Brown Eyes Blue

Star Light Star Bright

Willow and Tara are lying on a blanket in the backyard. They hold hands and stare into the night sky. “Remember the first time we did this?”

“I remember,” says Willow her voice soft-quiet. “We talked about the constellations and then-” she turns to look into Tara’s eyes, “Then we made love,” she leans in and kisses her.

“Our first time,” Tara raises an eyebrow playfully. “You were amazing.”

“I was terrified,” admits the redhead, “afraid I wouldn‘t know what to do. I wanted it to be prefect for you.”

“It was-is-always.” She kisses her again.

In the Hamptons Kennedy’s head is lying on her desk she is staring at the star chart in her astrology class. Bored with the lecture she starts to daydream. She is lying on a blanket-a tall blonde girl at her side looking up at the sky. The bell rings and startles her back to the real world. She leaves quickly, heading to the snack machine. She puts in money then hears her name.

“Kennedy!”

She turns to face the voice and smiles, “Hey Jess-” the blonde walks to her and puts an arm around her.

“Missed you-”says the blonde.

Kennedy gets her chips, “I missed you too.” She offers one to the girl.

“Nah-I’m headed for burgers, skip Lit and come with me?”

“I’d love to but I really need to go-I made a promise.”

“Keeping promises, that’s important.”

“I’m getting’ that, I think- finally.” She takes the girl’s hand. Jessica smiles, “Meet me after school?”

“Probably not coming back. So I won't be here to meet you.”

“You’re so bad,” teases Kennedy.

“That’s not what you were saying last weekend,” she smirks as she raises an eyebrow.

Kennedy rolls her eyes, “Go.”

“See you at the party tonight-7: 00 my place?”

“I’ll be there-see ya,” assures Kennedy. Jessica lets go of her hand and walks away. The young Slayer-to-be watches her girlfriend’s butt till she’s out of sight.

At the party, the music is loud and the booze is plentiful. Kennedy and Jessica are sitting in the corner next to each other on a love seat. “So how was Lit?”

“Boring-how could it not be? I hate to read.”

“Lunch was great, then I came home and took a nap.”

“Fine, rub it in-sometimes I hate you.” She smiles playfully as her lips meet Jessica’s in a soft kiss.

“You’re serious about the new leaf aren’t you?”

“Yeah-I am.”

“Trying to grow up on me?” Asks the blonde.

“Trying.”

“Good for you-” they kiss again. As Kennedy pulls out of the kiss Jessica leans close and whispers in her ear. Kennedy smiles and nods as they stand hand-in-hand, joining the others and start to dance. The music changes to a slow song and the teenagers hold each other close. Kennedy’s head rests on the older girl’s shoulder. Jessica’s arms encircle her while one hand caresses her lower back. As the song plays the young potential’s eyes close, Jessica’s hand moves still lower and rests on her butt. Kennedy looks up-her eyes meeting the blonde’s. They kiss softly though it intensifies quickly. Kennedy’s hands begin to do some exploring of their own. Jessica kisses her neck, then behind her ear-creating a low moan. “My room?” whispers the girl.

“Yeah-your room-now’s good-” Kennedy's face is flushed and Jessica smiles as she kisses her again.

A few minutes later the teenagers enter the bedroom, lips still opening and closing against lips while hands work to remove clothes. “Off now-” pleads Kennedy her voice breathy and her eyes full of need.

“Trying,” replies Jess as their lips meet again.

Finally undressed they fall side by side onto the bed. Hands caress and tease, both girls moan. Kennedy begins to kiss the blonde’s neck but doesn’t tarry long as she starts a path down her girlfriend’s body. She moves quickly-one destination on her mind but Jessica’s hands stop her descent. She then roll the petite brunette under her and pants, words a struggle- “S-slow ba-baby-slow. She kisses Kennedy’s lips and then down her jaw line. She then nibbles playfully on her ear. She smiles at the loud moan it produces. “Like that?”

“Lo-love that-” Kennedy manages to say as she closes her eyes and lets the blonde take her away.

Hours later Kennedy walks into her house. As she goes toward the kitchen for a snack she hears her dad in his study. She taps on the open door and he looks up from his paperwork, “I’m getting a snack, want one Daddy?”

