Tara hadn't lived in Sunnydale very long. She came into town just to get away from the family she left behind on the East Coast. And although she was happier here in California, she still didn't know what being TRULY happy was - until these past couple of weeks. She never believed she would know what it would be like to be really liked by someone you liked - maybe even loved - first
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Oh man, he was late. At least, he thought he was. Xander’s alarm clock hadn’t gone off because he had forgotten to put fresh batteries in (he really should give that whole “electricity” thing a whirl, since it seemed to work wonders in terms of other technological advances) and he couldn’t find his watch as he hurriedly got ready for work. He could have turned on the television or the radio to get a gander at the time, but he didn’t trust himself. Curse the distraction of early-morning cartoons and witty radio deejays
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Willow grinned at Tara and glanced mischievously at the little basket they had brought with for their picnic. "You're gonna have cake then huh?" she joked, lacing her fingers with Tara's when the other girl took her hand. Brining said hand up to her lips she kissed the back of it and smiled when Tara talked about magicy things. Which she didn't mind at all to be perfectly honest. Tara was about the only one she *could* talk to when it came to that in a serious way. Cause the Wicca group they had both met at were-- kinda disappointing
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Tara giggled as Willow had some connotation to the 'spells' thing. She had naughty, un-Tara like thoughts whenever they were together, something that had never felt so strong in Tara before. She wanted contact with Willow constantly, not wanting to let her go. And it wasn't because she could talk to her about serious magic, that they could grow together as witches, learning off each other, feeding off each other
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