I, Willow Rosenberg, have started this journal because I never want to forget that the goddess has given me a second chance. A second chance to love, be loved by and make love with my soul mate, Tara Maclay.

Of course, I don't just want to think about the sex parts, but they pop in my head really often, and I'm this journal right after our first night being reunited. So, the title is kinda fitting. I will write another journal with Tara in a PG rated way, in case one day, we'd show it to our children. So, Tara and I agreed to make this our "sex journal", thus the title.

Hopefully, one day, we'll find here every single "sexcapade" we had since Tara took me back into her life. Now, that was my little introduction, and I'm gonna write about last night while Tara showers. Now, you're probably thinking: 'How come you're not with her?' And I would love to be with her, but Buffy needs us for research, so we can't waste any time. And if I get in the shower with her, I'll be spending the rest of the day there, and that would make me non-supporto gal.

Anyways, last night still seems a dream to me. I was on our bed, or, then it was still my bed, when I heard Tara talking behind me. I was kinda surprised, 'cause I had seen her earlier that day at the Pump for our second first date. Well, you get it. Plus, I thought I was alone with Dawnie in the house, since Buffy and Xander had left to go to the Magic Box after having seen Anya and Spike having sex on the research table. Ok, bad visual, and I'm straying from the initial subject.

Yeah, I heard Tara behind me, from the door talking. Her speech will forever be sketched to my heart. Here goes:

My Love: "Things fall apart. They fall apart so hard."

Me: "Tara?"

I said that 'cause I was still surprised, more like in shock to see her, standing there, beautiful as always in the room's doorway. Anyways:

My Love: "You can never put them back the way thy were."

Me: "Are you ok?"

My Love: "I'm sorry, it's just…"

She pauses, and I feel like just rushing over to hug her, to take away the pain that's evident in her eyes, but I knew I had lost that right. So I just waited patiently for her to continue. She walked a bit in the room.

My Love: "You know, it takes time. You can't just have coffee and expect…"

Here, I interrupted her. We had coffee earlier in the day, but I didn't expect us to jump in bed immediately, so I wanted to calm her, to make her understand, so I said simply:

"I know."

My Love: "There's just so much to work through. Trust has to be built again, on both sides."

I felt like a knife was swirling in my stomach and in my heart. I felt, and I still feel guilty, as I should. After all, I did violate her mind, twice. And I'll spend my whole life showing her how sorry I am for treating her like that. For falling in the darkness and loosing her, my light. She continued talking though, and didn't tell me that she never wanted to see me again.

My Love: "You have to learn if… if we're even the same people we were, if we can still fit in each other's lives. It's a long important process and…"

She paused, and I thought 'This is it, this is the one sentence that's gonna kill me. She's gonna say: "I don't think I can do it." Or something like that.' I braced myself.

My Love: "Can we just skip it? Can you… can you just be kissing me now?"

I thought I imagined that last part for a few second until I looked deeper in her eyes and saw that I was not going insane, and that this was my second chance. I saw the longing in her eyes. Yes, my Tara's full of surprises.

I felt a smile starting to form on my lips, and I got up. We just ran into each other's arms, our lips finding each other's instinctively. I felt her tongue in my mouth, her hands caressing my cheek, the other my back. My own hands were on the back of her neck, stroking her hair, the other one urging her forward. Our tongues met, and swirled around each other in the warm wetness of my mouth. She tangled her hand in my hair and pulled me even closer. She sucked at my lower lip, and I was holding on to her, as if she was gonna be just a dream. But no dream was like this.

She thrust her tongue in my mouth again, and I caught it between my teeth lightly, sucking at the tip voraciously, like a sweet too long forbidden. She moaned against my lips, and I released her tongue to drink deeper from her. Our tongue clashed against each other, the need and the want unbearable. Our bodies were scorching, I needed her, right then, and what filled me even more with love is that I knew, I felt, that she needed me too.

I needed skin, I wanted more, and by the way she was pulling at my top, it was reciprocal. Oxygen was becoming an issue but neither of us wanted to break the kiss, the kiss that healed and promised soo many things. I felt light-headed, and I already knew I was primed for action. We had been apart too long, and our bodies were overeager to find the missing pieces again. They wanted to be complete.

Reluctantly, I broke the kiss and gazed at her flushed cheeks, her smoky eyes, her mouth, reddened and wet by the kiss. I needed to tell her soo much. We pressed our foreheads together, and I looked deeply in her eyes, catching my breath before going on.

"Tara, I'm just, I'm soo sorry. I promise I'll never hurt you like that again. I've kicked magic for good, and I'm never going back to that. Baby? Are you giving me a second chance?" I asked, needing to be reassured.

Tara smiled, her watery eyes mirroring mine.

"Willow, I know you've kicked magic. I know what you went through. Dawnie and Buffy told me. And yes, this is your second chance. But, you have to know, this is also your last. Willow if you ever…"

I silenced her with a finger on her lips, and swore:

"Never. I'll never risk losing you again."

She smiled and kissed my finger.

"We have a lot to talk about sweetie, but tonight, our bodies need to start healing. We'll talk tomorrow. But now, I wanna make love honey." Tara said, moving closer to me.

I simply nodded and leaned closer, our lips an inch away and advancing slowly. I could feel her breath on my lips, and by the hungry look in her eye, I knew she could feel mine on hers. Just as her lips grazed mine, my brain kicked in, and I pulled away, leaving her embrace. She looked at me, slightly hurt.

"No, no honey. I want this, but I also need the door to be closed, you know?" I replied smiling.

The hurt look on her face changed to a Tara-grin, and I suddenly forgot why I wasn't kissing her. I could hear music coming from Dawn's room and I remembered. I went to the door and took down the dress that was hanging there. As I did so, I realized that that was the dress I was wearing when we last made love, so many months ago. I felt a pang of guilt again, but I knew I had a second chance. Things were looking up. I laid the dress on a chair, smiling, closed and locked the door. I turned back to Tara, and I knew she was thinking of that love-filled afternoon when we left the Magic Box and research to go home. I'll never forget the way she sang to me, and the way we made love afterwards. It was truly magical, and not only because of the singing spell we were under.

But of course, it was a bitter-sweet time, for she knew later about my first deceit. I vowed to myself to make this night the most special night ever, to make her know and feel how much I loved her. I went to her, and she smiled at me. We wrapped our arms around each other again, and we leaned ever so slowly towards each other. Once again, our breaths were intermingling, my lips were tingling with anticipation. Our lips were now almost touching, and I unconsciously licked my lips the instant she did. Our tongue collided, and we both dove into the kiss, our hands grasping at the other blindly, trying to pull each other closer. I lifted my hands to her leather coat, and while my tongue was swirling against hers, I slipped it off her shoulders. Her hands left my body as she shrugged the piece of clothing off. Her hands resumed their frenzy path, gliding under my shirt to the naked skin of my back. I moaned against her mouth as she sucked on my tongue deeply. Slowly, my hands crept under her own shirt to the warm skin of her stomach. They glided over to her satin-covered breasts and felt her nipples harden immediately under my touch. She reached the clasp of my bra and pulled it free. The shirt's material was now bunched up under my armpits. The kiss waxed as she pulled back slightly, motioning wordlessly to take let me let her my shirt off. We broke apart just to take each other's shirts off. We dove back in our warm heaven, drinking from each other deeply. My own hands found her bra's front clasp, and I undid it. I pushed black satin bra off. My hands found her erect nipples, and I rubbed my thumbs on them, the rough pads of my fingers making the nipples harden even more.

Her own hands found my backside and she kneaded the flesh before pulling me closer. We broke the kiss, gasping for air, red-faced and wanting, our eyes clouded with passion and unfulfilled desire. We pressed once again our foreheads together and we started wordlessly pawing at the rest of the clothing we both wore. My hands found the zipper of her skirt and undid it as she tried to kick off her shoes. Army boots can't be kicked off. I knelt down and untied them before slipping first the one, then the other from her elegant feet. Her skirt pooled around her legs, and I watched her body, transfixed as I made my journey back to my original standing position.

