Great update-y goodness... So Willow also has a naughty mind and a date naked snugglies soon I hope that Buffy's and Faith's date also leads to naked snugglies...

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OMG You gave us more naughty stuff, and so soon even. You're spoiling us lovers of erotic fic (aka smutaholics).

Of course, you know I loved Willow's dream. Oh, the excitement of sneaking away with a hot woman you don't really know, just letting your hormones lead the way and letting your lust monster run free. Do whatever you want, no inhibitions at all. Not that I've ever thought about it much.

It sucks though that Willow has to work and can't meet Tara at the library, so she's sending Buffy again? And I can't wait to see their plan for Faith at the Bronze and what wackiness or smuttiness will ensue.

More soon please.


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"There was plenty of magic." ~~ Tara

Happy New Year to you all. I've got an unexpected day off work as we got some snow last night and the buses were'nt running this morning, so this little kitten skeddadled back home after freezing my ass off for 30 mins at the bus stop. So, I'm posting Chapter 12 for you in celebration of my very unexpected day off.

katjetson: I hope your brain has firmed up again after the mushing, this is a smut free chapter so you're safe with this one.


Zampsa1975: You're quite the smut monkey, huh? Our girls will get naked at some point, but for now, clothes are firmly staying on.

wimpy0729:

Neither have I

Title: Quiet Saturday Morning’s
Author: Paint the Sky
Rating: R. One use of the f-word.
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 12

In her doom room at the University of Sunnydale Tara sat at her desk finishing up her essay for English Lit. It was 6pm, and she was yet to get ready for her night out with Anya. Her shop owing friend had been insistent that she wear the new leather jeans and the tight dark blue top. As much as she liked the leathers Tara felt self-conscious about the figure hugging aspects of her ensemble. She remembered Anya’s comment about her ass in the jeans and although she had been embarrassed she was also mildly pleased.

Tara looked at the last sentence she had written and set down her pen. She wished she could afford a new laptop. Her old one had given up the ghost a month back, and her scholarship didn’t stretch to buying a new one. Closing her folder she rubbed her aching fingers and headed to the showers to freshen up.

Entering the room she had very vivid memories of earlier that day. She glanced over to the shower cubicle where she had been that morning and felt a rosy glow rise in her cheeks. She shook her head to dismiss the visuals she was conjuring and went about her business.

She took a quick shower, this time pushing thoughts of the redhead firmly to the side except for pondering what the outcome of her answer phone message could be.

She had almost rung Willow’s number again, but decided that in this case discretion really was the better part of valour. Tomorrow, hopefully, her quest would be complete, but only if Willow was the redhead she was searching for.

She went to the sink area and brushed her teeth. The mirrors on the wall behind them showed her refection, and she examined it objectively. Her long blonde hair looked dull as it hung wetly over her shoulders, but she knew when dry it brightened and shone. She looked into her own eyes, they were a nice shade of blue, she admitted. Her nose suited her face, straight and well formed, it set nicely above an expressive mouth. Her lips were soft and full and when she smiled they exposed white even teeth. If she was totally honest with herself she would say she was an attractive woman, but as she finished her assessment her only comment was ‘not bad’.

She returned to her room and dumped the wet towel in the laundry basket with her other washing, and went to her wardrobe to retrieve the items she had bought at the mall.

She laid them on the bed and did a swift check to ensure she had removed any labels or price tags.

Looking in her underwear draw she spied the bra and pants set Anya had insisted she get. They were a matching dark blue satin, with lace and small bows. The bra had fitted her perfectly, accentuating her curves and pushing up her breasts to form a cleavage you could get lost in. Definitely something for another time she thought as she selected something less fancy.

She dressed slowly, pulling up the tight leather pants over smooth legs, then the dark blue top which fitted snugly over her torso. A pair of low-heeled boots completed her outfit.

Although Tara didn’t normally wear much make-up, she promised Anya that she would ‘pretty herself up’ as her friend had so politely put it.

Looking at herself again in a mirror, Tara quickly applied eyeshadow, a little mascara, blusher and lipstick.

All the while the black and white kitten had watched with interest from her basket in the corner, “Well, kitty, what do you think? Is Mommy pretty enough for the Bronze?”

The kitten yawned, stood, stretched and turned her back on Tara settling back down for sleep.

“Oh, great, thank you” she laughed, “I hope that’s not an omen.”

Anya announced her arrival with a loud knock on the door.

“Come in” Tara called.

The door opened and Anya gave a loud whistle, “Wow! Look at you! You’ll have to beat them off with a stick tonight. Turn around, let me see how you look from the back” Anya instructed. Tara did as she was asked, “Woah, baby! And I thought your ass looked good in denim. You are hot stuff Missy!”

Tara blushed once again under her friends’ scrutiny, “Um…thanks, I think…can we go now?”

“Yes, lets go, I hear there are hot men at the Bronze. I myself have never seen them, but I live in hope” chirped the optimistic shopkeeper.

The Bronze wasn’t exactly in the best area of town, but that didn’t seem to affect its popularity thought Tara as she looked at the queue for door, and at the number of people generally milling around.

Even outside she could hear the thump of the bass, and despite her earlier reluctance now found herself looking forward to the evening.

Reaching the head of the queue they paid their admittance money, and to Tara’s complete embarrassment her frugal friend had asked if there were no hot men inside would she get a refund.

“Did you have to say that?” asked a still red faced Tara as they pushed their way to the bar.

“Oh, you worry too much Tara, now what are you having?” replied an unconcerned Anya.

Tara said that she would prefer not to drink any alcohol reminding Anya of her early start the next morning.

Buying a Coke for Tara and a Sex on the Beach for herself, she told Tara to look around for a table.

Pushing through the crowd they found a table near the dance floor and took their seats.

Tara watched the dance floor with interest. She wasn’t much for dancing, never having had much practise back home apart from church socials, and, as she observed this wasn’t the kind of dancing usually seen at the church social. Bodies moved against each other bumping and grinding in time to the music. She was surprised to see that not all the couples were boy girl. Here and there two girls would be dancing in a similar manner. She wondered if it was just girls dancing or if it was girlfriends dancing. When one of the dancers slowly ran her hand over her partners’ ass at least one question was answered.

