her cheek.

This said a lot to Xander. And he couldn't be happier for Willow. Tara was a good person, and what's more, she was hot too. But that was beside the point. What mattered the most to Xander was Willow's trust in him – in his reaction and his love for her.

After Better than Chocolate had finished, the three teens headed towards the Café for a late lunch. Once they'd eaten, they went back to the auditorium hosting the film festival, and settled in to watch some more movies.

When the movie Bound' had finished, they piled out of the auditorium to stretch their legs. Xander decided he'd had enough and thanked the girls for the fun day. He was definitely up for a little action though…and if Cordy wasn't interested, maybe he could convince a certain dark-haired Slayer…

Tara thought for a second. It was late in the afternoon, and the twilight hadn't even set in yet. However, she and Willow had been neglecting their magicks lately, and she didn't want the girl to fall behind.

"I thought maybe we could do some spells," Tara ventured. "It's been a few days…"

"Right," Willow instantly agreed. "Spells it is. Besides, I don't think I can handle any more onscreen action," she chuckled. "That last movie…"

Tara nodded her head in agreement and grasped Willow's hand. "Now you know why it's one of my favorites," she said as they began walking.

A few minutes later, they finally reached Tara's dorm. Willow sat herself down on the bed as Tara searched for a good spell book. They spent the next few hours going over spells before heading out for dinner.

After dinner the girls returned to Tara's room and inevitably began to make out. Tara stopped things pretty quickly though; not wanting the situation to get out of hand. She then mentioned that it might be a good idea if Willow didn't sleep over anymore.

They had now reached a new level in their relationship, and if they slept in the same bed, she'd be willing to bet that there wouldn't be much actual sleeping going on. However, she did agree to meet Willow for breakfast in the morning. If they couldn't spend their evenings together, then they could at least start their days together.

That's how the next few days went for them. The couple would meet in the morning for breakfast, then Tara would walk Willow to school, before heading off to her own classes.

In the afternoons they'd meet back at Tara's, where they'd practice their spells, have dinner, and even make out a little. They did their best not to take things too far though – limiting the temptation to takes things further.

The following Sunday, the girls bypassed their evening make out session in lieu of hanging out at the Bronze. After their afternoon magicks, Oz had shown up at Tara's. He'd driven them to the Bronze and had dinner with the two girls before his first set had started.

After his third set, Oz put down his guitar and set off down the stage. The Bronze was especially crowded tonight, making seating a bit of a chore. Consequently, as he reached the table where Willow, Tara, Xander, and Cordelia were sitting, there wasn't much room for him.

"Oz, hey!" Willow smiled in greeting. "Have a seat…" she looked around and frowned. "Except, we don't have any seats…"

"It's okay," he smiled. "I'll just scrunch in," he nudged Willow over a bit so that she was now practically sitting in Tara's lap.

Tara instantly wrapped her arms around Willow's waist and lifted her up so that she really was sitting in her lap.

"You don't mind?" she half whispered into Willow's ear, speaking just loud enough to be heard over the crowd and the music, but soft enough so that no one else heard.

"Nope," Willow craned her neck back and smiled, before turning around and placing her arms over Tara's. She pressed gently against them, letting her know she was okay with this.

Willow smiled weakly, but chose not to get up. Instead, she gently stroked Tara's arm.

"What? I just like her," she chuckled, figuring humor was her best bet. She wasn't going to make the same mistake of overacting to Cordelia's comments as she had in the past.

Cordelia gave her a questioning look, and then shrugged. She'd never understand geeks.

Tara smiled and gently tightened her grip around Willow's waist and rested her chin on the girl's shoulder. She was very proud of her reaction. It showed her just how much Willow was growing. Only a week ago, she probably would've turned beet red and stammered something overly defensive in response to Cordy's question.

Regardless of her attempt at a joke, Willow still felt a little awkward. Which is why she decided to change the subject away from her and Tara.

"Hey!" she grinned nervously. "Speaking of people and things they do that aren't like usual, anyone notice Buffy acting sort of different?"

"Lets see," Xander pondered, "uh, killing zombies…uh, torching sewer monsters, and…no. That's pretty much the, uh…same old Buffster," he grinned.