'She is my curvaceous goddess. And as a goddess she shall be treated' I thought to myself. I would worship every single portion of her body tonight, from her feet to her muscular calves, to her hips, to her mound now clad only in a small satin and lace slip, to her warm stomach, to her beautiful rounded breasts, to her shoulder, arms, hands, to her neck, and her ears and her beautifully sculpted face. I faced her again as she undid the button and zipper of my own skirt, that fell at my feet. She pulled down my baby blue pantyhose, and I was too now clad in nothing more than my undies. She pulled them down, and I did the same to her. My knees felt weak as I smelled our combined arousal. I took her hand, her precious hand with those graceful slender fingers, and led her to bed. I pushed away my book and laid her down on her side before settling down at her side. We started kissing again, our lips and tongues rediscovering all that was lost, and all that was to be found again. My hand slowly started caressing her side, headed for her rounded breasts, and I felt the same from her. I felt my wetness starting to dribble down my thighs. I hooked one of my legs between her own, feeling her pooling wetness on the scorching skin of my-

My hand slowly started caressing her side, headed for her rounded breasts, and I felt the same from her. I felt my wetness starting to dribble down my thighs. I hooked one of my legs between her own, feeling her pooling wetness on the scorching skin of my thigh and I turned a bit, so that I was now straddling her. My hand finally reached its destination, and I started loving one of her breasts. I massaged the orb with my hand, lightly grazing her nipple with my thumb. As a hand stayed there, I pushed the other one onto the bed near my lover's head for leverage. I kissed her again, our tongues dancing to the familiar beat of our hearts. I broke away, and lost myself in her smoldering blue eyes. I kissed down her jaw line, licking her chin in the process. I found a sensitive spot behind her ear, and I sucked it, causing her to gasp. I licked her neck down to her collarbone and back up again, as my doppelganger had once done to me. I licked and nibbled at her pulse point, and after swirling my tongue around it, I sucked the flesh there, as Tara brought her hands from my ass to the back of my head, urging me on. Her fingers lightly massaging my scalp felt like heaven. I was lost in her long creamy neck. When I was satisfied by the mark I left there, I kissed it and moved on. I had a journey to make, and I started kissing her sternum before I arrived at her breasts. I kneaded the flesh, her nipples were little cherries begging to licked, sucked, nibbled on. Being the breast gal I am, I happily complied, bending down to lightly kiss one while my hand was massaging the other. I licked it, nibbled at it, and as Tara arched her back, I engulfed it in my mouth, taking in as much as I could. I held on and flicked my tongue on the aroused nub. She moaned softly. I let go and this time drew the nipple only in my mouth. I sucked lightly, with increasing speed and I felt her shudder beneath me. I knew Tara came often just from making love to her sensitive breasts, so I switched breasts, slowing the caresses. I started a slow rocking motion, my clit rubbing on her thigh, and hers on mine. I started sucking her nipple rhythmically, keeping with the motion of our hips. My free hand strayed to her neglected breast, pinching the saliva-coated nipple between my fingers. Her moans were driving me crazy with desire. Her nails glided against the smooth skin of my back to my shoulders, making me shiver with arousal. She cupped my face and pulled me back for a deep searching kiss. She kissed me urgently, her slender fingers now teasing my own breasts. She rubbed my nipples in circles with her thumbs, and they hardened instantly. I moaned louder, arrows of passion driving into my already blazing core. She broke the kiss and ducked her head, marking my neck as I marked hers. She placed feather-light kisses from my sternum to my breasts and I arched my back, urging her on. She kissed and licked both of my nipples.

"Oh God…dessss!" I moaned when she started sucking on my nipple hard and rocking harder against me.

I propped myself on my left arm, keeping me elevated, and snaked my hand towards her center. I brushed my hand over her wet curls, and she bucked her hips, looking for contact, as her breathing got ragged on my moist chest. I groaned as I slid my middle finger in her wet channel, feeling the warmth and wetness of her. She pulled me down for a hot, passionate kiss. Our tongues dueling only added to our excitement and our wetness. The sweet, musky smell of our arousals filled the room. Her hand found my erect clit and rubbed it slowly, taking my breath away, but giving me life. We broke the kiss when I flicked my thumb on her hard nub, and we were gasping for breath. We pressed our foreheads together, our breaths intermingling. Our gazes were locked on each other's eyes. I looked deeply into the blue pools of swirling desire, as dark as the night's sea.

"I love you Tara. So much." I whispered to her.

"I love you too Willow, I missed you." she murmured back.

"So much." I agreed.

My middle finger was now at her entrance, ready to dip into her molten abyss.

"Willow, wait. Please." she murmured against my lips.

I stopped my movements and looked into her eyes.

"Together." she said simply.

"Always." I swore.

I rolled off of her slightly until we were both on our sides, facing each other. Slowly, I started pushing my finger inside her as she pushed a finger into me, testing each other. We both moaned and stilled for a moment to reacquaint ourselves with the feeling of being inside each other.

"Eyes…"

"open…" she finished for me.

We both started a smooth in-out-rub motion that glided perfectly with our rocking hips' rhythm. I felt around in her and slowly pulled out completely before adding two fingers, filling her completely. She moaned and rocked harder as she mirrored my move, having three fingers pumping into me slowly. Soon, it wasn't enough.

"Harder." I gasped out.

"Oh yes." She replied as breathlessly.

We both pumped harder, reaching deeper. The rocking motion made our naked breasts rub up against each other, and our parted lips brush together. I stuck my tongue out and our movement made me lick her parted lips. She took my lead and stuck her tongue out too, our tongues clashing on the outside of our mouths, waxing and waning against each other. Our moans, groans and grunts were getting louder as we rose to our peaks. We both curved our fingers and found each other's sweet spots, our thumbs never ceasing their movements. Our hips lost the smooth rhythm as I felt her inner muscles begin to clench and spasm around my fingers. I was on the edge, and I could see on her eyes that she was there, with me.

"I… love… you." I gasped out.

"MMM … too."

With one last deep thrust, we fell into bliss, screaming out each other's name in release. We rode off each other's orgasms as well as we could, our hands shaking. As we both returned to reality, I leaned over and pressed my lips to hers, kissing her softly, pouring all the emotions I couldn't express into that kiss. We pulled out slowly, each of us earning a little whimper. She brought her wet, sticky fingers to her mouth, licking them clean and enjoying the taste so long denied. I did the same and my taste buds exploded around my fingers. She was sweet and syrupy like honey. Her taste had haunted my mouth in my dreams, and it was now a reality again. We wrapped our arms around each other, hugging. We stayed like that for a while, thinking that if we let go, it'd be just a dream. But no dreams equaled this. Soft whispers conveyed love, passionate and never-ending. She forgave me for my stupid actions, but I can't forgive myself, and I promised to show her every day from now on how sorry I was. I looked at my watch and found it was three thirty in the morning. Still early. We started kissing again, hands caressing, fingers stroking, as we lost ourselves into a night filled with love, lust, forgiveness and promises.

When night became morning, we talked a bit about Buffy, and Tara told me that Buffy has been sleeping with Spike. I was shocked, even though last night's video of Spike and Anya kinda showed Buffy's hurt. I got up to look for her, and instead found Dawn. I was trying to explain what happened with Spike, even though I couldn't grasp it very well, when Tara came looking for me, clad in a sheet. Dawnie was ecstatic for us. We were a family again.

Now, Tara is taking a long shower, and it's taking forever, so I'm about to go and look for her. I just slipped on some crème satin sheets on the bed (winknudgewink) and got dressed. But before I go, here's a poem I thought of just now. I hope My Love will like it.

I love you Tara Maclay. Always.

Your Willow.

I can't believe all that's happened these last days. I know this is supposed to be our sex journal, but I needed to record the story somewhere, and it seemed appropriate. The first part was great, but then, everything fell apart in a way. It was the third day since I came back to Willow when tragedy struck.