“So, Tara, what do you think of the Bronze?” shouted Anya above the music.

“Its noisy, good music, yeah” she said looking again at the girls dancing, “I could like it here.”

“Good”, said Anya, “So, are we gonna dance? Show you off in your new finery?”

The blonde looked at her friend. She couldn’t have been more shocked if Anya had asked her to go to the moon. She looked again to the dance floor. “Maybe later” she said feeling like a coward and thinking that a little dutch courage might be needed.

“Why don’t I go to the bar and get us two of what you’re having and then we’ll reconsider the dancing thing” she suggested.

“That’s more like it Missy, gotta get value for our admittance money” enthused Anya.

Tara pushed through the crowd again and reached the bar which ran the length of the Bronze. Leaning on the counter she looked along it in both directions, thinking there was a lot of thirsty people judging by the amount of customers waiting for the attention of the bar staff, and one of them was Faith.

Faith noticed her and moved along side “Hey T, what brings you here, a hot date with a hot someone?”

“Um…Hi…no date, just with a friend on a night out” she explained, not really sure how to make conversion with the intimidating brunette.

“Oh, well, you never know, you could meet the girl of your dreams here, never say never” she said knowingly.

She stood watching as more and more people entered the club, and as she looked away from the door to check on the progress of the bartender nearest to her she saw a flash of red. She quickly looked back and seen the girl she had spent the last two days tracking down heading toward the back of the club with a small blonde who she was pretty sure had been the one that had almost knocked her flying the day before.

“Hey, there’s my date, better late than never, eh T?” she said and moved quickly in the same direction as the blonde and the redhead.

Tara felt the room get smaller as she focused her attention on the newcomers, and the following Faith. She saw as the librarian caught up with them and threw her arm around the redhead and put her mouth to the taller girls’ ear.

She couldn’t move, couldn’t think, almost couldn’t breath. She gripped the bar top tightly, and slid up and on to the nearest stool. She needed to think.

Suddenly a figure loomed in front of her. It was the bartender “What can I get you?” he shouted over the commotion.

“The redhead” Tara said confusedly as the bartender strained to hear, she spoke again “Um…, sorry, two Sex on the Beach please.”

Tara found herself back at Anya’s side with the drinks and not really remembering how she got there. She placed one drink on the table, and the other was half consumed in two gulps as she stayed standing surveying the crowd hoping to see Faith, the redhead or the blonde. As she turned through 360 degrees she felt a tug at her wrist.

“Tara, what’s wrong? Are you ok, you look like you’ve seen a ghost?” a clearly worried Anya asked in loud voice.

Tara told Anya what had happened. Was it possible that Faith was dating her redhead? Tara was thrown. She hadn’t considered the possibility that the girl in the library might have been seeing someone. Tara finished her drink with a long swallow.

“Tara, calm down. All we have to do is find them, or let them find us” she simply stated. “Come dance with me, its one sure way to get noticed and to notice others.”

Tara considered her friends statement as she reached over and lifted Anya’s drink. Taking half of it down in two mouthfuls she stood and held out her other hand to her friend.

“Fuck it… let’s do it” she said swallowing the rest of Anya’s drink, the quickly imbibed alcohol giving her courage and the vocabulary of a sailor.

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

Happy New Year to you all. I've got an unexpected day off work as we got some snow last night and the buses were'nt running this morning, so this little kitten skeddadled back home after freezing my ass off for 30 mins at the bus stop. So, I'm posting Chapter 12 for you in celebration of my very unexpected day off.

katjetson: I hope your brain has firmed up again after the mushing, this is a smut free chapter so you're safe with this one.


Zampsa1975: You're quite the smut monkey, huh? Our girls will get naked at some point, but for now, clothes are firmly staying on.

wimpy0729:

Neither have I

Title: Quiet Saturday Morning’s
Author: Paint the Sky
Rating: R. One use of the f-word.
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 12

In her doom room at the University of Sunnydale Tara sat at her desk finishing up her essay for English Lit. It was 6pm, and she was yet to get ready for her night out with Anya. Her shop owing friend had been insistent that she wear the new leather jeans and the tight dark blue top. As much as she liked the leathers Tara felt self-conscious about the figure hugging aspects of her ensemble. She remembered Anya’s comment about her ass in the jeans and although she had been embarrassed she was also mildly pleased.

Tara looked at the last sentence she had written and set down her pen. She wished she could afford a new laptop. Her old one had given up the ghost a month back, and her scholarship didn’t stretch to buying a new one. Closing her folder she rubbed her aching fingers and headed to the showers to freshen up.

Entering the room she had very vivid memories of earlier that day. She glanced over to the shower cubicle where she had been that morning and felt a rosy glow rise in her cheeks. She shook her head to dismiss the visuals she was conjuring and went about her business.

She took a quick shower, this time pushing thoughts of the redhead firmly to the side except for pondering what the outcome of her answer phone message could be.

She had almost rung Willow’s number again, but decided that in this case discretion really was the better part of valour. Tomorrow, hopefully, her quest would be complete, but only if Willow was the redhead she was searching for.

She went to the sink area and brushed her teeth. The mirrors on the wall behind them showed her refection, and she examined it objectively. Her long blonde hair looked dull as it hung wetly over her shoulders, but she knew when dry it brightened and shone. She looked into her own eyes, they were a nice shade of blue, she admitted. Her nose suited her face, straight and well formed, it set nicely above an expressive mouth. Her lips were soft and full and when she smiled they exposed white even teeth. If she was totally honest with herself she would say she was an attractive woman, but as she finished her assessment her only comment was ‘not bad’.

She returned to her room and dumped the wet towel in the laundry basket with her other washing, and went to her wardrobe to retrieve the items she had bought at the mall.

She laid them on the bed and did a swift check to ensure she had removed any labels or price tags.

Looking in her underwear draw she spied the bra and pants set Anya had insisted she get. They were a matching dark blue satin, with lace and small bows. The bra had fitted her perfectly, accentuating her curves and pushing up her breasts to form a cleavage you could get lost in. Definitely something for another time she thought as she selected something less fancy.

