TITLE: Finding the Lights
AUTHOR: Taranwillow4ever
CHAPTER RATING: PG-13
DISCLAIMER: Willow, Tara and any other characters from the Buffy the Vampire Slayer franchise belong to Joss Whedon, FOX. I get no money, just the joy of writing
SUMMARY: Spending the winter vacation at school has some benefits.
SPOILERS: AU, no demons, no hellmouth..a little magic....
Thoughts in italics
As soon as Willow’s last exam was finished, she rushed to her room, grabbed the book that she had saved as a treat for herself, and lay down on the cushions of the window seat of the main room of the suite she shared. One of her roommates, Karen, came into the room and stood over Willow.
“I can’t believe you are reading. I don’t plan to pick up another book until I come back after Christmas break.”
“I like to read, plus this isn’t like school work reading, this is just for fun.” She showed the cover of the book
100 Celtic Myths .
“Doesn’t look fun to me, but whatever floats your boat.” The girl paused, and asked, “So what are you doing for the Christmas break Willow?”
Willow knew that this question was not an honest one. She knew that Karen must be feeling really bored if she was engaging in inane conversation with Willow. All three of her roommates, but especially Karen, had made it perfectly clear that she was an interloper, and that they had no interest in Willow’s life. Before Willow had moved into the room in October, the other three had utilized Willow’s part of the suite as an informal hanging out space and place to take phone calls that they did not want to share with the entire group. They were crystal clear about their hope that the fourth bed would have remained vacant. Willow knew that Karen, Lisa and Meg had become inseparable friends ever since they had started at The Academy when they were freshmen. Now as juniors, they felt that they owned the school and deserved not to have to have a fourth roommate.
“My parents are in Switzerland, so I am staying a working at the library. I’ll be staying at Hillcock House with the other people who can’t go home or are staying to work.”
“That should be interesting. Just watch out, I hear that all the lesbians live there. Watch your back. Well, I am out of here as soon as Meg is finished with her exams. Her family and mine are going to meet at Vail for Christmas. I heard that it is beautiful and the skiing is incredible.
“That would be good. I hope you have a good time.” Willow went back to her reading, and Karen got up to make sure that she had packed everything that she wanted.
The sun began to lower into the horizon and Willow figured that she might as well get ready to move herself. She didn’t have to be out of the dorm until the next day, but had been told that she could move as soon as exams were over, and officially, exams were over at now 4:00 December 20th. It wasn’t like packing was that big of a deal, all she had were the clothes that she had come with, her laptop, and her personal hygiene stuff. It took all of five minutes to put them all into her large bag. Willow went down to the dining hall and got some dinner.
There were hardly any other students in the dining hall, just a loud group of basketball players, she’d heard that they were going to some tournament on Christmas Eve and were staying in one of the dorms to practice, and a few other stragglers similar to her. There was a guy from her Chemistry Class sitting with one other kid, and in the far corner was a blond haired girl. Willow looked at the girl, who seemed engrossed in her book. She didn’t remember ever seeing this girl before, but that wasn’t too odd; since she’d arrived in the middle of the semester, she’d pretty much focused on studying. Most of the cliques were already formed at the beginning of the fall semester if not during the fall semester of their freshman year. Willow discovered quickly, that it was a very insular community and that most of the students had been attending The Academy since they were in freshmen. The only people who seemed to give her the time of day were the “computer and science geeks”, but even they had their alliances and most of them only talked to Willow when they thought she could give them something or help them with their homework.
Willow looked closer at the girl, the feeling in her stomach made her very aware that she had not seen this girl before. This girl was gorgeous; Willow knew that if she’d seen her, she’d have remembered it. She saw the girl look up, and she quickly looked down and focused on spreading the cube of butter on her roll. When she looked up again, after she finished her dinner, the girl was gone.
Willow went back to her dorm and grabbed her bag. She then walked across the campus to the row of houses that were once faculty housing, but now were prime non-dorm housing. Groups of students would band together over a theme, and petition to live in the houses. The theme of Hillcock House was saving the environment. Willow looked down at the paper she’d received from campus housing and saw that she was assigned to live in room 202. Willow hoped to herself that if this was a double or triple, that her winter roommates would be a little more welcoming to her than her suitemates were.