“No thank you.” He looks at the clock and is surprised to see that it is 10:53- he smiles, “You’re early?”

“I could go back outside, wait on the porch till 11:01 if you want?” she smiles too.

“Night Kennedy.”

“Night.” She continues to the kitchen.

In Sunnydale Willow still can’t sleep a full night without dreams or nightmares or both. Tara is constantly trying to comfort the Wicca and at the same time deal with the knowledge that she is to die.

After the latest nightmare Willow lies wrapped in Tara’s arms. The blonde strokes her hair and whispers in her ear as she rocks her gently. The redhead holds her tightly and tears fall, “Tara I don’t want this-the dreams this ‘Gift’-can’t-can't I send it back, like a bad present?”

“I don’t think so sweetie. Prophecies don’t come with a return policy,” she quips trying to lighten the mood.

“They should,” whines the redhead, “cause it’s scary and mean and I don’t like it one bit-” she's almost in full Willowbabble when Tara presses a kiss to her lips.

“I know-” she whispers as she pulls back. “I know-just shhh-okay?” She kisses her forehead. “Try not to think about it.”

“It’s so hard-”Willow states.

“Why don’t we go get mochas and muffins?”

“Mochas?” Willow’s eyes light up. Tara’s plan had worked-the distraction would be temporary but at least it was a distraction. The blonde nods. “Can we get two?”

“If you want-” before she can continue the redhead is out of bed and searching for discarded clothes. As the Wicca watches her lover she can’t help but smile.

Buffy and Giles are talking at the Magic Box. Buffy seems unconvinced. “I really can’t kill it?”

“I’m afraid not-maybe slow it down, turn it back-if we’re lucky.”

“Any idea how?” asks the Slayer.

“I’m certain that Willow’s dreams hold the key-she just has to remember them-and we have to sort out what is important.”

“And put them in some kind of order,” Buffy adds. The door opens and Willow and Tara walk in. Buffy notices that the redhead seems to be relaxed for the first time in weeks. The two Wiccas sit down at the table with the others. “Good morning?”

“Mocha overdose,” clarifies Tara, her fingers are still laced with her girl’s.

Willow is smiling, “I won’t sleep for a week-so, no more bad dreams!” She looks at her blonde, “Only Tara snuggles.”

Buffy forces a smile, “Sounds great Will-” her eyes meet Tara’s and immediately the Wicca senses a problem.

The Slayer looks at her Watcher- he speaks, “Willow?”

“That’s me,” comes her hyper reply.

“Could you assist me with returning these texts to their proper places?”

“I can try.” They both stand and leave, with the books in hand.

“What’s wrong?” Tara asks.

“To stop the First-to have any chance we need her to dream.” Their eyes meet.

“You know they’re tearing her apart-”

“If there was any other way-” Buffy starts but Tara interrupts her.

“I’m sorry-it’s just.” There is a pause and then a sigh from the Wicca, “I know you wouldn’t if-I’ll see if I can wear her out.”

“Sounds fun,” Buffy raises a playful eyebrow.

Tara blushes, “Not like that.”

“Of course not,” the Slayer smiles. Before the teasing can continue Giles and Willow rejoin them.

Willow sits on Tara’s lap and kisses her softly, “Can we go to the park?”

“Picnic lunch sounds fun,” Tara agrees.

“Goody-” claps the redhead as she kisses her girl again. Giles begins to clean his glasses.

Willow and Tara are in the park at the swings. Willow is swinging high in the air as Tara watches. Without warning the redhead jumps out and to the ground. She grabs Tara’s hand and she half drags her to the slide. “Ride with me?” Willow’s eyes meet her girl’s.

“Will-”

“Please?” She gives a half pout. Tara rolls her eyes and the redhead smiles, knowing she has won. Willow skips to the slide with Tara following her. She follows her witch up the steps and sits down behind her-her arms encircle the smaller woman.

“You’re sure about this?” Tara asks.

“It’ll be fun-” she pushes off and they slide toward the bottom. Once there Willow laughs as they fall to the ground in a heap. “See,” she looks up at the somewhat unhappy blonde. “Fun-Can we go again?”

“No-” Tara stands and dusts off her backside. “I have a better idea.”

“More mochas?”

“Sadly no-but you’ll like it, trust me.”

