Thank you for the quick response DaddyCatALSO.

It helps in better situating the mood proposed by some B/F authors. My initial perception of the two characters had been a closer focus on the sexual interplay between them as two straight girls with homogeneous attraction patterns. Your personal opinion is also enlightening as far as bisexuality on the show is concerned.

Vi'

Yup. Of course people can go out and have a picnic (sort of...) at winter, but it's a bit different of course. You need to make fire and stuff. But probably coldness is not an issue in California

Nice update again. This Faith&Buffy -pairing is getting interesting.

Hey all, Chapter 20 is almost in the bag, and I'll update as soon as possible with it. Only thing is, its the last chapter I've written, so it might be a while before I can continue.

I'll respond to feedback now before I have to head off for the weekend, so new chapter Sunday night if all goes to plan.

katjetson - The B/F pairing is a bit of a hit or miss for me, which is strange since I've paired them up, I think it depends on the circumstances, so I must be doing something right if it's working here(I hope)


love_2003 - Welcome aboard. I'm pleased that you are enjoying the fic, and the pace of W/T relationship. Believe me, its been hard to make them hold back.


jay/wt4evr - W/T goodness in the next chapter. And we all need our share of that!



wimpy0729 - So, you like sweet and steamy huh? I think Buffy has a lot of choices to make, and her attraction to Faith certainly cause a see-sawing of emotion. I like that you like my Faith...hang on, let me say that again...my Faith...ah! thats better. I tried to make her more complex, plus it helps keep Buffy off balance which adds to the tension between them. Does that make sense?


nimloth - Vi, as usual your feedback is a joy to read. Now, this time what you picked up on was purely intentional. So, yay me for getting it right. I figured if faced with Buffy's honesty with regard to her feelings and doubts that this would cut through the blase that Faith usually engages in. She knows that Buffy's hesitency isn't a tease or an act, and even though she doesn't make any big promises to Buffy with regard to any possible relationship between them, Buffy responds to her honesty and feels more comfortable with her emerging sexual and emotional responses to Faith.

As to the nature of their relationship on the show, I had read your question before heading to work, and I thought I would answer when I got home. I saw DaddycatAlso's response, and I think that was a perfect summing up of where it was on the show.

Whether there was sexual attraction between them depends on how you read the sub-text. Buffy was attracted to parts of Faith character. The hedonistic attitude, the embracing of her slayerness was in direct contrast to Buffy. By this point Buffy had already 'died', sent the love of her life to hell and had reluctantly accepted the burdon and responsibilities of her calling. So, Faith comes along, breezing in all cocky and in love with the fight and Buffy is horrified by the recklessness she shows. But, gradually she is seduced by this side of Faith, and up to the arrival of Gwendoline Post, their relationship definately has elements of infatuation. It's more than likely that the early parts of their relationship are the basis for many writers putting them together, and the relationships in the fanfic are always sexually charged because of this.

Thats my two-cents worth anyway, but I'm pleased that Buffy's actions aren't exactly random within the the story I'm giving her. I was slightly worried that this chapter could be percieved as a bit contrived in terms of her thoughts and feelings jumping all over the place.


DaddyCatALSO - I enjoyed your response to Vi's question, I too think of Buffy and Faith as a transitional thing, but in the world of happy endings there may be some pressure to give them one aswell.


PolarBear - I think Faith will be cooking more than dinner!


Have a good weekend everyone!!

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People grow through experience if they meet life honestly and courageously. This is how character is built. Eleanor Roosevelt

By all means, take your time in producing the rest of your virtual penning – am sure the wait will be worthy of the final product .

I feel glad to have received a second point of view as this has once again helped me in substantially revising the Faith/Buffy relationship as pictured in Quiet Saturday Mornings. I remember having difficulties in initially integrating a mental mapping of their romance as it did not concord with what I had been attributing to the Buffyverse. With this new insight, their interactions do seem pretty electrifying or sexually charged as you said. I think I'm beginning to get hooked to B/F story-dealings...and awaiting even more eagerly for their dinner date...and oh, further and further dates.

Wishing you a happy week-end as well,
Vi

Aaaahhhh you meanie...well, not meanie, cuz you'll update us soon right??

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When I saw you I fell in love, and you smiled because you knew. -Arrigo Boito

Yes, next chapter soon!?

Sorry I havent posted here before. You should punish me. It's a great fic, i guess i was too busy reading it

Lots of twists and turns. I'm a sucker for anything romantic, angsty, or humerous! So anything really

cheers

Lifty!

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Cant wait till Sunday then.
Sorry I missed feedback on the last chapter.


This is a staement that hits very close to home for me at this point in time.
Funny how things like that happen sometimes.
Anyway, I loved the last chapter.It was fantastic. I also was glad to see we are going for the zing instead of the smut for a while.It makes for a nice story.Sooo yea!!

Looking forward to Sunday night. Hope your weekend was a good one.
Rosemary

Chapter 20 all done and dusted and ready for upload. It's the W/T picnic, and to say it caused me problems would be an understatement. Those girls are getting too damn frisky for me, I practically had to pull them apart at times. Hope you enjoy reading it anyway

A bit of replying first, though:

nimloth - Vi, I'm glad my comments enlightened you a little more and enhance you enjoyment of the Buffy Faith relationship, not only here, but in other fics on the board. I'll be writing the dinner scene next, and after this chapter I'm looking forward to going the whole way


jay/wt4evr - Sorry for being a meanie, this one is an update. Hope that makes up for it!


Lifty - No apology required for not leaving feedback before, I'm just so pleased you think it's a great fic, and considering how great your's is, I take that as a massive compliment.I hope you enjoy the next chapter.



Title: Quiet Saturday Morning’s
Author: Paint the Sky
Rating: PG13 – NC-17
Pairing: W/T
Disclaimer: AU. No spoilers whatsoever. Oh, forgot to add that I don’t own any of the characters in BTVS, I’m only playing with them.
Feedback: Yeah, sure, why not.
Summary: Shy, newly gay Willow Rosenberg and her first venture into love with an equally shy blonde.
Notes: This is my first attempt at any kind of fiction since I left school many, many moons ago. After a long time reading the fic’s on this site and others I thought why the hell not, give it a whirl, try it on for size and all that.


Chapter 20

Weatherly Park stretched out in shades of green and brown as Willow and Tara strolled along its winding paths, carrying the essentials they needed for their picnic. A bright November sun cast long shadows creating a tapestry of light and shade on the grass beneath their feet. The air felt cleaner and the noise of the children playing on the swings and roundabout grew faint as they headed to the furthest point in.

The park was relatively quiet, and the only other people in this area were solitary dog-walkers. Soon the only noise was the birdsong and the gentle lap of water on pebbles as they walked the path around the lake. Walking close together Willow’s hand sought out Tara’s.

“You don’t mind, do you?” the redhead asked with a shy smile.

Tara looked down at their hands’, “No, I don’t mind at all,” and she laced her fingers between Willow’s, “Willow, where exactly are we going?”

At the far side of the lake a stand of evergreen oaks grew on a grassy knoll, and it was the perfect spot for a picnic the redhead told the blonde.

They walked the path around the lake to the higher ground of the knoll. A gentle climb took them to the top, and they spread out their coats, and sat down the bags on a thin carpet of dry leaves.

Tara turned away, “Oh, Willow, this is perfect,” she enthused as she took in the view over the lake, and out into the open parkland, “the town and university seem a million miles away. This is much better than a stuffy old classroom.” Turning back she gave Willow a full on smile, and received one back from a very happy redhead.

They sat facing each other Indian style, their coats spread out now like a blanket before them with paper plates ready to receive their contents.

They busied themselves setting out their supplies. They unwrapped the sandwiches they bought at the Pump, and little tubs of grapes, strawberries and ready cut mango they’d bought at the store. The neatly arranged paper plates soon held an array of sandwiches and fresh fruit, and two plastic cups had been filled with soda.

“Not too shabby for a thrown together impromptu lunch alfresco” Willow almost babbled.

“Nope, not too shabby at all” agreed the blonde lifting, and then biting into a sandwich, savouring the taste of fresh granary bread and salad.

Willow followed suit, glad to be finally eating after the long walk to their destination.

“I’m glad you like it here. It’s one of my favourite places, I come here a lot. Especially when I need to think things through, it’s a great place to be alone with my thoughts,” she took another bite of her sandwich and reached for her soda

Tara watched as Willows head tipped back when her lips made contact with the cup, opening on the rim just enough to let the cold liquid enter her mouth. The blonde felt a shiver run through her and she cast her eyes down to her sandwich before Willow could notice. This could be long afternoon Maclay, get a grip. Tara looked up into the crowns of the tree’s “I can see why you like to think here, the canopy is so high, like the ceiling of a great cathedral, its nature’s cathedral,” she said simply.

“That’s exactly what I think every time I come here,” she sat down the cup, “well nature’s temple, not cathedral, cos y’know Jewish, well, Jewish Wiccan, or is it Wiccan Jewish, I suppose that doesn’t really matt...” Tara gave her an arch look and a half smile, “What? Oh, Am I babbling again?” she asked.

“Uh-huh. And not like I’m keeping score, but that’s two you owe me” Tara giggled, and popped the last of her sandwich into her mouth.

“Oh, you are so keeping score… but then I could be babbling on purpose” she suggested teasingly.

“And that would be a bad thing because...” the blonde countered looking directly into green eyes.

“Because if you kiss me now I’m not sure I would want to stop,” Willow said seriously, and watching the blonde’s face she tried to gauge her reaction. When Tara’s head dropped Willow felt panic. She had said the wrong thing, moved too fast. Why did I say that. Ok, so I meant it, but I didn’t have to say it!

Tara felt a thrill run through her. She could dismiss Willow’s admission with a joke, but she wanted to let her know that she felt the same, she looked up, her blue eyes darker, and taking a moment to focus, and with conviction she said “I’m not so sure I would want you to.” So, I’m not playing hard to get, then? Anya would be so proud!!

Both girls were aware of the weight of their words. They both knew they weren’t just talking about kissing, and two very simple sentences took on a complexity that would move their relationship to a new level.

At that moment the world could have come crashing in and neither of them would have noticed. They were each lost in the other’s eyes, searching for any doubt, any regret about what they had said. None was to be found, only trust and honesty shone through.

They found it hard to pull away from each other, neither wanting to spoil this perfect moment by making the first move.

Above them in the canopy the noisy activity of two squirrels went unnoticed, but when dry leaves loosened by the marauding rodents wafted down between them it was enough of a distraction to break the visual lock.

They both looked up into the trees at the same time and laughed at the antics of the chasing and leaping animals, amazed at their dexterity and acrobatics.

Tara lowered her gaze and watched Willow, and she smiled at the child-like expression of delight on her face as she watched the squirrels play, she looked so innocent, her inquisitive eye’s following every move above her and silent oohs and ah’s animated her mouth. Oh, she is adorable.

“Willow,” Tara said softly, “you’re gonna get a crick in your neck if you hold that position much longer”

“Will you massage it for me if I do?” she was smiling and continued to watch the squirrels. Tara hands, ooh, naughty feelings go away!

The blonde gave a laugh, “You know I’m getting a little jealous of those squirrels. I thought we came here to be alone, and now I find I’m sharing you with rodents”

Willow looked back down and pouted, “But they’re soo cute with their leaping and chasing, and bushy tails” then she laughed as Tara rolled her eyes and shook her head.

