Spreading Wings: The strenuous journey through life
Renee85 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
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Thanks for the feedback everyone, as you all know the feedback is what keeps me going.
pookie ray, I would love to write about Willow’s first dating attempt… I want it to be as hilarious, embarrassing, and painful as possible but it won’t come until later in the fic…oh, and thanks for the kind words.
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Continued:Steve Maclay’s fist tightened in anger, his eyes widened in shock, completely flabbergasted at what he was seeing. Was it the beer in his gut that had gotten to his brain or was his daughter actually kissing another girl right in front of his eyes?
He stood there as he watched the two girls continue to kiss, not moving his feet from the ground just watching in silence. He hadn’t even noticed that his beer had fallen to the ground. After his brain registered, he realized that he needed to put a stop to this once and for all, her daughter was not going to continue with this, not if he had anything to do with it.
“Tara!” Steve Maclay’s voice tore through the deserted park; he stomped his way to the two girls on the lone bench and grabbed Tara by the collar of her shirt.
“You’re coming home…now.” He tightened his jaw, attempting to control his rising rage. He pulled Tara to her feet and tugged her towards him. “You.” He spat out to the wide eyed redhead who was now on her feet as well. “You should get out of here.” He voiced before turning away and marching their way back home.
Tara didn’t struggle much; she just let her father lead her away. She looked back at Willow with a helpless and apologetic expression, her eyes pleading. Willow wasn’t going to let it go that easily and called out for the other girl. “Tara!” she cried out to the disappearing form of the blonde. “Tara, I don’t even know your….” The redhead was interrupted by who she guessed was Tara’s father, his voice was tight and cold.
“You young lady…are never to come near my daughter again.” Steve warned, his eyes flashing in hate at the redhead, causing Willow to shrink back in intimidation and a bit of fear. “Just walk away little girl…and don’t come back.” He uttered out, his voice harsh as he continued to pull at Tara’s shirt, turning his attention away from the redhead and back to his daughter.
“Number.” Willow finished in defeat, a deep concern for Tara washing over her, she watched Tara being dragged away, not knowing what to do next.
Should she march over there and knock Tara’s father to his feet and then sweep Tara into her arms like she was prince charming? Should she pull Tara into her arms and away from her father and then the two of them could skip onto the sunset of their own destiny? What she really wanted to do was use her Taekwando skills that Buffy had taught her and put it to good use, kicking Tara’s father’s ass to the ground floor like a rag doll that he was.
But she knew she couldn’t do any of that, she followed the two quietly to see where her blonde goddess had lived.
Willow trailed the two as discretely as she possibly could, hiding near a few bushes when Steve Maclay would occasionally look back. She was like Tom Cruise in Mission Impossible, all with the sneakiness.
She was profoundly worried about Tara’s safety and she was now completely regretting that she hadn’t gotten to know her better when she had the opportunity, she didn’t even know Tara’s last name. She didn’t even know Tara’s phone number. The only hope she had was an address, which was why she was following them.
It didn’t take that far for the two to reach home and Willow was relieved when she realized that it wouldn’t be too hard to memorize this particular house, the mail box out front was fairly unique, a barn yard was there instead of a traditional mailbox and the number that was encased there was labeled 137, that was easy to memorize as well.
Willow poked her head from behind the white fence and watched at Steve Maclay and Tara walked into the door, Tara’s father slamming the oak wood roughly behind them. She tried to listen on but all she could hear was muffled yelling, she stayed back for a while in case Tara ever left the house, waiting patiently.
Steve shoved Tara onto the couch, his hands over his chest. “You want to explain what I just saw, Tara?” he questioned, his breath smelling like alcohol and booze. “When were you going to tell me that you were a….a lesbian” he said the last word as if it was the black plague, his face contorting in disgust.