Willow furrowed her brow. "Well, I just mean, you know, she's off by herself a lot more, and she's kind of…distracted…"

"A boyfriend?" Willow exclaimed, craning her neck to look up at Tara, before glancing at Xander. "Why wouldn't she tell us?"

"Excuse me?" Cordelia interjected. "When your last steady killed half the class, and then your rebound guy sends you a dump-o-gram? It makes a girl shy."

"But we're the best of Buffy's bestest buds," Xander looked at his girlfriend, and then at Willow and Tara. "She'd tell us…" he appealed.

"Tell you what?" Buffy questioned from behind Xander. She nudged her way passed him so that she was now standing between him and Tara, who still had Willow in her lap.

"About your new boyfriend," Willow turned and smiled. "Who we made up. Unless we didn't?" she looked at her quizzically.

Buffy took a moment as she considered how best to answer. Craning her neck, she spotted someone in the crowd and smiled.

"I wouldn't use the word dating, " she turned to face Willow. "But I am going out with somebody," she grinned. "Tonight, as a matter of fact."

Faith emerged from the crowd, put her hand against Xander's shoulder and pushed him aside. "Yo, what's up?" she nudged up against Buffy. "Hey, time to motorvate," she gave her fellow Slayer another nudge.

Buffy grinned and turned to face Faith. "Really," she placed an arm around her shoulder suggestively. "We're just good friends," she smiled.

Faith gave Buffy a flirtatious look, choosing to go in on whatever game the girl was playing. She then winked at Tara, before placing her own arm around Buffy's waist and leading her out of the club.

Willow craned her neck to look at Tara in shock. She couldn't believe what she'd just seen. Faith and Buffy…together…it wasn't possible. Was it?

Willow didn't know what to think either. However, if Buffy was with Faith, then that would definitely give her something to think about. It would change things for Willow immensely.

Not only would it make coming out easier, but it lessened the niggling fear that Faith might one day swoop Tara out from under her…

Although, on second thoughts, a part of her didn't like the idea of Buffy and Faith together either. She felt as if Faith was encroaching on her territory…

"I knew it," Cordelia exclaimed, interrupting Willow's thoughts. "It's finally gotten to her."

"Loser guys," Cordy explained, wondering why everyone was so dense. "No wonder she's turned lesbian."

Tara chuckled in bemusement. "You d-don't just turn l-lesbian Cordelia. If Buffy is gay, th-then she's always had it in-inside her. She just hasn't r-realized it till now."

Tara gave Willow's arm a little squeeze, letting the redhead know the double meaning behind her words.

Willow smiled and gave Tara a squeeze of her own. The blonde did have a good point.

"Why not?" Cordelia questioned. "No offence, but Buffy's more Faith's style than you'll ever be."

Tara smiled good-naturedly. "Right," she voiced her thoughts. "They do make a better couple. But I think Buffy was just t-teasing. I've never gotten the, um…the…" she trailed off, struggling to find the right word.

"Yeah," Tara giggled, enjoying the turn of the conversation. "I've never gotten the lesbi-vibe off Buffy."

"Okay," Willow smiled at him as he left. She didn't rush to take his seat though. She was happy right where she was. In Tara's lap.

As the evening progressed, Willow continued to ponder over Faith and Buffy. Wondering what their relationship meant, and how it affected her personally. In fact, she continued to mull over the issue long after she'd said goodbye to everyone, and had curled up in her own bed.

The next evening, after her last class, Tara headed over towards the library to meet with Willow. The girl had left a message on her machine, letting her know that something was up. Apparently there was a new demon on the loose by the name of Lagos. He was searching for an artifact known as the Glove of Myhnegon.' The glove was meant to be extremely powerful and highly dangerous. Unfortunately, there wasn't much of a record as to its full power.

Willow had told her that this information had come from a new Watcher by the name of Gwendolyn Post. She'd shown up during the Slayers' patrol last night.

However, according to Willow, this new Watcher was giving Giles a bit of a hard time. Poor Giles, Tara thought to herself as she walked down the school corridors. It was never easy being upstaged.

As she entered the library, Tara noted that Giles was sitting at a table going over a number of large volumes. Xander was looking down at him from the end of the table, and Willow was standing behind him near the railing next to the stacks.

