This time a little Willow/Tara moment.
Fascination – Bogwitch
Tara blew gently through red lips, pursed as in a chaste kiss. The breath caught the delicate film held taut on the cheap plastic wand and it swelled into swirls of pearly balls, which drifted away into the sunlight. Some popped in midair, descending in a shower of sparkles; while others burst on the wall behind them, leaving a delicate ring of moisture like a mouth open in surprise.
Willow watched her mesmerised, there had to be magic in this.
What's going on? Spike, wherefore art thou?
(sorry, I keep having to fix this, I've wandered around in tense a bit. That goes with the lack of beta, I suppose)