Author: Jennifer
Copyright (c) 2002 by Jennifer Johnson
Rating: PG to NC-17 (maybe)
Disclaimers: All characters belong to Joss Whedon/Mutant Enemy/UPN/FOX and whoever else owns the rights. This is solely for my entertainment. Please do not copyright this story. All original characters belong to me.

Willow groaned, setting her drink back on the counter. "Those pills better work." She eyed the small bottle of Advil on the shelf above the sink. Her headache was showing no mercy and it was making her very cranky. Very cranky and very tired.

Leaving the sink, she slowly made her way over to the computer by the surgery suite. Turning her body so her back was facing the wall, she placed her hands on the edge of the counter, one on each side of her body. She scooted herself upward, her legs dangling off the side of the counter top as her shoes lightly hit the cabinet underneath.

Bringing her right hand up, she started to massage her forehead in hopes that she could soothe away the soft pounding behind her eyebrows.

Applying slight pressure to her flesh, she squeezed her eyebrows together, rolling her fingers in a circle. It might not have been helping to rid her of her headache, but the action DID feel good.

So caught up in what she was doing, she never heard the door opening or closing behind its trespasser and she almost jumped out of her skin when she felt someone lightly touching her knee.

Looking up in surprise, her forehead forgotten, her eyes focused on those of Tara's as the woman looked at her with a look of concern.

"Are you okay?" The doctor's voice was gentle, wrapping around the other woman and pulling her close.

"Headache." Remembering her hand, she started to rotate her fingers again, closing her eyes.

Willow's eyes didn't stay closed for long, however. They flew open when her hand was being lightly pulled away. The slight grip around her digits made her skin start to tingle.

"Can I do that?"

The simple question fluttered in her ears and she felt her head start to nod in a silent yes.

Smiling compassionately, Tara moved a step closer, her lower stomach pressing into Willow's knees. Achingly slowly it seemed, her hands started to lift and reaching inward, they cupped around red hair.

Tara was amazed at how soft the other woman's hair was. Her fingertips leisurely acquainting themselves as her thumbs settled on either side of Willow's temples.

Taking a deep breath, the blonde moved the pads of her thumbs in delicately light, but strong circles. "Just keep your eyes closed and let yourself feel the rotation of my thumbs."

Tara's voice was like an Angel, beautiful and kind.

The redhead wanted to open her eyes, but if she did, she feared she would ruin whatever trance she was sure her body was succumbing to. How could this woman actually be here, making her skin hum and her stomach do flip-flops?

She could feel the heat radiating into her knees as she held them perfectly still.

Finally, Willow did open her eyes, but only when she felt something permeating her skin - a heated energy, perhaps? Whatever it was, it was doing wonders.

Tara had her eyes closed, concentrating on her co-worker's forehead. She was channeling her energy and sending it into Willow's skin, centering on the source of her pain.

It seemed as if, as soon as the feeling had begun, it was melting away, along with her headache – it was gone. Now all she felt were small circles again as she looked at the blonde, wanting nothing more than for her to open her eyes.

As if feeling what the other woman wanted, Tara opened her eyes, focusing and immediately claiming the hacker's vision. Her thumbs stilled, but she didn't remove her hands, nor did she move her body. She was content to let her closeness remain.

If Willow had any objections, she certainly didn't let them be known. Her body seemed drawn to the young woman as she scooted a little closer, opening her knees so one rested at each side of Tara's body. She didn't touch her, just simply waited to see what would transpire.

The doctor's eyes fluttered downward as she lowered her head and looked at Willow's right knee. Tentatively, she lowered her hands from Willow's face, hearing a small whimper at the loss of contact.

Boldly, she placed her fingertips on the tops of the other woman's knees and gingerly began to drag them upward. Slowly, as slowly as possible, her eyes began to trace, too. Only, they traced the rest of Willow's body as she began to look upward once again.

Making a path up and over her stomach and stopping to linger on two breasts, which were enclosed behind the blue scrub top that the director wore, Tara was entranced.

Her eyes remained, starring openly at Willow's chest for a moment longer, before completing their journey. They traveled up the long creamy neck and came to rest on green orbs, orbs that reminded her of sapphires.

Blinking once, she smiled seductively as her palms now ran up and down the redhead's thighs. On their last trek upwards, Tara surprised the other woman by letting her hands and arms encircle the small waist and she pulled her forward as she stepped more fully in between Willow's legs.

When her body met Tara's, she bit off a moan in surprise, her eyes wide with wonder as she searched the doctor's, trying to decipher what she was planning.

Their faces now were inches apart, the blonde grinned and wet her lips with her tongue, her voice purring when she spoke.

"Well, would you look at that? How did that happen?" Tara's features feigned innocence as her face leaned in closer, her eyes fixing on their target.

"W-what are you doing?" Frankly, Willow didn't care. All she wanted was for the blonde not to pull away. To prove that point, her arms moved quickly, enclosing around the other woman's neck.

"Do you really need me to answer that, Willow?" Tara's eyes flicked upwards, watching Willow's briefly as she watched the redhead shake her head. "I didn't think so."