"Hey," she greeted, giving Xander a smile before reaching Willow's side. She grasped her hand and gave her a gentle squeeze.

Both Tara and Willow jumped in surprise, and looked at each other with a worried expression.

"There's not a word here about Lagos or the glove." Giles stood up. "We don't have time for this," he dropped the book onto the table in frustration, "near-missing."

Willow and Tara gave each other another worried look. It wasn't like Giles to get so agitated. They looked down at Xander, who seemed to share their confusion. He shrugged at them as they both took a few steps towards him.

Giles turned around to face the three teens. "Just find out all you can about the demon," he instructed. "Its-its-its strengths, its-its weaknesses," he began to pace the room, "its places of origin." With a sigh he paused to yank off his glasses. "And most importantly," he gestured towards Xander with his glasses, "what it plans to do with this blasted glove."

Unlike the two girls, Xander wasn't gonna take this kind of behavior from him. "Hey," he protested, "you're not the Watcher of me."

With that, he turned around and stormed off into his office, leaving the threesome to gape after him.

"Poor Giles," Tara sighed, giving Willow's hand a gentle squeeze as they headed up into the stacks.

"Poor us," Willow corrected. "We've been at it all day," she said as Xander joined them in the stacks. "It's late, I'm tired. What does he want from us anyway?"

"The number of a qualified surgeon to remove the British flag from his butt?" Xander quipped.

Tara looked at Xander and smiled. She supposed they were right to be upset with Giles. After all, they'd had to put up with him for the better part of the day. She'd just gotten here. But still, she couldn't really blame Giles for being frustrated. She kept her opinion to herself though. She could see it wasn't gonna be appreciated.

As Xander moved to look through the stacks, she followed Willow to a section where a couple of books were already lying open on the floor. She sat down next to Willow and picked up the book in front of her.

Tara looked up from her own book and glanced sympathetically at Willow, who was now leaning forward and resting her head in her hands. She wished there was something she could do to make her feel better. She watched silently as the girl started rubbing her temples with her fingers.

Tara watched Willow for another moment, before putting her book down. She couldn't just sit by and watch her in pain. With that, she scooted over and reached for Willow. She covered the girl's hands with her own and let loose with a tiny sliver of energy.

Tara smiled and began to gently massage Willow's temples. She pressed her forehead against the back of Willow's head and closed her eyes as she released her energy progressively.

"Ohh," Willow moaned again, quickly succumbing to Tara's ministrations. However, as usual, the girl's touch did more than just soothe her pain. She was beginning to feel an all too familiar stirring between her thighs.

"Right," Tara continued to massage Willow, getting drawn into the moment. "Stop means no, and no means no," she sighed, "so, um…stop…"

With that, she lifted her forehead away and stopped her massage. She then leaned herself back against the bookshelf and picked up her book.

The moment Tara moved away, Willow instantly missed her presence. Without a second thought, she turned around and grasped Tara's cheeks in her hands.

Tara immediately dropped her book and wrapped her arms around Willow. She drew the girl closer to her and opened her mouth. She trembled when she felt Willow's tongue against her own.

Having heard the drop of a book, followed by the sound of moaning, Xander stepped around the stacks to investigate. He stopped in his tracks when he came upon Willow and Tara. He felt as if all his Christmases had come at once. He knew he should look away, give the girls some privacy. But his hormones wouldn't listen to his brain.

In fact, he was so enthralled, that he failed to notice Giles walking up behind him, his nose in a book.

"You can stop your, uh, studying," Giles glanced up from his book, but only to look at the book shelf in front of him. He had his back to all three of them

As Willow and Tara looked at each other nervously, Xander glanced back at them sheepishly. The pair looked at Xander in exasperation, not really able to be too mad at him.

"Uh, the probable location of the Glove of Myhnegon," Giles finally turned around to face the three teens. "It's, uh, housed in the Von Hauptman family crypt," he lowered his gaze back to the book in his hands.

"Yeah," Xander clicked at the name, "that's that big one over at the Restfield Cemetery."

"Yeah, well," Willow ventured nervously, wondering how much he'd seen, if anything at all, "that's great, Giles."