“You really are a goof, aren’t you,” the blonde told her affectionately.

“Yep, guilty as charged your Honour” and she broke into a huge grin as Tara laughed loudly.

When the laughter abated, they realised that the squirrels were no longer cavorting above them having moved on to another part of the park were they wouldn’t be disturbed by noisy humans.

“Aw! They’ve gone, we scared them away,” said Willow with a touch of sadness as she looked up into the empty branches.

“Good, now I have you all to myself, no more pesky wildlife to distract you” the blonde teased her and enjoyed the blush that rose in Willow’s cheeks as she lowered her gaze back to her.

Willow put a hand to the back of her neck and gave it a rub, wincing slightly “You were right about getting a crick, but you didn’t answer my earlier question.”

Willow only meant it as a tease, but Tara lifted herself into a kneeling position and shuffled around behind her. The redhead jumped slightly as she felt two cool hands at the base of her neck and shivered as two strong thumbs ground tiny circles between her vertebrae. Stay calm, stay calm Willow.

She closed her eyes and leaned back into the softness of the body behind her, feeling the blonde’s luscious breasts at the back of her head. She groaned as the thumbs worked their magic and the rest of her body began to respond in ways that could lead to agony or ecstasy depending on Tara’s intentions. This isn’t calm, Rosenberg!

Behind the redhead, Tara was struggling not to let her hands roam any further. Had she known how this would make her feel she would’ve stayed well out of contact.

When Willow had leant back into her and she had heard her groan it had sent a spark of need through her. She could feel her nipples harden, and warmth spread throughout her body. As her thumbs rubbed Willow’s neck, her fingers began to knead at the shoulders beneath them, and she felt the redhead relax further into her, turning her head from side to side. Tara groaned when she felt Willows head rub against her, and her massage increased in intensity to match her growing arousal. Oh, shit, why didn’t I just stay sitting over there.

“Mmm…that feels so good” Willow’s voice was deep and throaty, she moaned again as Tara’s thumbs rubbed harder.

Hearing her voice, Tara moved Willow’s collar length hair to the side and brought her lips down to kiss the skin that had been warmed by the friction from her thumbs. She felt Willow tense at the contact and whispered “Is this ok? Do you want me to stop?”

“Ooh, god, no, please don’t stop,” Willow was breathing heavily, and her head fell forward exposing more skin, and she shivered when Tara’s tongue licked along the length of her neck. She moved her hands behind her and blindly groped for the blonde, and soon came into contact with the outside of Tara’s thighs. She moved her hands up and down, squeezing and grabbing, ignoring the awkward angle of her wrists, just needing to touch the body behind her. Ooh, Tara-tongue, mmm.

Tara moved her thumbs from Willow’s neck and began to massage her shoulders as she kissed and nibbled on the soft skin. She pushed her hands forward, rubbing at the muscles, and on each pass her fingers stretched further down, below the collar bone and almost brushing the tops of the redhead’s breasts. The hands on her thighs tightened driving her crazy. You have to stop Maclay, before you can’t!

Willow leant back a little, turning her head to expose her throat to those oh so seductive lips, and Tara moved her head a little before grazing on the newly offered flesh.

Tara was lost in the sensation of kissing and touching, and Willow was on the verge of turning completely around so that those teasing and arousing lips were on her own when a chorus of ‘We are Family’ caused them to jump apart.

Willow scrambled for her bag cursing loudly at the source of intrusion as she snatched her phone, and turning to face Tara she flipped it open.

“Buffy” she mouthed to a very flushed blonde.

“I…uh…had to go home, Mom called earlier…she needed to see me”.

“Yeah, everything’s ok, I’ll see you later, bye” she closed the phone and threw it back into her bag on the ground.

Willow moved slowly on her knees to where Tara knelt. She gave her a small smile and took her hands.

“Are you ok?” she asked, concerned that things had been moving to fast for the blonde.

Tara tilted her head, smiling as she answered “Yes, I’m ok. Why was Buffy ringing?”

“I was supposed to meet her for lunch, I meant to call and cancel but in all the rush and excitement this morning I forgot. If I’d have rung her, we wouldn’t have got interrupted. Sorry, lousy timing.” Willow let out a sigh. She squeezed the hands in hers and suggested they continue their picnic.

Tara nodded, and despite the frustration she felt, she knew the interruption had come at the right time.

They shuffled back to their food, but this time they sat side by side, their knees touching as they resumed their former sitting position.

Tara lifted some grapes from the plate nearest to her and picked them off the vine and brought one to her mouth, she bit down on it and let the juice flood over her tongue before chewing the sweet flesh and swallowing it down. She repeated the action twice more and turning to the redhead to ask her why she hadn’t told Buffy the truth she became aware that Willow had been watching her eat, she was opened mouthed and looking rather flushed. Oh, oh!

When Tara had turned to her, Willow’s first instinct had been to look away, but instead she leaned forward and captured sweet grape infused lips with her own. She ran her tongue along them and felt them open and move against hers. Willow’s tongue was warm and questing, and it sought out its partner with little flicks and swirls. You taste soo good!

She hadn’t meant to kiss Tara, but when she saw those grapes disappear into her mouth and the look of pleasure on the blonde’s face as she heard the little fruit pop, she had imagined the juices filling her mouth and her own watered as more erotic images filled her brain. I want to taste you everywhere!!

Willow reached for Tara’s hand and took a grape from her, she broke the kiss long enough to pop the sphere into her own mouth. She held in between her teeth and closed in again on the blonde. When their lips met she bit down on the grape and let the juice run into both their mouths. The soft flesh was passed between them as tongues moved from one mouth to the other revelling in the sticky sweet wetness. Their senses were overwhelmed by the passion of the kiss, and it took all their effort not to let it get out of control.

Tara broke away and swallowed down what was left of the grape, her face was now as flushed as Willow’s and she looked at the other girl from under heavily lidded eyes that gleamed with excitement. She clamped down on the urge she had to throw Willow to the ground and cover her body with her own, and instead reached for her soda with shaky hand and gulped down the liquid. She turned away from Willow, not trusting herself with those lips that were oh so close and kissable. I need to cool down, if she kisses me again like that I swear I’ll burst into flames! Tara poured more soda into her cup, her hands still shaking.

“Good grapes” she said, gulping down more soda. Great kiss!

“Very good grapes” agreed the redhead. Wonder what the mangoes would be like?

Tara turned to the redhead and smiled, the question she had been about to ask before Willow had kissed her came back to her, “Why didn’t you tell Buffy where you were?”

Willow pushed her fingers through her hair, and placed her elbows on her knees. With her head down she laughed a little quiet laugh, mostly to herself, but she knew Tara must have heard her.

“I…um…I wanted this to be about just us,” she confessed, “I didn’t want to share it with anyone but you.”

Willow looked up, feeling embarrassed and slightly surprised at herself, and met two blue eye’s and a lopsided smile “I didn’t tell Anya either, I could have, but I liked the idea of playing hookey with you without anyone else knowing,” Tara said to her making her smile a mile wide.

“Ooh, how bad are we. Sneaking off and lying to our friend’s about it. Clandestine meetings in coffee shops, and a spontaneous picnic in a secluded place.” Willow giggled. “Why, Miss Maclay, that’s very naughty of us. And as I am seldom naughty, it must be your bad influence,” she continued with a hint of tease, and lifted another grape from the plate nearest to her.

Tara watched as Willow nibbled on the grape, peeling away little bits of skin to get at the sweet centre, awaiting a response to her mock accusation. She narrowed her eyes, and scrunched her nose, her soft lips in a pout “Hmpff! I’m so not the bad influence here, Miss Rosenberg, I’m not the one who suggested we renege on our studenty responsibilities to partake of an afternoon of illicit picnicking at a secluded venue. You caught me in a weak moment, and members of the jury,” she waved a hand expansively around to indicate the tall oaks, “that is my defense, and I ask you to find my accomplice, one Willow Rosenberg guilty of leading me astray.”

All through Tara’s speech Willow gravely shook her head to dismiss the accusations, but when the blonde had asked the trees for judgement on the facts of her case she could no longer hold in the great big belly laugh that was all the louder now it had it’s freedom. She laughed so hard that she rolled back onto the carpet of leaves beneath her and put her hands to her tummy to relieve the cramping that had started.

Tara struggled to keep her face straight as she waited for Willow to regain her composure, but Willow just kept laughing and rolling on the leaves. “You think that’s funny do you?” Deciding that the redhead had laughed long enough, Tara lifted some of the grapes and threw them at her. Whether it was pure luck or skill, the first one bounced off Willow’s forehead causing her to suddenly stop laughing. Tara threw another, but her aim wasn’t so true this time, and she blushed when it hit Willow’s left breast, “Hey, quit it, we could be doing better things with those,” she teased.

Ignoring Willow’s protests Tara threw a third grape. The redhead was ready this time and caught the juicy green missile. She sat up and showed the grape to the blonde, she held it with her thumb and index finger and tipped back her head. Raising her hand, she held the grape above her open mouth and squeezed it until the juice dribbled onto her tongue and over her chin.

She brought her head back down and popped the squishy fruit into her mouth and chewed it making exaggerated yummy noises.

Tara had watched Willow squeeze the grape and she had licked her lips when the juice ran over Willow’s tongue and chin. She resisted the impulse to dive on the girl and lick her clean, and the playful way Willow ate the grape was making her impulse harder to resist. Her eyes never left Willows face, and she gasped when redhead lifted a slice of mango, placed it between her teeth, and moved towards her, slowly, on her hands and knees. Her heart raced as Willow got closer, she felt warm all over and her breathing was shallow and rapid.

Willow felt giddy, she had seen Tara’s reaction to her tease with the grape, she had seen those luscious lips being licked with a moist tongue and she had wanted to be close to her. She wanted Tara’s lips on hers again.

Willow reached her goal, she was face to face with the blonde, her hands either side of Tara’s knees where she sat cross-legged. Her lips were so close now, she could feel warm breath caress them as the blonde exhaled.

The image of Willow crawling towards her with a slice of mango in her mouth should’ve been funny, the mango looked like a little orange tongue, but Tara looked into the dark green of Willow’s eyes and seen the seriousness of the girl’s intentions. Tara swallowed hard, her mouth filling at the thought of wrapping her lips around the fruit and sharing it so intimately with the redhead.

Those green eyes where now so close to her own that Tara got lost in their depths. She felt something moist at her lips. A sticky trail was brushed back and forth, and she realised Willow was anointing her mouth with the juice of the fruit she held between her teeth. Tara’s eyes closed and her mouth opened. Reaching out with her tongue she licked at the slice of mango being offered. Her hands had moved to hold onto Willow’s arms, and she felt them tremble under her touch. When she opened her mouth more, the redhead moved hers’ closer and the mango slid in over her tongue. She resisted the urge to bite down on it, not wanting to sever its connection to Willow just yet. The redhead teased her mouth, sliding the sliver of fruit in and out along her tongue. She groaned and her grip on Willow’s arms tightened.

Willow could barely believe her own actions. She felt an erotic charge run through her and centre itself in her core. She heard the groan escape from the blonde and it urged her forward. Her lips came into contact with Tara’s. Their mouths worked together hungrily and as she pushed harder against them it was enough to tip the blonde backwards. Tara felt the balance of their position shift and controlled their descent to the leaf strewn floor.

