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Sodas and Snack Machines
CHAPTER EIGHT

Author: Onyxsundrops
Rating: PG-13 and up.
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the Buffy the Vampire Slayer characters, other characters are my own.
Note: The song is Undenied by Portishead.


"So, what do you want to do now?" Willow crawled across the bed to sit closer to her friend. The rain had lessened to a steady dribble, but the hours continued to go by unbelievably slow. "We could play Uno again," the redhead shrugged, playing with the deck of cards.

"I can only take so much," Tara shook her head. The girls had played four, unnaturally long, games of Uno back to back and called it quits when fingers and toes became too tingly and numb.

"Was there s-something you wanted to do?" The blonde asked, emptied of ideas but not wanting Willow to leave. At the moment, she would do just about anything as long as it meant that the redhead would be staying with her.

"I don't know," Willow glanced around the room, "they should really put better radios in these rooms." Her gaze moved to the television and she shook her head before Tara could ask. "I checked this morning and all they have is three stations of local news."

"I have a CD player," Tara reached over the side of the bed, frowning as she retrieved her bag. "Oh, b-but it's portable." She pulled the silver disc player from her bag.

"Well," Willow looked down into the blonde's lap, "it looks tricky, but I think we can manage." The redhead grinned, noticing that the earpieces were connected by two cords merging into one, and not the full headpiece.

"A-Are you sure? I mean, you could listen to them a-and I-."

"Yes, I'm sure." Slightly cold fingers rested on fumbling hands. "Unless you're worried about my breath, 'cause if you are, I won't breathe." Willow went on, nervously, blushing at her last words.

"No, it's nice." An equally matching blush surfaced on Tara's face. "I didn't m-mean... t-that's not-," the blonde paused when she caught Willow's grin.

"So... my breath's nice?" The redhead asked, teasingly wiggling her eyebrows.

"Hush," Tara smiled, shyly bumping her friend's shoulder. "What do you want to listen to?" She asked, instantly feeling comfortable as she rummaged through her dark backpack.

"I'm open to whatever you pick," Willow snuggled closer to reach the earpiece. Okay, well, that and to catch Tara's scent, which floated off the blonde like waves of strawberries.

A deep, drumming noise echoed in Tara's ear as she fumbled with the CD player, hoping that Willow couldn't hear the sound. The blonde's heartbeat sped up more when Tara found herself touching Willow shoulder to shoulder. Blissful within the proximity of the redhead, she was completely unaware that the other girl was also trying to control her rapid heart.

When the CD began to play, both girls leaned in as quiet breathing formed its own music. From her slanted view, Willow watched Tara's long eyelashes whisper against her cheeks. She swallowed audibly as her eyes darted around the room before resting back on its desired place.

"Willow?"

"Yes," Willow answered, hesitantly.

"Maybe w-we should l-lay down. I-It would be easier." The blonde chanced a quick look toward the redhead, hoping that her suggestion wasn't inappropriate.

"Okay, yeah, that... yeah," her friend replied, quietly. They lay on their back, side by side, with the CD player between them and their heads resting close together.

Your softly spoken words,
Release my whole desire,
Undenied,
Totally.

And so bare is my heart,
I can't hide,
And so where does my heart,
Belong.

Shapes created by the lamp and the darkening sky played across the ceiling. Other than the slow movement of their chests, the two girls lay motionless, staring at the small dips and flicks of missing paint above them.

"Tara?"

"Yeah?"

"Are you okay?"

"Yeah."

Beneath your tender touch,
My senses can't divide,
Oh so strong,
My desire.

For so bare is my heart,
I can't hide,
And so where does my heart,
Belong.

"Willow?"

"Yeah."

"This... this is nice."

"Yeah."

Willow's left hand lazily drew circles on the blanket, inching, ever so often, further from her body. Her skin connected, softly, with Tara's wandering hand as fingers met halfway. Clasping loosely, slowly, fingers explored palms and traced over lines of the past and future. Interlocking at last, smiles graced faces as eyes stared ahead and hands merged, unwilling to let go.

Now that I've found you,
And seen behind those eyes,
How can I,
Carry on.

For so bare is my heart,
I can't hide,
And so where does my heart,
Belong.


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