Tara said nothing, her mouth opening and closing but no words managed to come out. She was in shock, in shock that Willow was now gone from her life and that they hadn’t exchanged any numbers or addresses, they were too engrossed in kissing that she hadn’t even asked what Willow’s last name was so she could at least look up her last name in the phone book, Willow was gone. And now, to top it all off, her father now knew about her secret, the secret that only her mother had known. A mother always knows.
“Well, say something Tara!” Steve demanded, standing his ground in front of his daughter. “What would you’re mother think?” he spat out, the mention of her mother digging deep into Tara’s soul, breaking her heart. “How would you’re mother feel about all this?” he challenged roughly.
Tara still couldn’t say anything, she swallowed once to make out the words but it caught in her throat, she was terrified. She was always intimidated y her father, his words cut into her flesh and wounds much harder than any physical abuse he could muster.
Her father had lifted his hands on several occasions but always managed to pull back before he did the actual hitting, sometimes Tara had preferred the hitting.
“Tell me, Tara!” Steve yelled out at his daughter, needing an answer, demanding an answer or response, needing Tara to saw something...to explain her actions to him. “What would you’re mother think?!” he asked again, persistent.
“Mom knew.” Tara uttered out in a low voice, almost a whisper, not meeting her father’s eyes, not knowing what he would think about that revelation, her eyes were filled with pain.
“What?” Steve questioned, his brow furrowing in confusion and shock once again, had Tara really said that his wife had know, was it the beet that was talking again? “What did you say, girl?” he demanded, his eyes a hard mask.
“Mom knew.” Tara managed to regain her courage, her voice adamant as a few tears graced from behind her eyelids. “Mom knew, okay dad?” Tara stood up from her seat on the couch and stood her heights way in front of her father, standing up to him, they were now on each other’s level, almost the same height. “I told mom everything.” She finished quietly. “Mom knew that I was gay.”
Steve was silent, his clenched fist loosening in its grip; he tightened them again but still said nothing.
“And she loved me just the same.” Tara voiced, her azure orbs meeting her father’s brown depths, tears spilling down her face steadily. “That’s what she thought…that she loved me.”
Steve clenched his jaw and closed his eyes, taking a deep breath. “Go to your room.” He stated his eyes still closed, his fist tightened into a small ball as he inhaled deeply. “And don’t come back out until I tell you to.” He finally opened his eyes. “I don’t want to see you right now.”
Tara just nodded and rushed up the stairs, a few more tears slipping down her cheeks. She walked quietly down the upstairs hall where she met up with Donny, a satisfied and pleased smile gracing his face.
“So that’s what you were doing at the park all those times.” He grinned evilly, smirking. “Kissing up on girls, huh?” he smiled again, shaking his head. “Didn’t think you had it in you.” He crossed his arms over his chest as he blocked Tara’s way to her room.
“Move away, Donny.” Tara voiced, not meeting her brother’s eyes. “Let me pass.”
“And if I don’t?” he spat out, still blocking Tara’s way to her bedroom. “What are you going to do then?”
Tara let out a large breath of frustration before she roughly pushed Donny away, causing her brother to stagger to the side. Donny seemed surprised that Tara had done that but he did relent and went back into his room, dismissing Tara’s problems as her own.
Tara rushed to her room and shut the door behind her; she threw herself onto her bed and buried her head inside her throw cushion. She didn’t know if she’d ever see Willow again, she didn’t know if they’d ever meet again. They had no means of contacting each other and that one fact made Tara want to cry more. Tara buried her head underneath her blankets and stayed that way for the longest time, crying silently.
Willow was still peeking her head out from between a large hedge plant and the fence next door, her butt sticking out into the air as she bent down, watching Tara’s front door intently, hoping that her blonde goddess would come out soon enough. She was there for a good five minutes, hidden behind a nearby bush, continuing her watch.
After a few extra minutes, Willow was about to give up, she turned around in an attempt to head home. She sighed in frustration and shook her head, not believing that her romantic day with Tara had turned out like this, a disastrous end.
