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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!

As Willow stepped into the warm night, she bumped into a tall, well built man who appeared to be entering the building. "Oh hey. I'm sorry!" she said, holding the door open. "I'm not going in!" he told the grinning redhead who shrugged and skipped off down the street.

Under a street lamp, he stood. He glared after the redhead. His gaze returned to the building before him. Three floors up, a light punctuated the darkness, a tall shadow danced across the brightness. He stared down the street after the redhead and lit a cigarette, its orange tip lighting his features as he smoked. After crushing the remains under the heel of his large boot, her crossed to his non descript blue car, got in and drove off.

Tara watched as Willow made her way down the corridor and into the elevator. Only when she was sure that the doors had closed did she enter her apartment. Leaning back against the solid door, Tara grinned, her fingers coming up to trace over her lips and cause her to grin even more with the memory of the soft, sweet lips of the ravishing redhead that had brushed her own only moments before.

Flicking on the light, she danced into her kitchen and fixed herself a glass of juice and waltzed back to the stereo. Selecting one of her favourite opera's, Tara skipped it to her all time favourite track and hit the play button. The gentle opening chords filled the small room and she sang along.

O soave fanciulla,...
O dolce viso
di mite circonfuso
alba lunar
in te, vivo ravviso
il sogno ch'io vorrei
sempre sognar!

Reaching for a large cushion on the couch, she proceeded to serenade the plush pillow as if it were Willow herself she held in her arms.

Ah! tu sol comandi, amor!

Outside, a non descript blue car pulled to a halt outside her building, a tall, well built man emerged with a large bunch of roses and pulled open the door to her building.

Fremon già nell'anima
le dolcezze estreme,
nel bacio freme amor!

As he emerged from the elevator, the haunting sounds of Puccini filled the corridor and he knew instantly that it was the love ballad from La Bohème. Glaring at the love and intensity pouring from the door that was his destination, he strode purposefully down the hall.

Ah! tu sol comandi, amor!

Oh! come dolci scendono
le sue lusinghe al core...
tu sol comandi, amore!

Tara spun and sang gracefully. It had been the courses in Italian that had given her her love of opera and she had seen this particular more times than she cared to count.

No, per pietà!

Sei mia!

V'aspettan gli amici...

Despite it being a duet, she sang every line with perfection and power, images of her wonderful night with Willow flooded her consciousness and she became lost in the emotions.

Già mi mandi via?

Vorrei dir... ma non oso...


Se venissi con voi?

In the hallway, the tall figure gently ran his hand over the dark veneer of the door before leaning in and resting his head against the cool wood.

Che?... Mimì!
Sarebbe così dolce restar qui.
C'è freddo fuori.

As he listened to the moving piece, his malicious grin returned when he realised what the next line meant and under his breath he sang along.

Vi starò vicina!...

"Yes I will!" he growled quietly, as he laid the stunning bouquet just outside the door. "I'll stay close by you!" He finished before turning back to the elevator and disappearing out into the night.

Tara remained oblivious to the figure who had arrived, and then vanished from her door, leaving only an anonymous sign of his visit.

E al ritorno?


Dammi il braccio, mia piccina.

Tears filled the blonde's eyes as she sang and spun the now crushed cushion in her embrace.

Obbedisco, signor!
(S'avviano sottobraccio
alla porta d'uscita)

Che m'ami di'...

Io t'amo!)

Amor! Amor! Amor!

Flopping back onto the couch, Tara grinned at the stereo before rising to her feet and heading towards the tiny bathroom for a shower.

Willow arrived home after a brief stop to collect an espresso. The shots they'd had at the restaurant had made her head spin and she suddenly wondered how it was that the Italians ever got anything done. With meals that size and shots that could knock you senseless, it was a miracle they even got away from the table.

Pushing the front door closed, she slipped out of her shoes and jacket and trudged up the stairs to her room. Discarding the rest of her clothes, she hopped into the shower and washed quickly before flopping onto her bed and falling into a dream filled slumber.

Into the sleep of the two, soon to be lovers, their respective clock radios burst into life. "Good Morning sleepers, this is KLFZ fm with your early morning wake up call!!" Willow squinted at the neon display on the clock and groaned. "The temperature is expected to reach 75°f, it's a good morning beautiful day!!" The announcer was either thrilled that he didn't have to spend his entire day looking at overweight people padding about in nothing but shorts and sandals, or he'd had far too much coffee already.

As the song started, Tara rolled over and a mass of blonde hair appeared from under the pillow. She still wore the silly, happy grin she had when she'd gone to bed and the song only confirmed for her that it was a good day to get up.

Good morning beautiful
How was your night
Mine was wonderful
With you by my side
And when I open my eyes
And see your sweet face
It's a good morning beautiful day

Willow grinned at the radio, "Y'know what?" she asked as she sat up and rubbed her eyes. "It is a beautiful day!!" and she stretched into the early light.

I couldn't see the light
I didn't know day from night
I had no reason to care
But since you came along
I can face the dawn
Cause I know you'll be there

Tara managed to sway in time to the music while still under the covers, her mind flooded with visions of her redhead and she burst into song.

Across town, Willow rolled out of bed and stifled a yawn before joining in with delicate song.

Good morning beautiful
How was your night
Mine was wonderful
With you by my side
And when I open my eyes
And see your sweet face
It's a good morning beautiful day

Tara forced herself out of bed, she had promise to tell Jules all the details of her date with Willow over a sparring session. Stepping into the bathroom, she ran the shower and regarded herself in the mirror. Her lips still tingled from the briefest of kisses she had shared with Willow the previous night and her hair stuck up in various directions.

Brushing the unruly locks back down, she felt the temperature of the water and decided she had time to fetch the paper.

Pulling open her front door, she was surprised to find a huge bouquet of roses at her door. Bending down, she inhaled their aroma and grinned. "Oh, Willow!" she sighed, kicking the door closed before wandering into the kitchen to fetch a vase.

I'll never worry
If it's raining outside
Cause in here with you girl
The sun always shines

Willow sang and swayed as she picked out an outfit for the day. She had promised Riot that she would meet him for breakfast and tell him all about her date, and for the first time in forever, she was thrilled to be up and active so early in the morning. Jumping quickly into the shower, Willow washed her hair and relived the previous nights events over and over in her head.

Good morning beautiful
How was your night
Mine was wonderful
With you by my side
And when I open my eyes
And see your sweet face
It's a good morning beautiful day, yeah
A good morning

Tara placed the roses in water and moved them to the small table by the window, gently caressing their petals and inhaling the sweet smell. Everything about them reminded her of Willow, the fiery red of the petals matching the fiery passion of her hair and the deep green of the stems and leaves, the depths of her eyes. Even their scent, something delicate yet powerful that oozed confidence but never quite stepped into arrogance.

Returning to the bathroom, Tara stepped under the now hot water and grinned as she also relived the date she had shared with Willow, keeping the moments and memory alive in her mind so she could relay it all to Julie.

After dressing quickly, she stepped out into the hall and, while waiting for the elevator to take her to her friends apartment, she sang softly.

Good morning beautiful
A beautiful day
Good morning beautiful

Willow was washed, dressed and ready to go, grabbing her keys from the table near to the door, she skipped out into the morning sunshine and off to the 'Coffee Spot' to meet Riot.

Good morning beautiful
A beautiful day
Good morning beautiful day
A beautiful day
Good morning beautiful

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