Buffy sighed, her heart was torn, she knew she should hold Tara’s loyalty and tell Giles to ask her himself and yet the slayer part of her knew that, if there was any chance of danger, she had to stop it… preferably before it destroyed her house.

“Do not tell her I told you anything.” Buffy said before shifting onto the grass and recounting the tale Tara had told.

Sat on the bed with Tara resting gently between her legs, Willow wondered how it was she ever got to be so lucky. She ran her fingers through the golden hair of her soul mate and sighed contentedly. The urgency they had felt both in the kitchen and almost constantly since Tara had returned had dissipated as they had entered the room and Willow felt suddenly nervous.

Tara moaned softly and pressed back further into her loves embrace, looking up at her with huge, love filled eyes, she smiled. “Whatcha thinking?” the blonde asked sensuously, her voice sending bolts of liquid lightning through Willows body and making her shudder.

“Nothin’” Willow replied, her voice shallow and breathy.

Tara shifted to look into the green eyes she thought she’d never see again.

“Liar!” she purred, running her fingers gently across Willows temples. “It’s almost always busy up here!” she continued softly, her breath tickling Willows sensitive earlobe.

“Oh goddess, Tara.” Willow croaked as the blonde kissed her neck softly, trailing warm kisses up to her earlobe before sucking and nibbling gently.

”So, whatcha thinkin’?” Tara repeated as she continued her teasing of the soft ear.

“I…, Well, I was… oh God!” Willow gasped, her fingers instinctively lacing through the long golden tresses of her lover as her hips bucked up to meet the blondes.

Tara pulled back suddenly and fixed Willow with her predatory gaze. “What were you thinking?” she asked seriously, the passion and fire that swam within her misty blue eyes made it difficult for Willow to concentrate on the question as her arousal built rapidly.

“Do we really have to go into that now?” Willow asked, firmly affixing her best puppy eyes on Tara.

Tara raised one eyebrow slowly. “Baby, what’s wrong?” she asked, cupping the redheads cheek softly and running the pad of her thumb across the delicate freckles. The yearning in the redheads green eyes hadn’t managed to cover the small glimmer of nervousness that hung there.