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Okay, for some reason I'm getting fond of writing songfics. This one isn't quirky, though, it's a bit more straight (not that way- nononono!). So here we go: All characters belong to Joss and his lovely cardboard minions. The song lyrics belong to Meredith Brooks from her CD "Blurring the Edges". I am just a humble peon. Please leave me alone, you lawyer-shaped nasties!

Contains girl-girl action, of a vaguely PG-13 variety (i.e. we get smoochies and nothing more). And it's a frickin' CANON couple too! < happy dance >

Feedback, flames, et al can be directed to ressick@yahoo.com and as far as archiving goes, Gary is welcome to this piece if he wants it. Anyone else, ask please.

My thanks to a buddy of mine who pointed out this song and its relevance to our two fav wiccans. You know who you are, so thank you.

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"What Would Happen?"

by Ressick

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Books were sprawled across the room, laying haphazardly on any available slightly flat surface. The remnants of a pizza lay in one corner. Two very hyper/tired wiccans sat pouring over the last of Giles' library that they could borrow.

"It has to be in here!" exclaimed Willow, frustration edging her voice. She ran a hand raggedly through her hair, then gestured aimlessly.

"It probably is, Willow," replied Tara more calmly, though still tired and a little angry. Their little study date wasn't supposed to last into the next day. She tried to muffle a yawn while listening to the sounds of late-night parties going on at different points on and off campus.

Willow looked up, noting the time on Tara's small bedside clock. "Three a.m., goddess, no wonder I'm so tired." She slowly got up, stretching out the pins and needles that immediately assaulted her legs and feet. "Can I throw on some music? Maybe it'll help us stay awake."

At Tara's nod, she flipped on the radio, slowly moving the dial back and forth before she could find a station not broadcasting Britney Spears or the Backstreet Boys.

electricity eye to eye

Tara glanced up, half-meeting her friend's gaze. She grimaced slightly to keep from shivering at the toe-curling that Willow's gaze always seemed to cause.

hey don't I know you
I can't speak

"You're from the wiccan group?" she hadn't been able to form words, and instead had nodded at the simple question. "So when is it getting together again?"

"T-Tuesday," she stuttered, mentally slapping herself for the anything-but-elegant reply she'd intended.

The newcomer, whose name she still hadn't learned, smiled brilliantly at her. "Thanks, then I guess I'll see you then." Giving a little half-wave, the redhead had started to amble off. "Oh, wait, silly me. My name's Willow." Willow. She rolled the name around in her mind, tasting it and testing it on her lips. Somehow it fit the girl in front of her- delicate yet strong, bendable yet not breakable in the slightest.

"T-Tara," she said by way of reply, nervously taking the other girl's offered hand, praying it wasn't as sweaty as she thought it was.

"Well, nice to meet you, Tara," the redhead, Willow she mentally corrected herself, shook her hand and waved again, leaving for real.

stripped my sense on the spark
I've never been defenseless

She glanced over at her friend. Ever since moving the Coke machine during the reign of the Gentlemen, that's what she'd considered Willow. A friend. Tara had sensed the power contained within the petite young woman, and had been drawn to it like a moth to a flame. It wasn't a power for magic, or anything else mundane, but rather a spark of intelligence, kindliness, an inner beauty that took from Tara her ability to think clearly when too close. Willow was like the sun- there was no way you could stay cool around her. She effortlessly melded into Tara's consciousness from that first glance across the wiccan circle.

I can't even make sense of this
you speak and I don't hear a word

It was a problem, she admitted freely to herself. She was drawn to Willow, no doubt. She found herself staring at Willow while the other girl spoke, yet when she thought later of the conversation all that came to mind was Willow's face, her smile and bright eyes. No words, no ideas, merely that simple effortless beauty.

what would happen if we kissed

Tara realized that she wanted to kiss her friend, and that her feelings went far beyond friendship in the platonic sense. It was very simple. She was in love with her best friend. Her only friend.

would your tongue slip past my lips

She shivered at the thought. What would it be like to kiss Willow? She had thought long and hard on the subject. And Tara had decided that only first-hand experience, which she'd never acquire, would be necessary. For some reason, she knew it would be like nothing else: sweet summer breezes and the velvet softness a glimmer of her imagination, the fresh tang of rip fruit.

would you run away
would you stay

Sometimes, if she looked up quickly enough, she'd catch Willow glancing away from her. Each time, it sent a delicious shiver down her back. Maybe the redhead felt the same way about her? Maybe, perhaps, possibly, perchance, as the case may be, for all one knows, gods willing... The doubts tore and raged in her mind. She knew she wanted to, she knew that given the chance she would. But the fear was that Willow would run, would be shocked, disgusted. Stay, she begged her friend mentally each time the hacker rose to leave. Could Willow do that, stay comfortably, if Tara tried to move beyond friendship?

