Title: CakeBy: remember_nomore & gwyddfidChapter: 2 of ?Pairing: Spike/Tara/Lindsey - eventuallyWord Count: 2344Beta: strangecreatureTara watched from the door as Dawn and Spike headed away from the house, a small smile teased her lips when she saw Spike hug the youngest Summers girl as they walked. ‘Spike’ll be good for her,’ Tara thought, biting her lip and closing her eyes as she shut the door.Everything shook inside her, making her feel like she was going to cry again. But Tara knew that wasn’t it; Spike’s words hit her in the gut and stung like a wound, making her hurt and ache inside. She was angry at him for mentioning Willow’s name and a big part of her hated was that he was right and that his words made it feel like an obligation to those she’d come to love.Slowly she walked towards the kitchen, moving around with slow movements as she cleaned up the dishes from the wake. A loud crash of one of the plates hitting the floor broke Tara out of her thoughts and she winced when she felt a sharp pain in her big toe. “Ouch.” Exhaling sharply she moved over to the corner of the island and lifted her foot. “Clumsy.” Reaching down she pulled the small shard of plate from her foot and moved carefully to the door to the basement for the broom.She reached for the door handle and didn’t realize that her hands were still shaking slightly, a heavy sigh left her lips and Tara leaned against the wall, closing her eyes and trying to let everything come back into focus again without blurring like her vision seemed to be doing more and more frequently these days.Her mind started that knowing spin as she ran over in her mind things that had happened in the past few months. First with Glory taking her sanity away, then Buffy giving herself up… the final straw was Willow this past summer. Obsessing and focusing on nothing more than finding a way to bring Buffy back. It was noble and a wonderful thought but Tara couldn’t help but feel neglected.Those feelings were selfish and she shouldn’t have them. Not when she just buried her lover not twelve hours ago, the ground not even hard.There was an almost mechanical feeling to Tara’s movements as she moved through the kitchen, first sweeping and then clearing all the dishes after the leftovers were placed in the fridge.Moving quietly, Tara went to the living room to turn on the TV, flipping it on to the weather channel and curling up on the couch. Looking out the window she saw how quiet the streets were. There wasn’t even anyone walking their dog at this time of day.The house was too quiet for Tara’s current liking, she reached over and turned up the TV a bit more, letting the noise fill the house. Tonight wasn’t any different from any other night. Dawn was either at Spike’s or Janis’ these days, and Xander and Anya had the shop to take care of. There wasn’t much for Tara to do lately but keep quiet, mourn in silence and when people were around smile and take care of everything.She honestly didn’t mind doing these things, she’d done them when she lived back home and now the only difference was that she loved the people she tried to take care of here in Sunnydale. She used to think she had Willow, but with Willow gone she doesn’t have many valid ties to Sunnydale or this house anymore.Her eyelids started getting heavier and Tara pulled the blanket from the back of the couch, her mind wondering when she’d become a lonely housewife.
*hugs the poor mixed up sad things*this is awesomecan't wait to see how it becomes Linds too
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What an intriguing plot so far. I'm really enjoying the interaction between Tara and Spike and most definitely looking forward to more. :)
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