january 5, 2003 3:07am
magic happens
disclaimer: Willow and Tara, of Buffy the Vampire Slayer,
belong to Joss Whedon, WB, Fox, Mutant Enemy, etc. and are not mine. No
copyright infringement intended.
timeline notes: Season 5 episode, "Family". Pure fluff.
others: um... f/f non-graphic slash, this *is* willow and tara, you
know. and yeah, the wonderful song is Melanie Doane's "I Can't Take
my Eyes Off You"... *sigh*
first ever w/t piece i'd ever written. ever. yay!
. it makes me love you more .
And she sits there, concentrated, focused, probably trying
to explain something to Anya. Her brows, all knit and such, but nevertheless,
gorgeous. I smirk to myself and come over.
I overhear something about eagle reflections, and it takes
extra effort now, to keep myself from laughing out loud. I wish I could
tell her Anya would never get it anyway, but she looks so cute in explanation
mode, I immediately decide against breaking it.
'My dance?' Finally unable to contain myself, I ask. No, say.
More a statement than a question, and then I hold out my hand. Which she
takes, of course.
Of course. Like nothing else could seem - could feel - so
right. So wonderful, and so right. I hold her hand tighter, as I lead her
to the dance floor, and somebody's singing something about being unable
to take her eyes off somebody, and my god, as I face her, it's as if the
singer's singing it on purpose.
Not that I take offense, really.
'Good birthday?' I mumble.
'Best birthday,' she smiles back.
And who exactly said it, that line that goes, when you're
in love, you think every love song's sung for you? Whoever you are…
nobody could've said it any better.
I can't take my eyes off you... I can't take my eyes off
you...
'I still can't believe you didn't tell me about your family
and all that...' I begin, staring into her. Her hands around my neck, and
I pull her closer.
I feel like drowning, those eyes, unbelievably blue. But for
some reason, it feels so... right. Wait, I think I already said that...
'I was just afraid if you saw the kind of people I came from,
you wouldn't want to be anywhere near me...' she just says, softly.
This girl must be kidding me - who wouldn't want to be anywhere
near her? My, if there was one, it would definitely not be me.
Definitely, definitely not me...
'See... that's where you're a dummy,' I chastise her gently.
'I think about... what you grew up with.. and then I look at what you are...
it makes me proud...' I smile. She smiles. And she drives me crazy, I hope
she knows. 'It makes me love you more.'
Love. I stare into her, gently, but intently. Just like committing
her to memory. She gives it a whole new meaning, the love word -- something
different from what I'd learned from my parents. From what I'd learned from
Xander. From what I'd learned from Oz, even... Love.
I couldn't believe my luck.
'Every time I...' she pauses, and then she inhales. 'Even
at my worst... you always make me feel special...' she says, her unbelievable
sea-blue eyes staring back, glistening with tears. 'How do you do that?'
she smiles.
How?
Just like how you do. Just like how you make me feel --
special. important. beautiful.
Yes, beautiful.
And then the world around us just seems to start spinning
into a senseless haze, until there is only her and me, and me and her, and
nothing else makes sense, nothing else matters, nothing...
'Magic,' I whisper in reply.
Yes, that's the word I was looking for a while ago. Magic.
She smiles, comes in, and rests her head on my shoulder, and
she holds me like she's silently pleading for me to hold her like I'll never
let her go.
I pull her in closer, tighter. Never, of course. Not in this
lifetime. Or the next... or even the one after that. I guess... forever.
Yes, that's the word...
I can't take my eyes off you... I can't take my eyes off
you...
Magic, indeed.
Sometimes, it just... happens.
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oh my god, fluff... i never knew i was capable of w/t fluff...
