�Oh, look it�s gone eight, we�re gonna have to go straight to the movie. And I really wanted to go to the Espresso Pump too. You know, so that we could talk, �cos, well, there�s no talking at the movies and, the Bronze isn�t the best place for deep, meaningful conversations.�
�We could go for coffee after the m-movie, erm, instead of the B-bronze.�
�Of course, that sounds great.� Willow complimented her girlfriend�s simple, logical solution. �We should probably get going; we don�t wanna miss the film as well.�
�Right.�
The two girls walked to The Sun cinema complex hand in hand, talking and laughing happily, making sure they stuck to the safe route Buffy had recommended in order to avoid any encounters with the undead.
�Erm, wh-who should pay?� Tara asked nervously, she wasn�t sure what the protocol was for paying on dates.
�Oh, well usually the man pays, but, no man, so I�m not sure� Okay, erm, I�ll get the tickets and you can get the snacks. Okay?�
�Okay.� The blonde smiled as it dawned on her that Willow was just as new to this as her. She mentally slapped herself for not making this realisation earlier; after all, she was fully aware that she was the first girl Willow had ever been out with.
Once the tickets, popcorn and soda (with two straws) had been purchased, the girls located the correct screen and sat right in the corner on the back row. (Well they�re on a date, where else are they likely to sit?)
�I haven�t seen this for ages; it was my favourite film when I was younger. I�ve never seen it on the big screen before though. Well obviously, I wasn�t even born when it was first out, so I�ve only ever seen it on TV, and I absolutely have to watch it every time it�s on. I always make Xander watch it too; he�s totally sick of it.�
�It was my favourite too. M-my mom taped it for me one year and I watched the video every b-birthday as a, a s-special treat. She always used to s-sing the songs to me, e-especially if I was upset.�
�Aww, that�s so sweet. I never sing the songs. Well, I did, until Xander pointed out to me that I really can�t sing. So now I just tap my feet, and occasionally I hum, but that�s about it. Do you sing the songs? I bet you have a beautiful singing voice.�
�N-not really. I, I sang with my mom sometimes, b-but I w-wasn�t as good as her. M-mom had the, the v-voice of an angel.� Tara smiled at the memory of her mother, but there was a hint of sadness in her voice that let Willow know that this was a painful subject for the blonde.
�Well, if you want to sing I�d feel honoured to hear you. But I promise I won�t join in, �cos I really am not good with the singing. In fact, if I sang I think I�d scare people off. In fact I think I�d probably scare demons off. Hey, maybe I should start singing on patrols; it�d only be a matter of time before all the big bads run away. I could rid Sunnydale of evil within a matter of weeks. Then we could all have a normal, easy life. I might have to pitch that idea to Buffy; I think she�d go for it. What do you think?�
�I�m sure you�re n-not that bad sweetie.� Tara had been laughing heartily at Willow�s babble and had to take a moment to regain her composure before she could respond.
�I love it when you laugh, makes me all happy and smiley. And you know what else I love?�
�What?�
�The way you just called me sweetie.� Willow replied with a sweet, goofy grin.
�You are a sweetie Will. M-my sweetie.�
�Yours always baby.� Willow promised, sealing the deal with a kiss as the lights went down and the opening credits of The Wizard of Oz filled the screen.
Just over an hour and a half later Willow skipped out of the cinema, her hand clasped firmly with Tara�s, singing �we�re off to see the wizard� at the top of her voice.
�You promised you wouldn�t sing. People are getting scared, they�re all running away.� Tara giggled at her girlfriend�s child-like behaviour, jokingly complaining and trying to free her hand so she could cover her ears.
Willow stopped and let go of the blonde�s hand then turned to face the taller girl. She poked her tongue out in mock indignation and waggled her fingers in her ears before running off.
�Willow Rosenberg, come back here you big kid.� Tara�s hands found their way onto her hips as she mimicked a cross parent. She raised her eyebrows, her expression defying Willow to continue the play.
Taking a look at her girlfriend Willow laughed and skipped back to the blonde�s side, placing a kiss on Tara�s right cheek.
�I�m sorry Tara, forgive me?� The tone of Willow�s voice and the puppy dog look in her green eyes resembled a small child, clearly conveying that the role play hadn�t ended.
�I forgive you. Just don�t run off again okay?� Tara continued to play her part with great accuracy.
�I pwomise.� The inflection of the feigned speech impediment finally made Tara crack. She slipped out of character and laughed so much that tears filled her eyes.
�You should always laugh. I�ve never seen you look more beautiful than you do right now.� Willow complimented with obvious sincerity.
�Th-thank you.� Tara blushed furiously and hid behind her hair. Willow�s hands gently lifted the embarrassed wiccan�s face, and before she knew what was happening the redhead�s soft lips were pressed tightly against her own.
�Please don�t hide from me.� Willow pleaded softly. �Don�t ever hide your pretty face from me.�
�I pwomise.� Tara mimicked Willow�s earlier words with the same lilt, and the girls shared a playful smile before walking out of the cinema hand in hand.