As she fell back, Tara straightened her legs. When the blonde felt her back on the ground, she moaned as Willow’s body gently settled on her own, and a when a thigh fell between her open legs she shivered with arousal.

The kiss continued, and despite the fall their lips had remained locked together. The mango had broken in two, releasing its sticky sweetness that was greedily swallowed with the mango flesh by a gasping blonde.

Willow lifted her mouth from the blondes’ and smiled as she swallowed down the piece of fruit that remained from their embrace. She looked at the kiss swollen lips and the flushed face of the beautiful women beneath her, her befuddled brain finally registered the position of their bodies and her heart hammered in her chest as blue eyes opened and a lazy smile graced the face of the blonde.

Tara brought up a hand and brushed Willow’s hair behind an ear. She lay there with the redhead’s weight pressing against her. She searched Willow’s face looking for anything that told her that the redhead was uncomfortable with their position.

Her hand continued to stroke and play in silky red hair, her fingertips gently massaging the scalp beneath them. She felt Willow lean into her touch, and saw green eyes close in pleasure.

She drew Willow to her again, and her tongue traced the outline of the mouth above it. She savoured the taste she found there. The remnants of mango juice were gently removed, each lick of her tongue cleaning the redhead’s mouth of its stickiness.

At the touch of Tara’s tongue, Willow was gone. Her mind flew to places and imagined things that did nothing to calm the sensations that gripped her body. She was intensely aware of were her leg was, and that her breasts lay against those of the blonde. She wanted to move against the body beneath her. When she had fallen forward her hands had come to rest either side of Tara’s shoulders and there they had stayed supporting some of her weight. She moved slightly to the side, and her hand moved to the shoulder of the blonde who was now kissing her, letting her tongue dip in and out of Willow’s mouth, teasing with little licks and bites to her lower lip.

The redhead responded in kind, and her own tongue chased after the blonde’s. She felt Tara’s fingertips traversing her spine in long lazy sweeps, and her own hand moved down the blonde’s body and came to rest at her waist.

Willow let out a groan when she felt Tara’s hand slide along the bare skin at the base of her back. Tara moaned at the softness of the skin beneath her, and lightly scratched it with short fingernails. Willow could no longer stay still and pressed her lower body against Tara and let her hand travel up the side of the blonde stopping just at the swell of her breast.

Tara felt the thigh between her legs push harder, and her own tensed as Willows sex came into contact with it. She felt the stroking of Willow’s thumb at the side of her breast. She wanted to totally surrender to the need she felt, it would be so easy and it felt so right.

Willow fought a battle with her conscience when she pressed against the blonde, it was all going too fast for her now. The heat in her groin was maddening and it was oh so tempting just to forget about everything and give in to her lusty feelings.

They both felt each others doubts, Tara took her hand from the bare skin it was caressing and Willows placed hers well out of reach of Tara’s breast. Their kiss came to a reluctant end when Willow pulled away with one last nip to Tara’s lower lip. She also lifted herself over so that their lower halves no longer could give into temptation.

“Well,” said Tara “the grapes were good, but the mango was better, but I’m thinking we shouldn’t try the strawberries, we might get arrested for public indecency.”

Willow laughed and put her head on Tara’s shoulder, she lightly kissed the skin at the side of the blonde’s jaw. “Could you imagine what Buffy and Anya would say if that happened?”

“Anya would probably put an ad in the paper and throw us a party,” said a very amused Tara grinning at the imagined response of her best friend.

Willow giggled, her head still cradled on Tara’s shoulder. Her fingertips drew ever decreasing circles on her partner’s tummy and she sighed. “I’ve enjoyed our afternoon Tara, I…um didn’t quite expect it to be so physical, not that I’m complaining mind you, but are you sure you’re ok with all this so soon?”

Tara’s hand was immobile, just resting on Willow’s back, still keeping its distance from the exposed portion of skin at the small of her back. The blonde gently rubbed and soothed Willow’s doubts. “Its been a great afternoon sweetie, and I’m definitely ok with this,” she kissed the top of Willow’s head, “I’m usually not so demonstrative, especially with girls I’ve practically just met, but this just feels right, you know?”

“Mmm... like Buffy” Willow murmured.

Tara laughed, “That’s the second time you’ve Buffied, wanna clue me in this time?”

Willow sat up, and brushed the dust off arm and the side of her leg, offering a hand to Tara to help her up, she said “Well, the first time I talked Buffy I just knew we would be friends. We clicked right away. Oh, we met because she needed a tutor after moving from LA, and she was given my name. So, when we met on Saturday, and then again last night I had the same feeling, you and me are just like Buffy.” She smiled at Tara, hoping her explanation sounded reasonable.

Fully enlightened by Willow’s explanation, Tara teased her “So, being Buffied is a good thing.”

“Oh, yeah, a very good thing, and if you’re as good a girlfriend as Buffy is a best friend then I’m gonna be one lucky gal” stated Willow.

“Is that what I am?” asked Tara softly.

“What?” the redhead replied, not entirely sure what Tara meant.

“Your girlfriend?” Tara’s voice was even despite her worry that she was jumping the gun on their status.

Willow grinned widely at the blonde, allaying all her fears, “Do you want to be, I mean I do if you want to?”

“Oh, yes, I want” the blonde said matching Willow’s grin with one of her own. Girlfriends.

“Me too,” Willow could only grin some more. Girlfriends.

Minutes passed gazing at each other, neither of them in a hurry to look away. There was a mood of contentment now they both knew how the other felt, and the sexually charged atmosphere mellowed into something less volatile.

A slight breeze disturbed the leaf litter causing a rustle of noise that broke the silence between them, “I think we better pack up the rest of food, keep the dust off it,” suggested Willow as one or two dry leaves landed on the remainder of their picnic, “and though I hate to say, I’ll have to go soon, work remember, can’t be late for my first day.”

“Yeah,” Tara said sadly giving her watch a quick glance, “It’s 2.45pm, how long will it take you to get to work?”

“I’ll have to leave by 3.40pm. The shop is at this end of town so I reckon twenty minutes should give me enough time to get there and not be late.” She gave a sigh of resignation, wishing she didn’t have to go, and the look on Tara’s face told her the blonde felt the same.

Placing the food back into containers and packing them away in the bags they had, they looked around to make sure they had left no litter. Satisfied the area was clean and tidy, Tara motioned to a large oak, “You wanna sit over there for a while, rest our backs against the tree?”

“Yep, lets get comfy and enjoy the rest of our time, can we cuddle?” Willow asked with a wink and a cheeky grin.

Tara smiled at her girlfriend and she rolled her eyes, “You’re incorrigible!”

“I don’t need much incorriging where you’re concerned,” she punned, laughing loudly at Tara’s groan.

They soon settled in at the base of the large oak, Willow’s head on resting against Tara, and a protective arm draped across her tummy.

The blondes arm was behind Willow’s back, her hand lightly holding her waist. Tara’s other hand played with Willow’s free hand, their finger’s entwining and gently squeezing.

“This is nice,” Willow said quietly, “I love this place even more now that I have someone to share it with.” She looked up into the smiling face of her blue eyed girl, and heard Tara’s lilting voice say “Thank you for sharing it with me.”

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People grow through experience if they meet life honestly and courageously. This is how character is built. Eleanor Roosevelt

Ah my dear you are so not a meanie...not after this update more and some little bit of again
ah, young girls in love, can't wait to see where this love will bring them
update.soon? *pouts cutely*

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When I saw you I fell in love, and you smiled because you knew. -Arrigo Boito

Yay! Great update-y goodness... Liked the naughty picnic...

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Posting While Nude Improves Your Mood.

This is just getting better all the time. Very nice picnic indeed.



When I was reading this part my first thought was "Ouch, that must hurt". I was a little confused but kept reading forward anyway. Then came this part:



At this point the bells started ringing. "Grapes aren't green, are they?"

Then I realized something: Grapes really ARE green, but GRAPEFRUITS AREN'T! Somehow I managed confuse grapes with grapefruits. Yahoo me! I can be such a goof sometimes

Rosemary, I just seen your feedback, judging by the post time, it came through while I was updating.

Good to see you back on the board so soon, I hope that's a positive sign.

Thanks for your comments. At this point Buffy is discovering things about herself that hadn't been apparent to her before. In many ways i'm using her a channel for my own feelings which may explain how easy I find her parts of the story to write.

The zing is all very well, but the smut has a siren song that is hard to ignore, so it looks like I'm heading back to Writer's Block to exorcise the smut demon.

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Oh, that picnic was simply delicious in so many ways. I think if they would have continued with the strawberries, there would have been some serious indecent exposure. Probably best they stopped there, at least for now. And I still like the idea of keeping their little adventure a secret, something just for them, at least for now.

Can't wait for more.


Wimpy

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Restlessness ~ Quickies - The Lovers, The Dreamers & Me

"There was plenty of magic." ~~ Tara

Paint the Sky, you and I must've been sharing a brain the past week or so. I used the exact phrase, "Will, you're incorrigble," in something I was writing. And something else you said, too, but I can't remember, although it was almost word for word. Crazy. I had to scramble to change what I wrote so we didn't mirror each other's sentiments. 'cause that would just be weird.

That said, what a wonderful update. And yes, your kittens certainly did get frisky. Were you complaining about that?! I like, I like.

See me sprinkle muse dust in your hair.

I kinda liked the way this chapter has been dealing with the expression of their love. It seems to connect somehow with the first section revolving around the need for permissibility before breaking further barriers to intimacy, the middle part taking on a sensual note...

Which reminds me, Paint the Sky, I'm happy you chose the theme of fruits to externalise and introduce us to these two girls' innermost feelings. I wished you had used the strawberries from the start itself but then, upon further pondering, mangoes are an even better choice – original, exotic and much more suave.

....and the aftermath of the picnic scene revelling in the necessity of incorporating verbalisation in romantic relationships. Bluntness can feel great at times.

Loving WT loving, pickniying and Willow buffying Tara ^^,
Vi

Thought I'd reply to the feedback, and let you know there should be an update at the weekend if I can do the Buffy/Faith dinner right.

Thank you for your continued patronage and comments, and to all you lurkers thank you for reading. It still amazes me when I look at the view count, I feel quite humbled by it. If I could, I'd buy you all a . remember alcohol laws vary from coutry to country so if you are underage please decline my offer and have instead!


jay/wt4evr – Yay! I’m not a meanie, except I am cos this isn’t an update, sorry, but I’m glad you like the picnic.


Zampsa1975 – Naughty picnics are so much better than the non-naughty kind.


PolarBear – Your feedback had me laughing so hard. Can you imagine if it had of been grapefruits. Poor Willow would’ve had some major concussion going on.


wimpy0729 – Yeah, I liked the secret part too. I sorta thought of Willow in season 4 ‘having something that was just mine’, but this time Tara could share that feeling.


katjetson – Your comments made me very curious.

