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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 5 ********
Willow checked herself out in the mirror again, hoping her outfit was ‘party appropriate’. She’d had no afternoon classes on Wednesday so had ventured out of the Village for the first time since she’d arrived, deciding none of her regular clothes were suitable for a party. She also wanted to try and impress Tara, though she was unwilling to admit that to herself, in her efforts to not fall harder for the brunette, even if she was being completely unsuccessful with that goal.
Her shopping trip had produced the tight black jeans and low-cut sparkly green top she was wearing, an outfit she was quite pleased with. She checked her watch and saw that people would probably be arriving anytime in the next ten minutes, from what Tara had told her anyway and decided to go and check if her roommate needed help with setting anything up.
“Anything I can help with?” she asked as she came into the living room, watching Tara cut up pieces of orange and lime in the kitchen.
“You could put some music on if you wa-” Tara gulped when she saw what the redhead was wearing and accidentally brought the knife in her hand down on her finger, “Shit.”
Willow rushed into the kitchen, and seeing the bleeding digit, quickly brought them both to the sink and ran the tap, cleaning the blood away.
“Thanks,” Tara smiled at the gesture and gentle way the other girl was looking after her, “It’s not even that deep. Just a little flesh wound.”
“Smallest wounds can be the most painful. Like paper cuts,” Willow smiled back as she turned off the tap and grabbed a paper towel, drying her roommate’s finger. She crouched down and opened one of the cupboards, “Band-aids in here, right?”
“Yea. In there.”
Willow searched for a minute before pulling out a box of band-aids. She took one out and peeled off the bit of paper, before wrapping it around Tara’s bleeding finger. She let her hand flow down the brunette’s arm, caressing her softly, before looking up into deep blue eyes.
Tara saw Willow turned her head up to meet her gaze and felt the soft touch on her arm. She licked her lips subconsciously and moved her head forward a little, seeing the smaller girl do the same. Her face was so close to the redhead’s she could feel their breaths co-mingling, their lips just a hair breadths apart. Just as she was about to take the plunge, close the barely-present gap between them and do the one thing she had been wanting to do more than anything for six weeks now, there was a loud knocking on the door and the muffled sound of someone shouting ‘party time!’
Both girls jumped apart at the interruption and Willow inadvertently knocked the box of band-aids, spilling them all on the floor.
“I’ll get these,” Tara said shakily, but tried to cast a reassuring smile to her roommate, “Um, could you get the door?”
“Sure,” Willow replied, her head spinning from the encounter, “I’ll get the music too.”
Was she gonna kiss me? No, there’s no way. You’re just imagining it, Rosenberg, she doesn’t like you like that. Music and door, just concentrate on that, music and door.She quickly went over to the stereo and pressed the play button, hoping whatever was in there was good party music and smiled in relief when a steady beat filled the room. She made her way over to the door and pulled it open, giggling when Craig enveloped her in a huge hug, swinging her around the room. He was followed by Ben and a group of other people that Willow didn’t recognise but welcomed in anyway.
“I brought beer!” Craig yelled to no one in particular, eliciting a string of excited yells from all the others who had just come in.
“I filled the tub with ice, Craig,” Tara said, coming out from the kitchen, “You can chill it in there.”
Craig went into the bathroom with the caseload of beer he had brought with him and there was a distant sound of clinking bottles. Willow watched the people start to mill around and heard another knock on the door. She opened it again and another stream of people fluttered in, smiling at her as they entered before going over to others they seemingly knew. She walked back into the kitchen, where Tara was putting the cut up fruit for the beers on a plate.
“Do you know all these people?” she asked, trying to sound casual and not at all overwhelmed.
“A few, just from around mainly. No one particularly well. Craig pretty much invited the people, but don’t worry. Just talk to whoever, have a beer and a good time.”
“Oh, I don’t drink,” Willow said, but was cut off by Craig thrusting a bottle at her at that moment.
“Nonsense, have a beer, red. Tara here doesn’t drink, but she has a ‘good’ reason. Least she seems to think so. You should try it.”
She got an encouraging nod from the brunette and sipped the drink in her hand, feeling cooler somehow by doing so.
“Okay,” she said and raised her bottle, “I will. So why doesn’t Tara drink?”
“Tell the story and die, Craig,” Tara said with a stern glare, before going off to talk to some guy that had waved her over.
“My boyfriend can bench 230, I really don’t think she could kill me as long as he’s around,” Craig sneered jokingly and Willow chuckled, “You wanna know the story?”
“I dunno…if Tara doesn’t want me too…”
“She won’t mind, I promise. Besides, whenever we
finally start going out again and we take you to Liza’s, you’ll totally find out from the pictures on the wall.”
“Pictures?”
