Return to Too Famous To Get Fully Dressed Chapter Seven

Too Famous To Get Fully Dressed

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

7:30 rolled around and Willow stood outside of Tara's house, repeatedly checking her attire and hair to make sure it looked alright. After fixing the lapels of her jacket for the third time Willow hastily knocked on the hard oak door. With a shy smile plastered on her face the redhead hide the single white rose behind her back.

"Bout time Red," Faith said as she opened up the door. "Wondering how many times you would check yourself before finally knocking."

"You were watching?" Willow asked in outrage.

"Peep hole," Faith said pointing to the little looking whole in the door.

"So you felt like watching? You couldn't have been like 'hey Will you look good come on in already'..." Willow grew irritated letting the rose hang limp at her side.

"Yea well it was funnier this way," Faith smirked.

"Whatever. Is Tara ready?

"Nah, not yet," Faith said as she waved the redhead in and closed the door behind her. "Care for something to drink?"

"Yeah sure. You got any beer?" Willow asked as she walked into the lounge and sat on a cream colored couch.

"Heineken good?" Faiths ask as she walked into the kitchen.

"Sounds good," Willow shouted out.

"What sounds good?" asked Tara as she descended down the stairs.

"Wow," Willow muttered as she locked eyes on Tara's rather revealing dress. "Wow, you look amazing!" she said as she rose from the couch.

"You don't look half bad yourself," smiled Tara as she appraised Willow's outfit. "Is that for me?" Tara indicated the rose in Willows hand.

"Oh uh yeah, here," Willow quickly crossed the room to stand next to Tara, "sorry I wanted it to be a surprise."

"That's so sweet," Tara half grinned as she took the rose out of willow's hand and placed a light kiss on her cheek.

Smiling goofily back at the blonde "ready for our date?"

"Oh yeah," she grabbed her purse from off the floor. "Let me just tell Faith..."

"Trust me I already now," Faith said as she lent up against the door drinking a beer while holding Willow's Heineken in her other hand.

"Is this okay?" Willow asked as she opened up Tara's door in front of 'Villa Bistro' a classy Italian restaurant.

"Yes, it's very good," smiled the blonde.

"Good," grabbing the blonde's hand Willow gently leads her into the restaurant.

"Rosenberg, reservation for two," willow said as she got up to the reception booth.

"Okay, right this way Miss. Rosenberg," said the tall lanky man as he lead the two women to their secluded table in the back of the restaurant.

Handing the two ladies their menu; the man gave a small smile before walking away.

"Hope you don't mind being in the back," Willow asked with concern written on her face. "I just wanted to have some quite time with you."

"No not at all," Tara smiled as she looked around the dimly lit room. "It's actually kind of romantic."

"Well I aim to please," chuckled the redhead.

Before Tara had the chance to respond a young boy about seventeen with dark hair and eye's approached their table.

"Evening ladies. My name is Gus and I'll be your server for this evening," he gave the women huge smiles and stared at Tara a little longer then Willow liked. "So what can I get you to drink?"

"I'll have a Sam Adams," Willow said throwing a daring glance at the young male.

"And you," he smiled at Tara again, his eyes wandering down to the low cut of her satin blue dress that showed off the top of her bosom.

"I'll have a merlot," Tara said giving the man a quick glance before turning her attention back on her date.

"Alright ladies I'll have these out to you in a minute," he swiftly turned around and headed for the kitchen.

As soon as the man was out of ear shot Willows happy fašade fell. "What a jackass! He was totally staring at your boobs."

"No he wasn't," Tara tried to deny for the man's sake.

"What! He was so totally checking you out," willow insisted. "And in front of me! What a jackass!"

"Okay if you say so."

"I do say so," gruffed willow, crossing her arms and pouting at the same time.

"Wow, so mature," laughed Tara at the sight of her boss.

"Why Miss Maclay are you laughing at me?" Willow grinned, losing her bad mood.

"And what if I was?" questioned Tara with a devilish smile.

"Well I would have to think of something naughty...but I can't right now cause that jackass of a waiter's coming back."

Just as Willow finished her sentence, Gus placed the glass of wine and bottle of beer on the table. "You ladies ready to order?"

"I'm gonna have...the chicken la nonna," Tara said as she handed the menu back to the waiter.

"And you miss." He asked as he wrote down the blondes order.

"I'll have the chicken pecata," Willow also handed back the menu but without a smile.

"Very good choices," said Gus as he placed the menus under his arm. "The chicken la nonna is to die for."

"Really? That good," Tara asked, knowing full well that the man's presents was making willow irritated.

"Yea well I'm sure there's other things I rather eat," he grinned as he cast his eyes up and down the blondes body until they rested back at her breast.

