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Secrets and Spies

Author: Tarawhipped
Rating: R
Disclaimer: All characters are property of Joss Whedon/Mutant Enemy.

Willow Rosenberg was finally asleep after one of the most confusing days of her life. Waking up that morning she had expected to see Tara sleeping next to her, but instead found a mangled pillow under her arm. After searching the house and finding it empty, she'd searched again for a letter, a note, a memo even. But there had been nothing, and she'd gone about her morning routine in a daze, barely remembering how she'd arrived at school. Her classes were no better; no matter how hard she'd tried to pay attention, her mind kept drifting to thoughts of Tara. Her afternoon had gone downhill from there. Giles hadn't hidden his displeasure at her 'lack of commitment' as he'd phrased it. She'd wanted to tell him why she was so preoccupied, but didn't think the older man would understand. So instead she'd stayed late out of guilt, and when she'd gotten home...

Tara's abrupt departure had shocked the young woman, who'd stood motionless for almost half an hour hoping the blonde would return. When she hadn't, Willow had mechanically gone about preparing her dinner, which was promptly thrown out after a few half-hearted bites. She'd wandered around the house, finally curling into a ball on the couch while her brain tried to analyze the situation in a logical, Willow-like fashion.

Maybe she's mad at me... I kinda took advantage of her - AGAIN - and this time was so much worse, with her all upset and crying, and then me with the kissing... , despite her concern over her behavior, Willow couldn't suppress the smile that spread over her face at the memory of Tara's lips on hers. But she did kiss me back... and she asked me to stay, which she wouldn't have if she didn't like me at least a little bit. I hope I didn't do something in my sleep - oh no! What if I was all with the grabby hands! OH DEAR GOD, what if I drooled?!

Willow leaped off the couch and raced to Tara's room to inspect the pillows, emerging from the room a moment later with a relieved sigh. Her thoughts about the morning appeased, she turned her fretting to the more recent departure.

It's not like she didn't talk to me at all... she seemed interested in my day, and yeah, I had to lie to her, but it's not like it was some big huge lie - like 'I'm married and have seven kids living in Idaho,' or 'I'm a secret agent spying on you' or anything. Maybe she just wanted to talk things out with Donnie - there was obviously some tension there. I'll just wait til she gets home and... but she said not to wait up... well, of course she did, cause family stuff and 'us' stuff would be a lot of stuff for one night... so I should just go to bed and I'll see her in the morning... unless she sneaks out again - ooh! I know!

The redhead hopped up to take a quick shower, eager to put her plan into effect the next day. She lay in bed, giddy and grinning. No more waiting around for Tara to talk to me - from now on I'm gonna be Action-Willow.

The bedroom door opened part way, allowing a sliver of light from the hallway to fall across Willow's prone form. The redhead stirred, propped herself up on one elbow, and focused sleepy eyes on the figure silhouetted in the doorway.

"Tara?" she whispered as the blonde closed the door behind her and glided toward the bed like a vision.

"Hi. I'm sorry if I woke you. I just didn't want to go to bed without apologizing."

Willow swallowed the lump in her throat.

"You're sorry we kissed?"

The blonde's sudden, if muted, laughter startled the redhead.

"God no - I'm sorry I left without saying anything this morning - and tonight."

Fully awake now, Willow's eyes roamed over Tara's body as it moved closer. She shifted to sit on the edge of the bed. The blonde came to a stop in front of the redhead, their legs brushing together. Willow found herself staring directly at Tara's full breasts, which rose and fell appealingly with every breath. The redhead's hands seemed to move of their own accord, grazing over thighs and hips before coming to rest on Tara's waist. Green eyes drifted up, seeking out their blue counterparts, already heavy-lidded with desire. The blonde placed her hands on Willow's shoulders and nudged a thigh in between the seated woman's knees as she leaned over to whisper huskily in her ear:

"I want you Willow. I have since the moment we met. And I can feel it Willow - you want me too. Don't you?"

The redhead whimpered her assent as she felt warm lips suck in her earlobe. She thought she would swoon when Tara's tongue began lazily tracing the outer rim of her suddenly VERY sensitive ears. While her brain was lost in a pleasure-induced haze, Willow's hands drifted over the tantalizing curves of Tara's hips and ass, caressing down firm thighs before beginning their slow ascent, taking the blonde's skirt with them. When she felt the clasps of a garter, her skilled fingers quickly released them. Slowly moving around to the front, she repeated the procedure, intoxicated by the sound of Tara moaning into her neck. She paused for just a moment to look up into the blonde's face.

"Are you sure?" she breathed.

"Oh yes," came the reply, and Willow was on her feet in an instant, grabbing the blonde and kissing her fiercely as she guided her to sit on the mattress. Kneeling in front of the bed, Willow gently placed one of Tara's feet on her thigh and ran her hands up the length of the slender leg, reaching under the skirt until her fingertips caught the edge of a silk stocking, which she slowly peeled down. Moving to the other leg, Willow looked up at Tara, whose mouth had curled into a half-smile that sent shockwaves through Willow's already electrified body. She gulped audibly.

"Something wrong, sweetie?"

"Uh, no... nothing wrong... everything is definitely of the right," Willow babbled, and instantly feared she'd spoiled the mood. The blonde continued to smile as she pulled Willow to her feet, planting a thigh on either side of the redhead's slim hips. Willow's eyes widened as she felt her nightgown being lifted up over her legs, and she silently raised her arms in anticipation. Her clothing discarded, Willow found herself pulled onto the bed and flipped onto her back while Tara moved to straddle her legs.

Willow lost all capacity for thought as she reveled in the sensations Tara lavished on her body: the tongue exploring her mouth, one hand caressing her breast, the other mapping an achingly slow path down her stomach. Just as she thought she couldn't take any more without exploding...

Willow woke with a start, sitting bolt upright and breathing heavily, several strands of damp hair clinging to her face. Her eyes darted around the room as she gradually came to the realization that it had been a dream. Emitting a low groan, she flopped back down, laying a calming hand on her heart, which continued to race wildly. Despite the early hour, she forced herself out of bed, knowing she had to be the first one out of the house this morning.

Tara's alarm clock rang at 7:00 and she quickly silenced it. Remembering that Willow didn't have class until afternoon, she hoped the redhead would sleep in. The agent dragged herself to the shower, exhausted after getting in at 2:00 a.m. Her report had gone well - Finn had been conspicuously polite as she'd relayed the information about Willow's meeting with Rupert Giles. Anxious to get into the office to see if there was any information on the man yet, she almost missed the note lying on the table next to her keys. Yawning and rubbing her still sleepy eyes, she unfolded the single sheet.

"Dear Tara,

I know you have a lot on your mind right now, and I don't want to cause you any more problems, but I really think we need to talk, and I feel like you've been all avoid-y. So I'm going to do something I've never done and skip my class today to have lunch with you. It's that important to me, as are you. I'll meet you at your office at noon.


Tara reread the letter three times, then raced around the house and yard, but the redhead had apparently managed to duck out without a sound that morning. The agent shuffled into the kitchen to make a pot of coffee, the reality of the situation slowly registering.

Willow... my office... Willow AT my office ... I'm gonna have to play stenographer today... oh crap.

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