BtVS Ficlet - No Words Needed
Title: No Words Needed
Fandom: BTVS
Author: badly_knitted
Characters: Willow/Tara
Rating: G
Spoilers: Season 3
Summary: Willow and Tara dance on Tara’s birthday
Word Count: 246
Written For: juliet316’s prompt ‘BtVS, Willow/Tara, no words needed’ at
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Disclaimer: I don’t own BTVS, or the characters. They belong to Joss Whedon.
Their hands brush lightly, turn palm-to-palm, fingers entwining, and magic fairly crackles between them like electricity. It makes their bodies tingle, vibrating to the beat of the deafening music that fills The Bronze, making speech impossible.
It doesn’t matter. They don’t need words, they never really have. From the first moment they met, voiceless and bewildered like the rest of the Sunnydale population, they’ve been able to read each other perfectly. A look, a touch, a simple gesture speaks volumes and mere words can’t even begin to compare. Sometimes Tara wonders why they ever bother speaking at all when Willow’s smile and a feather soft touch tell her all she needs to know.
Nothing has ever felt like this, she’d never known it was possible to be so perfectly attuned to another person. She feels transparent, as though Willow could look right inside her, read her every thought and emotion clear as day, and it should be scary but somehow it’s not. There’s nothing she’d want to hide anyway, not anymore. Willow knows all there is to know about her and loves her anyway. Nothing else matters
They move closer together, swaying to the music, breathing each other in and it’s perfect. There’s nothing but the two of them, lost in their dance, and even though they’re surrounded by people they’re in a world of their own. It’s as if they’re weightless, floating, lighter than air, their feet not even touching the ground. Maybe they are.
The End