Buffy found the evil Trio last night and smashed Warren's power balls. But he got away. She did catch Jonathan and the blonde guy, and they're in prison right now. But Warren got away, and we didn't think he'd try to kill Buffy.

We were upstairs in our room, getting dressed after almost three days of staying pretty much in bed. I remember every word Willow said that morning, it was sweet, a new beginning for us. We teased each other about being dressed, and we kissed, a sweet loving kiss. We then hugged, and I saw Xander outside. He and Buffy were talking about their fight. Everything was right in my world again. I had Willow, my family was getting back together, except for Anya, everything was pretty much perfect. That is until Warren decided to ruin it all.

We were just standing there, in our room, near the window, talking about Xander and Buffy, and me moving back when we heard Warren and the first shot. Warren's words will forever be etched to my mind.

"You think you can just do that to me? That I'd let you get away with it? Think again!"

Willow pushed me down as we heard the four other bullets, all making their way to the side of the house.

"Oh my goddess, what the heck was that!" Willow said, getting up slowly and looking through the window.

I got up too and raced to her when I saw her face pale.

'I don't like this, this can't be happening. This is such a great day for all of us! This isn't happening!' I kept saying in my head over and over.

I looked outside and saw Buffy lying on the ground, blood spluttering through her sweat shirt with Xander by her side, his face chalk white, trying to make her reply. I felt dizzy, and I looked at Willow for support.

Willow's eyes were watery, but her resolve face was on. She looked at me, and I nodded, and we ran downstairs. She grabbed the phone on her way out and quickly dialed 911. She explained everything to the person she was talking with, and hung up, telling me the ambulance was on its way. We went outside, and I looked at Buffy.

Her eyes were unfocused, and she was loosing a lot of blood. Looking at the wound, I found that it was on her shoulder, and that her unfocused look was probably from the blood waste. The bullet couldn't have hit a major organ.

Xander looked at me, his eyes pleading.

"Tara, do you think you can do something? Anything, maybe get the bullet out?"

I looked at Willow who was trying to talk to Buffy through her tears. Yet, I couldn't lie.

"Xander, I don't know in what angle the bullet is. It looks like it didn't hit any vital organs, but if I try to get it out, if I'm strong enough that is, I could tear more tissues. We just have to wait a few minutes. And pray."

Willow looked at me, her eyes wet.

"Tara's right. We have to wait."

A few minutes later, the ambulance came. They took Buffy with them, and Willow rode with them as Xander and I followed in his car. We called Dawn from Xander's cell phone and told her to join us at the hospital.

We arrived there and found Willow crying in the small waiting room, 'The Scooby lounge' I thought. I went to her and wrapped my arms around her. The three of us waited impatiently until we were joined by Dawn who flew into my arms. I explained everything to her the best I could, and she sat down, numb. 'Once a year, this little girl goes through some kind of shock that completely shakes her. She's so young, but she's seen so much.' I thought.

So we waited. In silence. That is until Dawnie realized what was happening and started to cry. I sat next to her, with Willow on the other side and we tried our best to comfort her. After a while, she stopped crying and looked at us with a look of complete love.

"I love you guys. You're like my surrogate parents. I don't know what I'd do without you by my side. The world we live in is soo dangerous, and you guys, all of you," she said, looking at Xander, "are the one stable thing in my life. I don't know what I did to deserve you." She turned and, to my surprise and to Willow's, she hugged her, tightly, never wanting to let go. Willow was shaken up at first, clearly not expecting it, but then, she relaxed, putting her arms around Dawn.

My first reaction at Dawnie's speech was 'When did she grow up?'. And then I understood. She grew up when no one was looking, quietly.

Willow's smile was beaming. She knew that now, she was truly forgiven. The reunion was cut short when a doctor came over to us.

"Excuse me, Miss Rosenberg?"

Willow jumped up. "Yeah, that's me."

"Good." she said smiling. "You can all be reassured, Buffy is fine."

Those three words made us all sigh in relief.

"The bullet didn't touch any vital organs, and everything is just fine. She's gonna need a few days of resting, but everything is fine. She should wake up any minute now. You can take her home later tonight. We just need to keep her in observation for a few hours. How does that sound?"

We all got up and hugged her. She was surprised, but she laughed and told us to follow her into Buffy's room. We thanked her again, and she left.

Buffy woke up after a while. She was still weak, but she was healing fast. She asked us to call Giles and let him know. We did. He said he'd be on the first plane over. Later in the day, we signed the release papers and went home.

Having put Buffy in her room to rest, with Dawn staying with her, Xander, Willow and I decided that it was better for us to stay together. Willow called out for dinner, and as I was sitting with Xander, I noticed how fidgety he was. I felt the anxiety drip out of him. He was nervous and half-scared to death.

I looked at him straight in the eye and smiled. I was using some of my empathic power to soothe him. Like that time when Joyce had died and he smashed his hand in the wall of Willow's dorm room, he smiled at me. I felt the anxiety leave him and peace take over. He had reached a decision.

"I'm gonna go talk to Anya and tell her to come here. We should stay together." And with that, he got up from his seat and went to the door.

He stopped before going out and came back, hugging me. Now, that really surprised me. Xander had never hugged me. Yet, it felt safe, and I felt what he felt for me. I was a sister to him. It felt so nice, and good, and I felt a tear trickle down my cheek. I was now sure that my family loved me. Sure, I had known that, but this hug proved it. After all I had suffered from my real brother, I longed for this, to be loved by Willow's best friend. He pulled back and smiled, brushing my tears off.

"Thanks for everything, dear sister of mine." he said giving me a kiss on the forehead. He smiled and left.

Willow came back into the room, and seeing my tear-streaked face, took me in her arms.

"What is it Baby? What's wrong? And where's Xander?" she said, looking around.

"Xander loves me."

"Of course he does, we all do, but I love you more baby. Where is he by the way?"

"He left to get Anya. I think they're gonna start working it out." I said, pulling back and sniffling.

"He left alone at night? What was he thinking? Oh, Right, he wasn't. I just hope everything is okay." Willow said, brushing away my tears, her hands cupping my face.

She leaned closer and pressed her lips to mine, gently brushing them together in a soothing way. I wrapped my arms tighter around her, and I kissed her back, parting my lips slowly to allow my tongue to sneak out and lightly trace her lower lip. She parted her lips, and allowed my tongue to creep into the velvety depth of her mouth. Slowly, our tongue touched. The contact was smooth, silken. My tongue glided against hers, lost in the haze that was quickly dissipating the room from my mind. The kiss was gentle, soothing, sensual and tender. No one moved to push it into passion and desire, both content on staying there, kissing. I heard someone clearing his throat and slowly guided my tongue back to my own mouth, not wanting to break the kiss. Our lips parted, feeling the loss, but we turned around and looked at Buffy who was standing there, a big smile on her face. We both pulled apart and walked over to her.

"Buffy, how are you?" Willow asked, my embarrassment at being caught kissing Willow not letting me talk yet.

Buffy just looked at me and smiled.

"I'm fine Willow. And Tara, don't be shy, we're all family, it's nothing to be embarrassed of. Watching you two makes me realize that true love does exist. Never shy away from showing it in public. Or at least in front of us. Got that big sister?"

I looked into her green eyes and smiled, once again thankful for the way they showed me their love. Buffy and I hadn't been great friends when I was dating Willow, but we became good friends when we broke up. It's ironic really.

"How's the shoulder?" I asked her.

"You were right." she replied smiling.

"About what?" Willow replied, confused, as I was.

"It didn't hit the vital organs, and I was just out of it from shock and blood loss. I'm good actually. Kinda hungry though. What do we have to cure the munchies?" she asked as she made her way into the kitchen.

"I just ordered some pizza. Xander and Anya should be here soon. Tara, him and I decided it'd be safer for us to stay together. Where's Dawn?"

"Right here." Dawn said, coming into the kitchen and plumping down in a chair.