She dressed slowly, pulling up the tight leather pants over smooth legs, then the dark blue top which fitted snugly over her torso. A pair of low-heeled boots completed her outfit.

Although Tara didn’t normally wear much make-up, she promised Anya that she would ‘pretty herself up’ as her friend had so politely put it.

Looking at herself again in a mirror, Tara quickly applied eyeshadow, a little mascara, blusher and lipstick.

All the while the black and white kitten had watched with interest from her basket in the corner, “Well, kitty, what do you think? Is Mommy pretty enough for the Bronze?”

The kitten yawned, stood, stretched and turned her back on Tara settling back down for sleep.

“Oh, great, thank you” she laughed, “I hope that’s not an omen.”

Anya announced her arrival with a loud knock on the door.

“Come in” Tara called.

The door opened and Anya gave a loud whistle, “Wow! Look at you! You’ll have to beat them off with a stick tonight. Turn around, let me see how you look from the back” Anya instructed. Tara did as she was asked, “Woah, baby! And I thought your ass looked good in denim. You are hot stuff Missy!”

Tara blushed once again under her friends’ scrutiny, “Um…thanks, I think…can we go now?”

“Yes, lets go, I hear there are hot men at the Bronze. I myself have never seen them, but I live in hope” chirped the optimistic shopkeeper.

The Bronze wasn’t exactly in the best area of town, but that didn’t seem to affect its popularity thought Tara as she looked at the queue for door, and at the number of people generally milling around.

Even outside she could hear the thump of the bass, and despite her earlier reluctance now found herself looking forward to the evening.

Reaching the head of the queue they paid their admittance money, and to Tara’s complete embarrassment her frugal friend had asked if there were no hot men inside would she get a refund.

“Did you have to say that?” asked a still red faced Tara as they pushed their way to the bar.

“Oh, you worry too much Tara, now what are you having?” replied an unconcerned Anya.

Tara said that she would prefer not to drink any alcohol reminding Anya of her early start the next morning.

Buying a Coke for Tara and a Sex on the Beach for herself, she told Tara to look around for a table.

Pushing through the crowd they found a table near the dance floor and took their seats.

Tara watched the dance floor with interest. She wasn’t much for dancing, never having had much practise back home apart from church socials, and, as she observed this wasn’t the kind of dancing usually seen at the church social. Bodies moved against each other bumping and grinding in time to the music. She was surprised to see that not all the couples were boy girl. Here and there two girls would be dancing in a similar manner. She wondered if it was just girls dancing or if it was girlfriends dancing. When one of the dancers slowly ran her hand over her partners’ ass at least one question was answered.

“So, Tara, what do you think of the Bronze?” shouted Anya above the music.

“Its noisy, good music, yeah” she said looking again at the girls dancing, “I could like it here.”

“Good”, said Anya, “So, are we gonna dance? Show you off in your new finery?”

The blonde looked at her friend. She couldn’t have been more shocked if Anya had asked her to go to the moon. She looked again to the dance floor. “Maybe later” she said feeling like a coward and thinking that a little dutch courage might be needed.

“Why don’t I go to the bar and get us two of what you’re having and then we’ll reconsider the dancing thing” she suggested.

“That’s more like it Missy, gotta get value for our admittance money” enthused Anya.

Tara pushed through the crowd again and reached the bar which ran the length of the Bronze. Leaning on the counter she looked along it in both directions, thinking there was a lot of thirsty people judging by the amount of customers waiting for the attention of the bar staff, and one of them was Faith.

Faith noticed her and moved along side “Hey T, what brings you here, a hot date with a hot someone?”

“Um…Hi…no date, just with a friend on a night out” she explained, not really sure how to make conversion with the intimidating brunette.

“Oh, well, you never know, you could meet the girl of your dreams here, never say never” she said knowingly.

She stood watching as more and more people entered the club, and as she looked away from the door to check on the progress of the bartender nearest to her she saw a flash of red. She quickly looked back and seen the girl she had spent the last two days tracking down heading toward the back of the club with a small blonde who she was pretty sure had been the one that had almost knocked her flying the day before.

“Hey, there’s my date, better late than never, eh T?” she said and moved quickly in the same direction as the blonde and the redhead.

Tara felt the room get smaller as she focused her attention on the newcomers, and the following Faith. She saw as the librarian caught up with them and threw her arm around the redhead and put her mouth to the taller girls’ ear.

She couldn’t move, couldn’t think, almost couldn’t breath. She gripped the bar top tightly, and slid up and on to the nearest stool. She needed to think.

Suddenly a figure loomed in front of her. It was the bartender “What can I get you?” he shouted over the commotion.

“The redhead” Tara said confusedly as the bartender strained to hear, she spoke again “Um…, sorry, two Sex on the Beach please.”

Tara found herself back at Anya’s side with the drinks and not really remembering how she got there. She placed one drink on the table, and the other was half consumed in two gulps as she stayed standing surveying the crowd hoping to see Faith, the redhead or the blonde. As she turned through 360 degrees she felt a tug at her wrist.

“Tara, what’s wrong? Are you ok, you look like you’ve seen a ghost?” a clearly worried Anya asked in loud voice.

Tara told Anya what had happened. Was it possible that Faith was dating her redhead? Tara was thrown. She hadn’t considered the possibility that the girl in the library might have been seeing someone. Tara finished her drink with a long swallow.

“Tara, calm down. All we have to do is find them, or let them find us” she simply stated. “Come dance with me, its one sure way to get noticed and to notice others.”

Tara considered her friends statement as she reached over and lifted Anya’s drink. Taking half of it down in two mouthfuls she stood and held out her other hand to her friend.

“Fuck it… let’s do it” she said swallowing the rest of Anya’s drink, the quickly imbibed alcohol giving her courage and the vocabulary of a sailor.

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

Really good update-y goodness... I hope that Willow sees Tara on the dance floor and ask Tara to dance with her... would be good...

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Ah... A little liquid propulsion always does the job of helping one "get noticed." Let's see how this plays out. It'd be such a shame if the wondrous ass of Tara-in-leather went to -- not so much waste as not put to good enough use -- on Anya. Please allow Willow to partake in such pleasure. Thanks.

