MY HEART BELONGS TO
YOU
BY
KINETIC-KID
Rating:
PG-13 – OH MY GOD!! Say it
isn’t so!! PG-13?? Impossible I say!! Impossible!!
Disclaimer: Definitely no
money being made. All characters belong to Joss Whedon and ME. I own nothing
except whatever characters I may make up for this story. I just like to play
with them - I promise to put them back after I’m done!!
Distribution: Oh yeah, anywhere, anytime.
Just make sure I get credit and let me know where it is.
Spoilers:
Pretty much everything - if you haven’t watched BTVS - why are you
reading the fanfic??? This story
is, of course, AU!!
Feedback:
Please, Please, PLEASE!!! I live for feedback. It’s a fanfic writer’s one
true payment!
Pairing:
You’ll figure it out quickly!!
Summary:
Summary? Who needs a
summary??? How about the fact that
W/T were together previously but are just friends now… and that’s all I have to say. Everything else is up for grabs,
throwing everything else that happened on BtVS out the window as I like to
play/screw with everything anyways!!
LMAO
“Sometimes love makes no sense. Sometimes you just have to take it and
grab onto it with both hands, riding it for all it’s worth. You may have it for a day, a week, a
year… or for the rest of your life.
Just be thankful for having it in your life, in whatever form it
is.” Willow nibbles on her bottom
lip for a moment as she searches the eyes before her, giving in to the
inevitable. “Be happy. That’s all I want for you. Just… be happy.”
“Thank you.” The whispered, heartfelt words seem to
make Willow relax and a small smile of caring crosses her
lips.
Willow watches the woman turn and
stride away, hoping that the person she loves actually does want and love her in
return. The signals coming from the
other woman sometimes confusing and contradictory, but the circumstances and
past relationships could be used to explain her reactions. She chuckles to herself as she decides
to head back to her room, silently wondering if anyone else is aware of what’s
been transpiring. Figuring
eventually she’ll find out, but not wanting to spoil any surprises before then,
she flops down on her bed waiting for her parents to actually come home for a
brief stay before they head over to Europe for the rest of the
year.
***
Tara unlocks the door to her dorm
room, pushing it open with one hand while looking at the envelope that had been
dropped off down at the student’s mail slots. The bold strokes showing only her name
on the outside of it, making her curious as she pulls the keys out of the door
and kicks the door shut with her foot while dropping the backpack from her
shoulder. Carefully sliding a nail
under the sealed edges, it takes her a minute for the smell of flowers to invade
her senses. Jerking her eyes up,
she looks in disbelief at the large vase filled with too many flowers to
name.
Turning to the door in disbelief, as
someone knocks on it, she cautiously opens it and stares at her RA.
“Hope you don’t mind, but I let the
cupid in to deliver the flowers. I
watched the entire time and all that was done was the flowers set on the desk
before they left. Have a Happy
Valentine’s Day!” Joanna grins at
the shocked look on Tara’s face before she spins around and practically skips
down the hallway.
“Uh, thanks?!?” Tara calls out softly, shutting the door
again before looking back at the flowers, cautiously approaching them. The RA’s words not telling her anything
about who delivered the flowers, not even if it was a male or female. Seeing a small card buried in the depths
of the flowers, Tara sets the larger card down and carefully retrieves the small
one.
“No
flower, or even multiple flowers, can compete with
the
caring, nurturing, loving, beautiful person that is
you. Please accept and enjoy
this pitiful bouquet as a
woefully inadequate gift to a person that deserves
the
world
given to them.”
Tara looks at the nondescript block
letters on the note, nothing being given away by what is written on it. Shakily setting the small card down, she
reaches for the envelope she’d laid down beside the vase of flowers. “Who in the world could have sent these
to me?” Tara wonders curiously as
she lifts the card even as she leans in to sniff the different fragrances that
surprisingly enough mingle well and make a smile cross her lips.
Slipping her nail back under the
flap, Tara finishes opening the envelope and slides out the obvious Valentine’s
Day Card. Tara giggles
uncontrollably at the front of the card showing an obviously well-endowed woman
with a witch’s hat tilted cockily over her head and a very sexy smile on her
lips. No words on the front of the
card has Tara carefully opening it to read the handwritten words inside, in the
same block letters as the note with her flowers.
“You’ve be-spelled my heart, mind and body with
your
soft
smiles, steadfast loyalty and caring nature. To be
loved
by you would be all that my heart could ever wish
for. If you wish to possibly
be my Valentine’s… my heart…
possibly my love for all time,
please meet me in the quad
under the large Maple tree at
4:30. I’ll be the one with a
large bouquet of balloons sitting on
the bench for two.”