“Oh yea. Pictures. Courtesy of moi. So, here’s what happened. Tara was never a big drinker, right; she preferred just going out to have a good time, actually being able to remember the next day and stuff. But after her grandmother died and they told her she needed to repeat her senior year…oh, this is like a year and a bit ago, I’d known Tare for about a year at that stage and we went out like every weekend…but yea, we went out and she decided to get absolutely wasted, like completely gone. She was knocking back cosmos – my cosmos, might I add – like nobody’s business. So later on in the night, she decides it would be hilarious if she got up and danced on the bar, and I swear, Violet Sanford, eat your heart out, she was kicking it up there, grabbing bottles and pouring it into people’s mouths, her top came off somewhere in the second song she danced to, it was quite a show. She decided after that night she was never drinking again, and, to her credit, she never has, but still manages to have a good time when we go out.”
“She really did that?” Willow asked, in shock, “I mean, wow.”
“Yea, she did that. You know, she may not want to get into that situation drunk again or whatever, which I understand, but I think she secretly loves that she did something so raunchy. And I think I see some preppy boy eyeing up Ben. Gotta go, sweet cheeks, but mingle! This is your party too.”
Willow gave a small wave and looked down, realising she’d finished her entire beer while Craig had been telling the story, a story she couldn’t stop thinking about, particularly the erotic images it had conjured. Tara dancing…Tara topless…Tara dancing
while topless. She couldn’t help the shiver that went through her and decided to go get another beer, taking Craig’s advice to mingle a little.
Quite a few hours later, Tara was waving goodbye to Craig and Ben, who were the last people to leave.
“Tara, we
have to get out soon,” Craig whined, quite inebriated at this stage, “Work and school, work and school. Liza’s gonna think we found somewhere else to inhabit!”
“Next weekend, Craig, I promise. You, me, Ben, I’ll rope Willow in too. Okay?”
“Okay, okay.”
The boys departed, stumbling and giggling into Craig’s apartment and Tara closed the door with a smile, happy at how the evening had gone. She had to stifle a giggle when she turned around and saw Willow giddily dancing along to music playing, which happened to be a ‘best of the ‘90s’ album, playing Blur’s
‘Song 2’.
“Woo hoo!” Willow sang along, laughing and swinging her almost empty bottle around, one of the many she’d had that night.
She tried to spin around in some semblance of a dance move, but over estimated her alcohol-fuelled brain abilities and ending up falling on her butt instead. Tara rushed over and took the bottle from her hand, to mild protests, and put it on the coffee table. She hooked an arm under the other girl’s waist and stood them both up, walking towards Willow’s bedroom.
“Come on, sweetie, let’s get you to bed.”
“Oh yea,” Willow slurred under her breath, low enough so that Tara wasn’t able to hear, “Been wanting to get you into bed for a while now.”
The brunette walked them into the redhead’s room and pulled back the covers, encouraging her to lie down. She slipped her shoes off, figuring that was the best she could do for her roommate without invading some serious personal space issues and pulled the blanket over her.
“Heh. All warm,” Willow said happily, “Hey Tara, c’mere, I have to tell you a secret.”
Tara crouched down and smiled at her adorably drunk roommate, conscious of the fact that she might seriously regret telling her something personal when she was so intoxicated.
“Why don’t you wait and see if you still want to tell me in the morning instead?” she suggested.
She saw Willow’s eyes glaze over and cock her head slightly, before shaking it.
“Nope. Telling you now. You’re beautiful,” she whispered, grabbing the back of Tara’s head, pulling her down for a steamy kiss, forcing her tongue past the brunette’s teeth.
It took Tara a moment to realise what was going on and when she did she knew she should pull away, but found that her tongue apparently had an entirely different plan of action as it responded enthusiastically to the kiss.
Just another second…I’ll just kiss her for another second…if this is all I ever get, then I at least want it to be good…no, no…I can’t keep going, she’s drunk, she doesn’t know what she’s doing…but, wow, she’s a good kisser…C’mon, Tara, you’re the sober one here, you need to take charge and stop this kiss. This wonderful…soft…tingly…stop, it Tara!She very reluctantly pulled away and Willow pouted in response, before giggling.
“Very nice… hehe, now I’m even warmer.”
“Why don’t you sleep?” Tara asked gently, having to hold onto the nightstand beside the redhead’s bed to stop herself from pouncing on the girl again.
“Mmm…yea…” Willow replied sleepily and Tara saw her eyes flutter closed.
She watched her roommate for another minute, happy that she was asleep when she saw the steady rise and fall of her chest and retreated out of the room, closing the door behind her quietly.
She sank down into a sitting position against the door and brought a hand up to her tingling lips.
Well what the hell does this mean?
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Hello again. I didn't feedback last time :O I'm a terrible person 
But you know WOW! Smoochies make me happy 
... I hope Willow remembers the kiss in the morning and doesn't regret it... I hope Tara doesn't go into denial land and star to avoid Willow...
I LOVE your writing. It's like the BEST!!! All the lovely complex smootchies and all. PLEASE PAMS!!!!
you're good at making my heart jump from its place