She had regretted that she didn’t get to know the blonde better. She walked a few paces away from Tara’s house and headed her way home, she passed Tara’s house and was on her way towards the other side. She looked back at the house and sighed, shaking her head as she left.
Willow decided to head over to Buffy’s house because she was certain that Xander would be there as well. The three of them spent most of their time at Buffy’s place because she was the only one out of the three of them who had a nice family, Joyce was the best mother you could come across. Gentle and loving in every single way, she was also very understanding when she found out about Willow.
It took Willow a good half hour to reach Buffy’s house but the entire time she had strolled the sidewalks, her mind was on Tara. She memorized Tara’s house but that didn’t give her much comfort as their make-out session had been interrupted. She didn’t know Tara’s last name or anything else about her and the redhead was really regretting the fact that she hadn’t asked before then. She was too immersed in their kiss.
When Willow reached the Summer’s residence, she hesitated at the door, staring at the oak wood in silence as her fisted hands were raised onto the wood. She stood there for a few more seconds until she managed to get herself to ring the door. She pressed the ringer with her slender index finger and waited a couple of more seconds for anyone to answer.
Just then, Xander’s head popped out and gave the redhead a large greeting of a hug. “Willow!” he exclaimed in a beaming smile. “Why are you hear so quickly, you and Tara didn’t talk?” he questioned his friend in a frown, his brow furrowed.
“We were kissing…” Willow tried to explain but was interrupted by Xander once again.
“Kissing again huh?” he playfully nudged at Willow’s shoulders, smiling brightly. “You two can’t get enough of each other, huh?” he smirked, leading the redhead into Buffy’s house. “Buffy’s in the bathroom, she’ll be out soon.” He assured the redhead, leading her to the living room.
“Tara’s father interrupted us.” Willow confessed, her eyes sad.
“Oh, Willow…” Xander sat on the couch beside her, his hand patted the redhead’s leg in comfort. “That’s not good.”
“That’s not all.” Willow shook her head, her eyes locking into her friend’s brown orbs. “He dragged her back home and then told me that I was to never see her again.”
“That bastard.” Xander uttered out. “But you have her number, right?” he questioned his friend. “Something to contact her with?”
Willow looked down at her hands and shook her head in defeat. “I don’t.” she said simply, her face downcast.
“But I thought you guys were getting to know each other?” Xander frown in confusion, shaking his head as well. “I’d like think that getting to know each other would involve exchanging numbers at the least.” He added, exasperated.
“I know, Xander!” Willow stood up from her seating position, her face carried a tinge of regret. “I should have asked her but I was too busy kissing her.” She explained as her face seemed pained. “How should I know that her father would come barging through and drag her back home.” She uttered out, agitated.
“Do you know where she lives?” Xander asked to make sure. “At least then you’d know where she’d be.”
“I know where she lives.” Willow nodded, sitting back down on the couch beside Xander. “I followed her and her father and…yeah I know where she lives.” Willow said again.
“Well, there you go.” Xander smiled, squeezing Willow’s shoulder in encouragement. “That’s a positive.”
“What’s a positive?” Buffy asked as she entered the living room, giving Willow a small smile, Willow smiled back, but only briefly, before putting her head in her hands in frustration. “Willow, are you okay?” she asked her friend, sitting at the other side of Willow. The redhead was now nestled in between Buffy and Xander.
“Willow met a girl.” Xander explained simply, catching Buffy’s eyes.
“A girl?” Buffy voiced surprised. Willow had met somebody already, she didn’t have a girlfriend when they were at the beach and that hadn’t been that long ago, and now she met a girl. That was way too fast.
Willow lifted her head from her hands and gave Buffy a questioning stare.
Buffy noticed Willow’s glance and backtracked. “No Willow…I think that’s great.” Buffy smiled, bringing her hand over Willow’s shoulder, squeezing gently. “What’s her name?”
“Tara.” Willow responded, saying the name with much reverence. “Her name is Tara.”
