Willow was in awe of the magnificent beauty standing before her. I can't believe I'm standing in front of her right now. She's even more gorgeous up close...And look! She wearing a 'Vote for Pedro' shirt...that is very taut around the chest area...Oh, boy...Rachel so wasn't joking...They're bigger, alright. I'm ogling right now, and I don't even care, and I'm still holding her hand...very soft hands...nice hands...oh, where I could put those hands...Someone stop me!
Rachel's voice broke through her thoughts. "Okay, ladies! Enough small talk, let's get to da eating."
Tara and Willow were shaken out of their worlds. They slowly let their hands drop to their sides, instantly yearning for the simple contact to return.
The three girls walked up the stairs to the entrance with Rachel leading the way and Willow bringing up the rear. As they ascended the stairs, Willow had an unobstructed view of Tara's backside. She wore a tight denim jacket with matching tight jeans. Willow's mouth went straight to desert mode as she watched the sway of Tara's ass as she walked up the stairs. Help me God...
AS Willow continued to stare at Tara's ass, Rachel turned around to talk to them.
"Line stopped, ladies."
Willow, however, did not get the message as she continued walking up the stairs, right into Tara's rear, the rear that she was currently caressing in her mind.
The force knocked Tara into Rachel, who caught her sister before she fell onto the stairs.
Willow stared wildly at the two girls and then began apologizing profusely.
"Oh my god! I am so sorry. I didn't mean to. We were walking and then we weren't. My mind was somewhere else and I wasn't paying attention. I am so sorry, Tara. Are you okay?"
Tara smiled at Willow. "I'm okay." She added in a mock serious tone. "But it better not happen again."
Willow grinned and sighed in relief. "Okay."
When Rachel turned back around to keep their place in line, Tara turned to Willow.
"At least not in front of my little sister." She winked at Willow and turned back to walk up the staircase.
Willow was frozen in place. She just said that I could walk into her butt all I wanted! Yay for me! She was flirting with me...in public. Yes! I'm doing my happy dance. This is great! Go me, it's my birthday!
While Willow was singing in her head, Rachel spun around to talk to her sister. Words weren't really needed, so Rachel lifted her eyebrows in Willow's direction. Tara gave a thumbs-up to her, and leaned forward and whispered.
Rachel and her sister shared a smile and turned to face Willow, who was currently in the middle of her happy dance. They both giggled at the redhead, who was oblivious to her audience. As Willow turned back around, she saw Rachel and Tara laughing at her. Willow blushed.
"What? I like this song..."
Tara looked at the redhead and began bending down, giving Willow a view of Tara's chest. Willow was unable to look away from the breasts almost at eye level. Oh, sweet Lord in Heaven...
When Tara looked at Willow, she gave her a half grin and said, "Willow, there is no music."
Willow, who was still in her breast-induced trance, only heard the words "no" and "music." She semi-responded to Tara's statement.
"Umm...There's the music in my head."
Tara took Willow's chin in her hand, and lifted the redhead's wandering eyes to her own.
"What are you looking at?"
Willow gulped and smiled weakly. " Umm...Your shirt. I love Napoleon Dynamite."
Tara gave Willow one of her famous sexy half-grins. "I'm glad."
With that, she released Willow's chin and turned back to the now moving line.
Willow blew out a breath she didn't know she was holding. She couldn't believe what was happening to her. Rachel neglected to tell me that her sexy sister was also a big sexy tease...
Finally, the girls made it to the front entrance of the restaurant. A waitress took them to a another waiting line on the second floor. Willow was in awe of the immense size of the restaurant and the amount of old movie props placed around it walls and ceiling. As she walked up the stairs, she saw Winifred Sanderson's dress from the movie Hocus Pocus.
Everything was so captivating to Willow that she didn't know Tara was walking behind her until she felt a soft touch on the small of her back. She turned to see a beautiful smiling face with amazing blue eyes staring at her.
"It's cool, isn't it?"
Willow looked around some more. "Yeah, it is. I've never seen anything like it..."
"Yeah, that's how I f-felt when I came down here to work. Everything w-was so new and different. It was...magical."
Green eyes bored into blue. Willow and Tara stood at the top of the staircase, staring into each other's eyes. Willow began to smile as she looked into Tara's eyes.
Tara giggled self-consciously and looked back at the redhead. "W-What is it?"
Willow smiled. "You have the most beautiful blue eyes I have ever seen."
Tara blushed and looked away with a grin on her face.
"Thank you, Willow."
The redhead chuckled lightly at Tara. Tara rose an eyebrow in question.
"What's so funny?"
"I like the way you say my name. That accent gives it something...cute."
Tara laughed. "Riiiight."
Willow grinned at the beautiful blonde woman before her. I could so get used to seeing that face everyday for a very long time...