Tara blinks before darting a quick
look at the clock. Realizing it’s
already 4:20, she hesitates for a split second, silently wondering who would be
sending her these notes. Part of
her wondering if Willow might be trying to get back together, even though they
had ended their relationship amicably after a long, tear-filled discussion and
parting of ways when they realized their love had become more like friendship as
time had progressed, the friendship having reasserted itself and been stronger
after the realization and time.
Snatching her purse up, Tara takes a
deep breath as she refuses to think of whom it might be that she’s going to
meet. Quite a few of her friends
know that she’s a Wiccan and a lesbian, so the whole witchy card, though
somewhat eye opening, is not that much a stretch for some of the people she
knows.
Hurrying from her room without
another thought, she jogs down the stairs and pushes out the doors of the
dormitory, turning towards the tree across the quad. Able to see from here, the abundance of
balloons, all different colors, shapes and sizes but not able to see the person
holding them as whoever it is, is completely hidden by the balloons.
Tara slows down as she gets closer,
having been unaware she’d practically ran to see who would go to all this
trouble and expense for her.
Nibbling on her lip as she stops in front of the overabundance of
balloons, Tara takes a deep breath to calm her racing heart.
The light tingling at the base of
her skull along with the hint of lavender wafting towards her lets her know
Tara’s arrived. A slow smile
crosses her lips at the thought of the woman, hoping she surprises her in a good
way and hopefully the woman will be willing to date her and have a serious
relationship, having admitted to herself months ago she’d fallen in love with
the blonde witch but was afraid to approach her. After the talk with Willow and the
redhead’s assurance that she’ll understand had set her mind somewhat to rest,
leaving just the monstrous butterflies in her stomach to contend with the last
few weeks as she worked out how to approach Tara.
Tara looks down at the shoes, the
small feet encased in black tennis shoes not really giving her anything to go
off of as her eyes slowly make their way up the legs of the woman. The denim clad legs flinching slightly
as the muscles obviously contract and relax as if the woman is shifting from
foot to foot, but not noticing any shifting. Not able to see any further as the bunch
of balloons are blocking the rest of her, Tara nibbles gently on her bottom lip,
suddenly feeling a slight nervousness overtake her. Honestly at a loss as to who would
contact her this way, no one ever giving her a hint before that they like
her. Though she’s kind of fallen
for someone, but she hasn’t ever allowed her feelings to show as the woman never
seemed interested in other women that she could tell.
Offering the bundle of balloons to
Tara, a soft chuckle escapes at the surprised squeak coming from the witch with
her maneuver. Carefully spreading
the overabundance of balloons until she can look into blue eyes filled with
surprise and more than a hint of disbelief is replaced with softness, caring and
love. Barely restraining from
bouncing at the realization, she presses between the balloons to kiss full lips
eagerly.
Shock quickly gives way to a warm,
happy feeling inside as she gazes into eyes filled with a hint of shyness and a
serious amount of love. Closing her
eyes automatically as firm lips press against hers, nipping and licking
playfully, making her chuckle in response before a low moan escapes when the
slayer presses her advantage and searches the inside of her mouth with a serious
hunger. Strong arms make their way
through the balloons and wrap around her waist to pull her to the small body in
a full bodied hug. One hand
releasing the balloons, Tara slips it through soft hair to grasp at the back of
the slayer’s neck as the kiss becomes more of a battle of wills.
A low rumbling of want and desire
floods up inside her as she finally breaks the kiss to drag some much needed
oxygen into her lungs, her fingers stroking over the witch’s back as she
searches dazed, desire-filled blue eyes.
Nuzzling in against Tara’s neck, she inhales the sweet scent of the woman
with the headier scent of arousal coming from her as she places soft, wet kisses
along the flesh.
Closing her eyes as the slayer
places tantalizing kisses along her neck, causing her desire to increase even
more, Tara loops the balloons around her wrist so she can stroke her other hand
slowly up and down the strong back.
Finally burying her face against
Tara’s neck, she sighs happily in contentment at the definitely favorable
response. “I was afraid to begin
with. Afraid that you wouldn’t be
interested… or afraid that this could be the biggest mistake of your life. I’m not worried about how Willow will
react, that’s one thing I already faced.
As for everyone else, it may be a surprise but they’ll just be happy for
me… for us.”
Tara exhales slowly and quietly at
the softly spoken words, realizing the slayer had obviously taken the bull by
the horns and talked to the one person that would have the biggest problem with
them possibly becoming a couple.
She discussed this with her ex-lover, by herself before she’d even let
her know that she wanted to date her.
“I didn’t have a clue that you were interested in me, sweetie.”
