nights in white satin

'Shelter me from this sky,
dance with me one last time....
Sao Paulo rain.... Sao Paulo rain.'

So, this is nice ... right? Willow fiddles with the cuff of her sleeve and gave Tara a shy smile. I mean - I know it was sort of last minute and that we haven't worked everything out but -

It's nice. Tara smiled sideways at her lover as they continued down Main Street. Willow smiled back as they continued their trek past small stores and family owned restaurants.

Throngs of people milled about them, breathing in the Saturday night air, laughing with friends and lovers and sifting admiringly through the merchandise displayed. The Magic Box blazed with lights, and as they walked by they caught site of Anya rushing about as she attended to the surplus of customers.

They continued on and as they neared the end, where the shops became older and closed earlier, the crowds thinned out and by the time they reached the residential area they were completely alone.

Tara sighed, wrapping her fingers tighter around Willow's frail hand. Silence surrounded them and the windows of the houses were dark and shuttered against the night. The two girls moved closer to each other instinctively. Looking up Tara stopped and smiled as the pale beams of the moon wafted over her face.

Willow felt the corners of her mouth turn up at the sight of her lover bathing in the moonlight and she let out a low giggle that Tara answered. Without thinking, almost instinctually, they moved together, hands gliding over fingers and arms and neck familiarly, their mouths whispering a few reassuring words before their lips met.

The kiss was hesitant as they tasted each other, retracing sensory paths that they'd strayed from for too long. Tara's hand moved slowly through Willow's hair as the other girl's hand rested on her arms and waist and they both trembled slightly.

Naughty, the sing-song word floated around them in the night and the pulled apart quickly, their eyes lighting on the delicate figure on Drusilla. She shook her head and wagged her finger, her tongue clucking rhythmically.

She moved forward as if she was under water, one pale thin hand reached out to draw a finger on Tara's cheek before pulling away. Ah, but I know you ... Seen you in the hole with the squeak, squeak of the mice.

Tara paled and moved away from Willow. Who are you?

Drusilla laughed and spun a circle, He called me his queen, beautiful black widow ... Venus flytrap that snaps.

Willow moved halfway in front of Tara as Drusilla spun away again and then she stopped and cocked her head to one side as she looked at them, But it is all wrong! Oh!

She moved forward and her hand wrapped around Tara's wrist, pulling the white witch closer, Would you like to be my lady? Such nasty things you've got hidden. You and your mummy and the secrets in the book. They took her away from you but there is no knowing where the key went.

Her gaze shifted from Tara to Willow's confuse face, But you have not told her! Secrets, secrets are no fun. They were meant for -

Drusilla hit the pavement as Tar clenched her teeth, already forming another spell in her mind. Drusilla growled menacingly, but the two witches radiated power and she knew that to take them alone would ultimately end in her demise. So, she picked herself off the ground and faded into the shadows.

Willow breathed a sigh of relief at the retreating form of the vampire, What was that all about?

Tara shrugged, I have no idea.