"You were going to say something, Willow?" Tar'airah's bright blue eyes asked meekly.
"Huh, wha?" For the past twenty minutes the two girls had been walking, aimlessly through the brush of the outer rims of the tribe grounds, "You mean, like about how we're suddenly this awesome power that has destroyed the boundaries between two worlds and stopped the genocidal selections by your local ficus mircocarpa?"
"Um, well that too, but back at the hut... you were trying to tell me something about you... g-g-going back... t-t-to England..." Tara's heart broke at the idea, but after waiting for the redhead to pick up the tangent once more for what seemed like an eternity, she decided to take the plunge herself. Best to get it over with.
"Oh. Well, I what I wanted to say..."
Oh goddess, here it comes...
"Tara, I've grown so fond of you..."
Yet I can't love you back...
"And I don't want to leave you..."
But I must return to my darling fiancÚ I found frolicking with the livestock who resides in a small English town just outside of Bondon - I mean, London, London.
"What I'm trying to say is..."
"You're going to leave me for your farm boy from Bondon?" Tara blurted out.
Damn, forgot to think that one.
"No, Tara..." Willow pulled the blonde over to the side of a tree behind the bark and leaned her up against it. Her palms slowly cupped the blonde's almost bare hips, trembling slightly at the touch, "I'm in love with you..." she looked deep into the innocent blue eyes before her, "...and I can't imagine going back to England without you. I also can't imagine asking you to leave your home..." Willow's face contorted into a confused frown. Tara's heart, though, had grown several sizes within the last few seconds. She reached up slowly to caress the redhead's cheek.
"Will, for an Axford genius you're also kind of a dork."
"Wherever you are is my home."
"Oh," Willow's face burst into a quiet smile, only used for very special secrets once divulged.
Tara leant in for a kiss, but before she could Willow blurted out a question, "Oh, honey?"
"It's called Oxford."
"Oxford, check," the blonde smirked, she quickly stepped forward, bridging the gap between their mouths and soundly kissed the girl, "You can give me the grand tour when we get there."
Tara... Tara with me. Tara with me in England, grand tour, big tour, the tour with the big. Willow's mind was racing a mile a minute at the thoughts bubbling through her mind.
Tara, however, was just winding down. Her heart, her life, her soul... she had found a home already. The same home she had been searching for all this time... and it resided within the body a quirky, beautiful redhead standing right before her.
One question, however, still remained for the blonde.
"Mmm... yes?" Willow's mind was on the fritz as it seemed she had nothing better to think of at the moment than Tara's lips. The redhead leaned forward and lightly nipped at the blonde's mouth, not really caring what request would come tumbling out - she'd fight a tribe of amazonian women, survive the ritualistic brutality they employed on a day-to-day basis and leave her life on the line in an instant for Tara. She'd do anything for the girl.
"Can Buf' and Fa'aith come too?"
Willow's eyes went wide, frozen into her kiss position.