We all sat and waited, chatting about plans. I told Buffy that Giles should be here tomorrow and she smiled gratefully. After a while, the door rang and Willow came back with pizza and Xander and Anya. They looked both uncomfortable, undoubtedly so, but they were standing near each other, and by the grin Xander had on his face, they talked things through. And they were starting over. We all ate in cheerfulness, the day's events seeming to be forgotten. Suddenly, someone knocked at the back door.

And the mood shifted. Everyone backed away from the door.

"Hey Buffy, it's Clem."

Buffy sighed in relief and opened the door to the pudgy demon. He came in and looked at her.

"Hey Clem."

"Buffy, I heard what happened. I just came along to check out if you were okay."

"Oh, I'm fine Clem, you know, just hurt a little, but it's okay now. I never got shot before, so it was weird. Usually, they use swords, you know that kind of thing. I guess times change." she replied smiling to the gentle demon.

"Oh, well some of the guys saw the guy who shot you, I think his name is Warren, at Willy's."

"When…" Xander's words were stopped short when Warren shot Clem.

The bullet went through his leg and the gentle demon fell to his knees, howling in pain. I wanted to go forward and grab him, but Willow wouldn't let me go. Warren approached the house, and my mind wasn't working as fast as I wanted it to. I knew that without the gun, we had a chance to take him, but with it, we were pretty much dead. All of us.

"I told you you weren't gonna get away with it! I told you!" he yelled, walking forward and waving the arm that held the gun above his head.

Magic was pretty much our last resort, and I knew Willow couldn't do anything. But I didn't have enough power to fight him on my own. Well, not really fight, but at least get the gun. Or toss it somewhere. I called to the Goddess for help and within seconds I had a reply. My skin was buzzing with magic. Warren was about ten feet from us now, and I had to act fast.

"Dissolvo glaciem!" I yelled, which means to melt the iron.

Warren yelped as an energy bolt shot out of my hand and melted the gun. I thanked the Goddess. Warren tried to pry to metal off of his hand but couldn't. Buffy took the chance to tackle him to the ground and knock him out in the process. I looked around and found all eyes on me. It was weird to be the subject of all that attention. The love and adoration I saw in Willow's eyes made me feel all fuzzy inside. I looked down, my hair hiding my face. But Willow wouldn't let me. She put her fingers under my chin and raised my face, kissing me softly. I smiled at her.

Buffy called me over.

"Do you think you could maybe wrap his powers?"

"It's bind his powers." Dawn huffed.

"Fine whatever."

"I couldn't, I'm not strong enough. And Willow doesn't do magic anymore." I replied sincerely.

"I can do it."

Everyone turned to Anya.

"Oh, I forgot to tell you that I'm a vengeance demon again. I have some magic inside of me."

Xander looked hurt, but she shot him a look that meant later. She orbed to the magic box and grabbed the ingredients and came back. We did the spell and we bound Warren's powers. Then, of course, we called the police. They took him away. We were all pretty relieved. We tried to take care of Clem, but he wouldn't let us. He just let me put a bandage on the wound and said he'd go to their witch doctor or something. Really confused me.

It was yet another end to another day on the Hellmouth.

Today, the police called us in to tell them what happened. Of course, we left out the whole magic, demon-getting-shot part. But I guess Warren didn't, because he was sent to a big prison for the insane or something. My opinions are mixed on that, and on Warren. On one hand, I wanna feel sorry for him, feel sorry for the loneliness that drove him to such a stupid act. And on the other hand, he did injure a member of our family. I don't know what to think, so I won't think about him.

Also today, Xander and Anya had a date. I don't know how it went, but I have a feeling everything's gonna be alright. Mister Giles came back, and fussed over Buffy. It was good to see him again. Xander helped me move my stuff back here this morning. More like they all helped, except Buffy because of her shoulder. And Anya because she needed to keep the shop open. I know she may look like she doesn't care, but I know she does. I'm glad her and Xander worked things out.

Now, I'm laying here in bed, waiting for Willow to join me. Goddess, how I love her. Everyday, after all that we endure, we find each other, and that's what makes my life complete.

I love you Willow, Eternally,

Tara

Today, as I opened my eyes, the first instinct I had was to look at Tara's sleeping form. It has been two weeks since we got back together. I reached out to wake her up, but the smile she had on her face made me stop. She looked serene and practically glowing. My face broke into a smile while my head babbled away at how lucky I was to have her in my life.

'Or by my side, or on top of me, or under me, her body writhing, and sweating and rocking, and her teeth biting her bottom lip to not cry out too loud when she comes, those lips and tongue, doing the greatest things ever! And Oh My God, I'm a pervert! I can't even look at her without getting these images in my head!'

I told my libido to hush, which was pretty hard to do. I looked outside, and I saw the light streaming into the room, bathing us in it's warm glow. I entangled myself from her, receiving a groan. I stood up.

"Willow?" Tara whispered, her voice scratchy and full of sleep, her hand searching for my body.

'What did I do to be so lucky to find this woman? Twice, might I add! Yup, because I screwed things up, and I'm gonna make it up to her. Every single day of my life!'

I went to her side and pressed a soft kiss on her forehead. The pout that was forming evened out, and the smile that was there reappeared.

"I'm right here baby, go back to sleep." I whispered to her, and she fell back into dream-land.

My face ached from me smiling so much. My world is back where it should be, and everything is back to normal. I went to the window and look at the clear sky. The sun was shining and no clouds obscured the blue expanse, it's color close to my lover's. It was going to be a beautiful day. And right then and then, an idea popped into my head.

'I'm gonna spoil my girl! Darn Tootin' I am!'

I made my way downstairs and fixed my girl breakfast. Usually, she got up before me, but I wore her out last night.

Sex had always been good between us, surprisingly so, since I was Tara's first and only, and she was the first girl I ever made love to. It started going downhill after the whole Glory mess. I guess I had so many things to think about and to do that at night I was sometimes too tired to even kiss her. The summer when Buffy died, the second time, I can now see that I was pushed down by the weight of everything that fell on me. Tara and I talked about it all. But, I digress, this journal is for sex and should remain so, unless of course, something major comes over.

Anyways, since we got back together, making love has been incredible. It's not sex anymore. Even when we come hard and fast, we still feel a completeness, a peace we never reached before. Maybe it's because we now know what it feels like to lose the other. Our bond is unbreakable now. The intensity of our love-making leaves me speechless, and that's saying a lot for me. So, of course, as we want to taste our bond a lot, we've been going at it like bunnies. Maybe we're just making up for lost time, but whatever the cause, I'm not complaining. No Siree! No complaints here.

Having fixed Tara breakfast, I almost ran into Buffy, who was rubbing the sleep from her eyes and trying to walk at the same time. I was putting the last touches on the platter and Buffy poured some coffee for herself, her hair tousled and looking pretty peeved.

"Morning Buffy." I said to her, trying to cheer her up.

'NOTE TO SELF: Don't try to cheer up a pissed off Slayer who looks like she had a tough night. Especially when she just woke up and hadn't had her morning coffee yet.'

She glared at me and I asked her if she thought the whole group could just unwind for a day and go to a picnic in a secluded part of the woods, near the campus. She asked me if we had to bake anything and if she had to do anything, like moving around. I told her she just needed to call the others, and to leave the rest to me. She agreed without hesitation. Smiling, I made my way upstairs, to my girl. In the stair way, I glanced at Dawn, who was making her way down. She agreed to the picnic and also greed to help me with everything. It was still early, but picnic planning isn't something light, well, not for me anyway.

I opened the door to our room and went in, looking at my beautiful girlfriend. I was awestruck. The morning light cradled her face like a halo was hung over her head, which in my opinion is. I shook myself out my reverie, reminded myself of the short time I had to get everything ready. I went to her and whispered in her ear after placing the platter on the floor beside me.

"My Love, breakfast is here. Open your eyes for me."

