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An American Tale

Author: Spellbound
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: I own nothing except 2 insane cats, fuzzy socks and and a twisted imagination.The songs used in this fic all belong to whoever wrote them and Im just borrowing them, you could sue me but it'd be pointless as I have nothing at all... the only thing of any worth I have is my girlfriend and there aint no way in Hades you're having her!!! Grr Argh!

The rest of the evening passed uneventfully for Tara for which she was thankful. 'He' left, as usual after and hour and crossed to the car park, got into a non-descript blue car and drove off. He hadn't spoken to her, other than inside the club and was courteous as He left.

Shivering once again, Tara breathed a sigh of relief as the tail lights of his car vanished into the night.

On the other side of town, Willow and Riot's shift was coming to an end. The night had been pretty uneventful, half a dozen robberies, an assault or two and a spate of car accidents, all in a nights work.

As Willow threw her uniform into her bag and slipped into her soft leather jacket, her mind wandered back to Tara. 'What is she doing?' she thought, glancing at her watch, she noted it was almost 1am and Tara was probably sleeping. Like a firework at Thanksgiving, the image of Tara sleeping burst into her mind, her long blonde hair falling carelessly over her shoulders, a plain white sheet covering her feminine curves, hiding the muscular legs. Tara's arms, the only thing above the crisp covering, one long arm resting gently over her taut stomach, the other bent at the elbow, the hand resting on the pillow, her long, slender fingers curled slightly. Her soft lips parted slightly, her soft pink cheeks taking a deeper hue as images, maybe - hopefully - of her swam through her unconscious. Tara's chest rising and falling rhythmically as she dreamt.

"RED!!" Riot yelled into her ear making her jump and spin into a defensive posture before she regained a sense of where she was. "Are you ok?" he asked once he was sure his partner was once again within the realms of reality. Before him, Willow's cheeks had adopted their own crimson hue, a tiny bead of sweat crowning her forehead and her breathing shallow and ragged. "Yeah, sorry." she smiled weakly, "I-I-I-I was miles away." she stuttered. Riot nodded knowingly, "Somewhere with a hot blonde?!" he stated grinning as Willow averted her eyes and tried to her embarrassment under her freshly released hair. "Do you want a lift home or what?" he asked, rapidly changing the subject as the redhead squirmed under his gaze. "No, I think I'll walk." she replied smiling her thanks as he shrugged and crashed out into the corridor.

Picking up her bag, Willow followed suit, emerging into the dark night, she took a deep breath and began the long walk home.

By 4am, the majority of people had left the club and Tara was trying to herd the others towards the door. "C'mon you horrible lot!" she called jokingly, "Don't you have an elsewhere you have to be?!" Another half hour later, the club was totally void of dancers, drunks, passed out revellers and, thankfully, the couple who had decided that the best place for them to have sex was one of the tables upstairs.

Slumping into a chair in the office, Tara slipped her radio onto its charger and sighed deeply. Joan, who had worked the door with her, dropped into the opposite chair.

After a cup of coffee, or in Tara's case, tea, the pair collected their things and made their way to the front door. "Do you live far?" Joan asked politely as they stepped into the rapidly approaching dawn. Tara looked at her quizzically for a moment, hoping that Joan, who had only worked there for a couple of weeks wasn't hitting on her. "I mean, do you need a lift?" the other woman asked as she realised the possibilities to her question. Tara grinned, "Oh, no, I'm fine. I only live down there." she said, gesturing with her hand.

"Ok, g'night then." Joan replied and disappeared to her car.

Willow was almost home, ok, she was ten blocks from home and sitting in the park, waiting for the sun to rise. It was a pleasure that she kept only for herself, not even Riot knew how much she loved to sit on the dew dampened grass and watch as the first hint of sunrise kissed the horizon and washed everything in an other worldly glow. Resting back against her bag, she waited patiently, her ipod her only companion.

