Okay.... here it is.... the final part. ....well, not really, cuz there's an ickle bitty part i wanna post after this, so i'll do that when i actually have it written. Anywhoo, i hope you guys like this
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Part 11As Willow walked home, the rain finally began to ease off. A number of cuts covered her face and arms, most caused by the shattered glass of the window, and she was beginning to feel the pain. Surprisingly, her mind was not on the man she had just rendered unconscious, but on his daughter. She hoped to god Tara was safe. Willow might not have completely realised it before, but Tara meant the world to her. She wouldn’t have been able to live with herself if anything had happened to the blonde. So when she had seen Mr Maclay raise his hand, ready to hit his daughter, there was no question of whether she was going to help her or not. Even if there were a chance she’d be hurt or killed, Willow would still have risked her life to save Tara. And she’d do it again.
Blood trickled down her face, coming from a gash as the side of her head. She wiped the blood away with the back of her hand and looked down at it. She sighed and continued walking. Her head was banging. A throbbing headache raged inside.
That’s the last time I hit my head on the end of someone’s bed.She was still in shock from the turn of events that night. It had started out with her going to tell Tara how she felt and ended with Willow engaging in a fist fight with the girl’s father, and Tara being none the wiser about the redhead’s feelings towards her. Willow shook her head. It had been one hell of a day and it wasn’t over yet. She turned the corner and headed down the street she lived on. It was still raining, she was still soaked, and she was miserable again. At least if she had been able to tell Tara how she felt, the weight on her shoulders might have been lifted a bit. There was a slim to none chance that Tara would feel the same, but at least Willow would have gotten it off her chest and would no longer spend hours thinking about how she’d tell the blonde. Alas, Fate, or more precisely Mr Maclay, chose to step in the way and all plans of telling Tara flew through the window when she did.
Maybe it’s better this way. Maybe it’s better Tara not knowing. If she found out, she’d probably never want to speak to me again and my worst fear would become real. I’d lose her forever. Yeah. Maybe it’s better like this.Willow strode up her driveway and fought back the tears as she opened the front door.
I wonder if Faith’s still here….She pushed the door closed and walked into the living room. Sure enough, Faith was there, glancing nervously back and forth between the clock and…. Willow’s mouth fell open.
Willow: Tara?
The blonde’s head shot up and Willow took in her tear-streaked face.
I should go back and kill him for what he’s done….Faith rushed forward and wrapped Willow up in a bone-crushing hug.
Willow: Ow, ow…. Faith, a little battered and bruised here.
Faith: Sorry, I just….
She pulled back to look at the redhead, on the verge of tears herself.
Faith: God, I was so worried.
Tara: W-we both were.
Looking over Faith’s shoulder, Willow observed the blonde. She didn’t look too hurt, no cuts or bruises to be accounted for. She moved past Faith and knelt down in front of Tara. Their eyes met and she began to speak softly to the blonde.
Willow: Are you okay?
Tara nodded.
Willow: Are you sure?
Tara: You g-got there before h-he could….
The blonde swallowed hard and Willow could see the tears threatening to spill out. She placed her hands over Tara’s on the other girl’s lap and smiled.
Willow: It’s okay now. He won’t do anything like that to you again. Not as long as I’m around/
Faith’s eyes narrowed as she watched the two girls.
How can they not see it? I could be standing here with my eyes closed and I’d still see it!A loud banging turned their heads. Willow glanced at a terrified Tara before looking up at Faith.
Willow: If you don’t know them, don’t let them in.
She nodded and moved out into the hallway. Willow and Tara stayed where they were, looking at each other.
Willow: Why did you come here?
Tara: You t-told me to go s-somewhere I th-thought was safe….
Willow: Oh.
Tara: Do you w-w-want me to go?
Willow: No! God no. That’s not what I meant. I just…. You could have gone to um, B-Buffy’s or Xander’s…. but you came here.
Tara: Well, th-this is your h-home…. And y-you make me feel s-safe.