"Well," Xander figured he might as well do something useful, seeing as he felt a little guilty for spying on Willow and Tara. "I'll go check out this, uh, crypt," he moved to leave. "Um, tell her 'heads up' if she, uh, stops by."

With that, he gave Willow and Tara another apologetic smile, before exiting. He figured it'd be better to leave before they could confront him.

Willow looked at Tara nervously. "A-and we'll just keep studying," she suggested.

"Right," Tara agreed. "I-I-I think we're on the verge of a b-b-big Lagos breakthrough."

Giles finally looked up from his book. "No," he glanced at Willow and then at Tara. "I'd say we're done." And with that, he headed back out of the stacks.

Willow and Tara looked at each other and then burst into giggles, letting out all their nervous tension.

As he neared the crypt, Xander frowned at the darkness before him. He couldn't help but feel a little apprehensive.

"Hey, Giles," he spoke to himself sarcastically, "here's a nifty idea. Why don't I alleviate my guilt by goin' out and gettin' myself really, really killed?"

"Would we let that happen?" Willow came up behind him and draped her left arm around his waist.

"But the least you coulda done was give us a warning about Giles," Tara came from his other side and put her right arm around him, resting her hand on top of Willow's.

Xander looked at Willow and then at Tara and wrapped an arm around each of the girls' shoulders. He was a little startled to see them, but pleased nevertheless. He wasn't gonna get killed after all. Not with two powerful witches by his side. Speaking of which…hadn't he just angered these two really powerful witches…?

"Hey," he smiled ruefully. "You guys aren't gonna turn me into a frog or something, are you?" he quipped, only half kidding.

Xander alternated his gaze from one girl to the other and smiled weakly. "I'm sorry," he apologized.

"Hey," Tara suddenly frowned, hearing a crackling in the bushes. "What was that?" She took a few steps forward. If she wasn't mistaken, she could hear the sound of stone grinding against stone.

The three teens looked at one another and wordlessly ducked behind the nearby group of bushes. Hopefully whoever was making that noise would come out soon. Sure enough, not a minute had gone by, before they spied a dark shadowy figure exiting the crypt. They remained silent as the figure closed the door, noting it held a bundle of rags in its arms. Most likely the Glove of Myhnegon.

"Oh God," Willow's eyes widened as she caught her first glance at the figure's face. She turned to face Xander, seeing he'd noticed him too. He'd reached into his pocket and pulled out his stake, and was now holding it at the ready.

Tara frowned at their reaction. What was she missing here? Did they recognize this figure?

Willow looked passed Xander and noticed Tara's puzzlement. "It's Angel," she whispered.

"Lets go," Xander stood up, figuring the vamp was now far enough away to be followed.

Tara was extremely puzzled as she grasped Willow's hand and followed after Xander. Wasn't Angel supposed to be dead? And hadn't he been cured before Buffy killed him? So, if he was cured, then why was he stealing the Glove of Myhnegon?

A few minutes later, they had followed Angel back to his mansion. They still hadn't spoken a word to one another. Willow and Xander both seemed to be in a bit of a daze. Tara didn't really blame them. After all, Angel had tried to kill all of them, and he was supposed to be dead.

Xander was the first one to break the silence. "Lets see what he's got planned," he ventured towards a window.

Seeing as she was still holding Willow's hand, Tara had no choice but to do the same.

As they peered inside, there was a group exhalation of breath. For who should Angel be meeting with, but Buffy. And if that wasn't bad enough, the couple were actually kissing.

"I'm gonna kill him," Xander stepped away from the window. "I can't believe she – "

"Xander," Willow rested her hand against his right arm. "We should talk to her first. Ask her what's going on. Maybe he's not evil anymore…"

"They're making with the smoochies," Xander pointed at the window in frustration. "How long do you think he's gonna remain cured. I say we stake him now, and ask questions later."

"Willow's right," Tara placed her hand on his left arm. "We shouldn't rush into things…"

"You don't know him," Xander pointed out gruffly and stepped away from the two witches. "You don't know what he's capable of."

Willow instantly went to Tara's defense. "That just makes her more objective," Willow grasped Tara's hand.