I have use liquid courage a time are to myself so GO TARA!!! good update

Oh this is getting good. I know Buffy had a plan for Faith, but it wouldn't surprise me to see Faith have a little plan of her own. So many possibilities here. I'm anxiously awaiting a nice little dance from a certain leather clad blonde, and I don't mean Buffy. I have a feeling she'll be getting some attention for sure, and hopefully from a certain redhead. Can I put in a request for some sweaty grindage. I mean dancing, of course.


Wimpy

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"There was plenty of magic." ~~ Tara

The narrative style you've adopted is quite humorous =). It made for especially laughable matter to have Buffy being blackmailed into a date by Faith. I’m liking it.

Hey all, replies then Chapter 13.

Zampsa1975: on the way, but not this chapter.

katjetson: the leather does not go un-noticed.

whatmakesyouhappy: Ah! Good old liquid courage, it never fails!

wimpy0729: Faith does not disappoint, and grindage with our girls, soon!

nimloth: Glad you're liking things, Faith is a very naughty libraian, but would we have her any other way?



Title: Quiet Saturday Morning’s
Author: Paint the Sky
Rating: PG-13
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 13

At 214 Stevenson, a very nervous redhead stood in front of a full length mirror wearing an outfit chosen by her crazy room mate.

Buffy, dressed in dark red leather pants and a white tight fitting vest, moved busily around the room looking for her wallet and keys. She stopped as she realised Willow was still at the mirror obsessing over her own reflection.

Willow looked at herself with disbelief. Buffy had put her into skin tight black jeans and a black vest which bore the sequinned legend, ‘Ask me, I might’. Crossing her arms protectively across her chest she told Buffy she wasn’t sure she could go through with things.

Buffy moved to stand behind her at the mirror, and put her chin on her reluctant friend’s shoulder. She took Willow’s arms, gently pinning them to her sides and gave the redhead her best pout.

“Willow, my usually fuzzy jumpered friend, you look hot. H.O.T! Trust me, just get comfortable with the clothes and the rest will follow. Sexy is as sexy dresses” she said in her best Forrest Gump.

She had allowed Buffy complete control over wardrobe, hair, make-up, and accessories, and, as a result the Willow in the mirror looked alien to her. She studied herself, ‘If I saw myself in a bar, would I want to go out with me?’ she was amused by the thought as she again looked at her outfit. The clothes certainly complimented her slim figure, though the lack of a bra totally unnerved her, and the chunky leather strap on her wrist felt heavy.

Buffy had assured her in a sincere tone that she was bordering on butch, but still retained her femininity. Willow had given her friend a narrowed eyed look at that comment, with a raised eyebrow thrown in for good measure. There was definitely more discussion needed about the depth of Buffy’s curiosity Willow had decided at the time.

“Whatcha thinking Willow? I know that look, don’t let it get so busy up there” Buffy said touching her finger to her friend’s temple.

Willow smiled back at the blonde who knew her so well and said “Ok. What I was thinking was if I saw myself, like this, in a club” indicating her reflection, “would I want to go out with me?”

“And what answer did you give?” Buffy asked, genuinely interested.

Willow gave a smile, then laughed that the answer was yes.

“That’s my Willow” she said squeezing the redhead, “Now, get what you need and lets go. We’re already late for our big date”

The girls arrived at the Bronze around 8.30pm. Both Buffy and Willow wondered if Faith would still be there. Neither considered her the patient type, it was possible that all the planning would be for naught if the bird had flown the coop.

Entering the crowded club, and making for the back of the room, they briefly scanned the bar and dance floor looking for the librarian. There were so many people that reconnaissance, as Buffy had called it, was practically impossible.

“Let’s find a table first” Willow suggested loudly. Buffy nodded, and they pushed on.

An arm arrived over Willow’s shoulder and a mouth said loudly in her ear “What are you doing with my date, Red? I’m not the sharing kind”

Willow stopped moving and her right arm cut across Buffy who stopped too.

Willow turned, now face to face with Faith, who was looking at her with an expectant smile, Buffy moved to her friend’s side and put an arm around her waist.

“Oh! Hey Faith” she said loud enough to be heard, “I thought it would be fun to tag along, you won’t mind if I join in, will ya?”

“Two for the price of one” Buffy offered in an equally loud voice.

Faith looked at them both, puzzled by what was going on, but deciding to play along, “Whatever floats your boats girlies. Not like it would be the first time for me” she said as she moved away towards a table that had just been vacated.

Buffy looked at Willow and could see that the redhead was no longer quite so strongly behind the idea of messing with Faith.

“Come on, Willow, don’t run at the first hurdle. I’m sure Faith’s all bluff, I bet there’s really a sweet girl under all that cleavage” Buffy said in peppy encouraging tones.

“Buffy, are you completely mental, this is Faith, she’s gonna play us like fish on a hook. We’ll get in deeper and deeper, who knows where this could end” a panicking redhead said with agitation.

They looked over to where the object of their discussion sat, Faith had been watching them, and Willow noted the smirk on the brunettes face. This crazy plan of Buffy’s wasn’t going to pan out they way the blonde had said.

Faith’s sexual aggression was a classic cover-up that hid a normally shy exterior Buffy had said with all the knowledge of a Pysch 101 newbie. Faced with equally aggressive behaviour Faith’s façade would crumble and the lion would become a lamb, she had said, but now, Willow observed, the lamb was definitely a lion and she was licking her lips and looking at them like they were dinner. Buffy took her hand and led her to the table.

“Thought you gals had changed your minds” taunted Faith with a knowing smile, “so, what’s the plan for tonight, Red?” she continued casting an interested eye on the nervous girls t-shirt.

Willow smiled, “Well that’s up to you now isn’t it?” she said with mock bravery, Buffy squeezing her knee to urge her on, “You have information we need, the rest is just negotiation”. ‘Oh! God! I’m not sure that even made sense’ she thought as Buffy squeezed harder.

“Negotiating? Is that what we’re doing? Sounds like thirsty work Red. Think we’re gonna need a drink to oil the pipes if all we’re gonna do is yak. Can’t you think of anything better to do with your mouth?” she said seductively leaning forward right into Willow’s face.

