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    You Do NOT Get to Say Her Name

    “Hmmmm, Tara, I missed you so much!” Willow murmured softly into the blonde’s neck, between softly placed kisses.

     

    As her fingers explored the firm, taut body of the blonde, Willow knew she was going home, to the place that she truly belonged. Nerves were surpassed only by the long unsatisfied passion and as she ran her elegant fingers gently up the fresh, smooth thigh of the woman she loved, she was surprised to be pushed backwards.

     

    “No, Willow. We can’t!” Tara said firmly as she came into a sitting position.

     

    “What? Can’t? I thought you wanted this?” Willows heart fell into her stomach and she fought not to vomit.

     

    “Oh Willow, I want this more than anything else. But not now!”  She whispered, her voice full of love and promise. “Not until you’ve told Kennedy, I won’t be the other woman, not even for you.” she said sadly.

     

    “But…” Willows protest was cut short as Tara placed one long, elegant finger over her lips.

     

    “I won’t do it to her.” Tara told her firmly. ‘However much I want to!’ she thought.

     

    Willow pouted playfully. “You do know she’d do it to you in a heartbeat!” She whined jovially.

     

    “And that’s exactly what makes me the better person!” Tara returned quickly.

     

    Willow closed her eyes sadly. Her lips tingled with desire, everything she had longed for sat before her, the warm, sweet and minty taste of the blonde still lingered on her lips and she wanted to rediscover the rest of her lover.

    Sighing regretfully, she nodded. “Ok, I’ll tell her first thing.” she agreed, knowing that Tara wouldn’t change her mind on this.

    “One more kiss?” she asked hopefully, her emerald eyes twinkling with mischief.

     

    Meeting Willows grin with her own devilish look, she leant in, her lips meeting Willows eagerly, her tongue requesting entrance and immediately taking dominance over the redheads.

     

     

    The front door banged open and the potentials burst in noisily, pushing and jostling to try and get to the kitchen first. Buffy and Spike followed, both tired of the constant questions and defeatist attitude they had met throughout their training session. Giles sat up on the couch quickly spilling popcorn all over the floor as he did so.

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