Buffy the Vampire Slayer. Tara Maclay/Willow Rosenberg. 067, Nervous.
Title: I Would Never Hurt You
Fandom: Buffy the Vampire Slayer
Characters: Willow, Tara
Prompt: 067. Nervous
Word Count: 511
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: I do not own Buffy the Vampire Slayer or any of its characters (sadly enough), they definitely belong to Joss Whedon.
Summary: Willow goes to Tara's dorm after the fiasco at the Magic Box (from previous fic Storm Cloud) to try and make things right between the two.
Warnings: Femslash. Set during Season Four, although there are definite bits of AUness, and I gave Tara a middle name.
Author: Katherine Magnolia, a.k.a. desire-of-nymph, written for the 100moods challenge.
Willow stood silently in the empty dorm hall, staring at the closed door in front of her. Her entire stomach was filled with butterflies, and not the good kind. No, these weren't even butterflies, they were bees. Nasty killer wasps stinging everytime that she delayed knocking for even a second. But she just couldn't get her hand to move. It felts like she had been spelled to stay standing there, or someone had gone and filled her with cement.
She remembered the look on Tara's face very clearly. The blonde witch had been confused, and even hurt. Now Willow was standing on her doorstep, stomach jumping with nerves because she knew what Tara should do when she found her there. Slam the door shut in her face and not speak to her again for at least a week. She could practically feel the air whooshing at her face like it was going to. And, moving completely of its own accord, her hand rose up and rapped on the door.
Footsteps sounded on the other side and, before Willow could run away, the door swung open to reveal Tara in her pajamas. "W-willow!" she exclaimed, surprise painted over her face before a mask of blankness took over. To Willow's everlasting shock, the door did not slam in her face. "W-what do you w-want?"
"Can I come in?" Willow asked tentatively, her nervousness showing through.
Tara studied her for a moment, blue eyes unreadable, then nodded and stepped aside. "C-come on." After Willow passed in Tara did close the door, though she didn't lock it like normal. She also stayed at the door, arms folded across her chest in a protective gesture. "So?"
Willow tried to look at Tara, she really did, but the hurt that seeped through that emotionless guard every few second was just too much for her to bear. "I came to say that I'm sorry." She looked up, but Tara turned away.
"Y-you don't w-w-want your friend to know w-who I am."
"No!" Tara, I..." Willow faltered. It was true, in a way, she didn't want her friends to know about Tara. But not because she was ashamed of her. It was, in fact, the exact opposite. She was proud near to bursting to have Tara as such a good friend. It was just that she didn't want to have to share her, and she didn't want to have to explain that to anyone just yet. Not even Tara herself.
"Ashamed," Tara said bluntly, "or nervous."
"Complicated," Willow said softly, stepping forward to place her hand on Tara's shoulder. "I don't want to have to share you with them just yet. Please, can... can you just understand that for now? I never meant to hurt you." Her voice grew even quieter when Tara turned, her eyes a little misty. "I would never do anything to hurt you, Tara Lynn Maclay." Her hand drifted up to cup Tara's face, fingers stroking the softness of her cheek gently. "You know that."
Tara nodded, a small smile on her lips. "I do."
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Fandom: Buffy the Vampire Slayer
Characters: Willow, Tara
Prompt: 067. Nervous
Word Count: 511
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: I do not own Buffy the Vampire Slayer or any of its characters (sadly enough), they definitely belong to Joss Whedon.
Summary: Willow goes to Tara's dorm after the fiasco at the Magic Box (from previous fic Storm Cloud) to try and make things right between the two.
Warnings: Femslash. Set during Season Four, although there are definite bits of AUness, and I gave Tara a middle name.
Author: Katherine Magnolia, a.k.a. desire-of-nymph, written for the 100moods challenge.
Willow stood silently in the empty dorm hall, staring at the closed door in front of her. Her entire stomach was filled with butterflies, and not the good kind. No, these weren't even butterflies, they were bees. Nasty killer wasps stinging everytime that she delayed knocking for even a second. But she just couldn't get her hand to move. It felts like she had been spelled to stay standing there, or someone had gone and filled her with cement.
She remembered the look on Tara's face very clearly. The blonde witch had been confused, and even hurt. Now Willow was standing on her doorstep, stomach jumping with nerves because she knew what Tara should do when she found her there. Slam the door shut in her face and not speak to her again for at least a week. She could practically feel the air whooshing at her face like it was going to. And, moving completely of its own accord, her hand rose up and rapped on the door.
Footsteps sounded on the other side and, before Willow could run away, the door swung open to reveal Tara in her pajamas. "W-willow!" she exclaimed, surprise painted over her face before a mask of blankness took over. To Willow's everlasting shock, the door did not slam in her face. "W-what do you w-want?"
"Can I come in?" Willow asked tentatively, her nervousness showing through.
Tara studied her for a moment, blue eyes unreadable, then nodded and stepped aside. "C-come on." After Willow passed in Tara did close the door, though she didn't lock it like normal. She also stayed at the door, arms folded across her chest in a protective gesture. "So?"
Willow tried to look at Tara, she really did, but the hurt that seeped through that emotionless guard every few second was just too much for her to bear. "I came to say that I'm sorry." She looked up, but Tara turned away.
"Y-you don't w-w-want your friend to know w-who I am."
"No!" Tara, I..." Willow faltered. It was true, in a way, she didn't want her friends to know about Tara. But not because she was ashamed of her. It was, in fact, the exact opposite. She was proud near to bursting to have Tara as such a good friend. It was just that she didn't want to have to share her, and she didn't want to have to explain that to anyone just yet. Not even Tara herself.
"Ashamed," Tara said bluntly, "or nervous."
"Complicated," Willow said softly, stepping forward to place her hand on Tara's shoulder. "I don't want to have to share you with them just yet. Please, can... can you just understand that for now? I never meant to hurt you." Her voice grew even quieter when Tara turned, her eyes a little misty. "I would never do anything to hurt you, Tara Lynn Maclay." Her hand drifted up to cup Tara's face, fingers stroking the softness of her cheek gently. "You know that."
Tara nodded, a small smile on her lips. "I do."
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