I can't believe that I'm going to be eating dinner with Tara. I'm so excited. I'm having dinner with Cinderella. How many people can say that?
The monorail came to a stop, and Willow walked down the ramp to the shuttle buses. She got on the bus and took out her phone to call Buffy.
A very breathless Buffy answered the phone.
"I'm on my way back to the resort. I'd appreciate both of you being fully dressed when I open the door."
As she hung up the phone, the shuttle pulled into the resort. That was a shorter ride than I thought it was...
She got off the shuttle and walked through the cafeteria to the main pool area. As she walked by the pool, the big Jack in the Box came into view. Hello there, Jack. I'm going to have dinner with a princess.
Willow had a permanent grin on her face, so much so that people who walked by her stared. She finally arrived at the room after she passed the complex with the dancing brooms. She knocked twice on the door and yelled to its occupants.
"I'm coming into the room. I hope you're both dressed, and it better not smell in there, either."
When she walked into the room, she saw that Faith and Buffy were sitting on the bed watching the Disney Channel.
"I love this show. Kim Possible is the hottest cartoon chick of all time."
Buffy shrugged. "I guess so. Ron and Kim are so gonna hook up."
"What makes you say that?"
"They're best friends...on a TV show. It's the perfect set-up for romantic involvement."
Faith elbowed Buffy in the side. "Stop over-analyzing, B. It's a kid show."
Buffy hit her back. "I can do whatever I want, F."
The two girls started wrestling on the bed, but before it escalated to intense groping, Willow jumped into the bed, too.
"Hey, you two, guess what?"
"What?" They said at the same time.
"At 8 o'clock, I am going to be having dinner with the princess of my dreams."
Faith congratulated Willow. "Alright, Red. Way to get in there."
"Yeah, Will. I'm so happy for you. So, how was she?"
"Well, actually...Her sister invited me to dinner."
Faith laughed. "Wicked, Red! A two-chick deal...Is her sister hott, too?"
Buffy glared at Faith and smacked her on the back of the head.
"Hey, your wife is sitting right here."
"Hey, I was just askin', babe. You know I only have eyes for you..."
Faith kissed Buffy.
"...and Angelina Jolie."
Buffy let out a short laugh. "Well, who doesn't have eyes for her?"
Willow interjected. "I don't."
Faith guffawed. "Red, you pretty much wet your pants when we went to see Tomb Radier...And I don't mean the 'pee' kinda wet, either."
"Thank you, Faith."
"No worries, Red."
Buffy stopped the inevitable bickering between Faith and Willow before it heightened.
"So, what about Cinderella's sister. What's she like?"
"Well, she's really cool, and funny, and nice, but her bozoombas are huge!"
"Her what are huge?" Buffy asked.
Faith stared at her wife.
"Her knockers, babe."
"Oh. Wait, why were you looking at her boobs in the first place?"
"I pretty much ran straight into them when she was standing behind me. She's really tall for her age."
"How old is she?"
Faith yelled. "Geezus, Will. Robbing the cradle much?!"
"No, it's not like that. We just happened to run into each other. But I hafta say that if I were sixteen...and a guy, I go after her."
Buffy tried to change the subject. "So...now that I know that my best friend is a pedophile and my wife is egging her on, shouldn't you be getting ready for your dinner tonite?"
"Oh, yeah. I'm gonna go get a shower. Try not to start having sex while I'm in the bathroom because I do not want to see anyone else's boobs today. I think I'm on booby-overload or something..."
"...For lack of better phrasing..."
Willow disappeared into the bathroom. "Yeah yeah."
"So, Will, what are you gonna wear?"
She yelled from the bathroom over the spray of water. "Don't know. I'll find something when I get out of the shower."
Twenty minutes later, a clean glowing redhead in a towel appeared from the steaming bathroom. She began rummaging through her suitcase until Buffy interjected. "Will, it is my duty as your best friend to make sure that you're dressed perfectly tonight. And I have the perfect outfit for you to wear. So step away from your suitcase."
Willow put her hands on her hips.
"Umm.so, what's wrong with my clothes?"
Buffy picked up a fuzzy pink sweater with an embroidered cat on the front of it.
"This is what's wrong with your clothing."
Willow grabbed the ball of pink material from Buffy and held it close to her chest. "There's nothing wrong with my sweater."
Faith and Buffy stared at the redhead as she pensively frowned at them both.
"Come on, Will. Don't you want to dazzle this woman with your beauty, not make her pet your cat.And that was a lot more sexual than it sounded in my head."
Buffy blushed under the intense gaze of her wife and best friend. "Yeah, so.How about this?"
She held up a red mid-driff stretch shirt.
"Umm, Buffy, where's the rest of it?"
"This is the rest of it."
Willow's eyes bulged out of her head. "Are you insane?! I can't wear that in public. I so don't have the body for that. It's all.womanly and slutty in its simplicity."
"Hey, it's not slutty. Come on, Will. You have a great body, you just hide it under all that fuzziness and wacky colors. Try it on and put these jeans on with it."
Buffy handed her a pair of dark low-rise boot cut jeans that had a black belt with a silver buckle.