"Fine," Xander fumed. "We'll assemble the gang. Tell 'em what we saw and confront her…"

Willow had to agree there. It was gonna be a little too confrontational. But she didn't really see any other option here. "If we all promise to use I statements…"

"I'm not promising anything," Xander interjected. "I'm going over to Cordy's to let her know, you guys get Oz, and we'll meet you back at the library."

"Maybe we should wait till tomorrow," Tara felt the need to suggest. Allowing Xander to confront Buffy in his current state of mind wasn't gonna do anyone any good.

Willow agreed with Tara. "She's right," Willow reached for Xander and grasped his free hand. She then used the trick Tara had taught her and released a little bit of her own energy, doing her best to calm the guy down.

Xander sighed in frustration. He didn't know why, but he suddenly felt as if the wind had been knocked out of his sails. Maybe the girls were right. It couldn't hurt to wait till the morning. Besides, it'd give him some time to think about what to say. And he had quite a lot to say.

Willow frowned and squeezed Tara's hand as they walked off as well. "I can't believe she didn't tell me. Why would Buffy keep this a secret…?"

"Why do you think," Tara pointed out softly. "She's probably scared about how you'd all react."

"She loves him," Tara reminded her. "Love has a funny way of clouding your judgment."

"That means he really could be evil," Willow glanced at Tara. "What if she wants him to be cured so badly that she's being fooled? What if he hurts her? We should go back," she stopped in her tracks. "What if all Angel wanted was the glove and he's using Buffy to get to it? What if there's no Lagos demon out there, only Angel? He's gonna kill her…"

"Will," Tara held her hand firm, preventing the girl from running back to the mansion. "She's a Slayer. I'm sure she'll be okay."

Tara stopped walking and gave Willow a loving smile. "Better not Sweetie," she said softly.

"I'm the only one who doesn't know Angel," Tara reminded her. "Buffy might react better to someone who's objective. Not that you can't be," she reassured instantly, "but…maybe you're too, uh…close to the matter…"

Willow sighed. Once again, Tara was right. "Okay," she agreed. "You talk with Buffy – let her know what Xander's got planned. But don't forget to call me after," she smiled. "I wanna know what happened."

"No problem," Tara smiled back and pressed a gentle kiss against Willow's cheek.

Tara knocked nervously on Buffy's front door. Of all the Scoobies, Buffy was the one she'd spent the least amount of time with.

"Not yet," Joyce took a step back and motioned for Tara to come inside. "She should be back soon though. You're welcome to wait inside."

Tara did as she was told and smiled nervously as Joyce sat down on the couch next to her.

Joyce smiled back politely. "Oh," she stood up. "Can I get you something to drink?"

Tara wasn't really thirsty, but she figured that getting her a drink would kill at least a minute or two of small talk.

Joyce nodded. "You sure you wouldn't like a soda instead? We've got Coke, Pepsi, grape, orange…"

Tara let out a sigh and took a deep breath. She was never comfortable around new people. No matter how nice they were.

Tara took a small sip of her orange soda. "I'm really enjoying them," she said softly. "C-c-college is a l-l-lot better than high school."

Buffy stopped on her way to the stairs, surprised to hear Tara's voice. What was Tara doing here?

Joyce stood up. "I'll leave you two alone," she smiled at both Tara and Buffy as she exited the room.

"Thanks Mom," Buffy acknowledged before taking a seat on the couch. "So," she turned to look at Tara. "What's up?"

Buffy frowned, sensing her nervousness. "What's wrong?" she questioned. "Something happen? You didn't find Lagos did you? No one's hurt are they?"

"Then what?" Buffy prompted impatiently. She was more than a little frustrated after her meeting with Angel and wasn't in the mood for guessing games.

Tara sighed and took a deep breath. She then stalled some more by lifting the glass to her lips for another mouthful of orange soda.

"We saw you," she began softly, staring down at the glass in her hands. "Me, Willow, and uh…and Xander."

Tara stalled again as she sipped her soda. "We know," she tentatively met Buffy's gaze. "We were chasing a lead on the glove and we saw you…"

"We s-s-s-saw you k-k-k-k-kissing Angel," Tara whispered, moving her gaze back down to the drink in her hands.

Buffy's jaw fell open in shock. A second later her shock turned to outrage. "You were spying on me?"