So, when I read the second part of your little Dinah Shore smutfest, I kept trying to insert that dialogue in, assuming that was what you were writing, and if it wasn’t does that mean we get to see more from you? I hope so.

nimloth-

I liked that too. When I re-read it a few days after posting, I thought Aw! They’re so sweet, but sooner or later they’re gonna go Vesuvius on me. It’s getting harder for me to not let them take free rein of there obvious passion for each other. I almost went for the naughty touching in this chapter, but I couldn’t write it without it seeming out of character for both of them, both from cannon and in terms of their development here.

And as for the mango, I choose it because I like mango and it was a better shape for the kissing scene. I had written in a Tara thought that said ‘Oh, she’s fucking my mouth’, or something along that line, but it didn’t sit right with me, it was too graphic too soon.

I always love reading your thoughts on my work. You make it seem like I know what I'm doing

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I am looking forward to the weekend a lot more now. Also I am of age to drink alcohol but I would like the instead please. Keep them updates coming, your doing a great job.

This is some of the most amazingly hidden smut o rama I have ever read...Very Naughty in a innocent way...


In the trash and gutter factory that is Rosemary's mind I read this as a spank.,not spark..I did.Really.




As did I.



There is someone I feed Grapes and Mangos to very often...Unfortunatly he's twelve inches high bright green and covered in feathers...
Love this update. Lovely really...I think your smut demon couldn't wait for Writers Block...

Love this story and I REALLY need an update please?????

Chapter 21 for you all, first some replies.

love_2003 - you are very welcome to the balloons, and an update coming right at ya!

hondos - I tried very hard not to let the picnic descend into smut, but the sub-text was definately there. I saw a pic of your parrot on the pet thread, he's very cute.

Willowfan - I hope this fulfills your need!


Title: Quiet Saturday Morning’s
Author: Paint the Sky
Rating: PG13 – NC-17
Pairing: W/T
Disclaimer: AU. No spoilers whatsoever. Oh, forgot to add that I don’t own any of the characters in BTVS, I’m only playing with them.
Feedback: Yeah, sure, why not.
Summary: Shy, newly gay Willow Rosenberg and her first venture into love with an equally shy blonde.
Note1: This is my first attempt at any kind of fiction since I left school many, many moons ago. After a long time reading the fics on this site and others I thought why the hell not, give it a whirl, try it on for size and all that.


Chapter 21

Willow made her way back to campus after a busy couple of hours at Computers for All. Her time passed amicably in the company of Spike and Jenny, and she enjoyed the work she had done knowing that someone in real need would benefit.

Sitting on the bus she mulled over what had been an eventful day. She and Tara were girlfriends. The word alone made her mouth turn up at the corners at the very thought of it. “Girlfriends” she whispered so she could vocalise it and enjoy the shivery sensations it gave her. She casually looked around the bus, and said it again knowing that no-one was close enough to hear her. God, she loved the sound of it. She wanted to say it over and over again. She laughed at herself, at the giddiness she felt.

The time she had spent with Tara was already numbered among her most precious moments, and the thing really sent her senses into orbit was that this was only the beginning.

It had been so hard to leave her, and Thursday was still three days away. Willow wasn’t sure how she would cope without her Tara snugglies. Ok, that made her sound like a real spaz, but it was what she had named their cuddles against the tree. She smiled as she wondered what Tara would have said if she had told her that.

Her eyes glazed over as she remembered their goodbye kiss. They had been cuddled up at the base of the oak, and they both knew that their secret afternoon was over. Tara’s lips had been so soft and warm, and her tongue had teased and worshipped her own. She had held her so tight that Willow felt in that moment she could take on the world if it knocked on her door looking for a fight. Then, it was over. They had left the shade and seclusion of the trees and the world seeped in again, bringing them back to the reality of work and study.

They said goodbye at the gates, and marked their departure with a chaste embrace, their passion and need left behind to be reignited at a later date.

Willow stood up and made her way to the exit as the bus pulled into the campus stop. Stepping out into the cool evening air, she pulled her jacket close around her and headed in the direction of Stevenson Hall.
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Across the quad at Fischer, Tara lay on her bed in her dorm, her kitten Salix, purring gently by her side. The only illumination in the room came from the strings of fairy lights that festooned the walls. The room had been decorated purely to her taste, it was one of the benefits of single occupancy. The bohemian flavour of the décor was directly influenced by her upbringing. Her Mom was an artist who ran a workshop back home in Cannon Beach, Oregon, and Tara had inherited her love of art from her.

She wondered what her Mom would say when she heard that her only daughter had met someone. She looked over to the clock by her bed, it was six thirty, and she normally rang home at eight. The blonde couldn’t wait to tell her Mom all about Willow, well, she smiled, maybe not all about her. Cathy Maclay didn’t need to know about the warmth of her lips, and how Willow’s kisses made her want to do the wild thing. She laughed out loud, and the little cat looked up at her and yawned.

“Sorry kitty, did I wake you?” she said ruffling the fur on its head.

The blonde was meant to be at the library finishing up her Art History paper which was due on the coming Wednesday. Unlike her last assignment, she refused to handwrite any more pages and had begun this one on the campus computers. She narrowed her eyes and glared at the broken laptop sitting against the wall near her desk wishing she could use it so as she didn’t have to leave her cosy room to sit in a fluorescent lit cubicle until late into the night. If she didn’t go to the library then she could stay where she was and think about her girlfriend. Her girlfriend, she would never tire of thinking that.

She stroked the kitten with gentle fingers, “Did Mommy tell you she had a girlfriend? No? Well, I do.” The kitten rolled onto its back and batted at Tara’s fingers with her front paw enjoying the attention she was getting from the normally busy blonde.

She wondered how the rest of Willow’s day had gone. When they had said goodbye with a warm hug she could feel the redhead’s reluctance in leaving her, but Tara knew she had had no choice in the matter and she had watched her walk away with a final wave and a sad smile.

The kitten stretched and padded up the quilt to rub her whiskered face on Tara’s cheek. Tara wrinkled her nose as a rough tongue licked her jaw, and it didn’t compare favourably at all to the tongue that gave her such pleasure earlier that day.

The blonde blushed at the memory of their kisses, and how aroused she had been. She had never felt that way before, even with her first girlfriend, it had never got that heated. So far, nothing in her life could compare to what she already felt for Willow, and every part of her hoped that Willow felt the same.

“I think I’m falling in love with her, Salix,” she said to the kitten as she scooped her up and hugged her.

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Willow opened the door to 214, and breezed in on Buffy who was frantically rummaging through every item of clothing in her closet. She closed the door and walked quietly to the blonde and stood behind her. Buffy was so engrossed in her task that she hadn’t heard Willow nor the door.

“Hey Buff, whatcha doing?” Willow asked in aloud voice making the blonde jump.

“Arg!! Willow, don’t do that, you know I hate people sneaking up on me, and I’m looking for something to wear, why else would I be in the closet,” she said without a trace of irony.

“Ah, the eternal question of the sexually confused,” Willow waited for a reaction from her busy friend.

Buffy turned around, distracted by Willow’s comment and obvious good mood, “Huh? Will what’s wrong with you? I need something to wear, help me.” She turned back to her clothing, and continued her search.

“Ok, why do you need something to wear? Where are you going, you don’t normally go out Mondays?” Willow was curious now, and Buffy’s frenzied activity had piqued her interest.

The blonde spun round again to face the curious, if unhelpful redhead, “Dinner. Faith’s. Happy now?” she challenged.

“Ecstatic,” one word accompanied with a raised brow said everything, Willow knew not to comment further.

Buffy let out a sigh, “Sorry, Will, I’m just a little hyper. Faith asked me to go to her place for dinner and I said yes, and I don’t know what to wear,” she explained with a worried look.

“Oh, I see, well how do you see the evening, is it a get to know you type deal, or a now we’ve had dinner lets do dessert scenario,” Willow failed to keep her face straight as she sat on Buffy’s bed, and giggled at the wide eyed stare Buffy was dishing out.

Buffy plopped down on the bed beside her best friend, “Oh, shit, Will, I don’t know. When I’m with her I know I could…you know…but when I start to think rationally I’m all with the I don’t knows.”

Willow put a comforting arm around Buffy, “Talk to me Buff, what happened with you and Faith?”

The blonde laid her head on Willow’s shoulder and began her tale. She told the redhead all about the previous evening and how unsettled and curious she was about where her feelings were going. Willow encouraged her to continue, and she listened to Buffy as she haltingly told of the make-out session in their dorm room, which had culminated in Faith’s ultimatum.

“How did that make you feel?” Willow asked her, taking her hand to give her extra courage.

“At the time, and taking into consideration that we almost just had sex against the door, horny as hell if I’m honest.” Buffy was blushing hard, her cheeks hot with the embarrassment she felt at her admission to Willow.

“Mmm…you’re obviously attracted to her, and maybe I shouldn’t say this, but I think you need to explore this,” Buffy turned her to her, her hazel eyes teary, “what if you pass it up and spend the rest of your life wondering what might have been. I know how scary this is for you. When I came out to you, I’d already accepted that I like girls, and my only fear was that I would lose you as friend just when I would need you the most, but in the beginning I felt so confused by my feelings. I knew what I wanted, I think I always did, but that first time you really admit that to yourself, it’s overwhelming, and even more confusing. For me it’s a life-style choice, Buffy, it’s who I am and who I want to be, but it’s not like that for everyone,” she smiled at the blonde who was hanging on her every word, “I say take a chance, and if it doesn’t last then it will be because of what you are and not because of what you were afraid to be.”

Buffy sniffed loudly as tears coursed down her cheeks and turned fully into Willow who held her as she cried. “Wow, you’re like big knowledge woman or something, when did you get so smart,” Buffy said laughing and crying at the same time.

“No, Buff, no big knowledge here, its just I’ve more time to get used to things.”

Buffy pulled away and wiped her face with her hands and took a deep breath, “Ok, so after all that, I still don’t know what to wear,” Willow saw the smile on Buffy’s face and knew her friend would be alright.

“Keep it casual, that way it doesn’t look like you expect anything except dinner,” the redhead suggested.

“Sounds good, by the way how did things go at home, is everything ok?” Buffy asked as she went back to her closet.

Willow was glad the blonde had her back to her, and she bit at her lip as she weighed up whether to come clean or continue her charade. She mentally tossed a coin and it came down heads.

“Yep, everything was fine, Mom and Dad are heading off again, a conference on child development or something in San Francisco, and they need a few things doing when they’re gone,” Willow amazed herself with the fluency of the lie, but as it protected the memory of her time with Tara she felt justified if not a little guilty given Buffy’s previous honesty.

It was almost seven o’clock, just enough time for Buffy to wash her tear stained face, reapply her make-up, and get dressed before heading to Faith’s apartment.

“What’s your plans for this evening Will?” she said as she put on her jacket and checked her wallet for cab-fare.

“Oh, I’ve got some reading to do, and I’m gonna give that programme another check, so the peace and quiet will be very welcome,” Willow said, “and don’t worry, I’m not gonna go all Mom on you and wait up.”

Buffy gave her a smile as she made her way to the “Wish me luck as I head off for my date with destiny.”

“Good luck, and hey, her names Faith, remember.”

The last thing that Buffy heard was Willow’s goofy laugh at her own silly joke.


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Tara got back to her dorm room just before eight o’clock. She had finally dragged herself and her Art History notes over to the library. When she had got there she was surprised to find Carly at the desk instead of Faith.

When she had asked where Faith was as she bought a card for printouts, Carly told her that she had left at six thirty saying something about a hot date.