Her eyes flittered open and my green eyes locked on her baby blues. She smiled, her features softened from sleep. She smiled and my heart started dancing in my ribcage. I kissed her softly on the lips, and she kissed me back. I broke away and placed the platter on her lap once she propped herself on the headboard. She dug in the food as I tried to make a discreet disappearance act. Didn't work. I had to explain to her three times that I was planning something for her to let me leave the room.

I won't say here how I pulled it off, just that Dawn's help was precious. We pulled it off! I took my shower and dressed quickly, before I had to dash outside with Dawn to finish what I was planning. I came back and it was about noon. Xander and Anya had just arrived and we set off for our day's activities.

We stopped the cars near the bridge where Tara started serenading me and we started walking, all of us except for Dawn. She had agreed to stay there while I picked them up. We walked more into the woods and found the beautiful clearing not many people knew about. Dawn and I had placed a big burgundy blanket on the ground, and the food was piled on it, as well as some games and stuff to keep ourselves busy. Dawn grinned, her teeth threatening to pop out with pride. She was happy I chose her. Tara was also proud, but proud of me. She leaned over and stopped before our lips met.

"It's perfect Willow, like us." she said before pulling me in a soft sensual kiss.

"Nothing's too good for my girl." I replied when we parted, smiling at her.

She had been loosening up for a while now, she didn't blush that much when we kissed in public, and her stutter almost left her completely. We are happy.

We sat down, the whole Scooby brigade, and started eating. After the food was gone, we all settled down comfortably, me against a tree with Tara between my legs. I circled her waist with my arms and raised my knees a little, making a comfortable cocoon. I propped my chin on her shoulder, smelling her perfume coming from the warmth of her neck. She started turning her head around and I looked around, making sure no one was watching us. Dawn and Buffy were sleeping, Dawn's head on Buffy's stomach. They were both snoring lightly. Xander and Anya were also sleeping, Anya resting between Xander's legs, pretty much like we were. Xander's mouth was open, and a little drool was seeping out.

Tara's lips brushed my cheek in her effort to kiss me and I moved slightly to the side to kiss her. Our lips brushed at first, and for a second, the rest of the world ceased to exist. My eyes were locked on hers as I parted my lips and ran my tongue lightly between her lips, coaxing them to open for me. Tara did just that. My tongue snaked into her mouth, and met hers in a heated duel while our eyes remained locked. No one wanted to close them, not now. She tilted her head slightly, so that I could drink deeper from her. I could taste the zest of the juice she was drinking earlier, and it made me want more, so much more. As I started to retract my tongue, she caught the tip of it and sucked it lightly, building a rhythm as the suctions became more urgent. I felt heat spread all over my body, as if Tara was the sun. I could feel the heat radiating from her and it only fueled my desire more. I wanted her, I wanted to taste her, to feel her release and taste it. Our tongues started clashing again as my hand sneaked it's way under Tara's shirt to find her cotton-clad breast. I rubbed my palm on it, coaxing the nipple to swell and stiffen.

"More…" she moaned against my mouth.

Her moan vibrated against my lips and went directly to my scorching center. I broke the kiss and she looked at me questioningly.

"Not here. Let's go deeper in the forest, no one will find us."

She nodded and got up. I pulled a piece of paper and a pen and quickly scribbled a hasty note in case the rest of the Gang would come looking for us.

She leaned back down and started to lick and kiss my neck as I tried to write. Finally, the note was written, and we flew to our feet, hand in hand as we made our way deeper into the woods.

I remembered that after we broke up, I came here often to find some peace. I remember finding a special spot, where no one would interrupt us. Finally, the smaller clearing leading to the small rock quarry came in view. It wasn't so much a rock quarry as just a few boulders. But I digress.

As soon as we found the quarry, we settled against one of the said boulders, one that was hidden from view. Tara may have loosened up, but neither one of us wants to give a free public show. She shoved me against the boulder and started kissing me deeply, hungrily. My hands went around her back and under her shirt , tracing my fingernails lazily in unknown pattern on the soft skin of her back. We were both completely turned on, both of us having missed our morning ritual, which consisted of a 'quickie' before getting up. Her fingers found my breasts over my shirt and she squeezed them. I threw my head back and moaned. But my Tara didn't tease me. She left my lips quickly and knelt down, unzipping my jeans and taking them off along with my underwear and sneakers. The light breeze touched my erect clit and I shuddered as she grabbed my left leg and put it over her shoulder. I gripped her shoulders for leverage and she opened my outer lips with her fingers before she dived in, licking once at the length of my soaked pussy.

I was in heaven. And heaven had a name: Tara.

Quickly she licked my clit lightly, her tongue barely touching it and I bucked my hips for more contact. She took the cue and licked the erect clit before pulling it in her mouth. I started thrusting my hips in rhythm with her suction. My moans turned into grunts. One of her arms sneaked up and grabbed my naked breast under my shirt, squeezing it whole before turning her attention to my nipple. Her hand moved down again and I felt her leave my clit. I was about to mouth a protest when I felt her tongue tease my opening and her fingers rub my hard nub. I felt my orgasm approaching, felt t in my stomach, and my right hand left her shoulder to rest at the back of her head. She understood me and thrust her tongue inside me.

In. Out. In. Out.

Soon, I was on the edge, and she changed positions, her mouth and tongue on my clit as she entered me with two strong fingers. I came instantly, moaning out her name. She continued licking me, and I was pretty sure she didn't leave a drop while I rebuilt some composure. My leg left her shoulder, and I raised her until she was standing in front of me. I kissed her ravenously, tasting myself on her tongue. I quickly turned us and she was against the boulder now. I ran my hands down her sides before pulling up her skirt's hem and pushed it through the waistband. I found her throbbing clit under her slip and rubbed it as my tongue ravished her mouth. We both moaned, and soon, I couldn't understand who was moaning.

I pushed her slip down and threw it on he pile that consisted of my jeans, underwear and sneakers. I moved down her body, kneading her breasts as I knelt down and mimicked her earlier pose, her right leg on my shoulder. I quickly inserted two fingers in her well, and she bucked her hips. Her clit practically begged for attention and I nuzzled, licked, nipped and finally, when she was on the edge, pulled it in my mouth and sucked it deeply, my fingers never ceasing their motion. She came hard, her release flooding my senses, her inner muscles squeezing my fingers. I tipped my tongue and licked all the juice that I could. As her shudders subsisted, I slowly withdrew my fingers and came back up her body. I kissed her, letting her taste herself this time. 'Turn around's about fair play' I thought to myself. We broke the kiss and pressed our foreheads together, looking into each other's eyes and breathing raggedly.

"I love you Willow."

"I love you too baby."

We kissed a few more times before we got dressed and headed back to the clearing, where the rest of the Gang was resting.

As we got there, we heard Anya yelling at Xander.

"They snuck away to have orgasms! Xander, why can't we do that?" she shrieked.

I looked at Tara and giggled.

"Hello! What don't you understand about "young ears in the room"! Um, clearing!" Buffy yelled back.

"Buffy, I'm sixteen, I know that Tara and Willow make love! Stop treating me like a kid!" Dawn shouted back.

"Okay, hold it! Hold it!" we heard Xander yell. "Let's just forget this is happening. Ahn, we'll go home later. Buffy, Dawn isn't ten. She can get it. And it's not like Willow and Tara are all quiet when they go at it."

I looked at Tara and grinned, and her eyes sent back my mirth. We finally stepped in the clearing, hand in hand.

"Quiet about what?" I asked innocently.

They fell over each other giving explanations. When they quieted down, Anya spoke up.

"You two were having hot, sweaty lesbian sex, weren't you?"

We looked at each other and smiled.

"Actually, we found a beautiful rock quarry. We just took a walk, it's not like we do it whenever we're alone." Tara's words quieted them. I was doing my best to hold in my laughter.

We packed and left the clearing in silence. Anya and Xander were behind us.

"I know they left to have sex! I know it! My sexdar is never wrong!" she whispered loudly in Xander's ear.

I burst out laughing, not able to contain myself anymore. Anya, even though we don't exactly love each other, cracks me up sometimes. I guess it depends on my mood.