“Well, if you met someone than why are you so down in the dumps?” Buffy asked Willow, genuinely concerned. “Will?” she asked again, putting an arm around Willow’s shoulders.
Willow lifted her head and stared into Buffy’s eyes, she could see that Buffy was legitimately concerned. You really want to know?” she asked Buffy in a small voice, her eyebrows lifting in hope.
“Yes.” Buffy stated softly, her hazel eyes locking into Willow’s emerald green, she brought her hand into Willow’s and squeezed softly in encouragement. “Willow, I really do.” She added tenderly, trying to let Willow know that she was trying her best to be the friend that she used to be since Willow was having serious doubts.
Willow gave Buffy a smile and squeezed her hand as well, their eyes meeting just once. Willow held Buffy’s hand as she proceeded to explain the entire situation to her friend, making sure to not leave out any details. She told Buffy about the psychic Xander and she had gone to, she told her about what the psychic had said about her meeting someone and she also told her about the magical kiss that she had shared with the blonde and the small conversation they had before she was dragged away from her father. Buffy listened intently, genuinely interested in what Willow had to say.
“That must have been some kiss.” Was Buffy’s first words after Willow’s explanation, Willow looked at Buffy’s smiling face and laughed out loud, feeling a little better, their hands were still entwined. Buffy smiled at Willow and squeezed her hands even tighter. “I say you go there.” Buffy stated matter of factly.
“I don’t think so.” Willow shook her head. “What about her father?” she reminded Buffy, her eyebrow’s lifting.
“Well, I’ll kick his ass…I know Taekwando.” Buffy said matter of factly, giving Willow a small smile, Willow looked towards Xander who was nodding enthusiastically as well.
“I need to see her.” Willow said suddenly, sitting up from her seat on the chair. “I need to talk to her more…I need to tell her that I love her.”
“Love?” Buffy voiced, surprised. “You love her?” she tilted her head to Willow, her eyes wide in shock.
Willow just nodded as if it was the most obvious thing in the world, that her two friends should have known that after her detailed recap of her day with Tara.
“You love Tara?” Xander asked, just as surprised. “Willow, are you sure?” he frowned, not believing that Willow knew what she was talking about. They had just met and had only known each other for a good hour, he knew of no one who could fall in love that quickly…except for Romeo and Juliet and we all know how that ended.
Willow looked up to the ceiling and thought about their question, it only took a few seconds for Willow to muster an answer. “I love her.” Willow nodded, smiling. “I love her.” She repeated again.
“Cool.” Xander smiled, standing up to hug Willow into his arms. “I take this as a congratulations…you are the first one out of the three of us who can say that they’d ever fallen in love.” He pulled back and locked his eyes into Willow’s. “That Willow… is an accomplishment.”
Willow smiled in satisfaction, hugging Xander back.
Buffy hugged Willow from behind and attempted to comfort Willow as well. “You definitely have to go there now, if not just to say those three words.” She whispered into Willow’s ear, her arms still wrapped around her friend. “You have any ideas on how to do that without crossing paths with Tara’s father?” she asked her friend afterwards, needing to be sure that Willow didn’t have to be in Tara’s father’s way.
“I have an idea.” Willow stated matter of factly, nodding in enthusiasm. “But we can’t do it until tonight.”
“What is it Willow?” Buffy pulled back, giving her friend a questioning glance.
“I can almost see the light bulb.” Xander noted, waving his hand over Willow’s head playfully.
Buffy rolled her eyes as Willow lightly nudged his shoulder, shaking her head. “Be serious.” Willow said, looking back at Buffy and Xander to see if they’d be up to it. “I need both of your help.”
“Us?” Xander’s eyed widened. “Willow, what are you thinking?”
“You’ll see.” Willow smiled coyly, her eyes sparkling.
Later that night:
Willow had finally revealed her plans to the gang, she was smiling the entire time she explained her proposal. It was fairly simple and Xander and Buffy agreed right away, at first Willow wanted to walk but that seemed impossible considering what the three of them had to lug with them. Xander suggested that he borrow his father’s pick up truck to make their plan work more easily.