“Okay,” Willow takes her hand and they start for the park exit.

Later they are strolling through an old vintage bookstore on the outskirts of town. “How did you find this place,” asks the redhead her eyes light up as she looks around at the stacks and stacks of books.

“I did some checking around on the Internet.”

“Let’s go-” she begins to move through the rows slowly, her fingers laced tightly with her lover’s.

Hours later a much more settled Willow is carrying a stack of books, “Now where?”

“Hungry?” Willow shakes her head. “Then just one more place.” They go to the car.

“Tell me,” the redhead begs.

“It’s a secret.”

“Meanie-” teases the curious redhead. Tara leans in and kisses her lips softly. “Okay not so much a meanie.” She smiles.

At the amphitheater there is a group playing. The music is soft and soothing. “Wow-they’re good.” Willow smiles at Tara- “And you are amazing.”

She smirks slightly, “You haven’t seen anything yet-” she raises her eyebrow suggestively. “Wait till I get you home.”

Willow bites her bottom lip as her eyes meet Tara’s, “Promise?”

“Definitely,” she leans in and kisses her softly. She cuddles against the girl as the band continues to play.

The house is dark as the wiccas return home. Impatiently they pull at clothes as they kiss and move toward the stairs. They finally manage to get to their bedroom and the last off their clothes hit the floor. As they fall on to the bed Tara rolls the redhead under her and begins to kiss a path down her neck. Willow’s hands tangle in blonde hair as Tara moves down her body. Soon the redhead is breathless and moaning as Tara’s mouth latches to her breast and her fingers find her wet and needy. The blonde sets a torrid place and after only a few minutes Willow begins to tremble beneath her. “Goddess-” cries the Wicca. “So close-” Tara mouth moves lower and her fingers faster until Willow screams out her release. She stills her fingers for just an instant to let her calm slightly but as her green eyes open to meet blue, she starts again. “Yes-Tara-I-” she squeezes her eyes tight and lets herself go.

Later the couple is in a bubble bath. Willow is sitting between the blonde’s legs her back resting against her chest. “Feels nice-” says the redhead softly.

“Tired?”

“Not really-you?”

“I’m good.” She presses a kiss to the redhead’s shoulder.

“Better then good-” She turns just enough to kiss her lips and she gasps as she feels Tara’s hands on her breasts. She leans her head back against the blonde’s shoulder. “Mmmm-” Tara’s left hand slips lower and she smiles as she feels the muscles of her girl’s stomach quiver.

“Okay?” asks the blonde as her hand explores soft folds.

“Always-” her eyes closes as Tara moves slowly, teasing against her.

Finally Tara and Willow are lying on a blanket under the stars. Again they are making love-Willow cries out and trembles as Tara holds her close. Calming her soothing her back down. “I got you-”

As the redhead is able to function she yawns, “Tired-”

“Sleep sweetie.”

“Bad dreams-” says the redhead.

“I’ll be right here when you wake up and you’ll be safe,” assures the blonde.

“I love you-” she struggles to keep her eyes open.

“I love you-sleep.” She turns and spoons her girl to her body, her arms holding her protectively as she pulls a blanket over them. She too relaxes as she feels Willow’s breathing change and realizes that she is already asleep. “I’m sorry-I wish there was something I could do-a way it could be me instead.”

Hours later under the stars the redhead starts to dream. This time the details are more vivid. She sees a creature, and in her mind senses that it is a vampire-older, different but the same. She watches helplessly as it hurts Buffy-her body is beaten, broken and bleeding. Tara is awaken by her redhead’s mumbling and then words- “Buffy-no!-” Tara fights the urge to wake her.

Back inside Willow’s dreams the scene has changed. She sees herself and a group of others behind a force field she has produced. She hears Kennedy’s words- “It’s hurting her-” and they run as the field crumbles.

Next Buffy is again fighting the strange vampire-this time she defeats it turning it to dust. Though it still hurts her it isn’t as bad- the redhead hears her words, “In the end, they’re dust like all the rest.” The words echo as Willow fights to wake up.

Her frightened green eyes meet Tara’s soft blue- “Should we call Buffy?” Asks the blonde and Willow nods as she moves into the blonde’s arms. Tears fall down her cheeks.




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