“Hey Faith” Buffy spoke for the first time, “Thought I was your date? What ya flirting with her for?” sounding a bit put out. ‘Do I want to be her date?’

Faith turned her head and raised a curious eyebrow at the blonde. “You jealous, B? You want little ole me all for yourself? Although” she paused and looked directly at Willow “I think this little firecracker here might be more my type” Willow’s eyes widened with fear, and her face reddened as the teasing brunette continued saying “Tell me Red,” pausing to run her tongue over her Harlot coloured lips, “ still surfing the net for lesbian porn?”

As Faith sat back in satisfaction, Willow stood up and said in the most indignant tone she could muster “It wasn’t lesbian porn, it was erotic fiction, and it was research for a paper I was writing”

Buffy looked at her friend not knowing what to say or do to salvage the situation, Faith on the other hand was bent double, her body shaking with laughter at the redhead’s reaction.

Willow looked down at Buffy who now realised the jig was most definitely up, the blonde smiled at her apologetically and motioned for her to sit back down.

As Willow sat, Faith looked up to see both girls glaring at her, she straightened and pushed her seat away from the table, “Sorry Red, couldn’t resist. Let me get you both a drink, what’s your poison?”

Buffy answered for both of them “Beer, and Faith, game over, ok?” she tipped her head toward her friend.

“Sure, B, sorry” she said in a voice that Buffy was sure was genuine.

When Faith had left, Buffy moved her seat closer to the now quiet and obviously embarrassed Willow. Placing a consoling arm across her friend’s sagging shoulders she lightly rubbed her back and said, “Sorry Willow, really” her friend gave a small smile and a nod of acceptance, “I told Faith that it was game over, so we’ll have one drink and go home lick our wounds, yeah?”

“Do you want to stay Buffy? Be honest!” asked Willow, who had seen something in her friend’s face when Faith had mentioned jealousy.

Buffy looked away, back in the direction of the bar, and turning back looked at Willow’s open face and quietly admitted “Yes. I’d like to stay. Oh my god Willow, I really would.”

Willow’s demeanour completely changed and a wide smile brightened her previously downcast features. She turned in her seat and gave Buffy a reassuring hug.

“Ok, let’s see if we can tame Faith with the truth then” resolve face in place.

Buffy was sure it just wasn’t curiosity that made her want to stay. Faith sparked something in her. She couldn’t deny that thought, although frustration and anger came along for the ride. Messing with Faith had been an exercise in futility, and she smiled at how wrong it had all gone, and so quick. Faith had turned the tables on them so easily, she knew the game, and could play it better. Would she be crazy to want something with the brunette? It wouldn’t be an easy ride, white-knuckle more than likely, Buffy mused.

Buffy looked back again and saw Faith moving gracefully through the throng, side-stepping with a sway of her hips. She was hot, Buffy conceded. Rich brown hair that framed a beautiful face. Deep chocolate brown eyes fringed with thick lashes, and her mouth, oh god, that mouth. Soft full lips that made Buffy wonder how they would feel against her own.

She shook her head to dispel the images that were about to surface, and turned back to Willow and gave her a small smile.

The now more confident redhead could feel Buffy’s nervousness as Faith returned with three beers, and took it upon herself to explain the situation to her.

Faith sat down and offered a beer to both girls, Willow’s was accompanied by an apology. The redhead accepted both with a friendly smile.

“Faith, we’re sorry too.” Willow began.

Willow told Faith about why Buffy had agreed to go on the date, even if it was blackmail and very unfair, that the name of the girl with the book was for her, not Buffy. She explained that they were only getting their own back because the blonde had left a message on their machine, and that tomorrow Buffy was to meet her on her behalf.

Faith looked at them both and took a drink of her beer, “Yeah, well, the date thing, it seemed like a good way to get to know ya, B, ya looked so cute all of a rush and outta breath, and Red, the girl with the book, her name is Tara Maclay” she said with unaccustomed honesty, after a pause, she added, “Red, one other thing…your girl’s here…she’s dancing with a friend as we speak…”

“What? She’s here? Where? Where is she?” her head almost going through a full circle her neck stretching to see above all the other bodies in the room.

Willow bounced up again to her feet and scanned the dance floor repeatedly so she didn’t see Buffy move her hand over Faiths and give a gentle squeeze and mouth a thank you to the brunette.

“Buffy! Faith!” the excited redhead squeaked and pointed to the middle of the floor, “There she is, look over there, dancing with a brown haired girl. It’s Tara,” saying the girls name for the first time, and she felt her heart racing at the sound, “and, wow, look at her ass in leather!”

Getting no response from the girls at the table she turned round and saw Buffy holding Faiths hand. She looked from one girl to the other and felt a warm glow in her tummy at how they were looking at each other. Buffy was smiling shyly at the brunette, and Faith, well Faith looked like the cat that got the cream. Buffy was going to have her hands full with this one, thought Willow as she waved her hand between their faces.

“Guys, guys, snap out of it. Tara, leather, dance floor, let’s go!” she was impatient now.

Buffy and Faith jumped apart at the sharp sound and stood up, the blonde being the more flustered.

“Sorry Willow kinda spaced there for awhile” Buffy blushed.

“Yeah, me too Red. Let’s go get our groove on” said Faith as she took Willow’s hand with one of her own, and grabbed Buffy’s with the other.

Heading to the dance floor, Willow’s eyes watched every move Tara made. She mapped the blonde’s body, loving how the dark blue shirt clung to her curves as she moved and gyrated with her dance partner.

Faith looked at Willow and smirked, her full red lips turning up and opening up into a wide smile as she leaned toward Buffy and said “Red’s got it bad, huh?”

Buffy nodded, “Yeah, she has” she said looking at her love-struck friend.

Faith pushed onward towing her cargo and they came to a stop beside the blonde and her dancing friend. Letting go of the hands she held, she put one on the shoulder of the blonde and slowly turned her to face an open mouthed redhead.

“Tara Maclay, meet Willow Rosenberg” she said using the redheads full name for the first and possibly last time, “and, Red, meet T.”

Blonde and Red stood still. The music faded, and as green eyes stared into blue, two faces broke into radiant smiles.