Xander drove his father’s pick up truck with Buffy and Willow at the backseat, a large ladder sat at the back. The drive didn’t take that long and when they reached the curb in front of Tara’s house but a little shielded away from view, Willow seemed extra nervous. Xander got out of the car first, Buffy and Willow following close behind.
Quietly, the three of them rushed to the back of the truck and picked up the ladder.
“I can’t believe that you convinced us to do this.” Buffy shook her head in incredulity. ‘We could get arrested for trespassing.”
“Well, it’s not like I can do this without you guys.” Willow smiled, lifting the large step ladder with Buffy and Xander’s help. “Thank you guys for helping me.” Willow said sincerely, as the three of them lifted the ladder out from the back of the truck and to the floor. “And jail…let’s not even think about that.”
“No problem, Wills.” Xander went to Willow’s side and hugged her tenderly. “I hope Tara is worth it.”
“I think she is.” Willow smiled as she thought of Tara, she was sure that the blonde would be surprised, she hadn’t talked to Tara since that day earlier and now she was bursting with need to see her one more time, bursting in need to look into Tara’s azure deep depths, bursting in need to press her lips against the blonde’s one more time, needing to talk to her more and to get to know her the proper way.
“I know she is.” She corrected gently.
Buffy and Xander simply nodded as they helped Willow carry the ladder to Tara’s window.
Jarred passed his upstairs hallway, wanting to get a snack before he headed to an early sleep, he glanced out the widow momentarily when he saw a red pickup truck near his curb, he frowned and looked more closely, His eyes widened when he saw that Willow, Xander, and a blonde was there, lugging a large ladder in their arms. He rushed down the stairs and out the door in confusion.
“Willow…Xander!” a male’s voice was heard, the three friends turned their head and found that Jarred, Tara’s friend, was there, his eyes wide in surprise and happiness. “What are you guys doing here?” he questioned them as he left his front door, shutting the wood behind him; he then rushed to Willow’s side carrying a questioning glance at the three friends. What were they doing here? “Did you just come from Tara’s?”
“No, Jarred….I came here to do something, I followed Tara and her father here earlier and now I have to tell her something.” Willow stated matter of factly, shaking her head.
Jarred just lifted his eyebrows in confusion.
“Tara and her father.” Willow clarified, her head still peeking to next door. “We were kissing on the bench and then suddenly Tara’s father was there, dragging her home.” Her voice was low with concern.
“He said that he didn’t want me anywhere near her again, so I followed them to see where she lived.” She finished, her heart breaking at the thought of not ever seeing Tara again. They may have just met but their souls were tied together way before then, she knew that there was something about Tara that soothed her soul and vise versa. She could never accept the fact that she couldn’t see Tara.
“Oh, god…I was afraid of this.” Jarred said, shaking his head in unease, he knew that something like this would happen and he wasn’t sure why he hadn’t done something to stop it, but he really didn’t know if there was something he could do in the first place. Willow and Tara’s love wouldn’t come as easily or effortlessly as either girl had initially thought.
“Afraid of this?” Xander echoed Jarred’s words, his eyes widening in concern and apprehension. “Afraid of what?” He asked the other boy, his brow furrowing in alarm. “Jarred, what are you talking about?” he asked one more time, extremely distressed.
“Tara’s father is pretty strict.” Jarred explained.
“I need to see her.” Willow voiced adamantly.
“And how do you propose we do that?” Jarred lifted an eyebrow, skeptical at whatever Willow had planned. “Willow, what are you guys planning to do with that ladder?”
“Well, I need to see her.” Willow stated matter of factly, she wasn’t going to leave this neighborhood until she saw Tara, that was for sure. “I need to see her Jarred and nobody can stop that.” Willow was adamant, and when Willow was adamant, there was nothing in the world that could stop her.
