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Bridges - A Tillow Ficlet


Hello, all! I seem to have branched out a bit and written a Tillow fic. What can I say? I love those two to pieces.
This one is for Alice, because she's a fantastic writer and an awesome friend.

Disclaimer: Not mine! If they were, I'd have a cute little gay wedding with the double white dresses and Giles and Jenny's daughter as their flower girl and Dawn and Buffy and Anya and Jenny and Miss Kitty Fantastico as bridesmaids. IS THAT TOO MUCH TO ASK FOR?

Bridges


Willow is pretty sure that Buffy thinks that Tara is just a phase. Well, Tara and her. Together.

                Buffy probably figures that she’s feeling out of control, what with Oz’s sudden fling-and-flight, so she decided to do something drastic and extreme to make herself feel better.

                Well, Buffy can tell herself that all she wants, and keep on ignoring the fact that Riley Finn, the guy that’s as bland as cornflakes and about as un-extreme as it gets, is much more of a phase than Tara ever was or ever will be. Now, don’t get her wrong – she thinks that Riley is perfectly nice and charming, but he really just can’t keep up with Buffy.

                He’s a bridge, one to span between Angel and whoever the heck else Buffy ends up dating, and Willow knows it to be true.

                And she knows (and feels it, somewhere warm beneath her breastbone, just next to where her heart beats) that Tara isn’t. Tara doesn’t just keep up with Willow, but the two of them stride shoulder to shoulder, holding each other up when the going gets rough.

(They sometimes tangle their fingers together when they turn the corner to the lecture hall and are sure that nobody can see. Later, when they realize that something so perfect and right shouldn’t have to be hidden, they hold hands in the middle of the cafeteria.

Sometimes Willow will even steal a kiss on the way to class, loving the way Tara’s honey-color hair spills into her face and makes a curtain – hiding them in a little haven of soft lips and the smell of strawberries and something even sweeter.)

                Tara’s not a bridge – she’s the wide river underneath, always there, always beautiful, and always ready to gently lift her up and carry her home.




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enigmaticagent
Oct. 9th, 2012 08:39 am (UTC)
awwwwwWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW! That is TOO CUTE FOR WORDS. It's so beautiful Sophie! Gorgeous gorgeous imagery. <3<3<3
And I see you sneaking in some Riley snark on Willow's behalf there. :P
julsiggy
Oct. 9th, 2012 06:52 pm (UTC)
Awww! How sweet. :o)
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