Willow walked into the house. At the landing there was a large staircase. Willow looked to her right and saw several comfortable chairs in front of a fireplace. To the left was a big table with a large bowl of fruit on it. There didn’t seem to be anyone there, so Willow walked up the stairs and found her room. She was pleased to discover that it was small single with an alcove looking out over the soccer fields. It seemed that the regular inhabitant had cleared out most of her belongings, so Willow placed her bag on the desk chair, put her laptop on the empty desk and sat down on the unmade bed. Campus housing had left her a set of sheets, a pillow and two blankets. The room was not very warm, and Willow was thankful that she’d brought her own quilt as well. She figured that she might stay warm enough. She was unpacking her clothes when she heard a tap on her door. Willow opened the door and found herself face to face with the beautiful blond haired girl.
Willow looked into the clear blue eyes that were slightly higher than her own. She must have looked like a deer in the headlights, because the girl said, “Did I scare you?”
Willow shook her head and got her brain back inside. “No…sorry, I just didn’t expect anyone to knock on my door.”
The girls stood there staring at each other for what felt like minutes, but most likely was only 30 seconds. Willow broke the silence by thrusting out her hand and saying, “Hi. I’m Willow Rosenberg.”
The girl met her hand with her own soft one, “I’m Tara, Tara Maclay, and I was just knocking to introduce myself.
“Hi.” Willow shivered.
“Are you cold?”
“Sort of.”
“One of the draw backs of this house is that they keep the thermostat kinda low. That whole conserving fossil fuels and ‘you can always put on a sweater mentality. You want to go downstairs. It is usually warmer, and once all the rest of the students are gone, I think the house parents are going to let us light the fire. It makes it a lot warmer.”
“Sounds like you’ve lived here before.”
“Yeah, the last three winter breaks.”
“So you can show me the ropes then…”
“Most definitely.” Tara smiled a rather lopsided smile that was incredibly beguiling.
The two girls walked down to the living room. There were three other girls there who were playing a game of Scrabble.
“Better not bother them, they are Scrabble fiends. Their names are Xita, Kajun and Foomatic. They stay here during the holidays too.”
“Do you all work in the library?”
“Xita, Foomatic and I do, but Kajun is a research assistant for the psychobiology lab. She takes care of the rats during the break.”
“EWW” said Willow.
“They are not that bad. She sometimes brings a few of them over to the house. They are just little white things. She always keeps them in their cage.”
“Good,” said Willow looking relieved.
The two girls sat down on the couch and began watching TV. The
Charlie Brown Christmas Special was on.”
“Cool this is my favorite holiday special. My friend Xander used to be able to dance like the characters. I love Linus, I can so relate to him.”
“Me too.”
They were silent. Willow was very aware of the fact that the girl was sitting very near to her. She could practically feel the heat radiating off her body. Willow felt herself flush as she thought about this girl’s body and how she wanted to sit even closer to her.”
Chill Rosenberg Willow had always known she was different. At first it was because she was Jewish in a predominantly Catholic town, then because she and her parents traveled all of the time for her Dad’s work and she rarely stayed in one school for more than a year. But over the course of the past year, Willow realized what was the most different about her, she was gay. This was not something that she had ever talked about. She hadn’t even told her best friend Xander. She certainly did not tell her parents. Since she’d been little, she’d been indoctrinated about she would marry a nice Jewish man after she got her PhD. Several times Willow had pondered if she could avoid this fate by just not ever getting a PhD. But Willow loved school, she loved learning, and she was somewhat of a computer genius, so she figured that she would eventually get her PhD. She’d deal with the nice Jewish boy some other way.
Willow had experienced attraction to girls before, but the sensations that she was experiencing at the moment were amplified by a factor of 10. There was something about this girl that was enervating her nerves. She could hardly pay attention to the TV due to her awareness of the girl.
Tara. Willow felt her palms getting sweaty, her heart was racing, and she feared that she was probably turning red. She hoped that Tara didn’t notice.
It must be something about reading about all those Celtic goddesses. That is it, this girl looks just like what I imagine a Celtic goddess…it is not her, it is just my overactive imagination about the goddesses. Willow couldn’t fool herself. It was about this girl. She was viscerally attracted to her. Willow felt the urge to run outside.