Observing the non-active girls Faith shook her head and said to whoever could hear “Jeez! Talk about your clichés”, and giving the static redhead a shove continued “Willow! Ask her to dance”

Willow felt the world move in at Faiths push, and heard a voice above the din crying out “Tara! Tara! Help me! I’m being kidnapped by lesbian white slavers. I could be in Morocco by morning! ” Looking behind, she saw Faith and Buffy dragging away Tara’s friend.

Tara, too had become animated when she heard Anya’s protestations. They looked at each other again and laughed.

“Um…they’re not really white slavers…just my friends” Willow explained to her, “I’m sure she’ll be ok…well, with Buffy anyway” she added having her doubts about Faith.

“You’re friends with Faith?” she asked “Not dating her?” she queried further.

“Dating her? Oh, god no! To tell you the truth she scares the shit out of me, that lesbian porn thing was just…sorry, flashback… but friends…I am now” she said looking into blue eyes again and silently thanking Faith for what she had done.

Tara looked at her with amusement, “Lesbian porn thing…?” she asked teasingly.

“Oh! Oh! No…damn you Faith! It’s a long story, a long and now doubly embarrassing story” a flustered redhead said.

Tara put her hand on Willow’s arm to let her know it was ok, “I’m teasing, sorry, why don’t you tell me about it over a drink, knowing Faith I’m sure she made it seem worse than what it was.”

The blondes touch had a calming effect on the redhead, and looking down she saw long slender fingers and watched the blondes thumb move lazily back and forth in a comforting motion. She looked up and smiled, “Yeah. I’d like that” she said taking the hand from her arm and holding it lightly, “let’s get a drink and sit.”

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Great update-y goodness... Now they know each others names... drinking and dancing and maybe even ...

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YAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH They finally meet!!!! Go Willow and Tara and Faith and buffy too

I can't believe I missed all these updates
I'm bad pwease forgive me
I kinda remembered this fic but not the name I'm terrible
anyway let's do the coffee food & history thing!!!!

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Wow, that really worked out well. I think their plans were a great success. Seems Buffy has seen the light and crossed the fence for our team, but it's Faith, so I can't say as I blame her.

And now, finally, they meet, for real, and with the name knowing and everything. Now I'm really excited to see what happens next. Oh, and you promised grindage, so is it like soon? Or maybe, they can find a nice secluded spot, and like pretend they don't know each other's name.


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I read these fics with Faith and I continuously wonder how a Faith TV spin-off never happened. I seem to recall one being offered to Eliza, but she turned it down for Tru Calling? God, why? How fun would it have been to have fleshed out that character every week for an hour? Perhaps, though, with the way the Kitten Board fics portray her, it would've been better suited for Cinemax After Dark?

But, on to your specific fic... all this leather and dancing and drinking, it's all so yummy and I don't see how at least one of our couples aren't going home without being thrown against a wall and thoroughly ravished. I summon the gods to make that so. Or, you know, in this case, you!

This is so simple, but I loved to read Willow saying "It's Tara." It was just so adorable. She's wanted her name for what's seemed like an eternity, and I could feel the joy she felt saying it for the first time. Thanks for building up to that sweet moment.

And to Tara I say, "Ask Willow, she might." ...

Updat-ey goodness xD.
That's a cute way of portraying the vividness of love inherent in the Willow/Tara relationship. Grindage (especially emotional?) on the way I pray .
Katjetson, I agree with you that it would have been an interesting concept to explore. Thankfully, fan fiction does allow us to have a myriad of personal views on how all these characters could have been further exploited.

I have chapter 14 ready for you all. Thank you all for your feedback and good to know you're still reading.


Zampsa1975: Kissagae a definate possibility.

whatmakesyouhappy: I take it your happy about the girls meeting then?

jay/wt4evr: you are forgiven for missing the updates. The upside tho' is more to read in one go!

wimpy0729:

I had this chapter written and I found I couldn't quite get the dancing/grindage to fit the mood properly, but how about when they go on their date? That keep you happy?

katjetson:

My first draught for this had a Buffy/Faith scene, but I decided that maybe it was too soon for them. To be honest I couldn't see Buffy jumping Faith on the first 'date' so I have saved it for later.

nimloth:

Another vote for grindage, then!


Title: Quiet Saturday Morning’s
Author: Paint the Sky
Rating: R. Language.
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 14

Buffy and Faith dragged a protesting brown haired girl back to the table where they had sat with Willow.

“Sit, and we won’t hurt you” threatened the brunette to Buffy’s horror.

“God, Faith, have you any idea of etiquette at all. You can’t threaten people, even loud annoying ones” she said sternly, looking at their captive.

“Jeez, B, you take all the fun out of kidnapping” she said with humour. Buffy glared at her, “ok, ok, I won’t hurt ya…much”, she said to the brown haired girl sitting between her and Buffy.

Again the blonde glared at her.” Faith, play nice” she said in a sharp tone.

Buffy took matters into her own hands and introduced them both, she explained about Willow and Tara, the library, the so-called date, the fact that Faith was obviously not from this planet and had yet to master many of it’s social skills.

“Hey, B” she interrupted, “Actions speak louder than words…and talking of action…how about some…we had a deal, remember” she emphasised her words by waggling her tongue at the blonde.

“You see. That totally illustrates my point. There you were, did a nice thing for Willow. Told her the name and told her Tara was here, got them together and then…and then with the crazies again.” She threw her hands up, totally defeated.

Anya had watching the exchange between the blonde and the brunette with interest.

“You two obviously have chemistry, Buffy why are you fighting it? You could have fantastic orgasms together despite having no interlocking parts” stated Anya with her usual bluntness, calmer now she knew what was going on.

“What? What? Are you crazy too?” she spluttered in a high pitched squeak.

“Yeah, B, why are you fighting it?” Faith joined in, enjoying Buffy’s reaction “You know deep down, in the dirty part of your mind that you want me. Let the id out to play B. Be a bad girl, you know you wanna” she said it in a way that made it sound like it was an easy choice. The right choice.

“Yes, Buffy, being a bad girl can be fun. I once had this boyfriend who enjoyed it when I was a bad girl. The badder the better, then I would get punished.” Anya enthused, warming to the topic.