or would I melt into you
mouth to mouth lust to lust spontaneous decombust

Willow looked up from her books, unable to believe that Tara hadn't kicked her out yet. It was past three a.m. for goddess' sake! Her fellow wiccan was surrounded by discarded tomes, face quietly, almost imperceptibly, troubled. Her lips were pursed slightly, drawing Willow's attention away from her friend's gentle stormy eyes. No, stop thinking these thoughts! Willow demanded of herself. It wasn't that she thought that whole 'gay' thing was wrong, or anything, after all she was raised a Reformed Jew, but still, it flashed back too much on her skanky evil self. And after all, she'd been very much in love with Oz. A boy. Whom she now was totally over, if she could admit that to herself. But it was rather that poor Tara didn't deserve to have such thoughts thought about her. Tara was kind and sweet and gentle and beautiful. And a friend. You don't think kinda gay thoughts about your friends. Now watching "Pretender" because you think Ms. Parker is sexy is a totally different matter.

But she still couldn't get the idea out of her mind. Kissing Tara, running her hands through that exquisite fine blond hair, pushing it back from the wiccan's face to catch a glimpse of her friend's girl-next-door simple beauty, holding Tara close, a thousand other wishes and half-dreams that crowded her mind when she was around someone so shy she stuttered every other word. There was no way Tara could possibly return her feelings. No way she'd ever try and find out. But the idea was still there, the daydream of pressing her lips against the softness of Tara's. Of letting herself go in the wiccan's arms. Loving someone again. And expressing it.

room is spinning out of control
you act like you didn't notice
brush my hand

Tara reached for another book, lightly grazing Willow's shoulder as she moved. The hacker tried to contain her short intake of breath, tried to conceal the smoldering in her eyes. She glanced away, letting the emotions take over for a second before pushing them down, ignoring them. Or at least trying to. Then her friend was settled down again, opening her book to the first page and squinting at the calligraphy.

forbidden fruit ring on my finger
you're such a moral moral man
would you throw it away no question
will I pretend I'm innocent

They were friends, neither could deny that. And there was more than a passing attraction on both their parts. But it was something mild, something they could easily ignore. Tara's morality dictated she not make any kind of pass or move on her friend. Even admitting to her feelings would be too much a step in that direction. She could see that Willow cared for her perhaps a little too strongly considering the short span of time that they'd known each other. And that friendship was slowly becoming her world. Alone for so long, she craved the friendship, the companionship, the trust, the connection, the casual intimacy that Willow offered. She couldn't muster the strength to resist when Willow offered to be her friend. She couldn't deny herself that small piece of happiness, even as she knew she was falling in love with the other girl. She would deal with it.

what would happen if we kissed
would your tongue slip past my lips
would you run away
would you stay
or would I melt into you
mouth to mouth lust to lust spontaneous decombust
what would happen if we kissed

They looked up, together, eyes meeting and both unable to tear their gazes away. For a second, all the barriers between them were stripped away, the love and desire floated from one to the other, acknowledging the need and genuine affection between them.

I struggle with myself again
quickly the walls are crumbling
don't know if I can turn away

Willow fought, and fought, but couldn't summon enough strength to move away from Tara. She couldn't find it within her to deny what her heart knew was perfection itself. She couldn't force herself to block her emotions.

Tara couldn't keep the raw emotion from her gaze any longer. And tears edged their way onto her face as she saw what she never could have believed in Willow's gentle verdant eyes- a reflection of her own combined fear and love.

Every emotion bare and out in the open. Every fear and hope and half-dream half-wish. Every longing and desire made plain. In the ashes of the walls between them, they accepted the other's love.

what would happen if we kissed
would your tongue slip past my lips
would you run away
would you stay

Tara rose slowly, offering her hand and pulling Willow up with her. As their hands touched, a jolt passed through them, and they both started a little at the unfamiliar, yet not unpleasant, sensation. Willow let the side of her hand caress her friend's cheek, then moved to push Tara's hair from her face.

or would I melt into you
mouth to mouth if we kissed

They stood together, silent and hopeful. Fear and love and every other emotion swirling in their minds and reflected in their eyes. Tara slipped her arms around Willow gently, drawing the hacker closer by a few scant, but utterly important, inches. Nestled comfortably within each other's personal space, their foreheads met and touched as they both sought to control the raging feelings deep within their guts.

would your tongue slip past my lips
would you run away
would you stay
or would I melt into you
mouth to mouth
if we kissed
if we kissed

Tara moved her forehead a few inches and raised Willow's chin gently. Do you want this as much as I? her eyes pleaded silently. In response, the hacker moved forward, and their lips pressed gently together. She threaded her hands through silky blond hair and pulled Tara closer. The song on the radio unobtrusively ended, and they stood there, no longer wondering what would happen if they kissed. And neither wanted to run. Ever.

Finis