"Are you sure about this, Buffy?"
Buffy smiled at her best friend. "Yes.Now go on, you only have 23 minutes before you have to leave."
"Okay." Willow turned and walked to the bathroom to change into the outfit Buffy had picked out for her. Ten minutes later, Willow was still in the bathroom. Buffy walked up to the door and knocked on it.
"Willow, come out so we can see you."
"No! I can't believe I'm wearing this. Buffy, I can't wear this. It's too much...or not enough...or, you know what I mean! I just can't!"
Buffy sighed on the other side of the door. "Just come out so we can see what you look like."
"Fine. But I'm taking it off when you see it."
Willow slowly opened the door and walked into the room. She heard Buffy gasp and she watched Faith slowly sit up in the bed.
"Is it that bad?"
Buffy stood slack-jawed as she stared at her best friend. "Wow...Willow, you look amazing. I can't believe it. You...Wow!"
Faith stood up and started walking toward Willow. "Damn, Red. If I woulda known that was under all the crazy shit you wear, I would've gone after you, too."
As Willow blushed under the intense scrutiny of Buffy and Faith, it finally registered in Buffy's mind what her wife had just stated out loud. She reeled back and whacked Faith in the back. "God, Faith. You just had naughty thoughts about my best friend. You're such a pig!"
Faith looked at her wife as if she had grown two heads. "Buffy, you need to calm down...and get me some ice for my back because that's gonna leave a nasty ass bruise."
Buffy looked sympathetically at her wife. "Sorry, darlin'...I forget my own strength sometimes..."
Faith replied as she got into the bed and lay on her stomach. "Don't I know it..."
"Would kisses and a message help it get better?" Buffy asked hopefully.
"It sure will, babe." Buffy gave Faith a chaste kiss on the cheek.
"Okay, I'll go get you some ice. Will, since we're going in the same direction, I'll walk with you to the buses."
"I'm not wearing this!"
"Yes, you are, Willow! You look great!"
"But I feel all...not fully clothed."
"That's because you're so used to being covered with fuzzy animals..." Buffy joked.
"You know, you're not helping."
"I'm sorry, Will. How about you wear that jacket Dawn got you for Christmas? Did you bring it with you?"
"Yeah, I brought it only because Dawnie snuck it into my suitcase when I wasn't looking."
Buffy gave a proud smile. "I taught her well..."
"Yes, you should be very proud of her mad thieving and sneakiness."
Buffy laughed. "You know, you sounded a lot like Anya when you said that."
Willow groaned. "Are you trying to depress me or something?"
"Oh, come on, Willow. You are gonna be just fine. Just imagine what Cinderella is going to think when you show up lookin' all sexy..."
Willow's eyes began to glaze over as she thought about Tara. "Okay, let's go, Buffy."
Willow dragged Buffy out the door and out of the complex. "Umm, Will?"
She answered as she continued walking. "What?"
"Don't you think you should put on some shoes or something?"
Willow halted and looked down at her sock-covered feet. "Oh."
As she jogged back to the room, Buffy yelled after her. "And don't forget to grab your jacket, too!"
Willow burst through the door and grabbed her black boots and her jacket and headed right back out the door. Before she closed it, Faith called her back into the room. "Hey, Red! Wait a second..."
Faith smiled. "You do look really great."
Willow smiled back at her. "Thanks, Faith."
With that, she closed the door, and walked back to where Buffy was seated on a hammock that had a plastic statue of Donald Duck next to it.
"Hey, you ready now?"
"Yes, I believe I am."
"Okay, let's go then."
The two girls walked by the dancing brooms and the main pool.
"So, are you nervous about meeting your princess?"
Willow shrugged. "I'm not sure what I feel right now. I mean, I know that I should be nervous right now, but I'm just excited to see her and to hear her voice. It's kinda weird."
Buffy chortled. "You, my friend, have got it bad."
Willow smiled to herself. "I know..."
The girls made it to the buses at ten after seven. There was no sign of Rachel yet.
Buffy looked around at the many people boarding buses, taking their children around the resort, and those who were just enjoying the bustle of the crowd.
"Where is this kid? I wanna see those boobs you were running into..."
"They are right here."
When Buffy heard someone answer her, she immediately turned around and crashed straight into the object of her inquiry. The impact sent both girls stumbling back a few inches. Rachel was the first to recover from the incident.
She spoke in a deep pseudo-Native American tone. "Whoa there, little blonde one. You need to watch where you walk. It does not help to destroy the goods."
Buffy stared up at the tall teen-aged girl in front of her. "Holy.shit."
Rachel laughed and stuck out her hand. "It's nice to meet you, too. I'm Rachel. And you are?..."
Buffy reached out to shake the outstretched hand. "I'm Buffy.And you are very tall.and where did those come from?"
"Well, it's nice to meet you, Buffy, my father is very tall, and I'm not sure where 'those' came from, but my sister has a bigger set," she laughed lightly.
Willow's mouth went dry at the mention of Tara's breasts. I'm in soooo much trouble.
Buffy finally reenacted the part of her brain that initiated speech. "Well, this has been fun, but umm.I need to get back to the wife. So, see you guys later. Willow, could you call before you come.I mean, arrive.I mean-"
"I gotcha, Buff."