Willow noticed that Rachel had gone missing in action.
"You know, this may seem a bit random, but where did Rachel go?"
Tara turned to look for her sister. "I-I'm not entirely sure where she is...She didn't say she was going anywhere. Maybe she's i-in the restroom or something."
The girls were still waiting for a table, so Willow stayed in the line while Tara went to check for Rachel in the restroom. After a few minutes, Tara returned without Rachel.
"I don't know where she went. S-She usually doesn't just disappear like this..."
"I'm sure she's fine, Tara. Hey, maybe she went down to the gift shop...You know, to get a shirt or, or a keychain. One can never have enough chains."
Tara smiled. "I'll have to agree with you about the chains. Almost every pair of jeans she owns has some kind of something hanging from them. She's very much into the bondage..."
Tara let her statement sink in, keeping her eyes on the redhead. Willow nodded her head until Tara's words made it to her ears.
Tara laughed at her outburst. "It was a joke, Willow. You are so easy."
Willow pouted and crossed her arms over her chest. "I'm not easy. I'm a very complex individual. Look at my outfit!"
"I'm sure you are." Tara grinned at Willow and her cute tantrum.
"I know you know."
The girls were enjoying their time alone as they waited for a table and for Rachel to return from wherever she had gone.
Pretty soon, they were next in line. As the people in front of them were taken to their table, the waitress greeted them.
"Willow and Tara, correct?"
The two women eyed the waitress suspiciously. She just smiled and explained herself. As she began speaking, she pointed to Tara.
"I believe your sister, Rachel, has told me that she has left and that you two should still have dinner, so your table is right this way."
Willow and Tara glanced at each other as they both followed the waitress to their table. The waitress waited until they were seated to bid them goodnight. An awkward silence passed between Tara and Willow as they searched their brains for something to talk about. Tara was the one to break the silence.
"I'm going to severely maim my sister..."
Willow laughed at the first words spoken after the uncomfortable silence passed.
"Why would you do that?"
"Because she's a sneaky little something..."
Willow nodded her head in agreement. "I understand. My best friend's little sister is the same way. I'm almost certain that they would get along great."
"How old is she?"
"She's sixteen, also."
Tara smirked to herself. "I can see t-the trouble those two could get into..."
"We will definitely be putting out fires and cleaning up messes in the very near future."
Both girls giggle at Willow's joke. As their laughter died down, Tara questioned Willow about her life.
"So w-where exactly are you from?"
Willow answered sarcastically. "The wonderful city of Sunnydale, California. I heard that you have some family in Sunny D, too."
Tara smiled. "Yes, m-my cousin Devon and his family. Y-You must have been talking with my sister for a while."
"I was. She's a pretty cool kid...Sort of on the tall side, though."
"That she is. Our dad is tall. He's about 6'4"."
"He only...twelve inches taller than me. I'm sure I could take him."
Willow watched Tara's face as she laughed. It was the most angelic thing she had ever witnessed with her own two eyes. Tara noticed Willow's distant look. She laid her hand atop the redhead's, waking her from her daydream.
"A-Are you okay, Willow?"
Willow focused on the sapphire orbs, filled with care and concern.
"Yeah, I'm fine. It just gets kind of busy up here sometimes, you know?" She tapped her temple.
Tara's curiosity was piqued, so she questioned further. "What were you thinking about?"
Without thinking, Willow answered.
Tara's eyes widened in surprise. She hadn't thought that the redhead would actually answer her question.
Willow caught the slight stutter in Tara's words, and she immediately felt sorry for making the blonde uncomfortable.
"God, Tara, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to make you nervous. Geez, I'm so stupid. I shouldn't have said-"
Willow stopped in mid-sentence to look up at Tara's face. She had a slight grin creeping across her pleasant face.
"You didn't make me nervous...I just wasn't expecting y-you to say you were thinking about me of all things. It was a good thing, don't worry."
Willow sighed in relief as Tara's words of reassurance reached her ears. She all of a sudden felt childish for her outburst, but she said the only thing she could as the sight of Tara's face turned her brain into putty.
At that moment, the waitress showed up to take their orders.
"Hi, ladies. Sorry about the wait. What can I get you to drink?"
Willow and Tara both answered.
The waitress nodded and set out on her quest for water.
As they waited for the waitress to bring their waters back, Tara took out her cell phone. When she looked at the screen, she saw that she had a voice message. I know I didn't put my phone on silent...
She pushed the "listen" button to hear the message. Willow watched Tara's expressions go from a perturbed frown to a cute half-grin.
Hey, sexy beast! I'm sneaky, huh? I managed to take your phone, put it on silent, tell the hostess I was leaving, and leave before you even noticed I was gone. Man, I'm good. You were too intent on giving Willow a public boob show that neither of you noticed little ole me. But I'm glad. I really like her, Tara. Don't mess this one up...No pressure, though. I really think she's worth it. She's funny, cute, and very easy...I had her going a couple of times. It was great. But anyways, call me after your dinner with Willow. Love you, big sister. Ciao.