The road slopped steeply as Tara climbed up to Jackson's Park. She loved to watch the sunrise although she rarely had the chance. Working at the club meant she was often too late or too tired at the end of a shift to do anything other than go home and crash into bed, usually fully clothed without even having removed her steel toe capped boots. But today was different, Willow's emerald eyes sparkled within her, filling her with energy and hope, something she had seen within them had infused her with life.

As she walked through the park, to her favourite spot she was snapped from her fantasy when she saw a figure sitting in the exact spot she planned to occupy. "Great." she whispered, her voice barely a whisper but in the silent morning carrying across the park.

Willow's head snapped around at the vocal presence of another and she squinted into the dim light. "Tara?" she asked incredulously, the soft Southern twang contained within that one word had caressed the redheads ears as though it were the soft lips themselves of the stunning blonde.

Tara leant forward into the gloom, the female apparently knew her and she stepped closer to identify her. "Willow? Is that you?" her voice wobbled slightly as the words caught in her throat. Crossing the damp grass she grinned when she saw the redhead sat on the floor. "Hey." Tara said as she reached her side. 'Oh my god, she's even more beautiful than I remember.' she thought as she stood dumbly before the woman on the ground.

"Hey, you're up early." Willow replied with a smile, her mind racing, palms sweaty and arousal building with her core.

"You too." Tara returned before both lapsed into silence.

Willow broke the uncomfortable void, "I haven't been to bed yet. I just got off work." she told Tara who smiled, her eyes dancing and drawing her deeper.

"Yeah? Me too. I came out here to watch the sun rise." she said as she searched the exquisite emerald eyes of the other woman.

"Me too!" Willow exclaimed, her voice far too loud for the hour. Gesturing to the damp grass beside her, Tara asked; "You mind if I sit?" Dizziness overcame the redhead, 'she wants to sit with me and watch the sunrise. Damn!!!' With all words lost to her, she nodded and Tara dropped gracefully to the ground.

"What are you listening to?" Tara asked when she noticed the ipod in Willow's lap. 'I was staring at her crotch!' Tara thought, 'oh what if she saw, what if she knows I was looking at her groin, she'll think I'm a perv!' Reaching slowly between her legs to retrieve the slipped ipod, Willow grinned. 'she was looking at my... well at. Wow!' she thought, her cheeks flushing slightly.

Willow suddenly realised she didn't have a clue what she was listening to. Looking at the display she cooed cheerfully, "Billy Joel!" she announced, offering the display to Tara so she could confirm for herself. Tara reached out and grasped the offered contraption, her fingers brushing Willow's as she took it. Liquid fire drenched her hand and she froze under the sensation. Willow too felt it, her own hand twitching as soft fingers came into contact with her own and sent waves of arousal through her. Looking deeply into her eyes, Willow noticed the pupils dilate and the irises darken to a midnight blue. "I love that song too." Tara breathed, her eyes locked onto Willow's and her fingers reluctant to move from those of the redhead.

Snapping herself out of the moment, Willow offered her an earphone. Smiling sadly, Tara accepted it and slid it gently into her ear as her focus went to the horizon.

She's got a way about her
I don't know what it is
But I know that I can't live without her
She's got a way of pleasin'
I don't know what it is
But there doesn't have to be a reason anyway

Willow looked down at her hand, certain there would be the imprint of the blondes burnt into it and was surprised when she saw nothing. Stealing a glance at Tara from the corner of her eye, she sighed happily, a smile brightening her face and adding to her hearts fluttering dance before returning her gaze to the horizon.

She's got a smile that heals me
I don't know why it is
But I have to laugh when she reveals me
She's got a way of talkin'
I don't know why it is
But it lifts me up when we are walkin' anywhere

Tara felt Willow's eyes studying her and when she was sure the redhead had looked away, she stole her own glimpse of the woman beside her. Her long red hair flowing gently over her shoulders, the soft smell of leather combined with a scent that Tara couldn't identify by name, impossibly long eyelashes protecting perfect eyes.