Her baby blue's moved downward again, looking at ruby lips once more, as she asked one more question.

"Do you want me to stop?" Tara asked, her mind needing assurance that she wasn't overstepping her boundaries. When Willow didn't physically answer and all she did was hug her neck tighter, making no sign of pulling away, she knew she was not in the wrong.

Before her brain could think twice again, she completed her journey, moving her face the last inch closer and lightly brushing her lips against Willow's. Moving back far enough, so only her mouth separated from her companion, she waited.

She waited to see if Willow would take the bait.

The hospital director had closed her eyes when she sensed Tara moving in to close the space between them. Now, she briefly opened them, looking directly into the doctor's as she tilted her head a millimeter to the right and let her lips whisper across the other woman's.

Feeling Willow respond was the only encouragement that she needed. Pressing in closer, she let her lips fully claim their prey. Her kiss was soft and gentle, yet firm and precise. She knew what she wanted and had every intention of making sure she got it.

Willow inhaled deeply when the doctor pulled her even closer, her mouth being claimed - becoming Tara's possession. She opened her mouth a slight fraction and sealed her lips to those covering her own.

Her tongue teased the blonde's lower lip, lightly tapping it. When her gentle probing was not answered right away, she grew impatient and extended her tongue, running it over the length of Tara's lower lip.

"Mmmm," the doctor moaned appreciatively and snaked her tongue out to meet the redhead's. Feeling them brushing together, Tara smiled.

"Tara," Willow murmured into the other woman's mouth, her lips closing around the doctor's tongue as she lightly sucked it into her warm, silky mouth. Her right hand stayed in place, her fingers slithering into the blonde's hair. Her left hand took a completely different path, as it started to move downwards over Tara's back and settling on her lower back.

She could feel the waistband of Tara's pants through the lab coat that she wore.

The blonde's hands wandered as well, her right hand smoothing its way under the scrub top that Willow wore. Her hand stilled once it met flesh, her fingers gently caressing the skin it found there.

Letting go of Tara's tongue, she closed her mouth and then reopened it again, pressing her lips over the other woman's firmly. Her hand hugged her lower waist as she felt Tara begin to slowly pull away.

Moving, so only their lips separated, the blonde leaned their foreheads together and took a deep breath.

"I..." Willow attempted to speak, but the words just wouldn't come. So instead of trying to say anything further, she just let her head drop and she hugged Tara to her. Her left cheek rested on Tara's shoulder.

"It's okay," the blonde breathily whispered, turning her head to the left, kissing the back of red hair.

"You... you're a good kisser," Willow complimented. "Very good." Her voice smiled with the last words.

"So are you," Tara agreed, pulling her hand away from the redhead's skin and smoothing it up her back, squeezing her gently.

Sighing happily, Willow pulled her head up, her eyes set on Tara's. She didn't say anything. She just leaned in a second time and placed a tender kiss against the doctor's inviting lips.

Not wanting the kiss to end, Tara pressed in again, her lips claiming the redhead's before she could completely pull away.

Her heart pounded in her ears, the beating felt like a bass drum. It drummed loudly three times, and then grew silent. Then again, it pounded. It seemed louder this time. On the third round, a voice accompanied it?

"Will! We're going to be late. Get up!"

As Buffy's voice registered, the hospital director bolted upright in her bed. Her covers were tangled around her legs. Her hands, well, her right hand was clutching the covers on top of the bed, but her left had some how found its way in between her legs.

It was firmly wedged underneath her underwear, which was now soaking wet from her excitement.

Grumbling, she pulled her hand away and fell backwards onto her bed. "It was a dream. A wonderful, beautiful, lovely dream."

"What did you say, Will?" Buffy asked through the door. Her voice sounded impatient.

"Uh... nothing, Buffy," she lied, not ready to tell her best friend about her dream, no matter how wonderful it had been.

"We're late. I'm going to go ahead and go to the clinic. I'll see you there, okay? I'll tell Tara you're running a little late ‘cause you were too busy moaning her name!"

Smirking devilishly, the Slayer turned and hurried down the hallway. She was out the door before Willow could stumble out of her bed.

"Oh my God! I'm gonna be late. What will Tara think?" Her voice squeaked as she tried to get out of bed. Her feet however couldn't move, due to being tangled in her sheet, so instead she just fell off the mattress. Her body met the floor with a loud thump.

"OW!" was the only word heard before the scrambling for clothes began.

Tara awoke with a start. Her heart was beating wildly in her chest as she tried to take in her surroundings.

She wasn't at the clinic, locked in a sweet embrace with Willow. She was at home, lying in bed. Her covers were plastered to her naked body, held there by her perspiration.

Quickly rotating her head to the right, she eyed her clock before practically jumping out of bed.

"Oh Goddess! I'm late!" were her only words, as she grabbed some clean clothes and ran to the bathroom to take a quick shower.

When she thought of why she didn't want to wake up to begin with, all she could do was smile. She was falling for Willow Rosenberg and there wasn't a thing she could do about it.

Even if that were possible, she didn't want to change anything.

Her heart was claiming Willow and she just hoped that it would be reciprocated.