Tara thanked her for the card and headed to the computer suite wondering who Faith had a date with. She also wondered if Buffy would be ok.

Booting up the computer she worked for a good hour before cramp in her fingers slowed her down. Her notes for her assignment were detailed enough that she ended with a presentable argument on the use of colour and its psychological effects on interpretation of theme. With a few loose ends that could be tidied up tomorrow she headed back to the dorm via the grotto where she bought a coffee and take-out salad.

Making herself comfortable, she sipped on her coffee as she rang her home number and waited for someone to answer.

“Hello, Maclay Artist Workshop” a pleasant voice sounded out.

“Hey, Mom, its me, how’s things?” Tara felt warmth settle over her hearing her Mother’s voice.

“Things are great here honey, the workshop is booked solid, I even sold a painting,” Cathy Maclay said with enthusiasm, “but what about you Tara, how are things in Sunnydale, your studies going ok?”

“Um…yeah, Mom, things here are really good. Classes are going great, and…um, well,” she took a breath, inhaling it deep into her lungs, “I met someone,” she waited for the obvious chain of questions that would follow her revelation.

“Woo-hoo! Who’s the lucky girl? How did you meet her? What’s she like? Tell me everything?”

“Only four questions, that’s not too bad, you’re slipping Mom,” Tara laughed, “One, her name is Willow Rosenberg, two, we met at the library, three, she’s beautiful, funny and smart, and four, I am so not telling you everything,” she laughed again,
“but we have a date on Thursday.” Tara held back on the picnic revelation, it was still too precious to her to share yet.

“She sounds wonderful Tara, and you do know that in not telling me everything, well, you’ve just told me everything,” Cathy smiled, and knew her daughter would tell her eventually anyway, “so, will I get to meet her or is she not a keeper?”

“Meet her, um...yeah, maybe… if she’s a keeper” Tara tried to sound cool, but something in her voice told Cathy that if Tara was reluctant to think that far ahead then this girl must really mean something to her.

"Tara, sweetheart, its ok. I’m not expecting you to bring her home for thanksgiving next week or anytime soon, but if she becomes a real part of your life, I’d like to meet the girl who makes my daughter sound so happy,” her Mother’s words soothed her.

“God, Mom, if I ask her home for thanksgiving, I may as well turn up with u-haul on Thursday,” Tara smiled as she imagined Willow’s face if she did that, “and anyway, don’t I usually sound happy?” she queried.

“Not as happy as this, I’m your Mother, it’s my job to notice these things,” she said emphatically.

“Ok, then, yes I’m very happy. Its early days, very early days but I feel a real connection with her, and I think she feels the same way,” the blonde explained easily and without a trace of doubt

Their conversation continued for at least an hour, more relationship talk, catching up on events from home and going over the final travel arrangements for Tara’s trip home for thanksgiving made the time pass quickly.

“So,” Cathy said, “I’ll see you next Wednesday evening, and why don’t you ask Willow to come with you.”

“Mom, give it up, I’m not asking, anyway she probably has plans of her own,” Tara replied but wondering what would happen if she did ask. Why did you put that thought in my head? I would love a few days with her away from everything, maybe camp out or go up to the cabin.

“You can find out, can’t you? Ask her, do it for your Mother,” the voice was cajoling, and there was a definite element of tease that had Tara shaking her head in amusement.

Tara puffed out her cheeks and blew out a stream of air, “Ok. I’ll ask. She will probably run for the hills, but I’ll ask.”

“Really? You don’t have too you know?”

Cathy Maclay heard a groan from her daughter and chuckled good-naturedly.

“Mom, you’re driving me crazy so I’ll say goodnight, I love you, and see you next week,” Tara said in exasperation and with humour.

“I love you too sweetheart, see you next week, and I’ll make up the guest room just incase, bye, honey”

“Bye, Mom,” Tara could hear her Mother laughing as she hung up the phone.

Tara stood up from her desk and stretched with a long tired yawn. She spied the salad she had brought home and took it to her bed to eat it in comfort. The kitten came over to her and sniffed the air as she ate, but when learning there were no exciting tidbits to be had she jumped to the floor and went off exploring.

The blonde yawned again, and even though it wasn’t yet nine o’clock she felt a tiredness settle on her like a warm blanket on a cold day. Cosy and welcoming. She put it down to the late night she had had coupled with the early morning, not to mention all that fresh air in the park. She yawned again, and decided that an early night might be the best option all round.

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Buffy arrived at Faith’s apartment a little before eight o’clock, before pressing the buzzer for the intercom, she took a deep breath to steady herself. She had been getting more and more nervous in the cab the closer she got to her destination. At one point she almost asked the cabbie to pull over and let her out, but she had remembered Willows words and she took courage from them.

She checked the apartment number on the note Faith had given her, and pressed the buzzer marked 6.

She fidgeted with the buttons on her jacket and felt her nerves building again, and when Faith’s voice rang out on the intercom she almost jumped a foot high.

“Who is it?” the voice asked.

“Me, um, Buffy” she called out holding down the speaker button.

“Come on up, I’m on the third floor” Buffy was told.

She heard the electronic lock open and she pushed the door. It opened and she stepped into a communal hall and walked to call the elevator. With a ding the doors slid open, and she stepped in. She stood for a moment, facing out into the hall, and as the doors slid closed she felt a little more confident about herself and her choices. She felt the car lurch upward on the pressing of a button, and in no time the doors opened again. Buffy stepped out and looked around the hallway and seeing apartment 6 she went to knock on the door.

As she raised her hand, she realised the door was slightly ajar. Faith must have opened it for her she rationalised and she gave a light knock and pushed on in.

She entered a small hallway that housed a series of doors, five in all. She wondered which one was Faith’s bedroom, and she also wondered if that’s where she end up. She shivered, and shook her head to clear her mind. The door on her left led her to an open plan living room and kitchen. She stood in the doorway and watched Faith as she busied herself with preparing dinner. She took in the movement of her back muscles against the tight white vest. She cast her eyes down and over the tight fitting faded jeans that encased her ass. Faith looked good she admitted to herself.

Faith worked with precision, chopping and adding ingredients to the pan. There was sureness and confidence in her actions. She was so caught up in what she was doing that she didn’t know Buffy was there. Nina Simone sang quietly in the background, and Faith sang along, her hands busy now stirring coriander into the pan. Buffy savoured the moment, and she almost didn’t want to announce her presence, she was loving watching an unguarded Faith.

She was about to call out to the brunette but Faith turned and saw her before she could speak. Faith’s sultry mouth broke into a broad smile when she saw Buffy standing just inside the doorway, “Hey, B. You gonna stand there all night or are you gonna come in and get comfortable?” She ducked down under the counter before Buffy could answer and emerged with two dinner plates clutched in her hands.

Buffy had moved into the center of the room, and stood near a large leather sofa. Removing her jacket she took in her surroundings. Faith’s apartment was tastefully decorated, and a large bookcase dominated the longest wall.

“Hey, um…the door was open so I figured it was ok to come on in. Is there anything I can do to help?” she asked setting her jacket on the arm of the sofa, and despite her comfort levels rising by the minute, she was still nervous about tonight’s outcome.

“Nope, everything’s under control here, five by five, sit down and I’ll get us a drink. You want a beer?”

Buffy grimaced at the thought of more beer and replied “No beer for me thanks, a glass of wine would be nice though if you have some?”

“Sure, no problem,” Faith said easily as she ducked down again to get a wine glass.

She pulled a bottle of white from the fridge and poured a glass for the blonde. Looking over she could see Buffy perched on the edge of the sofa looking for all the world like someone in a dentist’s waiting room whose appointment was for root canal work.

Sitting down beside Buffy, she handed her the glass and they both looked down as their fingers touched lightly in the exchange.

“Thank you,” Buffy said, “You have a lovely apartment, very tasteful, subtle, it’s not quite what I was expecting,” she smiled and gestured towards the far wall, “lots of books.” Inwardly, Buffy cringed at her remarks, she hadn’t meant to be rude, and she hoped that the librarian wouldn’t be offended.

Faith gave a lazy smile in response “What were you expecting B?” she said raising an eyebrow watching Buffy’s face redden.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to sound so rude, I was just surprised that’s all. I’m not sure what I expected to be honest, maybe more black?” she blushed some more at the ineffective explanation and took a sip of her wine.

“Ah, black,” said Faith leaning forward, “you haven’t seen my bedroom yet.”

Buffy spluttered slightly as the wine in her mouth went down the wrong pipe, and her embarrassment was about to get the better of her when the timer in the kitchen drew Faith’s attention away from her.

“Saved by the bell, B. Hope you’re hungry, I know I am,” she gave her a wink before heading back to the kitchen.

Faith dished up the food with a clatter of utensils and speedy movements, “Grub’s up,” she called taking the plates to the table, “c’mon B, dig in,” she said taking a seat at the table near the large arched window.

Buffy took her seat facing Faith and placed her wine glass on the table.

On her plate a colourful, steaming and pungent Thai green curry assailed her senses and Buffy’s mouth watered as the smell of chillies, coconut milk and coriander tickled at her nostrils, and plump prawns bulged out from a tangle of fresh noodles.

“Oh, wow! This looks fantastic,” the blonde said lifting her fork, “are you sure you didn’t order takeout?” she teased twirling the noodles onto the prongs.

Faith was amused by her comment and softly shook her head, “Hope you like it, and there’s plenty more if you want seconds.”

With a mouthful of noodles and prawn Buffy made pleasurable noises chewing and swallowing her first forkful, “Mmm, its gorgeous. Really. It’s like there’s a party in my mouth and everyone’s invited.”

Faith laughed, and somewhat bemused asked “What?”

Buffy looked up from her food to see the expression on the other girls face and laughed too, “Oh, I heard that somewhere, The Simpsons I think, and I always wanted to use it.”

Faith nodded, “Fair enough, as long as you’re enjoying it I don’t care how you express it.”

Buffy ate the rest of her meal in silence having decided that the words coming out of her mouth weren’t exactly making sense to her. What Faith made of her silence, it was hard to say as she too ate quietly.

She pushed her plate away from her and rubbed her tummy, “Thank you. That was one of the best meals ever cooked for me.” She smiled, and was glad she hadn’t said anything that could be construed as rude of stupid again.

Standing, Faith smiled and began to clear the table, “I have dessert if you want some, I got it at Asian supermarket so I can’t lay claim to it, but I can recommend it. It’s a sticky sweet rice with fruit.”

“I’ll pass if that’s ok, I’m pretty full up,” Buffy said patting her stomach.

In the kitchen Faith began to tidy up, and she ran water into the sink to wash the dishes, “I won’t be long, why don’t you get comfortable on the sofa.”

Buffy thought for a moment and then joined the brunette in the kitchen, “Let me help, it’s the least I can do.”

“Ok, cool,” Faith handed her a drying cloth.

They stood side by side at the sink, Faith washing and Buffy drying and stacking the dishes on the drainer.