Well, that would look strange. It is 30 degrees out, and I want to go outside. I know, I’ll go out and get some food. Maybe if I go for a walk and clear my head, I’ll get a grip on my pheromones . Willow finished watching the show and then quietly excused herself. On her way out, she bumped into the house parent.
“Hi, you’re Willow Rosenberg, right?”
“Yes sir.” Said Willow putting out her hand, ”How did you know?”
“Well, I’d like to say I was a psychic or a very gifted academic, you are the only student staying the holiday who I don’t know, so I see a girl I don’t know, it must be you. “ Willow smiled at the man.
“Rosenberg…are you Jewish?”
“Uh huh”
“Are you observant? Do you celebrate Hanukah?”
“No sir, not very observant, Yes sir do celebrate Hanukah.”
“Well, that is great. I love when our group is more multicultural. My only request is that you light the candles in the kitchen or living room. It makes me nervous when people have fire in their rooms.”
“No problem, I’ll bring my menorah downstairs. It is the sixth day, so I’ll only have to do it for three more days. “
“Sound good. Now where are you off to this late at night?” He looked at his watch. “Well, I guess it is not that late. This sun going down at 4:30 makes me feel like it is late at 7:00. Remember curfew is at 10pm.”
“No problem sir. I was just running down the street to get something from the store. I’ll be back way before 10.”
“Can I join you?” Willow heard a voice coming from behind her. She turned around to see that Tara was requesting to go with her.
Shit now I will really have to go to the store, I was just going to walk around “Sure, no problem. I just have to go upstairs and get my coat and we can get going.”
“Sounds good.”
Willow went up to her room, grabbed her jacket and wallet, and came downstairs. Tara was waiting for her. She was wrapped up in a warm shawl and gloves.
They walked out of the house and silently headed for the local grocery store. Tara broke the silence asking “So why are you staying during vacation, if you don’t mind me asking. Most people want to get out of here as soon as possible.”
“No I don’t mind. My parents are in Europe and I don’t have anywhere else to go. I am an only child born to only children. No relatives. What about you?”
“Um…I am a scholarship student and I can’t afford to go home, not that I would anyway if I could. I got this scholarship to get away from my father.”
“How come?”
“It is complicated.”
Willow sensed a sadness in the girl. She noted that she’d only mentioned her father. She was dying to ask where her mother was, but knew that it would be rude. Willow hoped that Tara would volunteer the information, but she did not.
They came to an intersection and Willow started to walk down one of the lanes when she sensed Tara going down another.
“Oh, did you not know that Abby Road is a short cut to the store?”
“No I’ve always gone Rigby Lane.”
“Abby is a little shorter”
“Cool.” Willow caught up with the beautiful blond goddess and walked beside her.
Once Willow got to the store, she realized that she would have to buy something, and most likely should look like she had plans about what she was going to buy. She walked to the cereal aisle and picked out a box, then moved on to the milk and fruit. She met up with Tara at the checkout stand. She was only buying a banana.
“Big shopping trip, eh?”
Tara blushed. “Can I be honest?”
Willow shrugged, “sure”
“I just wanted to take a walk and get to know you. Is that creepy.”
Far from creepy, actually kinda cool. I’d like to get to know her too. .
Willow found herself looking down at Tara’s chest. She had put her shawl over her arm, and Willow was able to get a good look at her. She was very well endowed, something much different from Willow herself. Willow began to fantasize about what they would feel like …warm..soft..smooth. [/i] Willow looked up and saw Tara staring at her.
“Do you like what you are looking at.”
“Huh?”
“Nothing.”
Shit, she caught me staring. She must think I am some sort of a freak. The first person who seemed interested in getting to know me and I ruin it by staring at her chest. Ok, awkward silence…say something Rosenberg. “Sorry I just sort of space out sometimes. Did I make you uncomfortable?”
“No. I just….”
“What?”
“Nevermind”
“What?”
“It is not important. We better get back. It is getting cold. I wonder if it is going to snow tonight?”
“Maybe, it kind of feels like it”
They walked back in silence, Willow chastising herself for staring at the girl. They were almost to the house when Tara asked, “So this Xander guy, is he your boyfriend?”
“Xander, NO..ick…he is like a brother to me. NO.” Willow shook her head to try to get the idea out of her head.
