by Laragh » Tue Oct 27, 2009 11:30 am
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AUTHOR: Laragh
CHAPTER RATING: PG-13
DISCLAIMER: These things are a bitch to write a different account for every time, so here’s the deal; I DON’T OWN THE CHARACTERS. Never have, never will, just borrowing them to continue my existence in happy denial-land.
SUMMARY: Willow leaves the only home she’s ever known to fulfil her parent’s dream of her attending New York University, but ends up having her own dreams come true in the process.
SPOILERS: Nope. This is totally Uber. Oh, but I probably will steal some dialogue here and there.
FEEDBACK: I crave it like I crave Oreos and milk. (Which is a lot. Just to be clear.)
Chapter 16
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Tara opened the door to the apartment and her senses were instantly assaulted by a variety of smells. She was surprised to see Willow standing the kitchen, getting cutlery from the drawer.
“What are you doing home?” she asked with a smile, “You have a class now, don’t you?”
“I blew it off,” Willow smirked, “Told the professor I had a hot girlfriend who needed some attention.”
Tara looked at her disbelievingly.
“Honey, you wouldn’t blow off a class if your head was on fire.”
“Okay, so the class was cancelled. But I so could. I could be bad if I wanted to. I could be really naughty.”
Tara, who had made her way into the kitchen, wrapped her arms around the redhead’s waist from behind.
“I know you can. But I prefer the private kinda naughty.”
“How were your classes?” Willow asked, her smile beaming.
“Fine. Classes, you know. I think I doodled ‘Tara 4 Willow’ like a hundred times on one my notebooks. What’s that awesome smell?”
Willow spun around in the brunette’s arms and looked at her excitedly.
“I got us Thai food. ‘Cause when I first got here you were all ‘I’m gonna make you try Thai food’ and we hadn’t yet so I thought I would. I asked Craig what you liked so I could get the right stuff.”
“Yummy,” Tara replied, her eyes lighting up, “What do we have?”
“Okay, bear with me here, ‘cause I’m probably pronouncing these all wrong, but Phanaeng curry, uh, beef, Gai Yang with Som Tam and vegetable Pad Thai."
“That was perfect pronunciation. And perfect foods, that all sounds delicious.”
“I want you to have a really good birthday.”
“I am. Birthday kiss?”
Willow happily leaned up so their lips could meet tenderly for a few seconds, before she pulled away and nodded towards the counter.
“Food’s getting cold. Go sit and I’ll bring it over.”
Tara stole another quick kiss and went to sit down at the table, noticing, for the first time, that is was already set, with napkins that said ‘happy birthday’ on them. She smiled as Willow brought over the cutlery she had been getting earlier and put the knives and forks in their respective places and a collection of spoons between them. The redhead went back into the kitchen and collected the bowls of food she had arranged, setting them between both their places as well, before sitting.
“You’re gonna have to help me out a little here, ‘cause I have absolutely no idea what I’m eating,” she said with a smile.
“Oh, well nothing here is too spicy,” Tara replied and gestured towards the curry, “That’s pretty mild, and this here…”
She stopped and put some of the Gai Yang on her girlfriend’s plate.
“Is pretty much just grilled chicken, marinated. It’s kinda sweet. Oh and the Pad Thai, that’s just a fried noodle dish. Oh, has tofu in it though, so watch out for that if you don’t like it,” Tara continued as she went though the dishes, “And the Som Tam is like a spicy, shredded papaya salad. It goes with the Gai Yang.”
“Wow,” Willow replied, looking at the food Tara had piled on her plate, “This is almost more difficult than my Ancient Greek Philosophy class.”
Tara chuckled and put some food on her own plate.
“Just enjoy. And if you don’t like something, don’t eat it. First Broadway show and first experience of Thai food…you know, you’re really not so small town anymore,” she smirked.
“I dunno,” Willow replied, taking a bite of the Pad Thai, her face lighting up when she actually liked it, “I still can’t go on the subway unless you’re with me.”
Tara looked at her suspiciously for a second.
“But you’ve gone more into the city plenty of times when I haven’t been around. Did you walk?”
“Um, no. Got a cab,” Willow sheepishly admitted, “The subway scares me. It’s large and loud and all tunnel-y and the people are rude.”
Tara stifled a laugh and spun some noodles on her fork.
“That weird junkie still after you?”
“That may be another reason for which I avoid the large metal vehicle. I think she lives in the station. Like the few times I’ve thought, ‘Hey, Willow, just go on the damn subway, it’s not like it’s anything that bad’ and go, she’s there. I have to plan and wear high-collared shirts if I go.”
“You’re just too adorable,” Tara replied and leaned over to place a playful kiss on her girlfriend’s nose, “Liking the food?”
“It’s delicious. And you’re right, not too spicy, which is good, ‘cause when I eat spicy things, my face tends to go red, which with my red hair? Not cute.”
“I can’t think of any variation of you that isn’t cute…”
“Trust me, my face looks like a giant cherry.”
Tara smirked and leaned in closer to her girlfriend.
“You go bright red right before you come and I still think it’s the sexist thing I’ve ever seen.”
Willow choked on the piece of chicken she had in her mouth and Tara quickly opened one of the cans of cokes that were on the table, handing it over. The redhead gulped gratefully for a few seconds, before regarding the other girl with a shocked expression.
“Tara!”
