Slowly dragging her way into 'Fully Dressed' Studios, Willow ever so slowly trudged to her office were she then collapsed. "Uggh, I'm never drinking again," Willow promised herself. She had her head resting on her desk with her right arm draping above her head and her left arm hanging limp off the desk. It was 7:30AM Tuesday morning and the redhead had awaken with a breath taking hangover.
"Morning," said Jamie, the top model in Willow's studio and quite possibly the next best model next to Heidi Klum. "O' wow you don't look so good," she said, a slight frown crossing her features.
Digging through her purse, Jamie pulls out a bottle of Advil and removes two pills. Walking closer to Willow she bends down and starts stroking her hand through the red hair.
"Here sweetie, take this," Jamie says as she offers over the pills and grabs Willow's cup of coffee of her desk to wash them down with.
"Thanks," mumbled Willow.
"No problem cutie," replied Jamie with a smile as she starts to stroke Willow's hair again.
Liking the feel of the other women's hand in her hair, Willow picks her head up off her desk and rest it on Jamie's shoulder so her petting will be easier. Just as she does that the door to her office opens revealing Tara.
A little shocked at the picture before her she slowly backs away, closing the door a little more loudly then she would have liked.
The sudden noise caused Willow to spring back from Jamie's touch. Feeling a little embarrassed at sub-coming into the other women's touch, Willow started to divert her eye's and reorganize the papers on her desk.
"So...ahh Jamie, was there a reason you stopped by?"
"I just wanted to see how you were doing. I heard you and Kennedy broke up and I wanted to see if you were okay," casting a look up and down the lean women's body. 'Boy is she more then okay, she is fucking fuckable!' she thought to herself with a naughty grin. "And seeing the state that you are in now I can just imagine the intoxicated state you were in last night.
Willow could only grin, "hey Jamie I'd hate to do this to you but do you mind," motioning to the do with her head, "I really need to catch up on some paper work."
"Yeah no problem boss. I'll stop by later to see if your doing any better," she gave an award winning smile then sauntered out of the nicely furnished office, leaving Willow to her work.
"Tara," the redhead called out, "Tara I got a new schedule," she held the clipboard in her hand up in the air even though the blonde wasn't in her office/studio.
Coming out of the back parlor where all the wardrobe was located the blonde appeared with a pair of black leather pants in one hand and a black leather jacket in the other.
"Wow! We got to the dominatrix stuff already?" Willow joked but to her surprise Tara didn't laugh or even smile.
"Nah this was the clothing that I showed up in today. I decided I might want to change into something a bit more appropriate," Tara replied back with dry humor.
"It's a good thing you did. Because I'm sure you would have give more then one women," placing a hand over her heart, "a heart attack."
At that remark Tara did smile. She even blushed a little.
"Alright, well I just wanted to get on you, give it to you,.....give this to you!" thrusting the papers in her hand at the blonde, Willow spun around with wide eyes and burning cheeks almost the color of her hair.
Once outside the blondes office a huge sigh of relief left the tiny women. 'Oh my fucking god! I can't believe I just said that. I was like Xander or Anya. A sex deprived pervert.' "O god I need to die!" she moaned.
'Oh my god's I can't believe she said that,' thought Tara with a dreamy look in her eyes while leaning against one of the wardrobe tables with the new schedule folded across her chest.
"Yo Kennedy," Willow called out as she knocked on the older fashion designers door. Upon opening the door the site that greeted her was something she was not expecting to see. Kennedy and Amy were going at it on the couch opposite the door Willow had just walked through.
Both their shirts were tossed off and were lying on the floor. Kennedy was slowly kissing her way down Amy's stomach, leaving a trail of saliva in her wake. When she got to her belly botton she started to unbutton Amy's pants and that's when she noticed the other women's presence in the room.
"Holy fuck Will! God watch much?" she yelled angrily at her ex.
Just as angrily Willow shot back, "and what the hell do you think you're doing? You're on the clock. I'm not paying you to fuck each other. While you're here you work understood," Willow continued to yell, her blood pressure rising dangerously high. "If not I'll have your asses fired faster then a fat bitch who fell down to fast."
She threw the remaining sheets of paper in her hands on the floor near Kennedy and Amy, then walked out of the room slamming the door behind her.
"You okay?" asked a unfamiliar yet familiar voice.
"Yea," said Willow looking over her shoulder at the person talking to her. 'As if I wasn't in a bad mood already' she thought upon seeing Faith standing there. "You come to see Tara?
"Well I didn't come to see you," the brunette said with a grin.
"Ha you're funny," Willow replied sarcastically.
"Yeah, I'm a funny fucker," she said in a dry humor.
Rolling her eyes, "Go down the hall second door on the left. If she's not in there she's at the photography studio which is down the hall all the way make a right go straight down then turn right again," with a smile that said nothing more than 'I hate you' Willow walked away.