�They match your eyes baby, I saw them and I just couldn�t resist.�
�They�re beautiful Willow, really, beautiful.�
�Just like you.� An affectionate, honest smile accompanied this compliment. �Then, I thought you�re gonna need somewhere to keep them, so��
The final present was a small mahogany trinket box, with two linked hearts engraved into the top, red velvet lining the inside and a tiny lock and key to ensure all valuables were extra safe.
�Darling, you didn�t have��
�You�re worth it.� Willow interrupted before her girlfriend could even think about refusing the gifts. �Besides, I�ve still got a few more surprises up my sleeve.�
�Willow?�
Tara�s honeyed voice was curious and intrigued as she considered what else could be in store for her. Her thoughts however were interrupted by a tap on the bedroom door.
�Is it okay to come in?� Dawn had learned the embarrassing way why you should never enter the room of two very affectionate lesbian witches without knocking first.
�Yeah Dawnie. No hot gay love to walk in on.�
Willow had been enjoying spending time alone with Tara and wasn�t too happy about it being interrupted, so she had decided to get an innocent little dig in (she did enjoy making Dawn turn that deep crimson colour, and it still worked after a year and a half). She received a small scowl from Tara for her trouble, but that faded when the blonde saw the look of guilt it had provoked.
�I just wanted to give you your card before I went to college.�
�Thanks sweetie. And thanks for helping make the pancakes.� Tara smiled knowingly.
�Hey, I never said Dawn helped me.�
�Oh honey, you couldn�t make heart-shaped pancakes if your life depended on it.� The blonde stated affectionately.
�Well, that�s as may be, but I only had minimal help.�
�She did try her hardest Tara.�
Dawn backed the redhead up, then, remembering Willow�s earlier dig, decided to reciprocate.
�It was very entertaining, watching her totally freak out �cos she couldn�t get them just perfect. She was like Josh just before he has a temper tantrum, I swear, I thought she was gonna cry.�
The younger girl laughed as she recalled the memory, but quickly stopped when she noticed the same scowl that Willow had just encountered adorn Tara�s face.
�Sorry.�
After Dawn had left, Tara had eaten breakfast while Willow drew her a relaxing bubble bath. The two witches had bathed together, simply enjoying being wrapped up in each other's arms; they had then dried each other and, reluctantly, got dressed.