A soft laugh escapes her lips and
she places one more soft kiss to the pulse point that had finally calmed down
somewhat to look up into warm, loving blue eyes. “Self denial was at the beginning the
reason, then fear that it would cause a whole lot of strangeness between you, me
and Willow. But a month ago I saw
something in your eyes when I was hurt on patrol that made me realize that you
cared for me as more than a friend, and you’d been hiding your feelings
also. After that I had to take a
chance. Are you willing to take a
chance on a bottle blonde, somewhat emotionally stunted, multi-time world savior
that probably has a very short life-expectancy? I mean, I can seriously understand if
you don’t, it’s a tall order…” Buffy finally stops her rambling as lips press
hard and firm against hers, stopping her in the middle of her litany.
“Yes. Now, you can stop putting yourself down
already.” Tara breathes against
Buffy’s lips. “I thought I was able
to keep my feelings to myself.”
Buffy grins at the shy admittance
along with the light blush crossing Tara’s face. “Most of the time, you did. But you slipped up that time and
afterwards I paid a hell of a lot more attention, sneaking looks at you when you
weren’t aware and…” Buffy hesitates
and takes a deep breath, searching the blue eyes watching her intently. “Testing the waters, more or less.” Buffy admits softly, watching as
confusion fills Tara’s eyes.
Blushing at what she’s admitting, she has to laugh at her own
embarrassment. “I don’t know if you
noticed or not, but I would touch you more frequently, stand closer to you and
that type of thing. Your body
always reacted even if you didn’t show any facial outward changes to
me.”
Tara groans and closes her eyes,
realizing what Buffy’s saying. Her
body always took notice, heating up and becoming aroused around the slayer. Her eyes snapping back open she glares
at the slayer. “You did it on
purpose?”
Buffy grins at Tara’s glare and
realization of what she’d said. “I
turned you on, on purpose.
Yes.” The fire in Tara’s
eyes makes her laugh in delight, loving this side of the Wiccan that so rarely
makes a noticeable appearance. The
inner fire and heat she knows in her heart that will last them a lifetime and
beyond something she’s gotten glimpses of briefly, more often now that she’s
been looking for it. “So, will you
be my Valentine’s?”
“To be teased and tantalized from
now on?” Tara fights the answering
smile crossing her lips as Buffy smiles happily at her.
“I’m sure if I’m given enough time
and… proper instruction, I can follow through on my teasing to give you all the
pleasure you can handle for as long as you want.” Buffy offers seriously, cupping Tara’s
cheeks in her hands and gently stroking the soft flesh with her thumbs. “I’m offering you my heart for all time,
Tara. Are you interested in
it?”
“My heart already belongs to you,
Buffy. If you’re willing to give me
yours how can I say no?” Tara’s
words are soft, and spoken from the heart.
The hint of worry in Buffy’s eyes as she offered Tara her heart is
noticeable and lets her know how serious the slayer is. Answering her in kind to let her know
that she understands what’s being offered.
“I don’t know what I did to deserve
you, but I’m going to do my damnedest to never screw us up. I love you, Tara.” Buffy closes the distance between them
and places a tender kiss to Tara’s lips.
A low moan escapes her as Tara deepens it into a slow, languorous
exploration that seems to last hours, if not days. “Oh, wow.” Buffy blinks as a serious haze clouds
her sight after they finally end the kiss, her heart thundering fast and hard in
her chest even as her body pulses in tandem with it, her breathing labored and
hard to control.
Tara chuckles against Buffy’s neck,
her face buried as she works desperately to get control of her body, the
slayer’s chest rising and falling quickly, pressing her lips to the blood
thundering through Buffy’s veins, Tara chuckles again at Buffy’s almost
incoherent wow. “I love you,
too.” Tara whispers after a few
long moments of getting semi-control of her body.
“Dinner. Home. Catered. Go now.” Buffy stumbles out the words, not able
to form complete sentences, but getting her point across that she’s set-up
dinner at her house for them that night.
Tara nips gently on the flesh under
her lips before lifting her head to look into glowing hazel eyes, a huge smile
on Buffy’s face a beautiful sight even as Buffy’s desire-flushed face makes her
want to offer that they go back to her dorm room instead. Knowing they’ll have the rest of their
lives to become physical, Tara places a chaste kiss on Buffy’s lips. “Let’s go home.”
Buffy’s heart pounds even harder in
her chest at Tara’s words, hoping that sooner, rather than later, she can have
Tara move back into the house.
Admitting to herself it may be a bit awkward to begin with but having no
doubt that things will eventually smooth out between everyone as she brings Tara
back home where she belongs.
“Home.” Buffy keeps an arm
wrapped securely around Tara’s waist as the two blondes slowly meander their way
towards Revello Drive, soft murmurings, brief and some not-so-brief kisses
interspersing their walk. Their
hearts open to each other so completely that they synch together and from that
moment on, they really do belong to each other as they beat in tandem for the
rest of their lives.
***
The End