As Tara hung up her phone, the waitress returned with their water.
"There you go, ladies. Are you ready to order your meals?"
Willow answered. "Can we have a few more minutes, please?"
"Sure. I'll be back." She walked away to wait on another table.
Willow turned to face Tara. "Was that Rachel?"
"Yes. She s-said she didn't feel well, so she left."
"Yes. She apologized f-for leaving without notice."
"That's good. So she's okay?"
"Yeah...Now it's time to eat. I didn't get a lunch break today...Disney doesn't know how to take care of a princess..."
Willow laughed. "So how long have you been working down here as Cinderella?"
"Well, I've been working here every summer since after I graduated from high school. I've been Cinderella for almost six months now. It's been very interesting. I've been proposed to by so many 7-year-olds, it's not even funny."
Well, I definitely can't blame them for trying..."
Tara blushed furiously at Willow's comment.
"Come on, Willow. I'm not that pretty."
"No, you are."
Tara looked up to smiling green eyes that were filled with admiration and happiness.
"From the first time I laid eyes on you, I thought you were the most beautiful woman I had ever seen." I thought some other stuff, too, but that's for me to know, and you to show me...Geez, I'm bad.
Tara wore a sad smile on her face. "No one's ever called me beautiful before...It's always been 'Hey, you're hot' or 'Nice rack' or-"
Willow choked on her water when she heard Tara say "Nice rack." She finally calmed herself and wiped the water from her mouth.
"Are you okay?"
Willow glanced at Tara for a second before staring a hole into her water glass.
"I'm fine, I just got a little choked is all."
"Oh, okay. I-I really don't like it when other people t-talk about my body parts," Tara said as she blushed.
A voice from behind startled Willow. "Are you ladies ready to order?"
Willow nodded at Tara to signal that she should go ahead and order.
"I'll just have a caesar salad with no dressing, please."
The waitress finished writing and turned to Willow, who still had her head buried in the menu.
"Ummm...I think I'll just have a cheeseburger...well done, please."
"Okay. We'll have that out as fast as we can."
As the waitress left, Willow turned to Tara.
"So, where were we?"
"We w-were discussing my horrible dating habits."
"Well, I feel very special to be sitting at this table with the most beautiful woman in this building."
Willow felt her heart melt at the sight of Tara smiling at her. But she wanted to keep the conversation going, so she chose to ask Tara a question.
"So, where are you from?"
"Well, actually, I-I was born in Sunnydale, but I only lived there for about 5 years. M-My dad was in some secret military thingie called The Initiative."
Willow's face paled. "Your dad worked for The Initiative?"
"You know about them?"
"Darn tootin'. My friends and I have had a few run-ins with them. And my friend Buffy dated someone from the Initiative."
"Oh...Well, my dad left when he found out they had a darker purpose for their experimentations. So, he w-was restationed to Millington military base near Memphis, TN. And that's where I grew up. Over the years, my p-parents decide that I needed siblings, so that's where Donnie and Rachel come into the picture. So, here endeth my life story. W-What about you? Do you have any siblings?"
Willow shook her head. "Nope. Just little old me. My parents were pretty much workaholics throughout my childhood. I don't think they could have handled another child."
"Oh, I'm s-sorry, Willow."
"It's okay. I'm pretty much over it. I got through childhood with minimal scarring."
"I...guess that's good."
"It's all kinds of good. I'm sure there are lots more people who've had it worse than I have. I consider myself lucky to have parents who provided for me, even though they weren't around that much."
Tara nodded her head at Willow's words. That was the sweetest thing I've ever heard. She is too adorable for words. I could definitely get used to hearing her voice...
Willow, however, was in panic mode. I can't believe I just told her that...Way to make her pity your very existence. I feel an awkward silence coming on. Damn, I need to change the subject now!...Ooh! Movies! Yay, dazzle her with my knowledge of her favorite movie!
"So, enough about my boring life, what about something fun? What's your all-time favorite movie? Well, besides Cinderella."
Tara laughed. "Can't argue with that one. I'd have to say it's The Sweetest Thing. H-Have you seen it?"
"I love Christina Applegate. She's really hot. My favorite part is the Penis Song. It's definitely not my favorite body part, but song wise...It's pretty funny."
Tara gave Willow a smile. "That is so weird. It's my favorite part, too. Y-You should come to my apartment t-this week to watch it with me."
Willow thought about the prospect of getting alone time with Tara again...And in her apartment. In her head, Willow was weighing the pros and cons of the impending endeavor. She figured there were more pros than cons, so she agreed.