'She's really lovable in her unique, Anya-esque way.'

Tara smiled at me and we left for home, where we made love all night, as we usually do.

It was yet another perfect day with my love. My lover. My loved one. My Tara.

Today, me and Willow were just sitting in the back of the magic box, kissing on the little couch there when Buffy marched over to us.

"I need help!" she whined.

I quickly untangled myself from Willow and pushed my shirt back to it's place. I may have loosened up some about showing my affection for Willow in public, but I didn't want to give a free peek. Anyway, Willow asked her what was wrong, and she replied that she had a date.

"Buffy! That's great! Wait, what do you need our help for?" Willow asked her, her smile becoming a pout as she thought things through in that brain of hers. I love Willow-brain. And Willow-body. Ok, fine, I love Willow. Finally, Willow's pout became a frown.

"No Buffy. We are not double-dating with you! Nu uhn!"

Buffy's face changed into a full blown slayer pout in my direction, and Willow turned to me, also pouting. If I wasn't in such a bad situation, I would've laughed. Buffy added the puppy-eyes, and soon Willow added them too. I was torn. Finally I decided.

"Okay, both of you just stop."

Their faces became the picture of innocence, and this time I did laugh.

"Buffy, what do you plan on doing on this said date?"

"Well, it's dinner and a movie and maybe the Bronze later on if all goes well. Come on guys, it's my first date in a long time. Oh, and he's human."

I looked at Willow and leaned towards her, whispering in her ear.

"If we go, we can skip the Bronze if you want. You choose, but you'll have to know I'll reward you for being a good girl."

Willow looked at me, her eyes already glazed over at the prospect. She looked at Buffy and nodded vigorously. Buffy squealed and hugged us. And so we went home to get ready.

At seven-thirty, the doorbell rang and Willow went downstairs to open the door. She ushered the guy in and Buffy made her way downstairs. The guy, who's name is Danny looked at her in awe. He was pretty good looking, with his curly blondish hair, piercing blue eyes and a nice smile. He did look pretty nice, and all I could think was:

'Buffy's not gonna like him. He's not tough enough for her.'

I had noticed that Buffy likes more "badass" guys. Angel, Riley in a way and Spike were more or less bad guys.

Anyways, we set off on this date. And we went to the pizza parlor in town. That's when we saw that he wasn't the little naïve guy after all. He had a strong sense of humor, and he was extremely sarcastic. Which suited Buffy well. We had a nice meal, and we laughed a lot. We then headed out to the movie theatre, and we only found four seats in the back, two seats in front of the other two. Willow dove for the seat in the back and dragged me with her. It was a corner seat in the back row. Which suited me fine.

Buffy and Danny sat down in front of us. After the trailers, the movie started. It was a bloody horror movie, and Danny's eyes were riveted on the screen. By bloody, I mean more like a blood-bath. After a while, I got bored. Really bored. I glanced at Willow who was sulking. She looked at me and leaned over.

"Don't they get that witches don't have warts? And they don't have a green tint?" she whispered in my ear.

Her hot breath on my ear was maddening, and she knew it. I decided it was time for me to pay her back. I looked at Buffy and Danny, who were engrossed in the movie. It was perfect. I slid my hand over to her knee, and she looked at me questioningly. I grinned and she understood. I knew she did because she froze in her seat and looked pointedly at Buffy and Danny. I leaned over and whispered in her ear, biting the lobe gently.

"They won't notice. Stop being such a fuddy-duddy. I wouldn't do it if I didn't know it was safe."

I sucked the lobe in my mouth, and she nodded. I slowly slid up her skirt enough for me to creep my hand in the warmth of her naked thighs. Willow bit her lower lip to stop herself from moaning. I finally reached her wet panties, and pushed slightly, teasing her clit through the fabric. I was surprised when I felt her arm brush against mine. I continued teasing her through her panties when I felt her hand slide between the fabric of my wrap-around skirt. Finally, I felt her hand slowly drawing circles against my inner thigh. I bit my lip too. Our hands were crossed and she pushed slightly against my arm as she pushed aside the fabric of my panties and rubbed my clit. I mirrored her move and instead of rubbing her clit, I entered her molten folds with two fingers. I looked at her and saw her eyes glittering with lust. She too slid two fingers inside me, and I bit harder on my lip, almost causing the skin to break. I glanced over to Buffy and Danny, and they were still concentrated on the movie. She started pushing her arm against mine, making her fingers go deeper into me, and mine into her. She build up a slow rhythm and began rubbing my clit in slow, deliberate circles. I did the same, and we started pumping faster into each other, receiving and giving the same amount of pleasure. I tasted blood in my mouth as I felt my orgasm approach. I bit into my lips too hard, and I finally pierced the skin. I felt lightheaded, and as I felt my inner muscles start to clench around Willow's fingers, I knew I was there. Willow's inner muscles sucked my fingers deeper, and we both came quietly, biting into our lower lips. I closed my eyes and tried to control my breathing, and I felt Willow do the same. She slowly eased her fingers out of my depth, and I did the same. She raised her hand to her lips and licked the digits while looking at me with a sultry smile. I did the same, tasting her slowly on my fingers, her smell making my nostrils twitch with hunger. She leaned over and kissed me so gently, so lovingly it almost brought tears to my eyes. Her hand was caressing my cheek with such tenderness it made my heart sing.

"I love you Tara." she whispered to me as she took my hand and laced her fingers with mine.

"I love you too Willow, so much." I replied.

The movie ended ten minutes later. Danny and Buffy came out grinning, talking about the best parts of the movie while Willow and I walked behind them, in a comfortable silence, our hands nestled together. From time to time, she lifted our entwined hands and kissed mine softly, whispering words of love in my ear. Goddess I love her so much. I don't think I'll ever know enough words to explain it. We got in front of the house, and me and Willow went in, leaving Buffy and Danny to their goodnights. Willow leaned back on the couch, spreading her legs and patting the spot between them. I sat down and leaned on her, her arms coming to rest on my tummy. We just stayed like that for a while until Buffy came in.

"So? Another date?" Willow asked, not moving an inch from her place.

Buffy sat down on the coffee table and faced us, smiling.

"Yep! The day after tomorrow, a picnic."

I was so happy for her. She's been really lonely lately, and she deserves to be loved. I looked at Willow, and saw her smiling too.

"Plus, he kisses like a god!" Buffy said, before getting up and going out on patrol.

After a while, we got up and went upstairs, where I tried to show her by my actions just how much I love her. She truly is my everything. Now, we're just laying in bed, and she's waiting for me to finish my update so she can take me in her arms and make me feel safe.

No words can ever express,

The depth of my love for you.

Each single touch, each single caress,

Tries to show you that I was made to love you.

I love you with all my heart Willow.

Your Tara.

Well, today was Xander and Anya's big day. Well, the second one. After last year's wedding fiasco, we were all kinda nervous. Tara, Buffy, Dawn and I got dressed while Anya waited for us to help her with her dress. Giles was dressing up with Xander, and he wasn't about to let him out of his sight. We also talked Anya into letting the bridesmaids choose their own dresses, as long as they were the same ones. They opted on blush-colored long dresses. The dress's top was low-cut, displaying plenty of skin, and the skirt was flowing. These dresses weren't tight like the last ones we all had to wear for the wedding. But, I got away. I made Xander promise me to let me wear a Marlene Dietrich-y tux, and he did. It matched his in the style, mine being of course more feminine. Anya wore an off-white flowing dress with a long sheer veil. She was, well gorgeous. Xander didn't seem the slightest bit nervous this time, but that must've been because he didn't invite his family. This time, they dramatically cut down the guest list, and there was about 40 people at the wedding, us included. The time came and the ceremony went without a hitch. Xander read his vows in a strong sure voice, and Anya read hers smiling, as she once again talked about sex-poodles. Finally, they were declared Husband and Wife. I walked back with Tara holding my arm. I kept thinking to myself: 'The stupid laws are keeping me from getting married to Tara.'

