Sabbath Bloody Sabbath
Author's note: A while back, I wrote a story called "Well, Gosh" that I thought might potentially be offensive to Christians. In the interest of fairness, this might potentially be offensive to Jews. Obviously, that's not my intention, but you never know, religion is a touchy subject... So I'll apologize in advance and just get on with the story.
"So I really really wish I could come patrolling with you, Buff, but you know, tradition and all... Yeah. Good luck." Willow hung up the phone and bounced back into bed. "There. Buffy's on her own and we've got the whole weekend to ourselves. I can't believe I never thought of this before."
Tara sighed and shook her head. "You know, sweetie, one of these days she's going to call your bluff."
Willow pretended to take offense. "Bluff? Hey, do I go around insulting your religion, which by the way is a lot weirder than mine? Well screw you then, I'm getting dressed and going vamp-hunting right now."
"You know that's not what I mean." Tara pulled her back down; she just couldn't stay mad at her when she pouted like that. "But what if she reads up on Jewish holidays or something?"
"Hey, me and Buffy, best friends for five years now? Believe me, she will not be picking up a book with words like Yom Kippur, Rosh Hashanah and Shemini Atzeret in it unless Giles tells her they're demons. And even then it would probably take an apocalypse for her to actually read it." She leaned over Tara, kissing her way up her jawline. "No, as far as Buffy will ever know (kiss) this weekend is now the ancient Jewish feast of Akal Chatul (kiss) and I'm not allowed to use a stove, drive a car or fight the forces of evil until sunrise Monday morning (kiss). Hey, six thousand years of persecution — I say I've earned some time off. And then maybe next weekend (kiss) you could come up with some long-forgotten wiccan celebration..."
Tara giggled. "OK, I'm on board. What does that mean though, Akal Cha...?"
"I thought you'd never ask." Willow grinned and disappeared under the covers, working her way downwards.
"Oh... Th-that." Tara leaned back and closed her eyes. And indeed, a bit later there was talk of God.