The kitchen space was smaller than Buffy had reckoned on, and as they worked their shoulders and upper arms made sporadic contact that sent shivers down the blonde’s spine. She could smell Faith’s shampoo, and faint wafts of her perfume. She watched strong hands caress the wet dishes in the sink, holding them firmly despite their slippery surface. She felt the blush rise to her cheeks when she imagined those same hands on her skin caressing and holding her with the same strength and gentleness. Her body tingled at the thought and her mind conjured up images in response. She almost dropped the plate she was drying, and mumbled a sorry to it and placed it on the drainer. Her thoughts were making her nervous again, and she wiped her hands on the drying cloth and waited on the next plate.

Faith handed her another plate and gave her smile as their arms brushed again. Buffy wiped the water from it thinking how different Faith was this evening. There had only been that one attempt at teasing, and from that point she had behaved like…like what…like a normal person? Buffy wasn’t sure what made her feel more nervous, Faith in full-on mode or this one that wasn’t wise-cracking. Maybe Faith was being polite with her because she had changed her mind about wanting to get to know her. Buffy needed to know, it was better to know now rather than suffer through an evening with someone just going through the motions.

“Um, is everything ok Faith? You’ve been er, very different tonight,” a tentative Buffy asked.

Faith turned to her, a serious look on her face, “Would you believe me if I said I was nervous?”

Buffy choked back a laugh, quickly realising that it was not an appropriate response, “I might, if you tell me why,” she said quietly.

The brunette dried her wet hands on a towel hanging from a rail beside her, “I’m nervous because I like you. I like you enough not to hold to the ultimatum I gave you today. I totally want you B, but only if you want it too”

“Oh,” Buffy said in a quiet voice, “Is that a good thing or don’t you want the complication of sleeping with the straight girl?”

Faith took Buffy’s hand, “I’m letting you off the hook B, cos you haven’t been totally relaxed since you arrived,” Buffy opened her mouth about to protest at Faith’s remark, but she was silenced as the brunette continued, “I’m not stupid, I know you’re confused but I don’t want you doing something because you feel you have too, that’s no reason to do anything. That’s when it becomes complicated, been there, done that and had to pick up the pieces. I don’t play with people, not when I think they can get hurt by it. I’m hoping by toning it down you’ll see that.”

“I’m not here because I think I have to be. I’m here because I want to be, after what happened in the dorm I thought you would know that. And, I like you enough to let you hold me to your ultimatum,” Buffy swallowed hard, not sure how Faith would react to hearing that the very nervous blonde wanted to sleep with her.

The brunette leaned forward and kissed Buffy on the cheek, “Are you sure?”

“Yes”

One word was followed by Buffy’s lips finding Faith’s. The hand the brunette was holding was used to pull her closer as the blonde’s mouth moved with more intensity. Buffy felt herself being turned and Faith pressed her against the work-top. She groaned as she felt the brunettes body push into her. Her hands moved to Faith’s back and she pulled at her vest needing contact with bare skin. She felt her own top being pulled and she pushed forward to allow the thin cotton to be raised.

Faith asked her again if she was sure and Buffy answered her again with a kiss. The blonde felt a warm tongue join her own, ‘my tongue…your mouth’ Buffy remembered, and her tongue wrestled with the other for domination.

Hands that had been idle or innocent now moved of their volition seeking out pleasurable zones.

Buffy’s breast was held in a warm strong hand, and a stroking thumb gently teased at her nipple. Going bra-less definitely had its advantages. She arched into the touch and moaned as Faith’s mouth left hers and went to her throat. A wet tongue traced lazy circles and she heard a faraway voice asking for more.

She felt wetness pool in her panties, the brunette making her body respond like never before and she couldn’t get enough air into her lungs when Faith pushed up her t-shirt and latched on to a nipple sucking and licking it into a tight and tingling peak.

Buffy was on fire as Faiths warm sensual mouth moved over her throat again. The blonde’s hands moved to the brunette’s ass and pulled her body closer.

She heard a groan escape from the mouth at her throat, and Faith moved away slightly, and her hands gripping Buffy’s top and pulling on it.

Buffy shivered with anticipation as she raised her arms above her head to facilitate Faith’s actions.

Faith’s knuckles burned a trail on soft skin as the vest was pulled up and off the blonde’s body and those brown eyes watched every expression on her face as her small breasts were exposed. Dropping the t-shirt she stepped back from Buffy and ran an appreciative eye down her half-naked body.

They both stood still, their breath coming in short gasps. The air in the kitchen felt hot and heavy, and Buffy’s heart raced and her head buzzed from the passionate turn of events.

Buffy watched as Faith removed her vest top. The blonde licked her lips as Faiths hard flat stomach was revealed inch by inch, her breasts, oh, those breasts, and Faith dropped the vest on the floor beside the blonde’s top.

The brunette saw that Buffy was enjoying the show and smiled at her as she reached back to unhook her bra.

She slowly removed the silky garment, and Buffy gasped as full breasts and mocha brown nipples came into view.

Stepping forward Faith covered Buffy’s body with her own, her hands running up the blonde’s sides, loving the quiver she was causing. The librarians mouth was on her neck, lightly biting and soothing with her tongue.

Buffy felt a well muscled thigh being pressed between her own and she widened her stance to accommodate it.

Faith’s left hand gently squeezed her breast, and the blonde writhed pushing her hips forward to make greater contact with the thigh between her legs.

In response to the blonde’s movement, Faith teased Buffy’s nipple, her fingers plucking the pleasure giving bud with a gentle twist, and her right hand moved from Buffy’s hip to the tight space between their bodies where the nimble fingers undid the button and zipper of the blonde’s pants.

The brunette lifted her head from Buffy’s neck and looked at her. The blonde’s mouth hung open as she pulled in air in greedy gasps, and her eyes were heavy with desire.

Faith leaned forward and kissed her, and sucking on the blonde’s bottom lip she nipped it lightly as she pulled away.

“Want.” Her right hand slid into Buffy’s pants.

“Take.” She moved two fingers to her warm wet opening.

“Have” She slid home thrusting hard into the blonde’s pussy.

Faith pushed harder and harder into her, and Buffy grunted and bucked her hips against the brunette’s talented fingers.

Her arms had wrapped themselves around Faith, she pulled the brunette closer to her urging her on with cries and whispers in her ear.

“Oh, god…oh, oh, Faith, don’t stop, please…” she moaned over and over.

“I’m not gonna stop B, this is just the beginning,” she breathed into Buffy’s ear and bit down on the lobe.

Buffy’s hips moved at a quicker pace and her fingers dug into the well muscled flesh of Faith’s back, she groaned, a deep low keaning that signalled the onslaught of her orgasm.

She ground down onto Faith’s fingers, and rode out the pleasure they were giving, each spasm verbalised with small grunts. She could feel her walls grasp at the fingers inside her, the muscles rippling and squeezing, and she knew that it had never been this intense. Her body and brain were caught up in the pleasure she was receiving, one feeding off the other and prolonging the sensations. Slowly her movements stopped and her pussy quietened, the spasms weakening allowing her to relax against the work-top.

Her upper body was flushed with the heat of her orgasm, and she shivered as Faith caressed her breasts with gentle touches as she removed her hand from their cramped position.

Faith looked into green eyes dilated with satisfaction and wonderment and she laughed as Buffy said “We should really finish those dishes Faith.”

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Well....That was very nice.
You're just busy , busy , busy , with the smutty goodness these days.Which is yeah for us....
Willow and Tara are just adorable with the whole girlfriends thing.
I loved this update as usual.Nice and long..
You seem to be in a creative grove these days.Im very pleased by that.
Cant wait for more on both stories..
Rosemary
And thanks for the nice words about my Spooky.I am very proud of him..

Yay for another great update-y goodness... Nice smutty goodness by Buffy and Faith... Especially liked Buffy's comment at the end about finishing the dishes... Tara's conversation with her mother was nice...

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Posting While Nude Improves Your Mood.

Wow, this was nice in so many ways. All warm and fuzzy with Willow and Tara's thoughts, and I loved the phone conversation between Tara and her mother. BTW, Yay, here's one of the few fics where she still has her mother to turn to.

Then, I gotta say it again -- I love your Faith. She's actually very sweet by not wanting to push Buffy because she actually liked her and didn't want to hurt her. That's like super sweet with a cherry on top. THEN, I'm glad Buffy was sure enough about everything to follow through with her actions, very nice, hot and yummy actions. Very nice.

Can't wait to see what's next.


Wimpy

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Restlessness ~ Quickies - The Lovers, The Dreamers & Me

"There was plenty of magic." ~~ Tara

Paint the Sky:

Cheers for your update! In fact, this calls for some double cheering – ginger beer bottles and WT community assemblage.

Personally, I still feel more of a fan of the Willow-Tara scenes than the Buffy-Faith ones in your story and that must certainly be relative to feelings of positive reinforcement that came up both on the show and through fan fiction. Will & Tare interaction scenes disclose more on the emotional side of love as reflected in your penning of their thoughts about their girlfriend status as opposed to Buff & Faith interaction scenes where the focus seems to be on the electrifying vibes coming off them like waves. Throughout the BF scene, my mind was concentrating on all details you had decided to include which would have a sexual connotation to it. Interestingly enough, you chose to keep the dinner scene quiet and it enhanced the point of focus...was this implicitly meant or is it the way you have always pictured the BF relationship? Still, I found the scene to be well-constructed. Faith acting as a ''normal'' human being adds a touching effect to her attraction and liking of Buffy.

Now, they sure had better get back to the washing of these dishes lol.

Tara's conversation with her mum seems to be developed from a constructive stance. I preferred that to the initial soliloquies as it helped dampen too much subjectivity. I sure do hope she picks up enough courage to ask Willow out for Thanksgiving...maybe they could go to that cabin (will it be in the mountains?). I think that would make a lovely read what with the whole parental meeting and communal celebration of a festival thing.

As an end-note, nods in agreement with Rosemary's statement...your creative mood has led to the dissemination of a beautiful chapter. Thank you for that ^^,
Vi

Chapter 22 is ready for posting, but first replies to feedback and a big thank you to all of you who are reading.



hondos - Thank you for your continued readship and kind feedback. You liked the smut then, there's some more for ya in this chapter. Enjoy!

Zampsa1975 - Glad you enjoyed the interaction between Faith and Buffy, and I like fics were Tara's mom is alive and kicking.

wimpy0729 - I'm glad that my version of Faith appeals to you. I always thought that on the show she got a raw deal with the whole bad slayer thing. A little honesty and someone willing to see past the obvious was all she needed in my opinion, so I went that way with her here. And as for Tara's mom, well there's enough angst on the board at the moment (which I love) so I'm going angst free all the way in this one.

nimloth - I like to think of the two relationships working in counterpoint to each other. The W/T aspect certainly explores the emotional concepts and is moving towards the sexual at a slower rate, at the same time the B/F relationship is maturing, and though not so much becoming less sexual it is being tempered somewhat by an emotional leaning. I think my mistake has been not to show Faith's thought process. I feel if i suddenly jump into her head that I'll lose some consistancy in how I've written my story up to now. In the reply to wimpy I've explained my take on Faith so maybe that will help explain some things.

I have to admit that I'm torn between the couples, and that is a big surprise to me as I've said before that B/F doesn't always do it for me, but if pushed the W/T would be the one I'd go for. I love their innocence and the journey of discovery we go on with them.

Thank you for your usual insightful feedback, it always gives me plenty to think about.


