Tara waited while Officer Rosenberg called in to the station and explained her tardiness, she watched her intently, studying her delicate features as she talked to the dispatch and therefore couldn't help noticing when the green eyed cutie blushed bright red.
"Everything OK?" Tara asked when the redhead got off the squawk box.
"Oh yeah, all good... the dispatcher owes me a favor."
"And exactly what did you do for her that she owes you such a favor?" She asked with mock jealousy.
"Oh nothing really, I just kind of introduced her to her girlfriend. They're sort of perfect for each other in a twisted way, both sex obsessed and deeply lacking in the tact department."
"You don't sound terribly fond of them."
"Oh, no... Anya's alright... I've known her for a while... she kind of grows on you. Faith I'm not so sure about... she's kind of this cleavagy slutbomb who's way too convinced of her own sex appeal... she works with Buffy down at the SFD... I haven't known her that long, so I shouldn't judge, I suppose... I just don't want Anya getting hurt."
"You're being protective, that's so cute," Tara teased, of course just about every time she spoke to Willow, she was doing exactly that, "So... who's this Buffy person?"
"Buffy? Oh... we live together... five years now, as a matter of fact." Tara's face dropped a foot. "Breathe, sweetie," Willow reassured, "Buffy's straight."
"Sorry about that," Willow chuckled, "Sometimes I'm not so good with those words them."
Tara laughed, a full, musical, life affirming sound, "So... what was all that blushing about?"
"You know it... so?"
"Oh, that was just Anya displaying her usual social grace... or perhaps disgrace... she wouldn't agree to fix things for me unless I told her exactly why I was going to be late."
"What's so blushworthy about that?" Tara batted her eyelashes, "I'm just a wholesome garden variety hippie chick."
"There's nothing garden variety about you, beautiful," Willow said, absolutely beaming, "Anyway, I'm not sure I know you well enough to repeat what she said."
"Oh come on... I promise I won't be shocked."
"Anya told me she was glad that I had a new orgasm friend." Tara practically fell down laughing, while Willow blushed to her roots.
"And on that note," Tara said, when she was finally able to speak again, "Should we get going? I don't want to get you in trouble." Willow bit her tongue too keep from making the double entendre regarding Tara's middle name. Yup, that's some trouble I wouldn't mind getting into at all.
"Sure, just let me slip into something more comfy." Willow opened the trunk of her cruiser and got out a pair of Reeboks, sitting down on the bumper to change out of her pleather nightmares. She threw the offending shoes into the back seat and began unbuttoning her shirt.
"Don't get me wrong Willow," Tara said, averting her eyes, "I really like you... but we just met a few hours ago."
"Relax... I'm wearing a wifebeater under this," Willow explained, before she realized she was being teased yet again. I'm gonna have to stay on my toes with this one. "Oh shit... damn... I really don't want to have to put that polyester monstrosity back on."
"What seems to be the pro..." Tara started to ask, then noticed that the redhead's shirt had become sheer with sweat and her pink nipples could be clearly seen through the thin material.
Willow crossed her arms over her chest, mortified. "It's not that bad is it? I mean does it really show? Can I pull it off?" Tara raised her eyebrow wickedly at the last question. Willow shook her head and laughed, "You are positively incorrigible, did you know that?"
"Absolutely... and if you don't mind... I certainly don't." Tara purred, trying very hard not to stare at Willow's perky breasts, "You're fine... damn are you ever."
"So... where is this truck anyway?" the redhead asked, trying to get Tara off her breasts. Not that having her on them would be such a bad thing. Especially those lips... Damn, what this woman does to me... I seem to have turned into one huge raging hormone... maybe I should stop by Lords of Leather on the way and pick up a chastity belt... I really don't want to go too fast and screw this up... Tara is sooo not fling material... but then again she might be leaving soon... I'd hate to miss out on a chance to... Oh God, if I don't get to make love to her I think I'll die... I wonder what it would take to get her to stay... Oh great, the estrogen induced nesting instinct is already kicking in... I'm a goner. Willow shook herself out of her internal babble and saw a pair of sapphire blue eyes staring at her questioningly. "Sorry, what did you say?"
"Follow me," Tara said seductively, as if Willow really had any choice in the matter. Yup... totally a goner.