"Hey Sparky," Willow grouched out "those aren't her eyes. And if you wish to keep yours you better get to that kitchen."

" yeah," Gus quickly turned around and b-lined for the kitchen.

"Ahh is someone jealous?" Tara teased noticing how upset the waiter's inappropriate behavior was affecting Willow.

"No!" Willow shouted out. "It's just...I'm just... okay yeah I'm jealous. I don't want him looking at you like that," 'I don't want anybody looking at you like that but me' she thought to herself.

"So who should be looking at me like that then?" Tara asked, wondering what the redhead's response would be.

"We'll I, I don't know," the producer shrugged. Her excuse sounding lame, even to herself.

Tara gave the redhead a toothy smile before changing the subject. "So how long have you been working at 'Too Famous to Get Fully Dressed' magazines?"

"O gosh...I would have to say... for a while now," she answered somewhat honestly.

"And how long is a 'while'?" Tara prodded, leaning her elbows on the table.

"About ten years," willow mumbled out as she took a swig of her beer.

"No way!" Tara yelled in surprise. "There's no way you've been there that long. You're so young." Her face showed absolute shock

"We'll I started when I was almost seventeen," she amended. "I guess you could say I worked my way up." She gave a little chuckle before sipping her beer again.

"Seventeen! Holy crap." Tara said flabbergasted. "What did you start off as?"

"Oh you know, the normal," she waved it off with a flip of her hand. "Sophomore in high school. Nothing to do."

"So what, you just decided to join along and help a fashion magazine?"

"Well not just me, Buffy did it too." She proclaimed.

"And they just let you?" referring to the old producers of the magazines.

"We were kind of a signed contract," she mumbled, her head down turned.

"What?" Tara asked. "I don't get that."

"Umm do you mind if we change subjects," Willow pleaded, desperately wanting to switch the topic.

"Yeah sure, no problem." Tara agreed. "So what do you wanna talk about?"

"Well..."she paused mid thought. "I have so many questions for you but I don't know if I should ask them. I mean what if their inappropriate or rude. I mean I know at least one is inappropriate but I don't wanna make you upset. That's the last thing I would ever want to do. But what if..."

"Willow, breathe," Tara cut in, afraid that the redhead would pass out due to lack of oxygen.

"Sorry. I tend to babble when I'm nerves," she grinned shyly.

"It's okay. So what questions did you want to ask me," Tara prodded.

"Are you sure?"

"I'm sure but if they're too personal I'll just say pass."

"Sounds good," chirped the redhead before launching into her questions. "So how long have you and Faith been friends?"

"Gosh... I would say since we shared the same bed during the Washington trip in eighth grade." Smirked the blonde.

"What?" Willow's eyes nearly shot out of their sockets.

"Relax Will, it was strictly platonic."

"Okay, um... next question. What's your favorite movie?" she decides to go with the more basic/easier questions to start out with.

"Ohm, I would have to say 'City of Angels'. It's so sweet and romantic and yet makes me cry every time I watch it."

"Then why watch it if it makes you cry?" Willow asked not getting Tara's logic.

"Because to now that romance, that love... I don't know I guess I just wish I had someone who loved me as much as Nicholas Cage loved Meg Ryan in that move." She gave a half hearted chuckle as if to lighten the situation.

"Hey, you never know, you're still young," Willow answered with a twinkle in her eye.

"Next question please."

"Favorite color?"

"Now... I would have to say green," she replied as she looked into her bosses' eye.

"Ha! I think someone's trying to get a raise." Willow laughed.

'Or get into somebody's pants' Tara thought.

"Why Sunnydale? Why this part of California?" questioned Willow.

"I wanted to be closer to my cousin." Replied Tara.

"Yea, she's a great woman." Remarked Willow. "So I'm dying to know... what college did you go to."

"Moore," quipped Tara.

"More? More what?" Willow asked searching the table with her eyes that Tara might want more of.

"No sweetie, M.O.O.R.E. it's the college I went to." Tara corrected her boss.

"Oh...yeah I knew that," she coughed as she straightened her jacket collar.

"Sure," the blonde smiled. "Next question."

"Who was you last partner?"


"When was your last partner?"


"Who's Emily's father?" Willow asked knowing she was treading on thin water.

"Pass." She said in a sigh.

For the rest of the dinner, the conversation continued much like this, except Tara took turns asking Willow questions or sharing stories

"I was wondering if maybe you would like to come back to my house for a while," asked Willow coming to a stop at a red-light.

"Ooh Willow I like you and all but I'm not ready to...I ... I... don't think this would be a good idea." Stammered Tara. "I don't want to ruin what we have goi..."

"Oh no! .... No, no, no! That's not what I meant. I just meant if you wanted to come over to my house to talk some more or have some coffee... but now that that I kinda freaked yeah out I would understand if you want me to take you home.