Turning back so as not to be caught staring, Tara grinned. In her chest, her heart raced and she thought she might just hyperventilate in the face of such a beauty.

Willow shifted slightly, she knew Tara was looking at her and could feel her arousal coursing through her very being. Turning her head slightly, she missed Tara's eyes as they returned to the rising sun. 'Screw it!' Willow thought, 'There's no sunrise this beautiful' she thought as she drank in every last detail of Tara's face.

She comes to me when I'm feelin' down
Inspires me without a sound
She touches me and I get turned around
She's got a way of showin'
How I make her feel
And I find the strength to keep on goin'

Tara turned and found emerald eyes sparkling back at her. "What?" she asked with a nervous giggle. Willow's brows fell slightly as she lifted on hand slowly, caressing the soft cheek of the blonde. "Who did this?" she asked, her fingers grazing the bruised cheekbone softly. A tidal wave of emotion and arousal flooded Tara as the delicate touch charged her skin and she fought not to close her eyes and nuzzle into the offered hand. "Well, you did." she told her shyly, "Earlier, at the gym."

Willow gasped, "Oh god, I'm so, so sorry." she told her, her fingers still lingering over the bruised flesh with her little finger slipping onto the silky smooth neck.

She's got a light around her
And ev'rywhere she goes
A million dreams of love surround her ev'rywhere

She comes to me when I'm feelin' down
Inspires me without a sound
She touches me and I get turned around

"It's fine, really." Tara said, losing her battle against her will and cautiously nuzzling the gentle hand that was caressing her cheek. "I didn't mean to hurt you!" Willow told her apologetically.

"Honestly Willow, it's really fine." Tara told her, mentally slapping herself. She wanted nothing more than to feel the redheads touch and reassuring her would more than likely mean she's remove her hand.

"Please, I'd like to make it up to you!" Willow stated, reluctantly returning her hand to her side when she realised she was still caressing the blondes cheek.

"You don't have to..... make it up how?" Tara asked suddenly.

Willow grinned at her, her eyes dancing in the growing light. "How about dinner?" she asked.

Tara returned the grin, her senses on overload as she welcomed the attention being showered on her from those emerald eyes.

"Sounds like a good start." she replied, her tone dropping to a sexy purr.

She's got a smile that heals me
I don't know why it is
But I have to laugh when she reveals me
She's got a way about her
I don't know what it is,
But I know that I can't live without her anyway

As Tara carefully wrote her number on a piece of paper Willow had retrieved from her bag, the sun rose high and proud over the city, announcing to the rest of L.A that a brand new day had begun. In the park, Willow and Tara remained oblivious to the dawn that bathed them both in a delicate pink light.

"So, it's a date then." Willow grinned impishly,

"Yeah, I guess it is." Tara replied.

Rising to their feet in perfect unison, their eyes never leaving the others, they now stood, motionless in front of each other. "So, I'll call you and arrange a day." Willow stammered.

"Yeah, that'd be good." Tara's eyes roamed to Willow's soft, pink lips. 'Oh just one kiss, one taste of those beautiful lips is all I ask.' she thought.

"So, I should go." Willow heard herself saying the words but couldn't believe them.

"Me too." Tara said sadly.

Willow turned, breaking the eye contact and drawing a huge breath. "I'll call you." she said, taking a step away from the blonde and trying to suppress the urge to turn back and encapsulate the quivering lips with her own.

Willow crossed the park quickly, her desire for the blonde growing rapidly and desperately trying to guide her back to her side, to invite her back to her home, kiss her, caress her and make love to her until nightfall. 'All in good time' her mind told her.

Tara watched as the redhead crossed the park, her jeans cupping her tight ass perfectly as she walked. In her mind she screamed out, calling Willow back so she could wrap her in her arms, kiss those sweet and inviting lips, but she remained silent. Only when Willow was completely out of sight did she turn and make her way back down the hill and home to her empty apartment.

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