Jarred’s eyes softened when he saw how determined the redhead was. “Willow, I understand what you’re feeling, I do…”
“I’m going to use this ladder to climb up Tara’s window.” Willow stated simply, all rational thought had disappeared; she needed to see Tara and she hadn’t cared what it cost. “We weren’t finished with our kiss.” She voiced adamantly, still carrying the other side of the ladder as Xander and Buffy grasped onto the other side.
“Okay…” Jarred took a deep breath, this girl was talking crazy and he needed to rectify the situation. “I can give you her number.” Jarred suggested his eyes pleading for Willow to forget about climbing up Tara’s window. “Just put down the ladder.” He said softly, sighing.
“I can’t do that.” Willow said simply, shaking her head.
“But, Willow…how do you expect to do this without getting caught?” Jarred asked, his green depths were locked onto the other girl’s emerald orbs as he tried to get through to the redhead. “This is a bad idea.” He shook his head as he refused to give in to the redhead, who was obviously off her head.
“I think it’s a great idea.” Willow nodded her head enthusiastically.
Jarred studied Willow and knew as he met her eyes that the redhead was serious, she was going to do this no matter what he said, and he figured that it would be better if he helped her carry the ladder than have a redheaded girl with a broken back in his front yard. “Fine.” Jarred sighed. “It might just be romantic.”
“Thanks.” Willow gave Jarred a beaming bright smile. “I’d hug you if I could but I have a ladder on me.” Willow pointed out, smiling again.
“Let’s imagine that we’re hugging, huh?” Jarred smirked as he shook his head in amusement at the whole situation, Tara sure knew how to pick the girls. Willow seemed head over heels in love with her to be lugging a huge ladder to her window. “And be careful okay? I don’t want you to break your neck or anything.”
“That’s not going to happen.” Willow stated as she lifted the ladder into her arms and tottered a bit to her right, wobbling a bit as she struggled to hold on. “Okay, let’s go.” She told her two friends, nodding at Buffy and Xander, proceeding to haul the hefty and sizable ladder step towards the other yard, adamant.
“Jarred…which window is Tara’s?” Xander asked the other boy, helping his other two friends’ carry the heavy ladder; he wobbled a bit to his side causing Willow and Buffy to almost fall on their asses.
“It’s the one on the left.” Jarred stated, pointing at Tara’s widow, he saw them struggle so he rushed forward and helped the three.
They leaned the ladder against the side wall of Tara’s house and stepped back, leaving Willow to do whatever she wanted to do, leaving her to her privacy. Willow looked up the length of the ladder, and nodded. “I’m sure.”
Jarred, Xander, and Buffy all nodded and stepped away from Willow, looking up as they watched the redhead climb the stairs. Buffy seemed concerned when Willow neared the top so she rushed to the bottom of the steps so she could hold on to the ladder, she didn’t want Willow to break her neck or back in a fall.
Buffy stood there and helped steady the ladder, glancing up to see her friend nearing Tara’s closed window.
Willow looked down to see that Buffy was helping the ladder steady, she smiled softly at Buffy and proceeded to climb the extra steps to Tara’s windowpane.
Tara hadn’t left her room the entire time because she didn’t want to see her father or brother; she was surprised when her father had not bothered her the entire day, he didn’t ask her to explain any more about her kiss with Willow, he hadn’t come pounding at her door to mess with her, he hadn’t done anything.
Tara was still thinking about Willow, the redhead’s face engraved in her mind. The feel of Willow’s lips fresh in her brain, as she thought about it she shivered in desire. She remembered how she was dragged away from Willow and she felt a wave of sadness engulf her, she didn’t know if she’s ever see Willow again. She lay on her bed, quietly staring at the ceiling above her, her eyes darting across the colorless wall, sighing as she closed her eyes.
Willow poked her head to see into Tara’s window, she smiled in happiness when she saw Tara laying on her bed, her eyes closed. Willow motioned her hands and called for her. “Tara!” Willow cried out, her hands waving frantically that she almost slipped off the ladder, she trembled a little bit to her side, wobbling.