“Stop! In the name of all that is holy, please stop! Not one more word!” cried the blonde, hoping things could get no worse.

Faith couldn’t contain herself, she laughed loudly and slapped the brown haired girl on the back “I think I’m gonna like you…What’s your name anyway?”

“My name is Anya, Anya Christina Emanuella Jenkins. Thank you for asking, Faith, I think I could like you too. But, your girlfriend, she really should lighten up” she said smiling brightly at them both.

“Argg!!! I’m not her girlfriend” said an exasperated Buffy standing up, “I’m going to the bathroom, hopefully when I get back, neither of you will be here.”

She stomped off with laughter ringing in her ears and she thought she heard the word denial mixed in.

An angry Buffy headed to the ladies room, pushing and shoving her way through an ever increasing density of people. She scanned the crowd looking for the easiest route when her gaze fell on a couple sitting at a table. Looking closer, she saw it was Willow and Tara. She stood and watched as the girls talked and smiled over a drink. They’re already comfortable with each other she thought. That’s nice. She was happy for her friend. Her thoughts returned to the brunette she’d left laughing at the table. Why couldn’t there be easy conversation and smiles with her…wouldn’t be as much fun though. She smiled. Admit it Buffy, you’ve had fun tonight, and with that thought furthermost in her mind she headed to the bathroom determined to ‘lighten up’.

Across the room Willow and Tara had been totally oblivious to the watching blonde and continued to chat with an ease that belied the newness of their relationship.

Tara’s confidence had been further boosted by a third Sex on the Beach, which sat, minus some of its volume, on the table between the girls. Willow, taken by the pretty colour, had also decided that the cocktail would be the perfect accompaniment, and aide, to conversation.

“I can’t believe you went to all that trouble to track me down” said Willow with a shy smile after Tara had told her story, “and got into debt, though, you do look good in those leathers, so it was worth it.”

Tara blushed, slightly embarrassed by the attention on her “To be honest, neither can I. Usually I resign myself to the principle of ‘if it’s meant to be it will happen on it’s own’, but Anya…who could be on her way to Morocco as we speak…” she said with a giggle, “said I had to do more than just wait, she said I should take a chance”, she paused and gave Willow a lop-sided shy smile, “so I did.”

“I’m glad you did, and I hope you will too” the redhead said seriously.

“I already am” answered the blonde and Willow’s smile lit up the room.

“Anyway” she continued, “I can’t believe what Buffy did for you. I know Faith, not well, but enough to know she scares the shit out of me too” she admitted “but, do you really think Buffy is interested?”

Willow considered the question, and replied “Well, she did have the option to leave, after all, I got your message so tomorrow would’ve solved the mystery, but she didn’t want to go. As she told me yesterday, her track record with guys is pretty dire, so what’s she got to lose?”

“Her sanity?” said Tara in a querying tone, remembering Buffy’s frustration and outburst with Faith the previous day.

“Ah! There’s that, yes. But, sanity’s so over-rated” stated Willow, laughing as she too recalled Buffy’s tale of her first meeting with Faith, “anyway, I’ll look after her, I have this shovel clause where Buffy and romance are concerned”

Tara looked puzzled and asked “A shovel clause?” she paused, “is that like a sanity clause?” she said with a straight face.

“There ain’t no sanity clause” said Willow in her best Groucho Marx, twiddling an imaginary cigar and waggling her eyebrows to complete the image.

They both cracked up with loud laughter that drew looks from neighbouring tables causing them to laugh even harder.

Clearing her throat in an effort to subdue her laughter the blonde looked at her watch and then at Willow and gave a sigh, “Willow, it’s getting late and I have an early class in the morning, and reluctantly, I have to go.”

“Oh, well, class, important. Can I see you again?” she asked hopefully.

“Of course, tomorrow, library, 4.30” she mimicked Willows speech with a teasing smile.

“I can’t, sorry, I was going to send Buffy tomorrow, but I don’t need to do that now cos we already met and everything, and that’s good cos Buffy hates the libray, and I would meet you tomorrow but there’s this thing, a job, I have a job, tomorrow, same time, sorry…”

“Willow” Tara tried to interrupt, but still the redhead babbled “…but, Jenny that’s the woman I work for rang, asking for me to start earlier cos I wasn’t supposed to be there till 5, and I told her I could be there…”

‘Oh, fuck it, again’ thought Tara, and she leant across and took the babbling redheads face in her hands and placed her own lips on the moving ones of Willows.

Willow’s brain went quiet, the cogs whirring down to a dead stop as she felt Tara’s lips move against her own and she responded in kind. Just as the kiss threatened to deepen she felt the blonde pull away, and her lips suddenly felt lonely.

She raised a hand to her mouth and ran her fingers over where Tara’s lips had been, the blonde watched her and wished she was still kissing that babbling mouth.

Willow looked at her hand and then at Tara. She smiled a wide smile “No-one ever stopped my babble like that before, I have to say, very effective Miss Maclay.”

“Why thank you Miss Rosenberg, glad to be of assistance,” Tara replied with mock formality dropping her voice few octaves deeper, laughing at the extremity of her actions, but immensely glad about the redhead’s reaction.

“So,” said Willow in a more serious vein, “When can I see you again? Properly, I mean, a date. Soon I hope?”

“I’m not free until Thursday” she said sadly, “But, for now, you could walk me home?”

This night is getting better and better she thought, and said “I could do that,” and taking a chance she added, “I might get another babble attack that would require your assistance.”

Tara blushed, “Always willing to help, Miss.”

Before they left, they found Buffy, Faith and Anya having what seemed to an animated discussion at the table Willow had vacated earlier that evening. The amount of empty bottles and glasses indicated that the abductee had settled very amicably into company with her kidnappers. Maybe it was a slight case of Stockholm Syndrome, thought Willow, and swallowed her laughter before reaching her friends.

“Hey, guys, how’s it going?” she greeted the company,but looking in particular at Buffy and Faith. “Oh,” she said holding out a hand to Anya, “Hi, I’m Willow, uh…we briefly met…sorry about earlier.”

