Author: Spellbound
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: The Buffy the Vampire Slayer series and its characters are the property of Joss Whedon and Mutant Enemy.

As soon as David had gone, Vince turned his back to the room, his usual willingness to witness women in the throes of passion suddenly escaping him. "It's me." He said bashfully, "Me being Vince." He added. From behind a trolley Tara's head appeared, her cheeks flushed and a wicked grin twinkling in her smoky blue eyes. Moments later, the red head sat up next to her, her hair all over the place and fresh beads of sweat glistening on her forehead.

"What are you doing?" Willow asked him accusingly, her current location all but forgotten. "I could ask you the exact same question." He said waggling his eyebrows and making her blush. Tara's look asked him the same question. "I had to get towels." He said defensively. Tara raised an eyebrow, "And you chose now to get them?" she said incredulously.

"Well, Mandy was coming to get them about 15 minutes ago, but I didn't think you'd want the interruption. Then David was coming...." His choice of words putting a twinkle in his eye and an evil grin on his face, "Well, about the same time you were!" he finished smugly.

Willow and Tara looked at each other, their cheeks burning before they erupted into giggles. Vince picked up a small hand towel and threw it playfully at the two women, who by now had tears running down their cheeks. "Hey!!" Willow said between inhalations and threw the towel back at him, revealing a little more to the man in front of her than she had planned. "Ooooh, nipple!!" he grinned, causing a second wave of deep crimson to darken her cheeks further.

Tara pulled herself out from behind the cart and pushed Vince out of the doors. "Go, deliver the dinners orders before we get fired!" she said, "I'll do towels." Immediately she regretted her choice of words and dropped her eyes. Vince grinned at her once again, catching her arm as she ushered him further into the corridor. "You're happy?" he asked seriously, he knew it was a ridiculously obvious question and Tara grinned, everything about her buzzing with radiance. "I am." She told him simple before ducking back into the room and closing the door behind her.

Willow was rummaging around, trying to reorganise her clothes and finding it difficult as her hands were still shaking. Tara smiled a lopsided and sexy smile. The powerful business woman in front of her was pouting at the poppers on her shirt like a five year old trying to tie shoe laces for the first time. "Need a hand?" she asked, trying to contain the arousal in her voice. Willow looked up at her and shook her head before resuming her battle of the buttons. Tara laughed and crossed to her, taking her hands in her own and kissing the shaking fingers one by one. "That's not gonna help with the getting dressed." Willow said breathlessly.

Tara's eyes met hers and she kissed the quivering red head softly on the lips, her hands sliding up the still exposed torso of her lover and popping the shirt closed. As Tara pulled away, Willow stared at her. "Wow." She sighed, sitting down heavily to examine her shirt. "Who'd have thought getting dressed could be fun too?" The question was obviously rhetorical so Tara watched as Willow composed herself and got to her feet. "I really better get back to work." Tara told her, the disappointment dulling the stunning green eyes before her. "I'll see you later!" she told Willow as she began loading up another cart with fresh towels and pushing it into the hall.

"You can count on it!" Willow said as the blonde woman vanished into the maze of corridors leaving her alone and satisfied in the room.

As Tara emerged into the uncomfortably bright foyer, Vince reappeared from the kitchen, rolling his eyes and shaking his head. He saw Tara waiting for the lift and rushed over to her. "So?" he said has he grabbed a handful of towels and began folding them in an attempt to look busy. She fixed him with her best innocent look. "So, what?" she asked as the doors slid open and she pushed the towel cart in. Vince followed her and dropped the towel suddenly. "These aren't.... Tara?" he said, looking at the contents of the cart closely. Tara grinned mischievously and pushed him, head first into the cart. "No dummy!" she told him, "And what I do in my own time is none of your business, mister!" Vince fought his way from the mass of fluffy towels and stood up, his hair sticking up and his face red. "But you didn't do it in your own time!!" he pointed out, "And what you do when I have to cover for you, is my business, so spill." Tara shook her head and flicked a towel at him. "I'm not telling you, Vince." She said, although her eyes told him everything he needed to know. "Besides, I think you heard enough to work it out for yourself!!!" The man grinned, thrusting his hips back and forth and waggling his tongue. "You're disgusting!!" she told him as the doors slid open on the top floor and she pushed the cart onto the landing. "That's why you love me!!" he said.

"Just set up the bar before David kills us both," Tara said as the lift doors closed, leaving Vince to continue his sexual themed dance on his own. Tara giggled, her friend was so crass and yet so lovable it was easy to see why women loved him.

Willow had managed to regain control of her basic motor functions and was walking down the corridor, she realised she had no idea how to get out of this rabbit warren of halls. "Will!" a voice called out, making her turn. She smiled, the young man jogging down the corridor had been one of the few original employees she had kept when she had purchased the company. His enthusiasm and hard work impressed her, plus he'd never tried to hit on her and treated her like on of his team, despite her lofty position above him. These factors lead to him being on first name terms with her although he had always called her Will, his justification being that she was one of the lads.

She smiled, "Hey Greg." She said as he reached her, "How's it going out there?" Greg studied the woman now by his side and nodded, "Going great, should be up and running soon, a couple of boards got fried, replace them and a drag queen will be the next President!" the young man realised his boss was physically there but mentally miles away. "That's good." She said automatically. "Yeah," Greg continued a grin spreading from ear to ear. "And then we'll dance naked on the roof of the White House to Y.M.C.A." his giggles burst from his chest as he finished the sentence.

Willow snapped back to reality, the young man now leaning against a wall and holding his sides as tears flowed freely down his face. She joined in his laughter and punched him playfully. "I was miles away." She said apologetically once her giggles had subsided. "Somewhere nice, I hope?" the young man replied hopefully. "Definitely!" Willow said, her green eyes clouding over as she became lost in the memory once again. "Definitely."