At the reception, everyone was in a happier mood, I think we were relieved that nothing bad happened, like Anya deciding that she didn't want to try again or Xander running again. Dinner was great, and soon I had to start the speeches. I was nervous, 'cause hello, me doing a speech in public is like one of my big fears after frogs and poneys. I got up and motioned to everyone that I had something to say. Everyone quieted down and I cleared my throat and looked at my friends, no my family. And so I started.

"In honor of Xander and Anya, I propose a toast. Xander, last year, when you told me you and Anya were engaged, I was happy for you. I can see how happy she makes you, and just for that, Anya is special in my book. But last year, we also made mistakes, both you and I. The amazing thing is that we fought for our love. I'm proud of you Xander. Anya, at first, I thought that no one was good enough for Xander, but as I got to know you more, I understood the depth of your love for Xander. You're better than good enough for him, you two were made to love each other. And on this great day, you two finally got together and got married. So, as our two friends continue on the journey that they began two years ago, they know that when there are bumps in the road, their friends will be there for both of them, to help and support them and love them unconditionally. I love you both, and I want to thank you for sharing your love with us! To the Bride and Groom." I finished, my eyes watery as I raised my glass in a toast.

Everyone cheered and Xander and Anya looked at me, their eyes showing their love.

The rest of the toasts were traditional, so I'll skip them. And the dancing started. The DJ was great. Xander and I chose the songs mostly, leaving some liberties for the DJ. The first song to come on was "Truly Madly Deeply" by Savage Garden. Since we chose the songs for a reason, I'm gonna write the lyrics for them all as I write. Xander and Anya started dancing, and each Scooby and his date followed. I pulled Tara to the dance floor. We wrapped our arms around each other and started swaying lightly as the song came on.

I kept my eyes locked on Tara's, as I leant over slightly and whispered in her ear.

"Me and Xander chose the songs. Hope you like them baby."

She smiled at me, and I felt my heart literally stop beating for a couple of second before it started pounding in my ribcage. I could practically see her soul in her eyes. We continued swaying gently as the music changed gently, and "I Don't Wanna Miss A Thing" by Aerosmith came on.

"This one's from me to you." I whispered in her ear and tightened my grip on her.

Slowly we swayed, and I remembered every time I stayed up, studying Tara as she slept. How her face was completely relaxed in a beautiful smile. How she always snuggled to me, as if in sleep she wanted to convey her love. I also remembered that when I slept I dreamed of her, wonderful dreams, but it's true, they weren't enough. They just satisfied my craving for her for a while. The dance floor was now full of people as they gently swayed to the music. I was mesmerized by Tara's eyes and I barely heard that the song was changing again into "Wonderful Tonight" by Eric Clapton.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Xander and Anya dancing, their eyes closed, enjoying the music. Xander opened his eyes and sighed as the music changed yet again to a more sensual beat as "Let's Make A Night To Remember" by Brian Adams came on. I grinned at him and he returned my grin.

We lessened our hold on each other and we started swaying more sensually, while I ran my hands from her back to her sides, my eyes locked on hers. We didn't need any words. We understood each other perfectly. I started reminiscing of all those times we made love, sweet and slow, our hands caressing leisurely, running over silhouettes, stroking softly, as we both climbed slowly into our climaxes, as we became one. The next song was "Have You Ever Really Loved A Woman", still by Brian Adams. His voice was soft, loving, and it made shivers run down our spines. We quickened our pace. I put my hands on Tara's hips and my fingers started slowly massaging the flesh there.

My mind started whirling with memories. With every verse of the song, new memories came tumbling into my mind. I thought about all our talks, of all the things we talked about, of all the times I laid in her arms, totally at peace. Of all the times I told her I wanted her, that I loved her, that's she's my everything, my always, and how she had replied, how she had reacted, her eyes lightening up. Of our love-making, the first times, when we were both so tentative, so shy. Of how I learned what pleased her, what drove her wild. I memorized her smell and her taste, and I could feel it in my veins every time I'm making love to her with my tongue as she moans my name in ecstasy. Of when we talked about children and I imagined right then a little girl with blonde hair and green eyes, and a quirky half-smile. I thought of all that and more as I ran my hands tenderly on her hips and her sides. I could bet my smile was blinding.

'She's my woman. She my everything, and she always will be.'

I could feel my libido wake up more and I felt desire pounding through my veins, strong and unfaltering. And all that was for only one woman, and one woman only forever. And I was holding that woman in my arms. I couldn't believe how lucky I was. I still can't. She ran her hands in the inside of my tuxedo jacket and looked at me with a knowing half-grin. I saw the desire reflected in her eyes, and I knew that the songs were having the same effect on her. Suddenly, the DJ stopped at the end of the song and said:

"Ladies and Gentlemen, this is a special request by the Bride and the Maid of Honor."

Tara blushed and looked over at Anya who looked at her and grinned before giving her a thumbs-up. As the first notes started, I recognized the song and Tara grinned sheepishly. It was "Sexual Healing" by Marvin Gaye.

I saw Anya starting to rub herself slowly on Xander out of the corner of my eye. I tossed my head back and laughed. But the laughter stopped when I saw the hungry look in Tara's eyes. Her pupils were dilated, and she started mouthing the lyrics as she swayed sensually, her hips brushing mine in a slow tantalizing dance. My eyes were locked on her face as her lips moved, and her tongue peeked out when she said the letter L. I could feel a blush of arousal spreading on my body. I ached for her touch. Mid-way through the song, she leaned her head and licked my parted lips. Then, she lowered her head and started whispering in my ear as she nibbled on the lobe.

"Honey I know you'll be there to relieve me, The love you give to me will free me, If you don't know the things you're dealing, I can tell you, darling, that it's Sexual Healing." she sang for me, before adding in a low husky voice: "Think you can relieve me?"

I gulped and tried to talk in vain, I just nodded my head. The pulsing of my heart matched the one of my clit. I needed her, wanted her, right then and there, and nothing was about to stop me. She pulled back from my ear as I slowly caressed her frame, my hand more and more insistent. Her hands were unbuttoning the lower buttons of my shirt and she reached inside, slowly caressing my stomach. Slowly, she leaned over and pressed her lips delicately on mine. She brushed her lips on mine as her hands continued caressing my stomach. I was lost in sensations. My lips parted by their own accord and slowly, teasingly, her soft tongue entered my mouth, sensuously caressing mine. I tried to deepen the kiss, but she pulled away as the song was ending. I could feel that my panties were drenched. I wanted her so bad. I looked deeply in her eyes, and I saw lust, uncontrollable and unwavering. I took her hand and dragged her from the dance floor.

"Hey you two! Where are you going? You still need to make the toast and to be here for the bouquet and the garter!" Buffy said to us as we passed by her.

"Buffy! We have something really important to do!" Tara stopped and told her.

"Yeah, it's overpowering! We'll be back! See ya!" I told her before pulling Tara with me.

I looked behind me and saw that Buffy was looking at me, her mouth open as she tried to find a comeback. I didn't wait to see if she found one.

The reception was being held in the ballroom of the new Country Club, the wedding had been in the special room made for wedding ceremonies and such. I pulled Tara downstairs to the small rooms used by us earlier to get dressed.

I closed the door and I was just turning around to face Tara when her lips fastened on mine. I wrapped my arms around her, my hands on the soft fabric of her dress. I found the zipper of her dress and slowly pulled it down. I didn't want to ruin the dress. My hands found the soft skin of her back, and I started to slowly slide the dress down while Tara's hands were busy taking off my jacket. I pulled my arms back and felt the loss of weight as the jacket fell to my feet. We didn't stop kissing, her tongue playing in my mouth. I spread the flaps of the dress apart and broke the kiss to undress her. I pulled the dress down and she stepped out of it and her shoes before I took the dress and laid it down on a chair along with my jacket. While I removed the dress, I was so rushed that I didn't look at her. But then I did. I SO did. Her luscious breasts were encompassed in a crème colored satin bra that was highlighted by the blush that was spread all over her body. My eyes trailed south, drinking in her matching low cut panties, her lace garter belt and her silk stockings. I walked over to her and I pulled her in my arms, murmuring softly before my lips met hers.