“Especially when you make that little grunty noise,” Tara continued, absently staring off into space with a fond smile on her face, “Or when your nostrils flare every time I-”
“Tara!”
“Hmm?” Tara asked, pulling herself from her thoughts to see the extremely flustered redhead, “Sorry. All I was saying was you’re so very hot, all the time.”
“Good. Okay, so we’ve discussed that, so now we can move on to other things, like the weather, as just one example, the weather was nice today, overcast, but some sun in there too, so it was nice, getting colder though, fall and everything,” Willow chuckled nervously.
Tara rolled her eyes playfully and switched topics, moving onto the more neutral subject of the show that night.
“Do you like musicals?”
“Oh, um, I think so. I mean, I’ve never actually been, so I don’t know for sure, the only theatre I ever got to was Shakespeare stuff that was on locally at home, and even then it was just for improving my knowledge for writing essays and stuff. Dad used to take me.”
“You know what Rent is about?”
“Rock musical about the story of a group of impoverished young artists and musicians struggling to survive and create in Manhattan's Lower East Side in the thriving days of Bohemian Alphabet City, under the shadow of AIDS,” Willow rattled off quickly, eliciting a strange stare from the brunette, “I, um, wikied it when I bought the tickets.”
“Ah,” Tara nodded, grinning, “That’s, um, basically it. I can’t wait!”
“Me either,” Willow grinned back as she finished her food, “Do you wanna go get ready while I clear up? Not that you need to get ready, you look beautiful, you always look beautiful-”
She was stopped by a finger on her lips.
“Thank you. I would definitely appreciate time to get ready before we go out. But you can leave the dishes, I can do them tomorrow or something.”
“Nonsense. It’s your birthday. You know, of the ‘Tara, it’s your birthday’ variety,” Willow replied, making her hands into fists and moving them in a circular motion in front of her as she said the final part, then realised what she was doing and stopped, “Um, what I mean is, I don’t mind.”
“Thanks, honey,” Tara whispered and cupped the redhead’s cheek, giving her a soft kiss before she straightened up and went into her bedroom.
Willow sighed happily and brought a finger to her lips, feeling the tingle for a minute before starting to clear away the dishes.
Thirty minutes later, she had just turned on the dishwasher and was about to go and sit on the sofa, to wait for Tara, when her girlfriend appeared in front of her, wearing a low-cut blue shirt and a sleek black skirt that finished at her knees. Her hair was pulled up in a bun, apart from a few wisps framing her face and she had a light application of make-up on.
“You look stunning,” Willow said breathlessly.
Tara put one hand on the smaller girl’s hip and rested their foreheads together.
“Let’s get out of here, beautiful girl. We have a show to catch.”
Willow gave her a chaste kiss and entwined their hands.
“Lead the way, baby.”
Tara smiled and walked them out the door, looking forward to whatever the night had to offer.
They arrived at the Nederlander Theatre a little while later and made their way to their seats, seven rows from the front.
“You got awesome seats, sweetie,” Tara said as they sat down, “I hope you didn’t spend too much money…”
“You’re worth every cent in the world,” Willow replied, “But don’t worry, they weren’t that expensive.”
Tara joined their hands and put them on the armrest between them.
“Thank you, Willow,” she said softly.
“Anything for my girl.”
Tara gave the redhead a kiss on the cheek as the lights dimmed and the remaining people found their seats. Willow shot the brunette an excited smile and squeezed her hand as the curtains opened and the show began.
Two hours later, Tara was walking a very excited redhead through the lobby of the theatre and out onto the New York streets.
“And all the songs! They were so catchy and…and vibrant and alive, ya know? Does it have a soundtrack? I bet it has a soundtrack, I’m gonna download it tonight. And Angel and Collins, they were so sweet and they loved each other so much and it was so sad when Angel died and oh my god, the chick that played Maureen was hot, not as hot as you, of course, but those leather pants-”
“I have some leather pants at home,” Tara interjected, amused.
Willow whipped her head around and stared at her girlfriend, wide-eyed, for a moment before stepping over to the side of the curb, putting her thumb and index finger in her mouth, producing a loud whistle which stopped three cabs in a row. She grabbed Tara’s hand and pulled them into the one closest, quickly rattling off their address. Tara looked at her, both shocked and impressed.
“Need to be home now,” Willow explained off the look, “You got me all hot thinking about you in leather.”
“Want me to put them on when we get back?” Tara asked, placing a hand teasingly on the redhead’s thigh.
Willow seemed thoughtful for a moment, before shaking her head.
“Definitely wanna see you in them. But I want you absent of any clothing as soon as we get in inside.”
Tara didn’t miss the emphasis on the word ‘inside’ and she felt a small shiver go through her.
“Don’t take 8th,” she said to the driver, never taking her eyes off the redhead, “It’s a nightmare.”
She leaned over and met the smaller girl in a passionate kiss, getting completely lost in the feeling of her girlfriend’s lips on her own until the sound of a throat being cleared loudly disturbed them.
Willow looked out the window and saw that they were parked outside their building. She thrust a hand into her pocket and handed the driver a twenty.
“Keep the change,” she said absently, before dragging the brunette out of the cab and into the building, running up the stairs and into the apartment.
Closing the door behind her, she lunged at her girlfriend, kissing up her neck and to her lips as she walked them into her bedroom.
“I think it’s about time for naked presents.”
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Laragh on Wed Dec 14, 2011 8:39 am, edited 1 time in total.
Tara and her butt. Lol.
