Author: Washi (ZWS)
"Buffy, you're the Slayer! Stop whining about the weight of the boxes!" Willow whined at Buffy's constant whining.
Buffy grunted and said nothing more. Willow was grinning goofily, her eyes shining with happiness. She ran up the steps and opened the door to her new home. She grabbed the box she had deposited on the steps and made her way inside the beautiful house. Buffy and Xander followed, both carrying boxes.
"Will, I'm heading upstairs to drop these, ok?" Xander asked, his face red.
"Yeah, sure, go ahead." Willow said, bouncing happily on the balls of her feet. She looked around at the furnished living room and sighed happily, touching the picture frame on the mantle. She smiled happily and went outside to help Buffy get more boxes inside.
It wasn't a regular day for the Scoobies. It was a day of both sadness and happiness. Willow and Tara were moving out of Buffy's house after having lived there three years. With Willow working in a big shot computer firm and Tara working in the museum, they had afforded the house and decided finally to move out on their own. Buffy and Dawn had initially argued, not wanting their family to break apart, but had finally agreed reluctantly to the idea, knowing Tara and Willow needed more intimacy. Also, the Summers sisters were growing tired of walking in on the couple. Since they had registered as "Domestic Partners" a few months ago, the two witches were going at it like two bunnies on crack. And it was quite frustrating to Buffy, her still being single, to hear their late night sexcapades. She didn't say anything of course as she loved her two friends, but still, it was frustrating as hell for her.
They continued moving the boxes, smiling all he way.
Anya had sent off the last box with her husband, and now being alone in the witches' ex-room, she wanted to check if they had forgotten anything. She kneeled besides the bed and looked under it, waiting to see a forgotten shoe or something of the kind. Instead, she saw a very thick leather journal and reaching out, grasped it in her hand. She pulled it out and got up. She looked around, and seeing as no one was around, she opened the journal on the first page to check if it belonged to her friends. She didn't expect to see the journal's title:
Anya's eyes took a gleeful glint as she turned the first page. She knew the others weren't in the house, and she kept an ear alert in case someone came along. She sat down on the bed and started reading eagerly.
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.
My Love: "Things fall apart. They fall apart so hard."
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:
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.
"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.
< I knew they were going home to have sex! > Anya thought. The house was still silent and she continued her reading gleefully.
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.
"Anya! Where are you honey? The girls are waiting in their new house!" Xander yelled from downstairs, making Anya jump a mile. She had been so engrossed in the journal that she didn't notice the front door opening.
"Coming!" she replied before tucking the black book in her purse, that was lying beside her on the bed. She got up and started heading downstairs.
<This should be interesting. Willow should write porn or romance novels. That was highly arousing. Xander will be happy tonight.> she thought to herself, smiling widely.