"I love you baby, you're my world."

Before she had the time to reply, my lips were on hers, brushing, teasing. She parted her lips, wanting more as our kiss grew more demanding. I slid my tongue in her mouth and met hers. I licked the inside of her bottom lip, touching her teeth, exploring slowly. She probed my tongue with hers, urging me on. Her hands opened the rest of my shirt's button and she was now playing with my bra-covered breasts, kneading them softly, teasing the nipples with her fingers. I shrugged off the shirt. As the kiss became even more passionate, I slid my hands down the curves of her body, cupping her tight buttocks and squeezing them, pulling her closer. Her hands were on my pants now, and she unzipped them, brushing her knuckles on my mound in the process. My tongue was being sucked by Tara, and the extra contact just made me want her more. I could practically taste her through the air that was now filled with the smell of our arousals. I kicked off my shoes and pants, and I broke the kiss. I needed her, I wanted her, she's my fountain of life, and I was thirsty, no, dehydrated. I trailed kisses over her jaw before dipping in the creamy flesh of her neck. I licked my way to her left pulse point, and she threw her head back to give me better access. I kissed the point before parting my lips and sneaking my tongue to lick the delicate spot. Tara's hands were in my hair, pulling me closer, pulling the pins out of my hair, while massaging my scalp with her fingers. She was moaning softly as I kept licking the spot, before I took the flesh in my mouth and sucked at it heartily. She moaned deeper and pulled me up for a kiss. Our tongues clashed furiously as desire overrode sensuality. She pulled away and looked at me deeply in the eyes.

"I have to have you now! No more teasing."

"Together." I told her.

She nodded. We took off each other's panties and we started kissing again. Our hands, unbidden moved to each other's centers and she turned, pinning me to the door. She teased my clit for a second with her thumb before she slipped two fingers deep inside me. I gasped at the feeling of being filled and moved my left hand to brace myself on her shoulder. My right hand snaked down and I centered my attentions on her ripe, wet and smooth nub. She pulled out of me almost completely and dived back in. My moan mingled with hers. She lowered her head and bit my neck before sucking at my pulse point while our hands were bringing each other closer to bliss.

'I love Take-Charge Tara!' I kept telling myself.

I slowly pushed two fingers into her and she bucked her hips, taking my digits completely into her sweet abyss. The door behind me started rattling with the force of our thrusts.

"Oh God! Oh Tara! Right there! Oh God!" I kept moaning.

"Yes Willow! Yes! Oh Yes!" she kept repeating in my ear, her voice a deep moan.

We both had our thumbs on each other's pearl, rubbing furiously as our fingers kept pumping deeper and faster into each other. We were both on the brink of the precipice we longed to fall in. We started kissing, urgently, sucking on each other's tongues respectively. We pumped harder, rubbed faster, and each movement dragged us even closer until with one final thrust we both felt our muscles clench and each other's inner muscles squeeze our fingers. Our orgasms rocked us, wave after wave of pleasure slamming into us, and in us. When our eyes started focusing better, an undeniable urge spread through me and I slowly pulled out of her molten center. She did the same, and I knew that we were thinking of the same thing. I brought my fingers to my mouth, my nostrils twitching at the over-empowering smell of her. One sentence from the songs slammed into my mind over and over while I pulled each finger into my mouth, tasting her, her essence, her being, her sweet ambrosia.

'You've gotta breathe her - really taste her, Til you can feel her in your blood…'

My eyes were locked on hers and I knew, I was certain that she was thinking about the same thing as she mirrored my move. We kissed, our essences mingling on our tongues. I led her to the couch and made her sit on my lap while we regained our composure somewhat. I kept stroking her golden hair while she messed my hair even more. Suddenly, there was a knock on the door, and Giles called out.

"Willow, are you in there?" he said before the door started opening.

Thank god the couch wasn't facing the door. It was facing the other side, so we weren't in his view. We ducked in it and I yelled out at Giles to get out. He must've seen our clothes on the floor and on the chair because he started apologizing over and over, he even stuttered.

"Oh dear Lord, I'm… I'm so sorry Willow. Really, I'm so s-sorry Willow. I'll go now, I'm sorry Tara. Oh Dear Lord!" he said before running outside.

I looked at Tara and we giggled.

"I guess Mister Giles isn't used to waking in on people."

"Yeah, I think they need us for the rest." I replied, getting up and getting dressed. My hair was a mess, but who was I kidding, there was no way I could put it back up in a few minutes. So, we went out and walked back to the ballroom. Suddenly Tara stopped me and whispered, her eyes wide.

"Willow! If I by chance happen to get the bouquet, you have to get the garter! I want no one else touching me down there and well, we just made love and… you know?" she asked, biting her lower lip.

"Baby, if you get the bouquet, I'll do anything to get the garter, but if it's too far away, you have to help me! I don't want any guy's hands on my girl."

She nodded and walked inside the ballroom. Xander saw us and whispered something to Anya. She nodded and they moved to cut the cake.

"Anya and I would like to thank everyone who came, especially our friends, our family really, who supported us in our decisions. To all those who were at both weddings, I hope this one made up for the other." Xander said.

"Also, we would like to thank those of you who brought us presents. Thank you very much." Anya cut in and the Scooby gang laughed heartily.

Xander and Anya cut the first piece, and they fed small bites to each other. Both of them were beaming, and so obviously in love. I looked over at Tara and found her smiling at them, her eyes sparkling. I squeezed her hand and she looked at me.

"I love you." I mouthed.

"I love you too." she replied silently.

The caterers cut the cake and handed it out. After the cake was eaten, Anya got on the small podium and said that it was time for the bouquet.

"It is tradition for me to throw the bouquet. It is said that the single woman who gets it will be the next one to get married. Come on single women, fight for it."

All the unmarried women went to the dance floor, and as Tara went, I winked at her. Anya turned around and tossed the bouquet behind her. I could swear that I could see the whole scene in slow motion. Dawn and Buffy were pushing each other to get the bouquet, while Cordelia and Fred (who both came with Angel) wrestled to the ground to get it. Let's not even talk about the other women. It was like a catfight. The bouquet fell and the horde of single women suddenly opened to reveal Tara sheepishly holding the bouquet. Anya turned around and smiled.

"I guess if this tradition is true that Tara will be the next bride."

All gazes fell on us as Tara walked over to me. She gave me a light peck on the lips and reminded me to catch the garter. I smiled at her and winked.

Xander took a chair and made Anya lift her leg and the gown she was wearing and he took off her garter with his teeth. Anya smiled sensuously at him. I left Tara and walked with the men to catch it. Beside me stood Gunn (also a friend of Angel), Wesley and Giles.

"If any of you catch that garter, you're dead."

They all looked at me and shrugged, except Giles who fell over himself trying to tell me that he wouldn't catch it. I guess he was still embarrassed about earlier. Xander tossed the garter, and some men who didn't know Tara and I were together tried to snatch it up in the air. I wrestled myself in the horde of hot-for-Tara men and dived, catching the garter as it fell. Tara beamed while Dawn, Buffy and Anya whooped. I got up and grinned, holding the garter and swinging it on one of my fingers. I went over to Tara and got down on one knee, before I hiked up her dress a little, jus enough for me to slide my hands up her thigh and put the garter in place. I got up and we kissed slowly, sensuously and our family cheered us on. People went up to the bride and groom and started congratulating them. A while later, the wedding party finally broke up, Xander and Anya left for their honeymoon. Xander said he'd call, but Anya told him he'd be too busy to call. I guess Anya will never change. She really is lovable in her own way. Giles left for his hotel as well as Angel and his gang. A while after that, Buffy, Dawn Tara and I left, our cars filled with the wedding gifts.

We just carried everything inside, and now, I'm in my room, waiting for Tara to get in here.

One day my love.

Loving you,

Your Willow.