As the song drew to its conclusion, everyone stood to applaud, the tears smearing Willows make up and leaving her gasping for breath. She turned to thank Tara but the woman was no where in sight. “Where’s Tara, she missed it?” Willow exclaimed, fresh tears getting stuck in her throat. The others reassured her and

Willow, Vince, Blaze, Chris and Melissa were all dressed smartly for Tara’s big show. They had spent the day trying to calm her down and help her pick an outfit for the evening.Willowhad expected her to be nervous but Tara was a wreck, she had changed clothes four different times and, just as they were about

Willow sat at the airport, a large and rather unpleasant man had followed her to the airport, through duty-free and all the way to the gate. He was removed for the building when he had tried to grope a young tourist. It seemed like she had been away from Tara for months, despite speaking to her

“Tara!!!” Willow yelled from the loft, “Have you seen my briefcase?” Tara shook her head, for someone who was usually so organised, Willow was having such a panic over this trip. “It’s by the door sweetie, where it’s been for the past two hours.” She replied as she crossed her painting area and into Willows office.

From: <Redfire@hotmail.com> To: <MissyMoo@lostindarkness.net>   Dear Melissa, Wow, what  a couple of years. Tara moved in three days after she painted that stunning portrait. We converted my office upstairs, well not converted exactly but split. I still have my office and Tara has a huge area to paint in. She’s doing so well, I’m proud

Vince was bored. He’d called Tara over eight hours ago and she still hadn’t returned his call. A scruffy cat growled at him from the opposite side of the table, “I’m going over there!” he told the disgruntled feline who hissed at him, “”Don’t try and argue Cosmic, I’ve made up my mind.” The cat

Wrapped up in Tara’s arms, Willow awoke early, the sun had just risen and outside the birds were greeting it cheerfully. Trying not to wake Tara, she slipped slowly from her arms and found a blanket to cover her angelic faced lover, placing a small kiss on her forehead as she did so. Willow stretched and picked

Stepping out into the bright moonlit night, Willow and Tara wrapped their arms around each other and glanced up and down the street, there was no sigh of a cab anywhere soothe turned to their left and started walking. “My place is nearer” Tara offered, hoping that Willow would try and convince her to go back to

By 11.30 the party was in full swing, everyone having already drunk enough for their inhibitions to be very low indeed. Having convinced Blaze that Tara was seriously off-limits to her, Willow was having a great time. She’d found that she actually knew a large amount of people there and having gotten caught up in

Tara was the first one to return to the bar having changed into the pale pink shirt, darker pink trousers and apron. David smiled, “That looks ok.” He said nodding. “Where’s Vince?” Before Tara could respond, Vince appeared in the doorway. “If you laugh,” he said, “I’m taking it off.” Both Tara and David looked

As Vince watched on,Tara’s hand slid slowly up Willows calf, tickling the back of her knee gently as the red-head went about resetting the computer.Willowclosed her eyes, trying to force them to focus on the task in hand, she looked down at Tara who was still piling bottles into the fridge and seemed unaware of the

As soon as Tara stepped out of the lift, David grabbed her arm. “My office please Miss Maclay.” He said sternly. ‘Oh *****, he knows’ Tara thought as she followed him to the small, stuffy room. Willow emerged with Greg from the corridor, spotting Tara immediately she flashed a winning smile her way. Tara beamed back as

As soon as David had gone, Vince turned his back to the room, his usual willingness to witness women in the throws of passion suddenly escaping him. “It’s me.” He said bashfully, “Me being Vince.” He added. From behind a trolley Tara’s head appeared, her cheeks flushed and a wicked grin twinkling in her smoky blue eyes.

Willow walked backwards, pulling Tara towards her as she kissed the soft lips of the blonde gently, her ***** came to a halt on a huge pile of towels and Tara pushed her backwards, lifting her so she could lay back comfortably. Tara’s surprise at being captured had rapidly melted into arousal, her lips following the

Caught up in her daydream, Tara hadn’t noticed Vince getting into the lift with her. He stood and watched as her eyes focused on a memory in the distance, she shifted a little and leant back against the wall, her face flushing a warm red. “Holy *****!” he exclaimed, making Tara jump. Has her eyes

Willow was sat at the head of the impossibly long table, her sleek legs crossed at the ankle beneath the shining wood. To her left sat the heads of the software department, to her right, the men responsible for installing and configuring the programmes. Both sides were arguing over the reason for a huge crash that

Sunlight streamed in through the huge windows and roused Tara from her sleep. She grudgingly opened her eyes and stretched. Panic set in momentarily until the memory of the nights activities calmed her. “Wow!” she breathed quietly. Looking around the large, clean living room she found it to be empty of people. Tara sat up

Tara slid into the cab,Willow right behind her. As soon as the door was closed Willows lips met Tara’s in a powerful, fiery yet passionate kiss, her tongue forcing its way into the aroused blondes mouth and joining her own in a seductive dance. Willows hands clawed down Tara’s back, eliciting low growls that vibrated

Stepping back, Tara took a deep breath. Vince who had been watching the encounter with much interest pointed to a shelf just in front of the blonde. She looked down and saw, to her delight, a cocktail book, claiming to contain the recipes of every cocktail known to man. She bent down and fetched the book, as

Tara walked the bar rapidly, her heart racing a little more than she had realised. She smiled at the young men she recognised from outside the hotel earlier. “What can I get you?” she asked as she reached them. They had evidently had a lot to drink and had reached the stage of being drunk

‘Another busy night’ Tarathought to herself as the crowd flowed through the door. She had been working the bar at the Noxon Hotel for the past 2 years. Her real passion was art and she had moved to California to try and ‘make it’ as an artist, so far she had sold one picture, hardly the