Willow beamed. It wasn’t ever day she got a comment like that and what made it extra special, was that Tara had said it. Somewhat shyly, Willow took hold of the blonde’s hand and entwined their fingers. She lifted her gaze and locked eyes with Tara.
Willow: I’m glad.
Tara: Me too.
Sounds of commotion began coming from the hallway and both girls stood up. Tara looked as if she was going to throw up she was that scared. Willow protectively stood in front of the blonde, and her eyes narrowed dangerously.
Willow: I’m not gonna let him touch you, just stay behind me.
Tara shrank back behind Willow as someone walked into the room and the redhead sighed.
Willow: Faith, what are you doing?
Faith walked into the living room, carrying someone over her shoulder.
Faith: Well, you said if I didn’t know them, not to let them in and I don’t really know her, so I thought I’d carry her in.
Grinning coyly, Faith let the girl down and she spun around to face them.
Tara: Buffy?
Buffy: Hey.
She turned back to Faith who was still grinning.
Buffy: You know, you’re not funny.
Faith: I beg to differ.
Buffy: Oh, you’ll be begging alright.
The brunette arched an eyebrow and Buffy rolled her eyes, looking back towards Tara.
Buffy: I came to see how you were doing.
Tara was silent. A concerned look clouded Buffy’s face and she stepped towards Tara. She could tell something was wrong.
Buffy: What’s happened?
She spent the next hour listening to Willow and Tara tell her what had happened. By the end, Buffy was as fuming as Willow had been.
Buffy: Have you called the police?
Willow: Haven’t really had time to, what with beating the crap out of her father and everything.
Tara was so busy looking at Willow, she’d missed most of the conversation. She couldn’t believe Willow had done that for her. The redhead had risked her life, so to speak, to help her. No one had ever done that for her before.
Tara: You…. You did all th-that for me?
Willow: Why wouldn’t I?
Willow swivelled around in her seat to face Tara, while Faith slipped out into the kitchen, dragging Buffy with her.
Buffy: What are you doing?
Faith: They’ve got stuff they need to talk about.
Faith hopped up onto one of the cupboards and sat down.
Faith: Let’s give them some time, okay?
The blonde nodded and turned her head in the direction of the living room.
Buffy: Are they…. Together?
Faith: Not yet.
Back in the living room, Willow and Tara were talking.
Tara: You sh-shouldn’t have-
Willow: Come back? Saved you? Tara, If I hadn’t, he was just going to carry on and get away with it.
Tara: B-but now you’re hurt.
Tara lifted her hand and gently brushed her fingers across a cut on Willow’s forehead and the redhead’s eyes locked with Tara’s again.
Willow: This is nothing compared to the pain I’d feel if I lost you.
Tara dropped her head shyly, and let her hand fall back to her lap. Willow frowned afraid she had said something wrong and reached out towards Tara.
Willow: Hey….
She tucked the blonde locks behind Tara’s ear and lifted the other girl’s chin with her finger.
Willow: Are you okay?
Tara nodded slowly, slightly flustered by Willow’s touch.
Tara: W-why do you l-like me?
Willow: What?
The question took Willow by surprise and she frowned and shook her head, smiling.
Willow: I can’t not like you, Tara. You’re an amazing person. Look at what you’ve been through. The fact that you’ve lived through it, that you’re here in front of me…. It shows everyone just how amazing you are.
Tara started to drop her head again, but found Willow’s hand stopping her.
Willow: Look at me….
Faith leapt off the counter and stood in front of Buffy.
Faith: You go to Sunnydale high?
The blonde frowned.
Buffy: You don’t?
Faith: No.
Buffy: Darwin?
Faith: Darwin.
Buffy: Your friend?
Faith: Darwin.
Both girls turned their heads towards the living room door.
Faith: We could have a problem.
Willow and Tara hadn’t moved from their position and the blonde was still reluctant to look at Willow.