"N-n-n-n-n-no," Tara shook her head. "W-w-w-w-we, uh…w-w-w-w-we were, uh…f-f-f-following A-A-Angel and then we s-s-s-s-saw you. We d-d-d-d-didn't mean to spy. We were just c-c-c-concerned…"

Buffy instantly regretted her outburst. She hadn't meant to upset Tara so much that the girl reverted to nervous stammering. "I'm sorry," she gave her a sheepish smile.

"I'm the uh, ob-objective spokesperson," Tara explained. "Xander was pretty upset. Willow too. But, uh…we managed to stop Xander f-f-from going after Angel. He's rounding the gang up. They're gonna confront you in the library tomorrow morning."

"Uh huh," Tara confirmed. "I'm sorry," she insisted. "But it was the only way…"

"It's okay," Buffy said gently, before a frown marred her face. "They must hate me huh?"

Tara set down her glass on the table and briefly touched Buffy's knee in reassurance.

"Not really," she said softly. "Xander's mad, but he doesn't hate you. And Will…well, she's upset that you didn't tell her. That you kept it a secret…"

Buffy sighed. "I didn't mean to," she looked at Tara appealingly. "It's just…when he came back, I, uh…I didn't know if he was evil or…or…I looked after him. And I kept meaning to say something, but…"

"So he's not evil?" Tara continued, knowing that was the first thing Willow was going to ask her.

"No," Buffy shook her head. "He even found the glove for us. He's holding on to it to make sure it doesn't get into the wrong hands."

"Get physical," Buffy supplied with a chuckle. She shook her head off Tara's nod. "No. The kiss was an accident."

Buffy looked at Tara sheepishly. "I know how that sounds," she ventured. "But believe me…it really was an accident. I've got no intention of going down that road again. It's just…"

Buffy sighed. "I know it's wrong," she shook her head in frustration. "And we can never have a future. And I know he tried to kill all my friends. He tortured Giles. Killed Ms. Calendar…but that wasn't really him, you know? But it was all my fault. If we hadn't…"

"It's okay," Tara reached for her knee again. "You were following your heart. There's nothing wrong with that."

"Except when you're the Slayer and your boyfriend's a blood sucking fiend," Buffy retorted lightly.

"Maybe I'll just avoid the library," Buffy suggested. "In fact, why not avoid the whole school? Maybe move to LA again…?"

Buffy smiled back. "Okay," she sighed. "I guess running away's out of the question."

"If you want," Tara offered shyly, "I, uh…I can meet you here in the morning. You don't have to go alone. I can even show you a really good relaxation technique. It'll help you stay calm."

Buffy smiled at Tara gratefully, finding herself warming to the girl. Why was it that they never spent more time together? She'd definitely have to do something about that.

"Thanks Tara," Buffy reached for her hands and squeezed them gently. "I mean it."

"You're welcome," Tara acknowledged with a smile. "Anyway," she stood up. "It's g-g-getting late. I should go…"

"Sure," Buffy stood up as well. "You gonna be right getting home?" she followed her to the door.

"Yeah," Tara reached into her jeans and pulled out a cross from one pocket and a stake from the other.

"I'll see you in the morning," Tara continued. "Is 7am too early? We can go over the relaxation technique before we leave."

Buffy grinned. She wasn't too sure about meditating, but she figured it couldn't hurt. She was gonna need all the help she could get.

The first thing Tara did when she got back to her dorm was dial Willow's number.

"Tara," Willow said her name with a grin. She was pleased to finally be hearing from her. "How'd it go?"

"It was good," Tara ventured. "And before you ask, no, Angel's not evil. He's got the glove and he's looking after it. As for the kiss, Buffy swears it was an accident. She's not looking to fall back on old habits. But she is worried about what you all think."

"Yeah," Tara confirmed. "And Buffy's real sorry she didn't tell you," she said softly, knowing exactly what Willow was thinking.

"She was just scared," Tara insisted. "Anyway," she changed the subject, not wanting Willow to dwell on something negative right before bedtime. "I'm gonna meet her in the morning. Might be better if she didn't show up to the library alone."

"It's okay," Tara said modestly. "She's my friend too you know. At least I want her to be."

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A Fluke Between Two Wiccans

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