“Oh…” said Tara softly. Willow saw the slightly off center smile from the girl again.
“Why do you want to know?”
“I don’t want to freak you out.”
“Um…Tara not much freaks me out. Un freakoutable girl here.” Willow pointed to herself.
“Nevermind.”
Willow could tell that the girl was feeling awkward, so she allowed her to opt out of her comment. Willow sensed a feeling of electricity in her body again, it made her stomach flip and she felt a happy kind of anxiety.
What if she wants to know if I am gay? What if she saw me staring at her…what if she doesn’t cre? What if she feels this electricity too? Calm down Rosenberg. Don’t let your head get ahead of you. She probably just was making conversation…but what would freak me out? The willowbabble echoed through her head.
“Earth to Willow. We are back at the house.” Tara said as Willow began to walk past it. “What were you thinking about?”
“Nothing.”
“Well, that is a lie if I ever heard one.”
“Nothing important.”
“I have the feeling that the thoughts inside your head are never not important. You do know that you are infamous here. Girl genius transfers to out lowly academy. Some of my classmates talk about how you are amazing in your knowledge of science and math. I heard that the Calculus teacher has to read ahead to be prepared to answer your questions.”
“Huh? I didn’t know that anyone even noticed me. Nobody ever talks to me, except to ask for help on homework they don’t understand.”
“Well, I have also heard that you are kind of quiet and aloof.”
“Um…anyone who says that does not really know me. Babbler I am.”
“I am guessing nobody has tried to get to know you. This is a really insular community. People don’t seem to reach out to the new kids.”
“Is that what you are doing? Reaching out to a new kid?” This came out more harshly than she expected and she could see that Tara took it personally.
Willow reached out and took Tara’s hand. A shock of electricity sparked between their hands. “Sorry, the whole friendship thing is kinda a sore subject. People have not made it easy on me here.”
“I can imagine. They are not that nice to the scholarship kids either. I can’t tell you the number of people who have made fun of me because I have to work at both the cafeteria and the library. But I really want to get to know you. There is something about you that….”
“What?”
“I feel like I have known you longer than just the last few hours. I don’t mean it to sound corny but it is like I knew you in a past life or something. Do you get it or am I being really weird?”
“No…” Willow paused, “I get it. I feel really…um…really comfortable with you…it is kind of like I’ve known you before…”
“I believe in that stuff. That is what I was going to tell you awhile ago. I am Wiccan and I sort of get these feelings about people immediately when I meet them, and I got this feeling that we were going to be good friends. Is that strange?”
Willow smiled. “No, not strange at all…in fact I feel the same way.”
“Cool.”
They walked into the house, Willow put her food in the refrigerator; and then went up to get her menorah. Tara stood in the kitchen while Willow lit the candles and said the blessings. They stood there in the dark kitchen, the glow illuminating their faces for a few minutes. After Tara yawned widely, Willow put the menorah on a piece of aluminum foil in the kitchen sink and they both went upstairs to go to bed.
Willow found herself thinking about Tara and how she had felt the electric courant go through her body when she had touched Tara’s gloved hand, she wondered what would occur if their bare hands had actually made contact. Willow had experienced crushes before, but this one hit a new high. She practically saw stars when she looked at Tara. She’d had to keep her hands firmly in her pocket due to her urge to take her hand almost the entire way home. Willow thought about how the streetlight in front of the house had made Tara’s hair sparkle, and how her crooked smile made her tingle throughout her torso. The feelings that she was having made her understand some of the things she had read. Prior to this, she had not really understood the feelings that authors described, but now, she had some insight. Willow fell asleep thinking about Tara and woke up with the same thought.
The threat of a snow storm had not been realized when Willow woke up. The sky remained grey and it was cold outside. Willow was thankful that the library was heated and was psyched to find that she could talk to Tara episodically when she went to the main desk to get books to be restacked. They ate lunch together and then walked home when the library closed.
When they got home Tara asked Willow if she was interested in seeing her holiday tradition, and suggested that they combine their worship and bring the menorah outside. She told her to dress warmly because they would be outside for awhile. Willow had not brought any long underwear, so she put her candy cane stripped tights underneath her jeans and put on a tee shirt, turtleneck, sweater, scarf, hat and coat. She went into the kitchen and got her menorah and met Tara at the door.