Buffy giggled nervously. "Yeah, thanks. Bye, guys."
Rachel and Willow waved to Buffy as she disappeared into the crowd.
Willow was more than a little amused at what had just unfolded before her eyes. She took one look at Rachel and they both began laughing hysterically. After a few minutes, the laughter died down, and the bus drove up to the stop. The girls stepped onto the bus, and sat in the first available seats.
"Are you ready to meet my fabulous sister?"
"I am more than ready to meet your fabulously-shaped sister."
Rachel arched an eyebrow at Willow. "Don't try to get fresh just yet, missy. You haven't been formally initiated into 'Woman who is Just Right for my Awesomely Awesome Sister' club."
Willow chuckled. "Okay then, what do I have to do?"
"You have to answer one question, and you have to be totally honest with me."
Willow gulped. "Totally honest?"
Rachel nodded. "Good. So here's the question: What is your middle name?"
Willow breathed a sigh of relief. "It's Danielle."
"Hmmm.Alright, you pass." Rachel laughed. "Man, I had you going so bad."
"You're a 'tard muffin, you know that?"
"Ooh, name calling, are we? See where bad mouthing will get you? Not in my sister's pants, if that's what you're thinking."
Willow threw a questioning glance at Rachel. "Do you two always talk so openly about...each other?"
Rachel nodded. "Yeah. At the risk of sounding like I just walked off an episode of Full House, Tara is probably the best friend I've ever had. For an older sister, she is so wonderful to me, we've never even gotten into a fight before. She's absolutely wonderful to me, and I value her more than anything in this crappy world. She's my big sister, you know? I'd do anything for her."
"That was the sweetest thing I have ever heard in my entire life. I even heard the Full House music in the background."
"I know, don't rub it in. She pretty much the only person who brings the softer side out of me. Speaking of, have you seen that movie?"
Willow was confused. "What movie are you talking about?"
"The movie The Sweetest Thing. With Cameron Diaz and Christina Applegate?
Willow stared blankly back at Rachel.
"You haven't seen that movie?! It's absolute genius! It's the way to win over my sister in the best way ever. It's her favorite movie, besides Cinderella, of course."
"You have to tell me everything you know about that movie."
"Sure thing, Willow."
For the rest of the 10 minute ride to Downtown Disney, Rachel went over all she could from the movie, including Tara's favorite part in the entire movie, The Penis Song. Willow's mind soaked up the information like a sponge, and as they pulled up to Planet Hollywood, she pretty much knew the entire storyline of the movie. As the two girls stepped off of the bus, they both looked at their watches.
"Okay, it's 7:45. Tara will be here in 10 minutes. You wanna go on and get in line?"
"Sure.as long as we can go over some more of the movie."
"Not a problem, but I think you have all that you need."
"I just want to get this perfect."
Rachel nodded her understanding, and as they talked between themselves they started walking toward the restaurant. As they passed a group of boys sitting outside of the restaurant, they started whistling and making cat calls at the girls. One of the boys came up to them trying to commence a conversation.
"Hey Rachel, are you gonna introduce me to your friend here?"
Rachel kept on walking past the group of boys and into the line for Planet Hollywood. "Go away, Donald."
"Come on, Rach." He turned to face Willow. "The name's Donnie, and may I say that you look very beautiful tonight."
"Thank you, Donald." The two girls ignored the boys and stayed facing the entrance to the restaurant.
"Who are those guys?"
"Unfortunately, the one you talked to inherited every bad gene in the Maclay bloodline."
"Do you mean he's your."
"Don't say it out loud, someone may hear you."
Willow giggled at Rachel and her atypical aversion to using the word "brother."
"He's Satan in high school senior form. He's on the drumline in the band, so he thinks that he can get any girl in the world. Just between you and me, the last four girls he dated play for the home team now, if you know what I mean."
Willow laughed. "That bad, huh?"
"Yes. And no one in the family can stand him...Which is why my parents are letting him go wherever he wants for college because he does more good far away than at home."
"Wow. Sucks for him."
"He doesn't really care. He's just happy that he doesn't have to stay in Memphis much longer."
As the girls continued their conversation, someone walked up behind Willow.
"Ah, I see that we're discussing the lovely younger brother of mine who is Donnie Maclay."
Willow stood stock still as she recognized the smooth, southern drawl of Tara's voice.
Rachel went straight to her sister and gave her a big hug. "Hey, Tara."
"Well, I missed you, too."
Rachel let go of her sister. "Tara, this is Willow."
Tara turned toward the girl. "It's nice to meet you-Wow."
Tara gave the beautiful woman in front of her a dazzling smile and a small blush. "S-Sorry. I didn't m-mean--"
"It's okay, Tara. It's nice to meet you, too. In person.without you in a carriage." Willow cringed at her words. Geez, Willow. Way to start off the night. Sometime, you just shouldn't say words.
Tara stuck out her hand for Willow to shake. As their hands connected, both women gasped lightly at the amazing warmth in each other's hand. They stared into each other's eyes, and both had the same thought. I am in a world of trouble.