Strawberry Float

by

sHaYcH

Disclaimer: Joss & Co. own 'em. I don't.

This would be one of those stories about two folks who really love one and other who just happen to be of the same sex. Funny, but it's a canon pairing, too, as Joss Whedon & Co. have proved to be brave, intelligent people of wonderful talent.

If this isn't your vision of Sunnydale coupledom, check elsewhere for another 'shipper site. : )

Feedback and constructive criticism are always welcome, though nasty, hateful stuff will be faxed to D'Hoffryn for processing. You can reach me at shaych3@yahoo.com.

"Thirsty?" Willow asked nervously as she and Tara stood in the Rosenberg kitchen.

"Huh?" Tara blinked owlishly at Willow, then gave a little shrug. "Um, sure. I guess."

Willow giggled and opened the fridge, pulling out a bottle of dark red soda, then opened the freezer and got out some ice cream. "You'll like this," she said in a "trust me" voice.

"Oh, okay," Tara replied, linking her hands behind her back and watching as Willow scooped out vanilla ice cream into two large glasses. The soda was poured over the ice cream until fuchsia colored foam oozed over the tops.

"Here ya go," Willow said, pushing a glass toward the blonde-haired wiccan.

"Th-thanks," Tara said, taking the cup and staring into it. Pink and cream colored bubbled popped up at her. She looked up just in time to see Willow slip her index finger into her own glass and swirl it around.

Willow flushed and said, "I don't like getting foam on my nose," then she licked her finger.

Tara's heart leaped into her throat as she watched Willow, mesmerized by the red head's lips around her finger. Willow's eyes met hers and Tara looked away, embarrassed at having been caught staring. Nervously, she took a sip of the pink concoction and giggled when the foam speckled her nose and chin. Willow looked up from drinking hers and grinned.

"You've um, got some on your um, nose," Willow said.

Tara ducked her head and smiled shyly. "Yeah, I know. Um, could you, uh, hand me a napkin?"

"I'll get it," Willow said, then slid in close to the wiccan and touched her chin, brushing away some of the foam, then sucking it off her finger. Tara's cheeks flushed crimson.

"Will..." she whispered as the hacker's fingers stroked her face.

"Yeah?" Willow asked as she moved closer and removing the foam from Tara's nose.

"Wh-what are you -"

"You've got some on the corner of your mouth," Willow whispered, leaning forward and gently kissing the corner of Tara's mouth. Tara sighed and shivered as she turned, pressing her mouth into Willow's. The hacker's arms slid around the wiccan, drawing her into a gentle embrace. Minutes later, they pulled apart and exchanged goofy smiles.

"Willow?" Tara asked a few heartbeats later.

"Yeah?"

"I think you got some foam on your face."

fin

04-25-00