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The Right Mix

Author: Dragkinggoddess
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: I don't even own a car, how could I ever own anything like Willow and Tara? Written respectfully and unprofessionally (no $$ sought) based on characters created by and owned by Joss Whedon and Mutant Enemy.
Note: Thoughts in italics.

I could live forever in those eyes. Tara had little time to be bashful. Her usual hiding instincts were overruled by the pull of the emerald orbs before her. "S-Sorry, I w-wasn't l-looking where I w-was going."

"No, that's ok. You can bump into me anytime. I mean, not literally, cuz' bumping... OW! But I meant I don't mind running into you, again, not literally." Relax doofus, breathe. Willow took a deep breath and tried to compose herself. Just say hi. "Hi, I'm Willow." The redhead smiled nervously and extended her hand. She too felt the overwhelming pull of their eye contact.

Tara pressed her palm against Willow's. As they touched, she gasped, feeling a jolt of electricity between their hands. She somehow managed to speak. "T-Tara, I'm Tara."

Willow was transported to the last time their hands met. The warmth sent a deep longing through her for more contact. Wow, yes, attracted, definitely. "Hang out near bathrooms often?" She winced as the word vomit spewed forth. She squeezed her eyes shut. You are such a geek Willow, such a geek. She forced her eyes open again. "Um, I didn't mean that. Please don't answer. Hey, thanks for the mochas."

Tara smiled, studying the gold flecks in Willow's eyes. "Y-you're welcome." She is absolutely adorable! Especially with the babbling. Wait, babbling? Nervously? The cooler air of the restaurant had penetrated the wet spots on her shirt making her acutely aware of the state of her appearance. "I um, I k-kind of screwed up the f-first b-batch." She let go of Willow's hand and crossed her arms across her chest, trying to hide the mess. "I h-hope the ones that made it t-to you were ok."

Willow felt a cold void on her palm where Tara's just was. Again with the geekiness, who the heck shakes hands anyway? Except for like business men or politicians, or... OH, talk Willow, talk. She raised her cup. "Oh yes, it's the yummiest mocha ever, it is..."

At that moment, Buffy blasted through the bathroom door, hitting Willow, knocking her off balance. She landed on the floor with a thud. Now she Willow wearing coffee too. "WILL! I am so sorry." Buffy Reached down and helped Willow back onto her feet. "Are you ok?"

Stunned, but unharmed, Willow scrambled to her feet. She looked down at her shirt. The cotton tank top had sucked up nearly the whole drink. She looked up first at Buffy, then at Tara, feeling her face burn to a shade closely matching her hair. "Well, I guess now we match huh?" The two wet girls laughed and found themselves lost in each other's eyes again, standing silently entranced. Many seconds passed.

"Willow, earth to Willow. Did you hit your head?" Buffy looked confused if not truly concerned. Add this to the list of "weird acts by Willow" in the last 12 hours. She placed her hand on Willow's shoulder, the only part of her friend's upper-body that wasn't coffee-soaked. "Ready to go?"

Tara was the one to break eye contact. She started to turn towards the coffee bar. "L-let me get you an-nother m-mocha." Without waiting for an answer, she jogged towards Lynn. Willow enjoyed watching her from behind almost as much as she had enjoyed gazing into her gorgeous blue eyes.

Buffy swung around, putting her back to the restaurant. "Oh my gosh Will, did she get all up in your face?"

Annoyed by the obstruction, Willow sighed. "What? Up in my face? What are talking about?"

"About Jack, duh! She's pissed you left with him last night isn't she? Need me to have a few words with her?" Buffy made a fist and comically shook it in the air.

Willow rolled her eyes. "Buff, enough about Jack already!" She sighed. "Look, can we just get back to our room? I need to talk." She pushed past a dismayed Buffy and made a b-line for the coffee counter. Willow arrived just as Tara spun around behind the counter, new mocha in hand.

Startled, Tara almost found yet a third drink ruined. She carefully placed the cup onto the counter. "H-here you g-go. It's on me."

"Not ON either of us this time at least," Willow quipped. The two laughed again. Tara hid her smile behind her hand, her arms covering her shirt again. Willow swooned. Feeling her stomach tie in knots, happy knots, she couldn't help but return the grin. "Thanks Tara. Nice to finally meet you."

"Y-yes, W-willow, I..."

Interrupting her reply, a voice came from near the front of the restaurant. "Tara, new table."

Tara's smile left her face as quickly as it had arrived. "Oh, I h-have to g-go." She turned and headed for the outdoor seating section.

Buffy finally caught up with Willow at the counter. "Yeah, Will, I think we do need to talk. We have to get to the bottom of your goofiness today." She grabbed Willow's arm and dragged her out the door. Willow let her best friend lead, and as they left, let her eyes wander to the beautiful blonde waitress at work.

Stop worrying Buff, I think I've got it all figured out.

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