"It's a date...I mean, if you want it to be. I mean, I have no problem with it not being a date because actually it is a date with you know...a month and a year and the like, but not a date date with food, kisses, and gay love, and I can't believe I just said that out loud, so just shoot me...Oh god."
Tara gazed at the redhead in amusement. She could sense Willow's distress, so she decided to lighten the load a bit.
"I recall saying that as long as my little sister isn't around, it will be just fine with me."
Willow looked up at Tara to see a sexy grin spread across her full lips. Willow could not believe this was happening to her. This is crazy, but definitely a good kind of crazy. I've only dreamed of this moment since...well, since this morning at the parade, but still...wow.
All of a sudden, Willow felt that she should ask the blonde formally.
"Would you object if I asked you to go on an actual date with me on Wednesday night?"
Tara looked very pleased. "Of course, I will. But I have to work that night, and it takes a while for me to get out of all that make-up. What about Thursday night?"
"Even better. Maybe we could head to Pleasure Island. It looks like fun from this view."
"It is fun. I went w-with one of my friends. She plays The Queen. She's a great person and we had a lot of fun. It was a blast."
Willow looked aghast. "Did you just say that you had fun with Cordelia Chase? Did you say it out loud? Did you mean to say it at all?"
Tara was taken aback by the bombardment of questions that were thrown at her.
"I take it that you know her?"
"We went to high school together. She was everything but nice to me. We didn't really get along at all. She was Cordy, came with the Cordettes, you know? I was president of the 'We Hate Cordelia' club. My best friend Xander was the treasurer."
"X-Xander? I remember that name. Cordelia used to talk about him all the time. I-I think they broke sometime in high school before she came down here."
Willow blanched at the mention of the break-up. Tara noticed it, but decided that she wouldn't say anything about it. "She used to t-talk about the red haired bookworm who caused the end--"
"It was a fluke!" Willow shouted out, drawing the attention of neighboring tables. She blushed furiously.
Tara studied the redhead for a moment. It baffled her mind that the sweet and cute girl in front of her caused a devastating break-up. Willow chanced a look at Tara and saw the sadness creeping over her features. Willow, at the point of tears, tried to explain herself. "Tara, it was a mistake. I'm not like that, really. I'm gay now. I didn't mean for that to happen. We were trapped in that house, and we thought we were gonna die, so of course we did the dumbest thing in the universe. Cordelia and Oz came to save us, and--"
"Oz?! Y-You're the Willow? I-I don't know why I didn't realize it b-before. I'm sure t-there aren't many Willows around these parts."
Tara let a small smile escape, but it quickly turned into a sad one. "He really l-loved you.I can see why."
Willow looked up to Tara again and saw a little smile began to grow back. "I'm sorry. I promise you I'm not a home-wrecking slut bomb."
Tara let a little laugh escape. "I-It's okay. What you do is y-your business. And 'Slut bomb?' You sound like Rachel when she described my ex-girlfriends."
"Well, how many girlfriends have you had?"
"A lady never reveals her conquests." Tara smirked at Willow.
Willow retorted. "That many, huh?"
Willow ducked as a sugar packet went whizzing by her head. She looked up to see a bright smile flash across Tara's lips and the most angelic laugh rise from her throat. The sight gave Willow a renewed spirit for the rest of the night. A new wave of courage rose within her. "You should smile like that more often. It makes your face glow."
Tara smiled shyly back at the redhead. "Willow, I-I think you're the first date who has commented o-on something other than my other.assets." Tara blushed deeply as she said the word "assets."
"Is that a good thing?" Because you probably wouldn't be saying that if you could have heard my thoughts earlier today.
"It's a really good thing.maybe even a great thing."
They once again shared a smile. They couldn't get enough of smiling at each other. Willow suddenly got a whiff of cow. Walking toward her was the waitress with their food.
"Cheeseburger and salad. Enjoy, ladies." She smiled and walked to another table.
Tara and Willow ate their food in a comfortable silence. After their meal, Willow asked for the check.
"No, Willow, I s-should pay for my own."
"No, I don't mind. It's the least I can do...You've graced me with your presence this evening. I insist."
Tara relented. "Well, if you insist."
"I do." Willow gave her card to the waitress, but the waitress gave it back.
"Your meals have been paid for already."
Tara asked. "By whom?"
The waitress looked at the ticket. "Ummm...a Rachel Maclay. Enjoy your evening ladies. Thanks for coming."
They walked down the stairs to the bottom floor and then to the outside. They both looked at each other.
"I had a fun-"
"Thanks for staying-"
They both giggled as they began speaking at the same time.
"So, I'll see you on Thursday night then?"
Willow nodded. "Thursday it is. Goodnight, Tara."
The girls walked in opposite directions, Willow to the shuttles and Tara to her car.
As they walked away, both were trapped in their own thought.