Moonlight And Cookies

Author: Reremouse

E-mail: Reremouse@livejournal.com

Feedback: Yes

Archive: Ask

Rating: PG-13

Pairing: Willow/Tara

Series: Willa's Cozy!Verse

Spoilers: None. AR.

Disclaimer: So not mine. Written purely for fun. No profit, no promises of literary value.  The setup isn't mine either. It's willshenilshe's.

Summary: Willow and Tara have a night off from parenting just to themselves.

Notes: This was written for willshenilshe as my take on Willow and Tara from her Cozy!Verse where Willow/Tara and Spike/Xander are raising a daughter together, Katie.

**********

It's a quiet night. Xander and Spike have swept in and stolen Katie-honey from her mothers like a pair of demented fairy men.

Which, okay, was fair enough.

But they'd get her back the next night all safe and sound.

Tonight was quiet time for only the two of them.

"You smell like cookies." If Willow had been writing a story of the evening, she might have said Tara spoke quietly, but Tara always spoke quietly, so instead, she'd say that Tara spoke like Tara, and leave it at that.

"I should smell like cookies. You took me away from a batch half baked."

"Uh huh," Tara agreed easily, and tightened her arms around Willow until Willow felt safe somewhere between Tara and the not quite full moon that looked down on them. "I can smell guilt-cookies anywhere."

"They're not guilt cookies!" Willow protested, then squirmed because she could feel Tara's look of amused skepticism without even having to look. "Okay, maybe there's a little guilt involved," she corrected meekly. "Do you think Katie knows she's staying the night with her daddies so that we can have sex?"

"Willow, honey, I don't think Katie understands sex yet."

"But what if she does! What if she will some day, and then she'll remember this that we sent her away, and she figures it out and gets all traumatized because we sent her away just so we could have sex!"

"Willow!" Tara's fingers crept over Willow's lips, pressing firmly, and Willow could feel her shaking with laughter against her back. "When she's a teenager, if she figures it out, and if she even remembers tonight, she'll probably be very glad we waited until she was with her Daddies so she didn't have to hear it."

Willow let Tara settle their warmth together, blending together like two quiet flames. "So no more guilt cookies?"

"No more guilt cookies," Tara said, and the two of them fell silent, comfortable on the back steps of their porch together.

"They're chocolate chip," Willow said, after a while, and tipped her head back to look at Tara, all wide eyes and mischievous smiles. "They don't have to be guilt cookies. They could, they could be some other kind of cookies. Like, empty house and naked with my girlfriend in the moonlight cookies!"

"Was that a hint?"

"Was it a big enough one?"

"Are you sure you're not too guilty about letting Katie spend the night with her Daddies to have empty house and naked with my girlfriend in the moonlight cookies?" Tara's almost-smile threatened to break through as she fought to keep a straight face.

Willow twisted around in Tara's grasp until she could lay against her, and steal not yet, but soon to be naked with my girlfriend in the moonlight kisses from soft lips. "I think so. I can bake emergency guilt cupcakes before she comes home tomorrow."