Just like magic

Chapter 11

Being the girlfriend of another girl was something I definitely hadn't prepared for. But every day so far had been great. She'd come through the window at night then pause cuddling and expertly hide under the bed if we heard mum coming. She was always a little dusty after those expeditions, but I didn't care. She didn't either. Still awaiting a kiss though.

Buffy had already come up with a name for us within a day of me telling her: Tillow. Personally, I preferred Wara but...it was Buffy. And of course, Buffy was the one who loved Tara and our relationship the most. She begged us to come on patrol with her, though I explained frequently Tara didn't exactly like the hands-on fighting, to which she'd retorted "bet she likes something else hands-on though" and I had been, I quote, a 'blushing mess'.

Today was different though. Sure Buffy loved Tara, but she was yet to meet the rest of the gang. But forget her being nervous...I WAS NERVOUS! Especially Anya with her blunt personality (that apparently Xander was inheriting).

I could feel a slight shake in her as we walked towards the Bronze. I probably shouldn't have told her so much about Xander and Anya.

"They're not that bad. Anya's just...direct sometimes. And it's not just with you. She's like that with everyone. Even Xander. And Xander...well he's just...he thinks he knows everything sometimes. But he's nice. Mostly." I paused. "I'm rambling aren't I?"

She finally smiled a little. "It's actually helping a little...weirdly. Besides, your ramblings are adorable."

I felt my cheeks heating up. Oz had complimented me but coming from her, it felt different. This was going to be different. Oh wait, I was supposed to compliment her back. What was I supposed to say though? Your eyes are beautiful? No, too common. You have the greatest smile? No... Something about her hair? Oh god. She'd gone silent. Uhm...JUST SAY SOMETHING.

"You're not too bad yourself." Not too bad yourself? Seriously?! I cringed externally, waiting for her to become embarrassed by my horrible attempt at flirting.

But I saw her smile a little more. Not exactly the reaction I expected...

"Sorry, I'm not exactly known for flirting. Oz always initiated..." I realised what I was saying as I said it and looked immediately apologetic at her.

"It's...it's okay. It's not like I expect you to not talk about him. First love after all..." She ended in a slightly saddened tone, so I stopped and turned to look at her.

"Tara..."

"It's okay Will, really."

"It's not."

She crossed her arms, a nervous habit I'd learned she did when she was slightly uncomfortable. "It's just...you mean a lot to me. ...You know that...right?"

"Evidently...What are you worried about?"

She hesitated for a second, as if trying to sieve through her thoughts. "It's not...worry. Not really. I just..." She laughed nervously as if her next utterance was going to be absurd. "I keep getting the urge to...kiss you."

Okay...that definitely wasn't expected. What was I supposed to say now? It wasn't like I hadn't dreamt about it. In fact, my heart was practically falling out of my chest from the thought. But...I couldn't form words.

She must've taken the look on my face for reluctance and shock. "Sorry...I guess that was a bit out of pocket. It's just, I keep looking at you and you're so pretty and I just get this urge like I need to fe-"

I didn't let her continue, consumed by the sudden feeling of her close, closer than she'd ever been before. It was overwhelming my senses: the feel of her lips, so soft and warm. And the smell...the familiar smell of vanilla incense but so overpowering now we were practically every inch touching, it enveloped me, made me feel the safest I'd ever felt; like there was nothing in the world but the two of us in this moment. I wanted to keep it. Treasure it. Freeze time so we stayed like this forever. If it ended who knew what would happen. I didn't want the experience to end.