Oh. Oh crap. Oh total crap I so didn’t mean to say that out loud. Nu uh, not me, but since this is a dream it doesn’t really matter does it? Cause this is a nice dream, where Tara and I are happy and she’s alive and I can still tell her how beautiful she is and I can touch her and feel her and… I don’t think I wanna wake up.
Ever.
“M-my hair?” I stammer, reaching up to touch it self-consciously. She does the same and a strange shiver goes through me. Like recognition and I’m suddenly reminded of the many times Tara would reach out and touch my hair. Or run her fingers through my hair and I’d run mine through her soft sunshine hair. It makes me so very, very sad until I suddenly feel her soft lips on mine.
“Oh,” I breathe, eyes going wide and then fluttering closed. My own hand comes up and does exactly what I’ve been thinking about. Fingers run through her sunshine hair, lips meet, part and tongues tentatively slide against each other as I let out a soft sigh into her mouth. All the sadness disappears as I try to drink in this moment, this memory,….her.
Willow kisses me. I can hardly believe that this is a dream, because it feels so real. Her mouth is warm and soft, and the feel of her tongue against mine makes me shiver. It feels so new, but also, strangely, familiar, as if I've done this before, somehow. I feel her fingers tangle in my hair and I run my palm down her cheek.
When I eventually draw back, I breathe out, a great shuddering sigh of amazement.
"This can't be a dream," I say without thinking, then clap a hand to my mouth. What if saying it makes me wake up? I don't want to wake up. Nothing in my real life is as good as this.
I’ve missed this. I’ve missed this so much. Yeah, sure there was Kennedy. But this, this was special. Tara was special. She was the one, she’ll always be the one. And that’s why others will never work.
Tara’s kisses are it, Tara’s touch is it, Tara’s words are it, Tara’s everything. And in this dream she’s real. In this dream I can once again pretend she’s still here. With me. Together. Seriously don’t ever wanna wake up.
When we pull back, my lips tingle with the need for more. My hands ache with the need to touch her. All of her. Roam my hands over her skin, my mouth, my lips, my tongue, … my eyes. I’m a little short of breath and a smile slides on my face when she insists this can’t be a dream either.
It is. I know it is. But it’s my friggen dream and I’m not about to wake up. Or wake her up.
“For now, this is real,” I whisper, taking her hand and bringing it to my mouth. Lips press into her palm, and my eyes close as I take in the memory. “I love you so much.” I miss you so much more.
“For now, this is real,” she says, and my heart jumps painfully in my chest as she presses her lips to my palm, my womb contracting with desire. Goddess. Goddess.
"I love you so much."
It's too much for me, and I feel a tear sliding down my cheek. No one has ever sounded so gentle, except my mother, and Mom has been dead for a year and I miss her so much. So, so much. And Willow... How can she not be real? I need her. I want to stay here forever.
"I love you too," I whisper in a choked voice, brushing my hand across her cheek. "So much."
I'm shocked to see her crying. She's not supposed to cry in my dreams. She's supposed to be happy and smiling and joking with me. Like we did when-- when all was still the way it should be. Should have been.
My own bottom lip starts to quiver at the sigh and I reach out to softly brush the tears away. "Please don't cry, sweetie," I whisper. "We're here, we have the here and now. We should make the most of it."
If these dreams is all we are going to get, then I want to wake up happy. Not sad because my Tara was crying. Swallowing hard, I manage a weak smile as I tuck a lock of her golden hair behind an ear. My hand comes up to cover the one she has on my face, turning it so I can kiss the palm. "So you wanna make out some more?" I ask shyly as the hair falls into my face and I glance at her from under my eyelashes
Ever.
“M-my hair?” I stammer, reaching up to touch it self-consciously. She does the same and a strange shiver goes through me. Like recognition and I’m suddenly reminded of the many times Tara would reach out and touch my hair. Or run her fingers through my hair and I’d run mine through her soft sunshine hair. It makes me so very, very sad until I suddenly feel her soft lips on mine.
“Oh,” I breathe, eyes going wide and then fluttering closed. My own hand comes up and does exactly what I’ve been thinking about. Fingers run through her sunshine hair, lips meet, part and tongues tentatively slide against each other as I let out a soft sigh into her mouth. All the sadness disappears as I try to drink in this moment, this memory,….her.
Yeah. Don’t wanna wake up. Ever.
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When I eventually draw back, I breathe out, a great shuddering sigh of amazement.
"This can't be a dream," I say without thinking, then clap a hand to my mouth. What if saying it makes me wake up? I don't want to wake up. Nothing in my real life is as good as this.
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Tara’s kisses are it, Tara’s touch is it, Tara’s words are it, Tara’s everything. And in this dream she’s real. In this dream I can once again pretend she’s still here. With me. Together. Seriously don’t ever wanna wake up.
When we pull back, my lips tingle with the need for more. My hands ache with the need to touch her. All of her. Roam my hands over her skin, my mouth, my lips, my tongue, … my eyes. I’m a little short of breath and a smile slides on my face when she insists this can’t be a dream either.
It is. I know it is. But it’s my friggen dream and I’m not about to wake up. Or wake her up.
“For now, this is real,” I whisper, taking her hand and bringing it to my mouth. Lips press into her palm, and my eyes close as I take in the memory. “I love you so much.” I miss you so much more.
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"I love you so much."
It's too much for me, and I feel a tear sliding down my cheek. No one has ever sounded so gentle, except my mother, and Mom has been dead for a year and I miss her so much. So, so much. And Willow... How can she not be real? I need her. I want to stay here forever.
"I love you too," I whisper in a choked voice, brushing my hand across her cheek. "So much."
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My own bottom lip starts to quiver at the sigh and I reach out to softly brush the tears away. "Please don't cry, sweetie," I whisper. "We're here, we have the here and now. We should make the most of it."
If these dreams is all we are going to get, then I want to wake up happy. Not sad because my Tara was crying. Swallowing hard, I manage a weak smile as I tuck a lock of her golden hair behind an ear. My hand comes up to cover the one she has on my face, turning it so I can kiss the palm. "So you wanna make out some more?" I ask shyly as the hair falls into my face and I glance at her from under my eyelashes
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