Title: Quiet Saturday Morning’s
Author: Paint the Sky
Rating: PG13 – NC-17
Pairing: W/T
Disclaimer: AU. No spoilers whatsoever. Oh, forgot to add that I don’t own any of the characters in BTVS, I’m only playing with them.
Feedback: Yeah, sure, why not.
Summary: Shy, newly gay Willow Rosenberg and her first venture into love with an equally shy blonde.
Note: This is my first attempt at any kind of fiction since I left school many, many moons ago. After a long time reading the fics on this site and others I thought why the hell not, give it a whirl, try it on for size and all that.


Chapter 22


Quiet snores from her bed partner brought Buffy back to consciousness and a glance over at the dark haired sleeping girl gave the blonde a warm feeling.

She thought back to the events of the evening, and in particular to the brunette’s disclosure that she liked her. The way the brunette had interacted with her was so different to what she had expected. The Faith that had been so full-on and insistent in her dorm room had been replaced with a more caring and considerate version. Maybe in her own space there was no need to put on an act. Perhaps on the outside, in the public arena she behaved as people expected so that they wouldn’t get close enough to want to see the other side. Buffy wondered which was the real Faith, but if she honest, she liked both personas.

The brunette had surprised her in the kitchen, taking her against the counter showing her the passion she felt and elevating the attraction the blonde had for her. In the kitchen Buffy had been fucked, but when they had made it to the bedroom the nature of the act changed. Had they made love? Buffy wasn’t entirely sure, but it was more than sex. At times it was tender almost tentative with Faith allowing for Buffy’s inexperience by instructing and encouraging her with kind words that became less needed as the blonde’s confidence grew.

She thrilled at the memory of Faith’s taste, the texture of her skin on her tongue and the feel of her orgasm on her fingers. All so different from what she knew. It was a deeper more intimate experience with Faith, and even if it was something that didn’t last she knew she was a more complete person for it.

Through all of her musings her eyes never left the woman sleeping soundly beside her.

Faith lay on her stomach, her head turned away from Buffy and her bare back exposed where the sheet had slipped down to her waist. Her right arm was curled beneath her, the hand under the pillow, her left lay across Buffy’s stomach the hand on the blonde’s hip.

Buffy closed her eyes and hoped that sleep would claim her again, it was much to early to be awake even if she felt totally alert and ready to face the day.

She moved her own hand over the one at her hip and she smiled as she remembered last night and her fingers rubbed lightly on the back of Faiths hand which tensed and relaxed at the motion.

In response Buffy stroked Faiths hand more allowing her finger-tips to travel past the wrist and along the forearm. Beside her, the brunette stirred and turned her head, a cascade of brown hair fanning out on the pillow and spilling onto her face.

“What time is it?” a sleepy voice asked as brown eyes opened slowly.

“I don’t know, early, very early, sorry I didn’t mean to wake you,” Buffy apologised still stroking the limb resting on her stomach.

“S’ok,” she mumbled and squeezed Buffy’s hip, “why are you awake, early class?”

“No, nothing till the afternoon,” she answered with a yawn.

“Mmm, good, I like my eggs sunny side up and my bacon crisp, breakfast is the least I deserve for all my efforts initiating you in the ways of girl on girl loving,” she laughed turning onto her side and pulling the blonde to her, “my appetite could do with sharpening though.” The sultry look Faith gave left no question as to how she would like to sharpen it.

“Well, you could go for a run or something,” Buffy said with a smile as she tucked Faith’s hair behind an ear so she could see her face more clearly.

“My tongue could go for a run. It could run it up your inner thigh and …umph” Faith didn’t get to finish as Buffy put her hand over her mouth to smother her words.

“You kiss your mother with that mouth?” a cliché, but a reply that elicited a smile from both the sleepy librarian and the blonde.

“I’d rather kiss you with it,” she said as her lips moved closer to Buffy’s.

The blonde responded with a slight nod of her head and allowed the brief distance between them to close. She felt Faith’s lips on hers and a strong arm pulled their naked bodies closer.

Buffy groaned as she felt her body respond again to Faith’s. She could feel heat and wetness building in her core and her nipples tingled as they brushed against the warm skin of her lover. A hand at her shoulder gently urged her onto her back and she complied.

Faith’s weight was now pressed on her, and the heat between her legs intensified as a muscular thigh rested against her sex.

“You still want me to go for a run?” Faith asked as she nipped at Buffy’s throat and pushed her thigh a little harder into the now noticeably aroused blonde.

“Only your tongue” she moaned as the brunette pushed into her again.


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The cheesy sound of Radio Sunnydale woke the redhead from her slumber and with a disgruntled mumble she reached out and hit the snooze button. Dozing off she wished she didn’t have an early class today.

She had worked on her computer project till late and finally found the lines of data that had been causing her problems before heading to bed wondering if Buffy would be coming back or not. Willow had laid awake for a little while yawning and fighting against the sleep that so wanted to overtake her, but when the clocked 1.30am she metaphorically waved a white flag and surrendered her brain and body to the arms of morpheus.

Radio Sunnydale burst back into life in the quiet of the dorm room and Willow reluctantly threw back the covers and got out of bed. She stretched and scratched her head lazily taking in the view of Buffy’s bed, still neatly made and obviously un-slept in.

Willow didn’t know whether to be happy or worried that Buffy hadn’t come home, but contented herself with the promise that regardless of how the blonde would be feeling that she would be there for her no matter what. After all, that’s what best friends were for.

As she moved around the room gathering the things she would need for class her thoughts turned to another blonde. A warm and fuzzy feeling enveloped her as she packed her book bag and sat it at the door ready to go.

Moving back to the bed she sat down and allowed her mind to wander back to the previous afternoon. It had been perfect, everything about it had been perfect. And those kisses’, oh my god, she felt hot just thinking about it. I wanted to make love with her. I wanted to make love because I am in love. I’m in love with Tara Maclay.

She flopped back on the bed and lay staring at the ceiling. “Why can’t it be Thursday,” she whispered to herself, “it’s not fair, Buffy gets to be with Faith, but I can’t have my Tara.” A full blown pout set at her mouth and she folded her arms across her chest. If she had been standing, no doubt she would have stamped her foot as the complete injustice of her situation was realised.

She contemplated ringing Tara but a glance at the clock told her it was much too early for that. At 6.20am it was likely the blonde would still be sleeping unless she had an early class. “Mmm, I could ring anyway, pretend I thought she had an early and apologise for waking her if she doesn’t. Nope, not a good idea, I wouldn’t like someone ringing me at this time if I was sleeping. But, I’m not just someone, I’m her girlfriend and girlfriends should have special privileges like waking their girlfriends at ungodly hours of the morning or night. Why do thay say that, ungodly hours? If you don’t believe in god then all the hours in the day are ungodly, and if he does exist does ungodly hours mean that there is a time when her doesn’t exist? Arg!! If Tara was here she would be kissing me now and shutting up my babbling brain and mouth, and anyway, how the hell can I babble like this at this time of the morning, it’s not normal, and I want my Tara.” The pout disappeared to be replaced by resolve, and even though a tiny voice calling itself better judgement tried to make itself heard Willow needed to hear her girlfriends voice and she went to fetch her cellphone.

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Early morning found Tara awake even though her alarm had not yet gone off. Class-wise she had nothing until 10.30am but she was wide awake, one of the benefits of her early night.

Her sleep had been deep and restful and when she had woke she remembered the dreams she had had of Willow. She stretched out as she turned onto her side and blushed as she remembered the one that had awakened her.

She closed her eyes to recapture the images of her dream. Unlike the picnic in the park when they both pulled back from their passion for each other her dream allowed her subconscious to take their encounter to its conclusion.

An audible moan emerged as she pictured Willow with a slice of mango in her mouth and she gasped when she remembered how the redhead had anointed her mouth and nipples with its sticky juice. She pressed her thighs together as her mind replayed what her girlfriend had done next. She smiled at the dream memory knowing she would never look at a mango again without blushing.

There had been other dreams in the long night. She had dreamt of taking Willow home with her for thanksgiving. That had been a strange one. They had been at the table eating dinner when some Native Americans had knocked on the door and demanded their turkey back. She laughed as she remembered her Mom inviting them in and then starting a painting class. Willow had asked her if this was normal and she had replied that it yes, it happened every year.

She thought about her Mom’s teasing suggestion that she invite her girlfriend for thanksgiving, but she still had some reservations about it all being too much too soon for Willow. It didn’t feel that way for herself. She knew how she felt. She was in love with Willow. It didn’t matter that it had only been a few days since they met. Her heart knew what it wanted and her body and mind were fully on board.

She hated that it was only Tuesday and wished that she hadn’t committed her time to helping Anya at the shop tonight and tomorrow. There was also the matter of her course-work, she had to keep her grades up, her scholarship depended on it, so real life would have to be taken care of first. Thursday would come in its own time, there was nothing she could do change that fact, but oh how she wished it was Thursday already when she let herself think about spending time with Willow.

She snuggled deeper into her bed thinking about her date with the redhead. Holding her yesterday when they had sat against the tree Willow had jokingly asked her if she was wearing her leather trousers again as she thought they would be the perfect outfit for dancing at the Stiff Kitten. She had laughed as Willow then told her she would look too hot in them and she wasn’t so much with the butch if she had to fight off other women because her girlfriend’s hotness in leather attracted too many admirers so maybe she shouldn’t wear them after all. Tara had dismissed the fact that other women would find her hot and then had to listen as Willow described exactly why they would find her hot causing the blonde to blush and the redhead to babble an apology that had been quickly cut off with a kiss.

She loved that Willow made her feel attractive, the redhead’s description of her appearance on Sunday left her in no doubt of the impact she had made on the redhead. She was definitely going to wear the leathers and enjoy the effect she would be having on Willow. Part of her brain told her that it wouldn’t be fair to tease the redhead, and part of her body told her it wasn’t fair to tease herself.

She closed her eyes and imagined dancing with her girl, their bodies pressed together moving sensuously in time to the music, Willow’s hand at her hip, the other just above her leather covered ass. She felt the music, a deep thrumming bass that reverberated on her diaphragm, the rhythm guiding her movements against the redheads. She gave a lazy smile as Willow’s thigh moved against her own an insinuated itself between her legs. She imagined how that would feel, would she have to battle against the urge to press against it or would she just allow her instincts to take over.

Tara turned onto her back and her hand moved downwards to the waistband of her sleep shorts. She hesitated only for a second before wiggling her fingers under the elastic and continuing her journey south.

She moved past the short coarse curls on her mound and as she opened her legs her finger slid along her clit and she moaned Willow’s name as she became aware of just how much her morning musings had turned her on. She dipped her finger into her opening and then pulled back. Her clit twitched as she attended to it, her wet fingertip skating slow circles and figures of eight. Her other hand was busy at the buttons on her pyjama top, opening one after the other until her breasts and stomach were uncovered and accessible to her touch.

In her mind Willow was encouraging her grind against the offered thigh and the dance floor was dark and crowded with couples oblivious to them and the symbolism of their dance. Her hips circled and pushed and the seam of her trousers pressed against her clit, she lifted her hips from the bed and pushed against her own hand. She groaned at the contact but need more. She turned over and pressed herself into the mattress her hips pumping hard into the bed. She felt the slight coarseness of the sheet rub against her hardened nipples, the gentle scratching adding to the whirl of sensations her imaginings were generating.

