Author- MissKittys Ball O Yarn
Disclaimer- I don't own Willow and Tara...blah blah blah
spoilers- none
feedback- Yes please! I love it! I need it! I got to have it! definitely let me know if you are interested in the story!
Summary- Tara is the instructor of an art class Willow is attending...should be interesting huh?
Notes... No Angst in this one guys...completely fluff
for those of you that are reading A Different Life...(are there any?) don't worry, I just needed a break from the angst for a bit so I thought I'd try my hand at something lighter. I Will definitely still be updating ADL for those of you that are interested...so no worries right?
anyway here we go Enjoy!
Buffy where in the world are you? You were supposed to meet me here 25 minutes ago! Class is about to start. Willow spoke into the tiny cell phone.
I just dont have anything to go with a smock Willyou understand dont you?
What? You dont have to wear the smock Buffy! Willow argued, trying to keep her voice down.
But everyone else will be wearing a smockI dont want to be the only one without a smock.
Wellhow can I argue with logic like that? Willow said, sighing. Look Buffy, Id better go, class is about to start. Ill talk to you later ok?
After assuring Buffy that she wasnt angry with her. Even though, secretly she was fuming, she would never tell Buffy that of course. Willow just wasnt the confrontational type, but she was awfully good at being irritated at Buffy without Buffy actually being there.
Willow thought back to how just two weeks ago her best friend had begged herpleaded with herbrought up embarrassing childhood memories and threatened to go public with them how shed done absolutely everything in her power to get Willow to take this adult art class with her Theyd signed up together for God sake!
Yes indeed Im mad! Im maddy mad mad. Willow muttered under her breath.
Willow walked into the large classroom literally cursing Buffys name. Okay maybe she wasnt cursing her name exactly but she was definitely defiling it. <Ill drag it through the mud!> She thought smugly.
Willow flashed a little smile to herself at the thought of Buffys name all dirty and torn, with weeds growing out of it. Willow was so busy with her own musings that she failed to see the beautiful blonde woman standing in front of her.
Um.Hello?
Willow looked up clearly embarrassed that someone had been witness to her patented Willow babble and her jaw nearly dropped to the floor. Standing before her was the most gorgeous woman shed ever seen in all of her 26 years. <Wowshes so beautiful.oh uhsay something you spazshes waiting for you to say something! Think of something wittycant manage that? Okaysay something stupid! Just say something will you!?> Willow willed her mouth to move and form words but the cord that connected her brain to her mouth must have been severed because all she could manage was a couple of muffled gurgling noises.
Hi.are you alright? The blonde goddess inquired.
<Oh my god! Shes still hereand you havent said a thing! Say something right now!> Willow thought, panicing.
YeahUh I mean yesyes Im finegreat in factfabulous even Willow rambled, unable to stop herself.
<Fabulous?!> Oh great I sound like an idiot. Willow silently kicked herself for being such a dork.
SoWhat can I do you for?....Do for you! Willow corrected herself quickly, after realizing her use of insinuating vocabulary. Willow laughed nervously.
Oh uh The Goddess blushed.
<Shes waving a pencil at me.> Willow mentally drooled at the sight of the goddesses creamy white armThen her brain finally decided to kick in<Shes waving a pencil at me?>
Pencil sharpener... The goddess said, gesturing next to Willow.
Willow looked down at her hand, which happened to be resting on one such pencil sharpener. Willow immediately snatched her hand away from it, and stepped to the side.
The blonde smiled sweetly and inserted her pencil.
Hi, Im Tara. She said extending her hand to Willow.
Willow Willow replied placing her own hand into Taras.
I like your nameIts um my favorite kind of tree. Tara smiled.
They were still holding hands, and it was absolutely unnerving Willow to no end.
You taking the class? Tara inquired.
YesI love art! Willow blurted out. Blushing, Willow took note of the fact that Tara still hadnt taken her hand away yet.
Im glad, arts important. Tara spoke softly.
<I could get lost in your blue eyes and never even care if I found my way out.> This is what Willow thought.
But this is what Willow said. Yepyes sir-E art is good.
Class is about to start. We should. Tara motion toward the center of the room where about 24 easels were set along long desks.
Right Willow reluctantly withdrew her hand from Taras.
The two women smiled nervously at each other then parted ways.
Willow made her way through the moderately small group of mostly women and chose an easel near the back. <No use flaunting my untalented artistic abilities.> She reasoned with herself. Willow glanced around the room looking for Tara, but she didnt see her. Frowning, she began the task of organizing her paintby color of course.
Okay everybody, my names Tara Maclay and Ill be your instructor for this course.
Willows head shot up at the sound of the familiar voice, her eyes going immediately to the front of the room. And there, to her surprise, looking directly at her was Tara.
I think I could learn to appreciate art. Willow said quietly to herself.



, I love it!! and Tara's the instructor..ooh
Love sam xx
anyway...
... but you like...so...
You know what I mean.
.... I need advice hehehe and I think you are just the kitten to give it to me...
Thanks for asking first