Tara was wearing her wool shawl as well, but instead of her typical long skirt, she too had on jeans, a sweater, scarf, hat and gloves. In her hand was a basket. She could see a few long white candles and some fir boughs, but wasn’t sure what else was in the large wicker basket. They walked down the street toward the woods. As soon as they were past the other occupied houses, Tara took Willow’s hand and led her into a secluded glen.
Willow could never have told you how to get to this glen. Her focus was on how the girl was holding her hand. At the glen were several logs arranged around a pit. Tara told Willow to sit down on one of the logs and provided her with a pillow from her basket. Willow watched as Tara sprinkled salt around the area making a circle. At the top, bottom and sides she could see that Tara was reciting some sort of blessing subvocally. Once she was done, Tara pulled out another cushion.
“This is the place where a few of my other friends who are Wiccan and I do our rituals. Do you know anything about the solstice?”
“A little, I know that most of the other winter festivals are based on the pagan solstice rituals, and that the Christians don’t like to acknowledge it, but a lot of their customs are actually pagan. I know that it is all about light and the shortest day of the year, and wanting to make sure that the sun comes back.”
“That is the gist. What we will do is to put our candles in the middle of the circle. We can take turns lighting the candles and then we will sit here until either they all burn out, it gets to be 9:45 or we get too cold. “
“Sounds like a plan. Willow put eight candles in the menorah, leaving only one space left to signify. Tara placed three candles next to the menorah. Tara lit the first candle and recited…
O! Mighty goddess, in silvery ice,
watching over us as we sleep,
a layer of shining white,
covering the earth each night,
frost on the world and in the soul,
we thank you for visiting us.
Because of you, we seek warmth
in the comfort of our homes and hearths.
Willow lit the Shamash and lit the seven other candles, reciting
Ba-ruch ata, A-do-nai E-lo-hei-nu, me-lech ha-o-lam, a-sher ki-de-sha-nu be-mits-vo tov, ve-tsi-va-nu le-had-lik neir shel Chan-nu-kah.
Ba-ruch ata, A-do-nai E-lo-hei-nu, me-lech ha-o-lam,she-a-sa ni-sim las-a-vo-tei-nu ba-ya-mim ha-heim ba-ze-man ha-zah.
Ba-ruch ata, A-do-nai E-lo-hei-nu, me-lech ha-o-lam, she-he-chya-nu ve-ki-ya-ma-nu ve-hi-gi-a-nu las-man-ha-zeh.
http://www.holidays.net/chanukah/menorah_prayer.htm
Tara lit the second candle and said:
The food is put away for the winter,
the crops are set aside to feed us,
the cattle are come down from their fields,
and the sheep are in from the pasture.
The land is cold, the sea is stormy, the sky is gray.
The nights are dark, but we have our family,
kin and clan around the hearth,
staying warm in the midst of darkness,
our spirit and love a flame
a beacon burning brightly
in the night.
Cold and dark, this time of year,
the earth lies dormant, awaiting the return
of the sun, and with it, life.
Far beneath the frozen surface,
a heartbeat waits,
until the moment is right,
to spring.
She then lit the third candle and recited:
The longest night has come once more,
the sun has set, and darkness fallen.
The trees are bare, the earth asleep,
and the skies are cold and black.
Yet tonight we rejoice, in this longest night,
embracing the darkness that enfolds us.
We welcome the night and all that it holds,
as the light of the stars shines down.
http://paganwiccan.about.com/od/yulethe ... rayers.htm
Tara then sat down next to Willow and the quietly watched the flames. Willow felt Tara moving closer and closer to her until she was right next to her.
“Is this ok? It should make us warmer.”
“No problem. It feels nice.” After a few minutes, Willow asked, “So what were the prayers you said about?”
“The first one was a Prayer to the Winter Goddess. I am really into goddesses. The second one was A Celtic Yule Blessing. My mom was really into Celtic stuff, and the third was the Sunset Prayer. If I’d gotten up this morning I would have lit a candle and done the sunrise prayer, but I over slept.”
“Did you not sleep well?”
“I slept ok, just had a lot on my mind.”
“Anything you want to talk about?”
“Yes and No”
“Are you worried about something?”
“Kind of.”
“Does it have anything to do with me?”
“Sort of.”