Placing her hand on Willow's which was resting on the steering wheel, "I would love to go to your house for some coffee."

"Okay," smiled Willow, starting to drive again.

"How do you take your coffee?" asked Willow, pouring the coffee into two big mugs.

"Extra creams no sugar."

"Oh we are so totally opposite," smiled Willow handing Tara her drink. "I take my coffee black with extra sugar. Lots and lots of sugar." She giggled.

"How you are not bouncing off the walls amazes me," laughed the blonde, taking a sip of her cooling beverage.

"So how long have you lived here?" Tara asked as she admired the luxurious living room.

"Oh, uhh for about three or four years."

"It's beautiful and ginormious." She made up her own word to describe the size of Willow's house.

"Well I always wanted a house that had room for kids and my friends when they stay over." The blonde couldn't help but smile at the mention of children. She couldn't believe this wonderful women wanted children also. "Plus it's big enough to accompany my dogs."

"Yeah where are your dog's?" asked the blonde, looking around the empty house trying to spot a dog.

"Oh there in my bedroom. I'm trying to get them use to the house one room at a time."

"I sure can get use to this house," whispered Tara underneath her breath.

"Oh I hope you do," said Willow catching what Tara said even though the blonde thought she had said it to herself. "It would be nice to have you over more, seeing as how I don't get that many visitors." Willow confessed, lowering her head in embarrassment.

"Yea that would be great. " Tara responded as she moved closer to willow on the couch. "It would be great to see you out side of work more." She tried to look into the redhead eyes that were still down cast.

"Hey look at me," she said. Slowly willow lifted her gaze. "There are those beautiful green eyes" she gave the women sitting next to her a toothy grin.

Speech suddenly left her body and she just continued to stare at the redhead until she couldn't take it anymore. Slowly she leaned forward and placed her lips upon the younger women's. Carefully she moved back to gauge Willow's reaction.

She sat there, eyes wide open, mouth shut and her hands clenched. It took her a few seconds to realize Tara wasn't touching her anymore. Coming out of her shock," that was it?" she asked the blonde.

"What...I ....uh..."

Reaching forward she grabbed the blonde by the back off the head and pulled her toward herself. Gently she started kissing the designer. The two reclined on the couch, Willow under Tara. They both continued kissing until Tara pulled away, a slit blush spread across her cheek as she looked down at the redheaded goddess underneath her.

"I think I should be heading back home now," Tara said as she looked down at Willow's kiss stained lips.

"Yea it is getting late. I wouldn't want Emily or Faith to start worrying," teased Willow.

The two untangled themselves and got up off the couch. They headed on over to the front door where Willow grabbed her car keys off the entrance way table.

"I hope you had a goodtime tonight."

"I had a wonderful time. Thanks so much for diner."

"It's no problem. Say, umm Tara I was wondering since tomorrows Sunday and all if maybe you would like to get some coffee with me?" Willow asked digging the tip of her right sneaker into the dirt in front of Tara's front door.

"Oh uh well Emily has a play date at noon so how does one o'clock sound? I could meet you at the Espresso Pump?"

"Sounds great!" Willow stopped her nervous digging at Tara's exception and looked up into her beautiful blue eyes. "Well goodnight then."

"Night Willow."

Willow turned and started walking back towards her steal gray 1980's Mercedes when she heard Tara call her name. Turning around she was startled to see the blonde right behind her.

"Yeah?" she asked perplexed.

"You forgot something." Willow seemed confused; she hadn't thought she had left anything. In fact all she remembered bringing was her car keys which were firmly being held in her left hand.

"What did I fo..." before she could finish her sentence Tara wrapped her arms around the redhead's neck and kissed her passionately. The keys which were once held in firm hands where soon forgotten. They fell to the ground with a resounding thump as Willow's arms wrapped themselves around the designer's waist.

Removing one arm from around the blonde's waist, she slowly lifted it to rest on the base of Tara's neck. From there she started to raise it into golden locks. Slowly the two parted, placing their foreheads together. Their breathing coming quick from the intense kiss.

"Wow" Tara whispered.

"Remind me to forget more often," laughed Willow. "especially if that's the reward!" bending down to pick up her keys Willow stood back up and announced that she should probably leave. "I think I probably should leave otherwise I'm bound to stay here all night and kiss you."

"Well I see nothing wrong with that."

Just as they were about to kiss again a light turned on above them and the window opened. "Okay we get the picture, you like each other! Now please kiss each other goodnight and go to sleep for fuck's sake!" pleaded Faith from the window. Her hair in a state of unruly behavior.

"Goodnight," Willow placed a soft kiss on Tara's lips that only lasted a few seconds before getting into her car.

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