Author: Katie aka Luv4WillTara
Buffy woke up for the second morning in a row with Faith in her arms. She was just about to internally scold Faith while denying that she liked Faith lying in her arms when the events from last night popped into her head.
I kissed her, or did she kiss me? Whatever, we kissed. And I'm totally not freaking out about it! I actually quite enjoyed it. I want to do it again. Grgh, why is she still sleeping? Buffy thought as she snuggled closer to Faith. At that moment, Faith opened her eyes and saw Buffy cuddled up against her.
"Hey, B. Not that I'm not enjoying the closeness or anything, but you're uh... you're kinda cutting off my air supply," Faith said as she tried to steady her breathing. Buffy let go, and Faith inhaled deeply, enjoying the ability to breathe again. Faith got off the bed and headed for her duffel bag.
"Oh Faith, I'm sorry. I just wanted to snuggle with you, I wasn't trying to kill you or anything," Buffy replied as she watched Faith get out her toothbrush, and toothpaste and walk over to the sink. She turned on the tap and poured water over the end of the toothbrush. She then put on some toothpaste and began to brush her teeth.
"Oh, hey B, rit's not a rig roblem owa anyhin," Faith tried to say with the toothbrush in her mouth. Buffy couldn't really understand what Faith was saying, so she just lifted her eyebrow in question. Faith ran and spit the toothpaste into the sink.
"Sorry, I said... Oh hey B, it's not a big problem or anything! It's not like I didn't enjoy the cuddliness of you, I just figured I'd like it better if I wasn't dead," Faith replied as she continued to brush her teeth. Buffy got off of the bed, grabbed her toothbrush, and joined Faith in the bathroom. They both stood there brushing their teeth in an awkward silence. Faith ran her toothbrush under the water, put it away, and waited for Buffy to finish brushing her teeth. The moment her toothbrush was down, Faith pushed Buffy against the bathroom wall and pressed their lips together. After only about 4 seconds, Faith pulled back.
"Sorry, I wanted to do that all morning," Faith said while staring into Buffy eyes. Buffy didn't say anything; she just smiled and pulled Faith's face towards hers. This time the kiss was more passionate. They opened and closed their mouths at a fairly quick pace. Faith rested one hand on Buffy's cheek, and the other on the wall behind Buffy's head for balance. Buffy chose that moment to sneak her tongue into Faith's mouth, causing her to moan. She was just about to deepen the kiss when a knock at the door caused them both to jump.
"Shit, why does that keep happening?" Faith said while walking out of the bathroom. She opened the door and saw Jenny Calendar, one of the camp counselors, standing outside her cabin.
"Faith, nice to see ya again," Jenny said as she lifted her ‘camp counselor' hat and wiped the sweat off of her forehead.
"God it's a humid day! Anyways, the reason I stopped by is we need some help setting stuff up, and we kind of need someone strong to do some of the lifting, and your name popped into my head. So, do you think you can come out and give us a hand?" Jenny continued.
"Yeah, just gimme a sec," Faith replied as she shut the door and ran into the bathroom to where Buffy was still standing.
"Hey, B. I gotta go and help set stuff up. So I'll see you later ok?" Faith said as she chastely pressed her lips against Buffy's and ran out the door.
Buffy stood there with a grin on her face. God that girl is wonderful, she thought as she walked over to the door and got her shoes on. She decided that she should go talk to Willow about everything that was happening. After all, Willow was her best friend, and she did tell her everything!
Willow awoke the next morning to the sound of loud coughing. She sat up in her bed and remembered how Tara had gotten sick from protecting her in from the rain. She jumped off of the top bunk, not even bothering to use the ladder, and rush to Tara's side.
"Oh my god Tara, are you ok? I heard all of the coughing and you sound sick and it is all my fault. I'm sorry," Willow said sadly, praying to god that nothing would happen to Tara.
"W-willow, don't worry. I'm fine. I'm just a little *cough* stuffy. I think I'm just going to rest a little w-while longer," Tara replied, smiling at the redhead's concern.
"Nope, I'm not taking that chance. You are getting out of this bed and you are going to see the camp nurse. Come on," Willow said while grabbing Tara's hand and dragging her out of the bed. She pulled her over to the door and handed her her shoes.
"Uh Willow, as much as I enjoy h-holding your hand and all, I n-need both hands to tie my shoes," Tara said while giving Willow the half smile that she loved.
"What? Oh yeah. Ah, sorry Tara, I didn't even realize that I was still holding your hand. I was thinking about how I would be sad if you died and so I lost all realization of my holding of your hand. But now that I realize that I am still holding your hand and now that I am not lost in my thoughts about sadness of your death I can let your hand go and let you tie your shoes, a task that you need both hands for. So, now I am letting go." Willow pulled her hand back and put it in her pocket.