“Willow, are you okay?” Buffy asked from the bottom of the stairs, looking up in concern.
“I’m fine Buffy.” Willow assured, glancing down to catch Buffy’s gaze. She turned back to Tara’s window and called her name once again. “Tara!” she repeated, this time louder.
Tara opened her eyes when she thought she heard something, her face turning around lightly from side to side, she then closed her eyes once again, dismissing the noise as imagination.
Willow sighed and tapped at Tara’s window, knocking on it gently. She smiled when she saw Tara turn to her, her smile radiant. Willow waved to Tara when she saw the blonde rush to the window, her deep blue depths sparkling brightly. Willow continued to smile, her mouth almost hurting as she beamed even brighter, smiling widely in happiness.
Tara rushed to the window and opened it swiftly; she was completely surprised that the redhead was at her window, she could see Willow’s luminous green depths staring back at her.
“Willow!” the blonde exclaimed, smiling widely. “What are you doing here?” she asked.
“I came to see you.” Willow explained simply, giving Tara her best half-smile. “Surprise.” The voiced softly, her eyes never leaving those of Tara’s.
Tara laughed in a sudden surge of happiness; she then leaned forward to capture Willow’s lips into her own, kissing her tenderly and passionately, Tara’s hands cupped Willow’s cheeks, pulling Willow’s face more closer, kissing her deeper. “How did you know where I lived?” Tara asked as they pulled away from the kiss, she lifted her eyebrow in question but her eyes were still gleaming with bliss and delight.
“I followed you.” Willow stated shyly, glancing down at their interlocked hands. “I hope you don’t mind that I waited until tonight to see you, I just didn’t want your father to see me.”
Tara gazed deeply into Willow emerald depths seemingly captivated; she could hardly believe that Willow had actually followed her here, with a ladder to her window.
As she continued to stare into Willow’s eyes in silence she knew what she felt for the other girl, she knew why she felt that way, and she knew it in her heart. “I love you, Willow.” Tara said suddenly, her blue eyes still locked onto green.
“I love you too.” Willow said back as she leaned over and grabbed Tara into yet another deep kiss. The two girls sat there, kissing by the opened widow, again and again and again. Willow had one hand on the ladder and the other hand buried inside Tara’s hair. “Not even your father can stop us.” Willow said between kisses.
“I guess he can’t.” Tara nodded, giving Willow a quick kiss before pulling away. Tara placed her hands tenderly on top of Willow’s, just staring at each other’s eyes in captivation, seeing into each other’s soul.
They stayed that way for the longest time, just staring, their hands interlocked tenderly.
Jarred, Buffy, and Xander looked up at the two girls, smiling softly at the sight…even Buffy.
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To be continued _____________________________________________________________________
For some life lasts a short while, but the memories it holds last forever. -L. Swenson
"You make a place for her in your heart, it's sort of like she becomes a part of you. Does that make sense?" - Tara
Edited by: Renee85 at: 12/21/03 6:08 am
by TaraBaby77 » Tue Dec 16, 2003 11:42 pm 
Another outstanding update. The verdict is back 
, this story is definitely a winner, WAHOO!!! 
. Just simply, amazing!!! You can sure capture the love between them two. Great writing, I also would like to add. So, they are going to move forward, huh??? When can we find out, what they will do next??? 
. Okay, first off, I'm glad that Tara's dad didn't go all 'I'm going to beat the crap out of you', I was hoping that that wouldn't happen. Anyhoo, I am so wrapped into this fic. And, what do you know, you can't stop them two, heehee. Their love is something to be cherished. It's so darn beautiful. The whole climbing up to her window thingie is AWESOME 
The whole Willow climbing up the ladder to Tara's room was a really nice touch...and I'm glad that Buffy and Willow are getting along a little better. I love the fact that it was Buffy that was helping steady the ladder, it shows that Buffy is trying at least.