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You Do NOT Get to Say Her Name
“Thank god that’s over!” Buffy sighed as she closed the door to the basement firmly and leant back against the solid wood.
She had gathered the potentials together to explain to them everything they had learned about Tara and the power she now had, and to set their minds to rest. While many had accepted the news as just another part of the weird and wonderful life they had suddenly found themselves in, a few were more than a little disbelieving.
“Did everything go to plan?” Giles asked softly as he appeared in the kitchen.
“Yeah I guess, Anya’s fielding questions now.” she told him. “I’m going to grab a shower and then we should all head out for some training. How’s the researchy going?”
Giles removed his glasses and polished them thoughtfully on a handkerchief and Buffy idly wondered if that was the sole purpose for his having one. Shaking her head from the rather unpleasant images that filled her mind, she smiled coyly as he replaced them and looked over his shoulder. “Well, Willow is gathering the things she needs for the binding and Tara, well I think she is still a little, what is it you say? Wigged?”
Buffy smiled broadly. “Yeah well, she’ll be fine Giles; she’s stronger than you know.”
Giles nodded in agreement.
“I’m gonna shower, back soon!” Buffy told him before disappearing off to the bathroom.
Willow sat under the tree in the back yard, the sun dappling through the branches and spotting the ground around her. She stared lovingly at the photograph in her hand and remembered the day it had been taken.
She, Tara, Buffy, Riley, Anya and Xander had spent a day at the beach, playing football and planning to barbeque. The sun had shone and while Xander fought with his ‘cave man’ skills, she and Tara had lost themselves in magazines and simple chat. Anya had placed herself in charge of taking photos and while some of them were a little wobbly, most had turned out pretty well.
The one she now held in her hands was the last one on the film, she had been packing up her towel and picked up the camera and a few other things that Anya had forgotten in her rush to get home and have orgasms with Xander. Tara had returned to where they had been sat all afternoon to fetch the ice box and Willow had turned and snapped her photo, the sunlight reflecting from her hair and laughter dancing in her eyes, Willow had thought she’d never looked more beautiful.
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