On the dance floor she pulled Willow to her and felt the smaller girl’s mouth at her throat as she lost herself in the music and the passion.

Her mind was a fog of love and lust and her body responded with every stroke to her clit, her free hand gripped the pillow as she rode against the hand beneath her. She pushed down hard grinding her hips as her breaths shortened catching in her throat as her body readied itself for release.

The dance floor faded from her mind’s eye and she only focused on the redhead as the first ripples of pleasure radiated through her. The scent of her arousal reached her nostrils as the pressure built up within her core and she let go with a soft moan as her orgasm peaked and her wetness spilled out making it impossible to keep friction between her clit and her fingers. She pressed down hard moaning Willow’s name again as she rode out her passion.

Her hips rested peacefully on the bed as her breathing came under control, and the hand at the pillow released its tight grip. Totally relaxed she pulled her hand from her shorts and let it rest under her tummy.

She felt her eye’s getting heavy, and just as she was about to give herself over to her orgasm induced sleep she heard her phone ring.

“Ugh! Go away” she said mumbled into the pillow, but the phone rang on pulling her from her thoughts of slumber.

On the fifth shrill interruption she threw back the covers and stomped to her desk. The sixth was cut off in mid-ring as she snatched the receiver from its cradle.

“Hello” it was short and sharp and held no welcome.

“Oh, hell, I woke you, I’m sorry, I’ll go, but if I just hang up then I’ll have woke you for nothing, not that I’m waking you for something…I’m sorry, I’m a babbling idiot, sorry,” Willow spluttered at the obvious angry tone that greeted her.

Unknown to her Tara’s mouth had widened into a broad smile when she heard her babbled apology and a long look at the bed had raised a blush to her cheeks.

“You didn’t wake me sweetie, why don’t we start again, ok? Hello” the blonde said happily

Tara heard a laugh, “Hello and I’m glad I didn’t wake you...what were you doing at 6.20 in the morning?” Willow was curious now as to why Tara would be up and about.

Tara hesitated trying to come up with a plausible answer, “Tara, you still there?” She shook her head to dispel the images that came back into her mind, “Yes, I’m here, sorry, I spaced out a little. So, sweetie, not that it’s not good to hear your voice, but why the early call, is everything ok?” she asked deflecting the original question.

“Oh, yeah, everything’s cool, um…I don’t know why I’m ringing,” she admitted starting to feel foolish, “well, that’s not true, I do know, but now it seems a stupid reason so maybe I should just hang up and let you get back to what you were doing.”

Tara smiled again taking a quick look at her tangled sheets, and she sat down at her desk, “I’ve finished what I was doing, so why don’t you tell me why rang. I’ll only be distracted and curious all day if you don’t,” she said genuinely, picking up some of Willow’s embarrassment and wanting to put her at ease.

“Well, I wouldn’t want you all distracted and curious on my behalf so that’s the only reason I’m embarrassing myself even further is that Ineededtohearyourvoice,” Willow spoke quickly hoping that Tara wouldn’t think she was a complete dork.

In her whole life Tara had never heard anything as sweet as Willow’s rushed embarrassed admission, and it made her heart skip a beat to know she was the cause of it, “If I slow that down to normal speed then it sounded like ‘I needed to hear your voice’, did you need to hear anything in particular or will random conversation do?”

“Nope, nothing in particular, and just so you know I won’t be making a habit of calling at irregular hours, I feel dorky enough as it is,” she lay back on her bed propped up on her pillow.

“Don’t feel dorky, I’m flattered that you needed to hear my voice, and it’s very nice to hear yours. What’s your plans for today?”

The conversion flowed easily between them, both discussing their plans for the day and offering sympathy when they griped about the amount of assignment and study that interfered with plans for fun.

“My lap-top packed in a while ago and I’ve been submitting work in longhand or having to go the library to type it up,” sighed Tara, her frustration with the situation evident to the redhead.

Willow smiled, “Computers are my thing, maybe I can help,” she looked at her clock and squeaked, “but, I need to get ready for class, um I could swing by and get it on my way if that’s ok with you?”

“Sure, if you don’t mind, I’m not sure what’s wrong with it exactly so don’t worry if you can’t find the problem,” Tara was touched by Willow’s offer and was more than pleased that she would get to see her today no matter how briefly.

“Right, um…gotta go, see you soon, bye Tara,”

“Uh-huh, bye Will,” Tara said.

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Buffy busied herself in the kitchen making breakfast still not believing that Faith was making her cook breakfast. Unfortunately for the librarian Buffy could cook as well as she could drive and when a plate of burnt bacon and runny eggs were placed on the table Faith groaned as she knew there was no way she could eat what had been served up.

She lifted her fork and poked it at the half raw yolks, and felt the extreme crispiness of the bacon resist any attempt to be cut with her knife.

Buffy stood over her and she could feel the blonde’s eyes on her as she tried to cut the bacon again.

“You got a grudge against bacon and eggs B?” she said laughing as she pushed her plate away and lifted her mug, thankful that the blonde could at least brew coffee.

“No, but I could develop one. Stupid eggs, stupid bacon, who’d thunk it could be so hard. Sorry, I could make you some toast or buy you breakfast,” the blonde smiled despite her apology being an honest one.

“Toast would be fine B, make plenty I’m kinda hungry from all that running.”

The blonde headed back to the kitchen with a blush on her cheeks to make the toast, and Faith watched her go and sipped at her coffee. In the kitchen Buffy placed some bread in a four slice toaster and pushed the lever lowering the bread into place. Pouring herself a coffee she turned towards the table and observed the brunette sitting quietly drinking from her mug.

“What?” asked Faith when Buffy had watched her for longer than a few seconds without speaking.

“Nothing, just looking,” Buffy said smiling as Faith stood and headed towards her.

“You can do more than just look you know,” the brunette put her hands on Buffy’s waist and pulled her close.

“I know, but I don’t want to start something I won’t have time to finish,” Buffy said with honesty.

Faith leaned in and kissed her. The kiss was warm and sweet and tinged with coffee essence and lasted just long enough that Buffy knew there was no pressure to continue, “We can finish some other time,” the toaster popped up and with a quick kiss to her cheek Faith let the blonde retrieve breakfast.

“Another time for sure, and Faith, I know it’s not what you want to hear, but thank you for making all of this easy. I know this is a side of you that people don’t get to see, or maybe don’t want to see, but I like it,” she said as she piled the toast on a plate.

She turned and came face to face with the brunette who took the plate from her and pushed her gently back against the counter and proceeded to kiss her again. She heard a crash as the plate missed the counter and fell to the floor as Faith tried to set it down and kiss her at the same time, “Fuck it, B, another time can wait,” she mumbled into the blonde’s lips.
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Willow knocked happily on Tara’s door. By her reckoning she had 10 minutes to spend with her girl before getting to class. She had smiled all the way over to Tara’s dorm and was still smiling as the blonde opened her door.

“Hi,” she sighed taking in the sight of the blonde still in her sleepwear.

“Hi, come in,” Tara welcomed her with a smile.

Willow entered the dorm and was immediately taken with the décor, “Oh, wow, I love your room. It’s so…so…you. It’s perfect,” she gushed still looking around not wanting to miss any detail that would let her know more about her girlfriend.

“Um…thank you,” Tara said shyly and closed the door.

“A double bed, how did you get a double bed, I hate sleeping in a single,” Willow sounded jealous and Tara blushed as the redhead stared intently at the tousled sheets.

“It was here when I moved in, um, so should I get my computer?” the blonde asked hoping to draw Willow’s attention away from her bed.

“Ooh, yes, your computer. I hope I can fix it for you, if not you should come down to the shop, I’m sure Jenny could find something for you,” the redhead was practically bouncing as Tara brought the lap-top to her.

“I’ll look at it this evening and let you know as soon as,” she said taking the machine from her.

She clutched it to her chest and smiled at her girlfriend, “I, um, have to go,” she said sadly staring into Tara’s eyes getting lost in her blue gaze.

Tara nodded in acknowledgement feeling herself drawn to Willow’s lips, she leaned in and the redhead tilted her head slightly to accept the kiss she knew was coming.

Their lips met in a soft crush, and with one hand securely grasping the lap-top Willow’s other hand went to Tara’s hip and pulled her closer. She felt the mouth on hers open more and the blonde’s tongue pushing past her teeth to capture hers. Tara’s arms where around her waist and held her tightly. She felt soft breasts pushing against the back of her hand that held the lap-top and she groaned as she released that only thin cotton separated her skin from Tara’s.

At that same moment the heat of Willow’s hand at her breasts acted as a wake up call to the blonde and she reluctantly ended the kiss and pulled away. She couldn’t fail to notice the flush on Willow’s cheeks and she knew that her own features would show the same the same response.

“I really do have to go, I’ll call you later about the lap-top,” the redhead said as she walked to the door. Opening it she turned to the blonde and said a quiet goodbye.

When the door had closed Tara threw herself onto the bed and wondered how the hell she would be able too resist her desire for the redhead much longer.

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Mushy brains dibs!

I'm all tapped out words-wise, so I hope my simply stating that I adore this wonderfully fluffy and lovey fic will suffice. Faith and B make little erotic earthquakes sway about in my tummy, and Willow and Tara leave my chest heaving and eyes smiling. Your little story that could, totally does.

Yay for another great update-y goodness...

It's good that Faith let Buffy see her softer side and Buffy to accept both sides of Faith...

Good that Willow found an excuse to visit Tara and get her Tara smoochies

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Hi PTS

I have to tell you ,this update? It was just awsome.The combination the two things that I love more than anything in a fic humor and smut.
It was fantastic.


I loved this bit here.I could just so totally see Willow doing this and it cracked me up for some reason.Well actually not some reason I guess,The reason was that it was funny.LOL



Wonderful here.This was hysterical.I love the Willow babble like this.Sometimes people get carried away with it in fics but you seem to end it at just the right time before it goes from funny to annoying .Very , very funny.


Again I laughed out loud.I saw this in my head and the visual stayed with me for a while and I found myself laughing at it well after I finished the update.The image of a ...group of full blown ,full on body and headdress NA just struck me as so funny .I loved it.

And then of course there is the next thing I love best and that would be the naughty LOL

Faith and Buffy seem to be quite the machines as Buffy would say.

She can't cook in the kitchen but she seems to be the Julia Child of if while cooking in the bedroom.

And poor little horny Tara. Cant say as I blame her though.I would do the same if it were me.LOL

nyway, I really , really loved this update.Cant wait for the next..

Rosemary

Aaawwessssome update!

It was interesting how you alternated between both couples, thus emphasizing some of the differences and similarities between them.

Hey there. Thanks for another lovely update. I love the fluff. I think it's balancing the angst on the board very nicely.

I'm still loving the Buffy/Faith relationship. It's so sweet and hot. Faith taking her tongue for a run cracked me up and gave me funny feelings "down there", ya know. I liked how Buffy thanked Faith for helping her cross over to the sapphic side. I hope things keep going well for them.

Now, the W/T dreams were nice, hot and funny. The Native Americans reminded me of the ep Pangs when the Chumash warriors showed up and Buffy "made a bear". That still cracks me up. Anyway, Tara's dream and self pleasuring was mmm-yummy. Hopefully Willow will get to help her take care of those needs soon.

More soon please!


Wimpy

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