Willow: Tara…. Please….
Slowly, Tara began to lift her gaze until her eyes met the redhead’s. Willow smiled.
Willow: Wasn’t so hard, was it?
Tara chuckled softly.
Tara: H-how do you d-do that?
Willow: Do what?
Tara: M-Make me feel special b-by just looking at me.
Willow: You don’t need me for that, Tara. You’re special all on your own.
Tara: I do.
Willow: What?
Tara: N-need you.
Tara’s eyes shifted between the bottom of her shirt and Willow’s face. The redhead wasn’t quiet sure what to make of Tara’s comment and tilted her head to look at her.
Why won’t she look at me?Hesitantly, Willow took hold of Tara’s hand and entwined their fingers again, and the blonde finally looked at her. The electricity that passed between them whenever they came in contact with each other had practically jolted her head up itself.
Willow searched Tara’s eyes, hoping she’d find the meaning of Tara’s comment there, but she didn’t. For once, this wasn’t something she would be able to find in the blonde’s piercing blue eyes.
Willow: Tara…. I….
Willow fell into silence again, unable to find any words, unable to speak. Tara seemed to be having the same problem; her lips were parted but no sound came out. They seemed to be suspended in time, lost in the minutes passing them by.
Willow had abandoned all hope of trying to control her thoughts and her body, it seemed they both had minds of their own. A familiar heat began to rise within her, as Tara shifted closer. Powerless to break the gaze they held, Willow could do nothing but look at Tara. Taking in ever inch of her beauty. Her skin, her eyes, her ears, everything about her was beautiful. Without thinking, she brushed away a few stray strands of hair off Tara’s face, her other hand still holding the blonde’s. Her hand moved to Tara’s cheek and the other girl’s eyes fluttered closed. She didn’t have time to ask herself what she was doing, didn’t want to. Willow leaned forward, every so slowly, until she could feel Tara’s breath on her lips.
Tara: What…. What are you doing?
Willow: Kissing you.
Tara swallowed hard.
Tara: That’s what I thought.
Their lips met in a soft kiss. Hardly a kiss at all: more of a test. When Tara didn’t pull away, Willow deepened the kiss, her hand moving to the back of the blonde’s neck. Tara’s grip on Willow’s hand tightened, before she released it and moved her hand to the redhead’s side, pulling her closer. Gently, Willow pushed Tara down onto her back, her head resting on the arm of the couch, not breaking the kiss. As their passion grew, the kiss became even more intense. Tara’s hand roamed over Willow’s back, while her other was tangled in her fire-red hair. Meanwhile, Willow had managed to rest her body of Tara’s and was using her hands and arms to keep herself from falling on top of the blonde completely. Unfortunately, her arms were in serious danger of giving way and the redhead broke the kiss, much to Tara disappointment. Willow pulled back to look at the other girl, short of breath. Time escaped them for the second time that night as they looked at each other, both reeling from the kiss. Heads began to spin and incoherentness began to set in. Willow shook her head and closed her eyes for a second. Opening them again, she refocused her attention on the blue eyes in front of her.
Willow: Are you sure you want this?
Tara: Would I be doing this if I didn’t?
Willow smiled.
Willow: You’re not stuttering….
Tara: I’m not nervous.
And their lips met again in another passion filled kiss. All the feelings that had been building up in the both of them began to flow freely and it was a little overwhelming for both girls.
Willow couldn’t believe this was happening. She gone over the different scenarios in her head a million times, but had never expected it to happen like this. She’d never expected it to happen at all. But here she was, kissing Tara, and the dream defiantly didn’t come close to the real thing.
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Please, feel free to let me know what you think.
Thanks,
Jen
by spazz07 » Fri Jul 05, 2002 2:04 am 
Thanks for the update...
But i hope you like it anyway
at: 7/7/02 3:11:46 pm
The ending go cut of. 
They finally made with the smoochies. 
at: 7/9/02 7:11:51 pm