“Well, I can’t imagine what you could possibly say that my reaction would be worrisome.”
Please let her be coming out…not worrying about my looking at her breasts. Please, Please.
“Are you sure?”
“Yes.”
“It is not something I have ever told anyone, but I just want to tell you. I want you to know because I really want us to be friends, and I don’t think you should decide to be friends with me until you know this…
Ok, not freaking out about the breast staring thing… maybe I should just come out to her, and then she will see that I am not going to judge her. “I have something to tell you too. I was going to wait, but I guess if we are going to be honest there is something I should tell you…I have not told anyone it either.”
“Do you think that we both have the same secret. “
“I don’t know? You go first you started it.”
“No you.”
“How about we say it at the same time…1..2..3…I’m gay”
“I’m a lesbian” Tara said simultaneously.
The two girls looked into the other’s eyes and saw a light reflected back that was independent of the candlelight or the moonlight. It was the light of relief, the finding of a kindred spirit. Willow broke the silence by saying, “Cool.”
“Are you cold?”
“No, are you?”
“Sort of.”
“Do you think if I left my menorah here it would be safe? I can’t extinguish the candles”
“Um…I don’t think leaving fire in the woods is a good idea. How ‘bout we stay while they burn, and we’ll just blow out mine, there is no taboo associated with it.”
Now that there secret was out, there was both an air of relief, but also an air of anticipation.
Ok Rosenberg, she’s gay, but that doesn’t mean she likes you…but what if she does? How do I tell her I do too, I like her. Do you just say it? Do you work it into a conversation? Should I ask her out on a date? Should I just kiss her and see what happens. Yeah, that would be the day. I don’t think I have it in me to kiss someone. Chill Rosenberg. Just watch the flames and be calm. Willow looked at the small stubs of the menorah candles burning bright and knew that they would be totally done in a few minutes. When they extinguished, Tara got up, blew out the candles, and put Willow’s menorah in the basket with the candles and pillows. She left the evergreen branch as a gift to the goddess.
They walked back silently, Willow hoped that Tara would take her hand, but she did not. She guessed now that their secret was out, maybe Tara didn’t want this behavior misconstrued. As they were about out of the forest, the snow began to gently fall.
In the middle of the night, Willow awoke to a loud crash. She jumped out of bed and ran into the hall and bumped right into Tara.
“What was that?”
“A tree branch I guess. It must be snowing really hard.” Tara looked at Willow, “What are you wearing under your boxers?”
Willow blushed, “Um…candy stripped tights…they were on sale and they are very warm. I’ve been kind of cold.”
The two girls walked into Tara’s room and looked out the window. There was several inches of snow on all the trees. Willow looked around Tara’s room. There were hundreds of fairy lights. Her room looked really cool. Just as she was about to say this, the lights went out. “Just stay there, I will find the light, I have a flashlight somewhere.”
Willow heard Tara rummaging through a few drawers. “I can’t find it.”
The room was pitch black, Willow had no idea where she was in Tara’s room. She backed up and turned around and found herself face to neck with Tara. She smelled wonderful, like vanilla. Willow knew that the proper thing was to step back, but it felt so good, it felt so right. She felt Tara’s arms go around her shoulders and Willow got the definite idea that Tara did not want her to move either. Willow lifted her chin a bit and found her lips met by another pair.
Wow this kiss was fantastic, it was all that I had ever imagined a first kiss would be and more... Willow shivered. This broke the kiss.
“Are you cold?”
“A little.”
“You want to snuggle in my bed.
Willow giggled. Just one hug and kiss and you are trying to get me in your bed. Do you think I am that kind of girl?”
Willow felt Tara tense up. “N…n…n…no” Tara stammered, I hear that body heat is a good way to stay warm when the lights go out. I wasn’t trying to….um…”
“It is ok, I’d love to snuggle. I was just teasing.”
Tara took Willow’s hand and led her to the bed. They lay under the covers and kissed and touched each other gently. A few hours later, many conversations about what each of them had been thinking during the ritual, and a couple catnaps the lights came back on. Tara got out of bed. Willow rose up
“I…I…guess I should go back to my room…”
“No way. I was just going to unplug the lights. It is going to be a blackout tonight. The only light we need is the light from ourselves. Willow looked down and saw that they actually was a faint light coming from their bodies.