Author: Spellbound
Rating: PG to NC-17
Disclaimer: I own nothing, except 2 insane cats and lots of fluffy socks. The characters and places belong to Joss Whedon, Mutant Enemy, and all the other people who have a finger in the Buffy pie. All the new people are mine though!

Only 1 day to go....

"I can't believe how quickly this week has flown by!" Tara said as she help Willow pack up her wash things and fetched her a fresh towel.

"I know," Willow agreed, the excitement evident in her voice. For the past three days, Willow had been bouncing around as though she had been plugged into the mains. "I can't believe I get to marry you tomorrow!" she grinned, her eyes filling as she turned to regard her fiancée. Tara giggled, 'Willow was just like a kid at Christmas' she thought.

Kissing her softly, Willow couldn't help but noticed how much Tara was shaking. Concern filled her, "Baby?" she asked, "You do still want to get married. Right?" she asked softly.

Tara giggled, "Of course I do, silly!" she told her, "I'm just really nervous and excited." Willow smiled softly, bringing her hand to gently trace over Tara's cheek, as the pad of her thumb reached the blondes lips, Tara closed her eyes, the heat radiating from Willows delicate hand, warmed her heart and she kissed her thumb gently.

As the couple pulled away, Tara noticed the time. "Shit!" she exclaimed, "Vince will be here in a bit." she told Willow sadly. Willow sighed, in all their time together, they had never been in the same city and not been together. In total Willow could only remember spending total of 9 days away from Tara.

"Why do I have to go away again?" she asked as she threw a towel into her case. Tara frowned, "You wanted to be all traditional and not see me before the wedding!" she told her with a giggle. "So we agreed to swap Vince for you and now you're leaving." Tara finished, her tone adopting a matter-of-fact quality that Willow wasn't sure she liked.

Suddenly the doorbell broke into their conversation, "I guess it's too late to change my mind!?" Willow replied as she went to answer the door.

"Hey, you nervous?" Vince asked as he barrelled past Willow and into the bedroom to collect her overnight things.

"Hi to you too Vince." Willow muttered under her breath as he walked away, "Please, come on in." she was just approaching the corridor to the bedroom when Vince reappeared, her small case in hand and a maniacal grin on his face.

"Go away now!" he laughed, dropping the case at her feet and indicating the door. Punching him playfully in the arm, Willow strode past him and into the bedroom. "No, you can't go in there, you must leave!" Vince chased after her, his voice shaking with laughter. Willow had told him that if she wasn't ready to leave when he arrived, then he was to throw her out, but now that time was here, he didn't seem to be taking it too seriously.

"Will, Blaze is waiting for you!" he whined when he realised she wasn't listening.

"Yes, I know." Willow told him, "But I need my outfit for tomorrow, unless of course you'd prefer it if I got married naked?" Vince grinned once again, his eyebrows waggling furiously. Willow rolled her eyes and looked to Tara for support, only to find her wearing a similar expression. "You two are awful." the redhead giggled as she disappeared into the closet to retrieve her suit.

As she emerged from the large dressing room, Tara was waiting alone for her. Noticing the redheads eyes scanning the room, Tara told her; "I sent him to put your stuff in the car. I wanted to say goodbye without him being childish!"

Vince suddenly appeared behind her, "Hey!! I'm not childish, I like the girl on girl stuff, it's not my fault if I get vocally excited." Both Willow and Tara rolled their eyes at him and he grinned, reaching out to take Willows, still as yet, unseen outfit. "I'm going away!" he announced, sounding suitably defeated.

Tara stepped in to wrap Willow in a hug, her forehead resting on that of the redhead, "I love you, Willow." she whispered, looking into the emerald eyes of her lover. Willow smiled, her excited energy all but gone in her lovers arms. "I love you more." Willow replied, leaning in to close the gap between them, her warm lips finding Tara's and kissing her softly. As they pulled back, both women smiled, holding hands until they were at full arms length away. As Willow reached the doorway Tara called out; "That's just not possible!"

Sitting in the front seat of Blaze's car, Willow inhaled deeply. "You ok?" Blaze asked, reaching out for her friends hand. Offering a weak smile, Willow nodded, "I guess I'm just nervous." she told her as they pulled away from the front of the house.

"T?" Vince called out as he closed the front door. "You ok babe?" When he received no answer, he headed down the corridor to the bedroom, finding Tara sat on the bed. "T?" he asked again, his voice full of concern. Tara looked up at him slowly. "I'm so nervous." she told him honestly. Sitting heavily beside her, Vince smiled as he wrapped his muscular arms around her.