Oh very smooth Willow. You could have just let her hand go, but instead you make an hour long speech about letting her hand go while still holding her hand. And the award for the world's biggest nerd goes to...
"Alright, I'll see you later Willow," Tara said as she opened the door. She was just about to leave the cabin when Willow slipped her hand into hers and pulled her back.
"What do you mean ‘I'll see you later'? I'm going with you!" Willow replied, slightly offended that Tara didn't want her to go with her.
"Well no, I just th-thought... I uh, I j-just don't want you to miss breakfast. You know, it being the most important meal of the day and all. And plus, I am a big girl. I don't need someone to walk me to the nurse," Tara replied while letting go of her hand. Tara, no! That sounded like you didn't want her there. You sooo want her there. What are you doing? Tell her to go with you.
"Bye Willow, I'll see you later!" Tara leaned over and kissed Willow on the cheek. She then began her walk to the nurse's cabin, leaving a blushing, speechless Willow standing inside the cabin alone.
After about ten minutes of standing there, Willow shut the door and walked over to Tara's bed. She positioned herself underneath Tara's blankets while nuzzling her pillow.
Mmm, it smells like Tara. God she smells good! Oh, I wish there was a Tara perfume that I could buy. I would spray my entire house with it; I would spray everything I own with it so everywhere I go I'd smell her. I shall be the inventor of "Tara Perfume", but then again, no spray could match the sweetness of her.
Willow's thoughts were interrupted by a knock at the door. She jumped out of Tara's bed and opened the door.
"Hey," Willow said as she stepped to the side and allowed the blonde to enter the cabin.
"Hey Willow, I need to talk to you," Willow's best friend replied as she kicked off her shoes and walked over to the beds.
"What do you want to talk about Buff?" She asked while joining Buffy on the Tara's bed.
"Well, about a couple of things. Mainly Faith and Tara, but I'm not sure which to say first. Ok, first, let's talk about Tara."
"Tara? W-what about her? You don't dislike her do you Buff? Because she's a really good person and I think that if you got to know her better then you really would like her. I mean I know she's all shy and kinda stuttery and stuff, but I find that actually kind of cute. Not cute as in ‘hey Buffy, she's cute, I want to have her babies' but I mean, the shy, stuttery thing is what I like about her. It's a nice change from all those crazy, rude, yell-y people back in Sunnydale. And we're becoming really good friends so please try to like her because I don't want things to become all weird with the you not liking her and not wanting to hang around with her, but wanting to hang out with me, so you hang out with both of us but you're all annoyed ‘cuz you have to hang out with her so things are all awkward and then I'd have to chose sides, and I don't want to have to chose sides. I'm more of a middle person myself. I've never really liked sides. I mean them being all side-y and all. Ugh, I just really like her!"
"Whoa, Will. Settle. I never said I didn't like her. I actually think she's a really nice person and I'm happy you made a new friend. But that last part of your eight hour ramble was kinda what I wanted to talk to you about. The ‘you really liking her' thing. When you say you really like her, how much is really?" Buffy said while trying her hardest not to laugh at Willow's speech.
"What do you mean? She's a really good friend and I like her a lot," Willow replied while trying to figure out if Buffy had figured it out.
"Yeah, I know you two are friends, which is good, but I've been your best friend for several years now, and I can kind of tell when you like someone," Buffy said while reminding herself that she had no clue; that it was in fact Faith who pointed it out to her.
"What are you talking about? I liked Oz for three months before you figured out I liked him, and that was only because you found my "Willow + Oz" paper heart that I kept in my binder." Willow replied as she got off the bed.
"Well yeah, but I kinda figured, I just didn't want to say in case I was wrong. Willow, it's ok if you like her. I mean there's nothing wrong with it. In fact I even..."
"I DON'T LIKE TARA," Willow interrupted. She noticed that the look on Buffy's face went from wonder to dread. Willow turned around and saw Tara standing in the doorway looking down at her shoes.
"I uh... th-the nurse s-said that uh... that I just n-need bed rest. I uh..." Tara turned around and ran out the door.
"Tara," Willow said as she stood by the door in shock. She felt as though she couldn't even move.
Oh my god, what just happened? She thinks that I said that I don't like her. Well I mean, I did say that, but she's going to take it the wrong way. Oh god, I feel sick. Willow thought while taking one last look at Buffy and running out the door; not even bothering to put her shoes on. God what have I done?