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Title: Smudge
Author:kat_lair / Mistress Kat
Fandom: Buffy the Vampire Slayer
Pairing: Willow/Tara
Rating: G
Word count: 150
Disclaimer: Not mine, only playing
Summary: There’s a smear of chocolate in the corner of Tara’s mouth. Willow can’t stop staring at it.
Author notes: Forpushkin666 who provided the pairing and ‘chocolate’ as a prompt.
Smudge on AO3
There’s a smear of chocolate in the corner of Tara’s mouth. Willow can’t stop staring at it.
They’d been out for sundaes earlier – reward for surviving the finals – and Tara had coated her ice-cream with liberal amounts of chocolate sauce.
At first Willow had been amused by the lingering evidence of her girlfriend’s sweet tooth, but that had long ago faded into another emotion entirely.
She makes it until they get home, but only barely. As soon as the front door closes behind them, she reaches for Tara.
“Hey,” Willow says, tugging her around determinedly with a hand around her arm. “You’ve got something…” She taps at the side of her own lips illustratively.
“Oh?” On instinct, Tara’s tongue darts out for a swipe, but she misses entirely. Willow is absurdly glad.
“Just…” She steps closer and gently cups Tara’s face in her palms. “Let me get that for you.”
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Title: Smudge
Author:
kat_lair / Mistress KatFandom: Buffy the Vampire Slayer
Pairing: Willow/Tara
Rating: G
Word count: 150
Disclaimer: Not mine, only playing
Summary: There’s a smear of chocolate in the corner of Tara’s mouth. Willow can’t stop staring at it.
Author notes: For
pushkin666 who provided the pairing and ‘chocolate’ as a prompt.Smudge on AO3
There’s a smear of chocolate in the corner of Tara’s mouth. Willow can’t stop staring at it.
They’d been out for sundaes earlier – reward for surviving the finals – and Tara had coated her ice-cream with liberal amounts of chocolate sauce.
At first Willow had been amused by the lingering evidence of her girlfriend’s sweet tooth, but that had long ago faded into another emotion entirely.
She makes it until they get home, but only barely. As soon as the front door closes behind them, she reaches for Tara.
“Hey,” Willow says, tugging her around determinedly with a hand around her arm. “You’ve got something…” She taps at the side of her own lips illustratively.
“Oh?” On instinct, Tara’s tongue darts out for a swipe, but she misses entirely. Willow is absurdly glad.
“Just…” She steps closer and gently cups Tara’s face in her palms. “Let me get that for you.”
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