Later that evening....

"Have you gotten your vows and shit sorted?" Blaze asked as she dropped the toilet seat and sat heavily. Willow had been in the bath for almost an hour and Blaze was bored. "I think so, but I don't know." Willow replied from the other side of the curtain. She suddenly felt like she was in confession, her on one side and an unseen person on the other, although she had never done a confession in the tub. She smiled at the thought. "How can you not know?" Blaze asked.

"Something's not right." Willow told her. "How am I meant to say everything I want to without going into a huge babble and forgetting everything that's important?" Willow asked, pulling the curtain back so she could judge her friends honest reaction. Blaze just smiled sweetly. "What's important is that you love Tara." Blaze told her, "It doesn't matter what you say or how you say it, as long as she knows how lucky she is to have you love her for what she is."

Stunned amazement spread over Willows face, her bottom jaw falling open at the unbridled honesty and love pouring from her friend. Off Willows look, Blaze flushed, "What? I can't have layers?" she giggled, "Now put your tits away, I'm going for Chinese!"

Willow laughed heartily, "Blaze?" she called as the DJ's hand pulled the door open. Turning slightly, Blaze questioned her friend with her eyes. "I kinda love you, you soppy cow!" Willow told her.

Blaze grinned again, "I kinda love you too!" Blaze replied, before disappearing out for take away.

Tara emerged from the shower and dressed quickly, she was surprised to smell something cooking as she emerged into the living room. "I made dinner!" Vince announced as she wandered into the kitchen.

"You cooked?" Tara asked incredulously. Vince nodded, his face crinkling slightly in sadness. "I can cook!" he told her indignantly.

Crossing to her side, Tara stroked his forearm softly. "Hey, I'm sorry." she said, "I just, well, you cooked. It's not a common event." she continued.

"Yeah, well, just don't tell Blaze she'll kill me!" he laughed as he served her a large portion of lasagne. "Salad's on the table!" he told her, slapping her ass playfully as she turned towards the large table to eat her meal.

They ate in relative silence, Tara's nervousness keeping her quiet. She was suddenly afraid that if she opened her mouth, all the word vomit would just pour from her uncontrollably.

"Tara?" Vince whispered. Tara frowned slightly, she couldn't remember the last time he had called her Tara instead of T, looking up at him she found he was avoiding her eyes. "Vince?" she asked, placing her hand on his forearm. "You're really lucky to have found someone like Willow." he told her, "I'm really happy for you. I just wanted to say that, well, that and I love you!" he pushed his salad around his plate, still trying desperately to avoid eye contact. It just wasn't in Vince's nature to be serious and this outburst caught Tara totally off guard. Feeling her eyes swimming in tears, she caught his face and turned him to look at her. "I love you too, Vincey!" she told him, a single tear trickling down her cheek. Vince beamed, his own eyes were full and he leant in, kissing her softly before hugging her hard.

14 hours until 'I do'

Willow had brushed her teeth and was rummaging through her case for the pyjamas she'd had to buy. As she pulled the simple garments from the case and threw them on the bed, she heard something in the crackle as they landed. Confusion wrinkled her brow as she unfolded the material, a simple white envelope landed on the covers, on its front Tara's handwriting. Stripping from her day clothes, Willow slipped into the PJ's and climbed under the covers. Holding the envelope up in front of her, she turned it over, examining it carefully. Willow tore open the envelope and pulled out a sheet of white paper. Reading the carefully written letter, Willow sighed, tears forming in her eyes as she read.

As a single tear ran down Willows cheek, she snuggled into her pillows. "I love you too baby." she whispered as she closed her eyes and felt herself dropping into a Tara filled sleep.

At the same time at Willow and Tara's.

"Sweet dreams, T!" Vince called. He'd declined Tara's offer to take the bed, claiming that she would need to be as rested as possible for her big day. Instead he had pulled out the sofa bed and was fidgeting uncomfortably, his huge feet hanging over the edge.

"Night Vince!" Tara yelled back. She had done her usual bathroom routine and was crawling under the covers. As she leant her head on the pillow, she heard a faint rustling in the pillowcase. Sitting up, she turned to stare at it quizzically, running a hand over the material, it rustled again. "Oh Willow, you softie." she whispered as she slid her hand into the case and pulled out an envelope.

Tara grinned, laying the letter down over her chest. "Great minds think alike." she whispered into the darkness as her eyes closed she pictured the perfection of their wedding day.