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Too Famous To Get Fully Dressed

Author: Coopster5000
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Buffy the Vampire Slayer is the property of Joss Whedon/Mutant Enemy.

"Knock, knock. Do you mind if I come in?" Tara asked, sticking her head in Willow's office door.

"Yeah sure," Willow said waving her in. She was seated behind her desk staring out her window which happened to look out over the ocean.

"Wow nice view," Tara whispered in awe.

"Yeah I know. Some times I forget I'm at work when I look at it."

"I think I would too," Tara laughed, "I mean, god what a view!"

"So what brings you to my office?" asked Willow, standing up to stand next to Tara at the full wall window.

"Well about earlier with Faith. I'm sorry if she was a little forthcoming."

"Oh it's no problem. But sad to tell you I'm not giving her a job."

Laughing, Tara took a seat in the wooden chair on the opposite side of Willow's desk, "o' god you did the right thing. I wouldn't give her a job either."

"So you're not mad?" Willow asked a little surprised.

"Why would I be?"

"Well she wanted the job. She is your girlfriend. And I didn't give it to her."

"She doesn't get many jobs she wan... wait did you say she was my girlfriend?" Tara asked with a shocked expression.

"Well yeah. Isn't she?"

"No!" Tara practically yelled, "she's just a really good friend. What made you think that?"

"Well the other day at the Bronze with the waste holding and the check kissing and baby calling. I thought you guys were dating and O MY GOD your not even gay." walking to the other side of her office and mumbling to herself, "I've been fantasizing over a straight women. She has a kid for Pete sakes! How the fuck do you think that happened? Do you think she just asked the witch goddess for a child? I'm such a moron!"

Placing her hand on the frazzled women's shoulder, "Will," she called out softly to get the redheads attention, "I am gay, just not with Faith. I prefer redheads."

"Oh well uh that's good to know," she cracked a smile. "I prefer that you prefer that too.... in a non bossing way of corse."

"What about Jamie?" Tara asked, her blonde sculptured eyebrows coming together to make a frown on her face. "Aren't you guys an item?"

"No! I think she wants us to be but I'm not sure. I think she's just being friendly but Buffy's telling me otherwise," Willow retorted to the blondes question.

"Well I would have to agree with Buffy on this one, she is definitely trying to make a move on you," Tara gave Willow her half grin and Willow thought she was going to pass out.

"Well..." Willow started looking everywhere but at Tara. "Since we're both single and you prefer redheads and I just happen to be a redhead ahhh.... would you like to go out to dinner with me sometime?" playing with her fingers she anxiously awaited for the blondes response.

"I would love to go out to dinner with you," she replied giving the redhead yet again another sideways grin.

'Damn those grins are gonna be the death of me.' she thought. "Really!" said Willow just picking up on what the blonde said, "so uh when? Pick when and it's a date," she was so excited she cold barley stand still.

"How about this Saturday if it is alright with you," asked Tara with a sheepish grin.

"Sounds perfect I'll pick you up around eight," Willow said.

"Sure," reaching onto Willow's desk, Tara grabbed a sticky note and a pen an wrote down her address and phone number. Standing up she stood face to face with Willow. She folded the sticky not in half then half again. Taking a step closer to the redhead, "here's my address," she said in a silky tone. She slipped the piece of paper including her hand into Willow's front pocket, leaving it there for a few seconds longer then needed before removing it.

"I'll see you tomorrow," she said as she turned around and walked out of the dimly lit office.

"O' fuck' were the only words beside 'cold shower' registering through Willow's mind.

"You did what!" Buffy said or more like squeaked.

"I just put my address into her pocket. It just so happened my hand went with it," she started to blush but covered it up by taking a drink of her tea.

"I can't believe you."

"Oh come on Buffy. You do it all the time. Where do you think I got it from?" Tara protested.

"But you did it to my best friend," Buffy whined, a pitiful look crossing her face.

"It's not like she was complaining," mumbled the fashion designer.

"What was that?"

"Nothing!" Tara practically shrieked.

"So what's the deal between you two know," asked Buffy, curious about her cousin and best friends attentions towards each other.

"Nothing yet, but she's taking me out to dinner on Saturday," Tara started smiling, just thinking about the babbling redhead brought a smile to her face.

"Oh good graces, am I gonna have to have the talk with her," Buffy teased knowing this would embarrass her cousin.

"Don't you dare. I'm warning you Elizabeth Anne Summers DON"T."

"Okay, okay I won't. Just don't do nothing I wouldn't do."

"That pretty much leaves us open for anything," Tara teased causing Buffy to smack her shoulder.

"So do you like her?" asked Buffy curious.

"Well I wouldn't be going out with her if I didn't," smiled the blonde.

"She what!" Xander screeched, his eyes nearly popping out of his head.

"Yeah with her hand," Willow said slightly flushed, "she had a piece of paper in her hand which she slipped into my pocket but she forgot to let it go."

"So what she do?" asked Xander, his interest in the story climbing. "What did you do? Xander could barley hold his excitement, he was leaning forward on his bar stool trying to hear Willow better over the noise in the Bronze.

"Well she kinda.... felt my leg a little. And I, I just stood there like a gold fish out of water," she dropped her head into her hands, "o god I'm pathetic," she whined.

"Come on Will, let's have another round and you'll feel better," he motioned towards the bartender for two more beers.

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