“So you should be Missy, setting your rottweillers on me so you could steal my friend. Well, you should know that she owes me 24.7 hours of labour, so I expect to see her on time for work. You can’t have her until she works off her debt” said Anya.

Faith laughed loving her new friend’s directness. Buffy groaned at Anya’s lack of tact, and Tara shot daggers in her friend’s direction.

Willow, on the other hand was totally taken aback, and pale-faced she looked at Tara for help, and felt that calming sensation again as Tara took her hand.

Fixing her blue eyes on her friend she spoke firmly “Anya, say sorry to Willow and mean it, or I won’t come to work, I’ll pay my debt a dollar a week, and it will be interest free.”

‘Wow!’ Thought Willow, ‘Tara has her own resolve face, definitely don’t want to see that aimed at me, well, not in anger anyway’

“Fine. Fine. Stick up for your little girlfriend. I can see who’ll be wearing the pants in your relationship.” Tara raised an eyebrow. “Sorry, Willow, you can see Tara whenever you want, even on my time. Happy?”

“It’ll do” said the blonde, “Well, goodnight everyone, um…Buffy, good to see you again, Faith, not porn, research ok? Anya, I’ll see you tomorrow”

Willow waved at her friends and Anya, “Bye”

The evening air was cool and Willow felt a slight chill through her light jacket and vest, she slipped her hand into Tara’s savouring the warmth she felt there. The blonde looked down at their joined hands and then to Willow who asked “Is this ok? Holding your hand?” Tara gave her hand a light squeeze and nodded in reply.

The walk back to campus was quiet, both girls getting nervous about saying goodnight.
Tara was thinking about how she had kissed Willow in the Bronze. It was a spontaneous act, but totally out of character for her. And, now as they neared her dorm, she wondered if the shy and reticent girl would re-appear. Anya was right, she did think too much, so she decided not to.

Willow was nervous too. Her easy flirting with the blonde had come naturally to her in the noisy environment of the club fuelled by her excitement of finding the object of her affection so un-expectantly, but now reality was setting in.

All too soon they had reached Tara’s dorm, and entering the building Tara guided them to her room on the ground floor.

They stopped at a door, “Well, this is me” the blonde explained.

“Yeah” Willow said, her voice tinged with sadness at the thought of Tara disappearing behind that door.

“I had a lovely evening Willow” Tara said sweetly.

“Me too,” said Willow in a quiet voice, nervously twisting a lock of her short red hair.

“Um…so are you gonna babble again?” What she had done in the Bronze was one thing, but now after a sobering walk in the cool night air, she had only her attraction to make her bold.

“You gonna kiss me quiet again?” countered the happier redhead now that Tara was flirting again with her, and whose lonely lips wanted attention again.

“You don’t have to be babbling” she whispered, finding courage from Willow’s flirty tone, and leaned in to meet Willow’s lips with her own.

Willow took a step forward and slid her arms around the blonde’s waist, and felt Tara do the same to her.

As the kiss deepened, Willow’s tongue made tentative contact with Tara’s top lip, and the blonde pulled her closer as her mouth opened to allow exploration.

Tara’s hand moved up to the nape of the redhead’s neck and massaged the sensitive skin with a deft movement, while Willows hands almost wandered where they shouldn’t. It took all her willpower not to let them travel to the blonde’s ass, instead she mimicked what Tara had done.

She felt Willow’s tongue rub against the roof of her mouth and remembering the same feeling from her fantasy she ended the kiss before she allowed things to get out of hand.

They groaned immediately feeling the loss of contact, and their hands settled back to their previous positions.

“Sorry, I got carried away, bad tongue” she chastised herself, then stuck out the appendage and looked at it cross-eyed.

Tara laughed loudly at the girl’s goofy action. “No, not a bad tongue, it’s a very good tongue, but…class, remember? I really have to go. I’ll see you Thursday, I’ll ring to make arrangements” she said with reluctance as she unwound her arms from Willow’s waist.

Willow let go of the blonde and took her hands and with a gentle squeeze let them go and said goodnight.

With a long last look as Willow walked away, Tara opened her door and went inside.

“Ooh! Little kitten, guess what happened to Mommy tonight?” she said happily as she lay on the bed beside the cat.

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dibs!
see? I got dibs to make up for all missed updates!!! that was really sweet,
and anya god I love her she's just so.....Anya! and kissage-y goodness that's !! update, soon?

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Great update-y goodness... Good to see that Tara's patented way to stop Willow-babble still works

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Yay! Kissage!!!

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Oh, this was very nice. Everything is flowing along nicely here, and they're beginning to all fit together, friendship and relationship-wise.

I totally agree, it's not time for grindage yet, because this is too sweet, and they're just getting to know each other. Things are looking very promising for all of them. We did get some nice kissage though and definite sparkage, so yay for that. I have no problem waiting for your promise of more heated stuff later on, when the time is right. Doesn't mean I can't use my own imagination for now though.

Loved the interaction between Buffy, Faith and Anya, and also the way Tara stood up to Anya. Very hot.

Can't wait to see what's next.


Wimpy

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"There was plenty of magic." ~~ Tara

what a cute update really liking where things are heading,I also like Take charge Tara......very sexy

You know I was just wishful-thinking you into a grindage corner, right? You tell your story exactly how you wish, because it's got plenty of us, er... gushing. And "awww"-ing.

One thing I am a bit confused about, though, is the title. I mean, we're not just experiencing Saturday mornings, right? Or is it just a nod to the Saturday morning when they met? Or, perhaps once they hook up, you'll just shows us them in bed enjoying (hopefully not too) quiet Saturday mornings?

And about the previous update, was Will really surfing the net for porn like Faith said?

Very nice update. Especially the part where they kissed second time was very cute. I think it's good that things aren't going too fast, at least it suits this story very well. But is always nice.

Anya's comments were very funny. I really had to cover my mouth at the "You could be having orgasms together" -part, since my gf is sleeping and I didn't want to wake her up. Too bad I had to do that.

Ok.......delurking now to tell you that I'm totally loving
this fic.
I don't know what I like more.......the fabulous story.......
or the incredibly frequent updates.
I know.....I like them both!

Can't wait for more! And I loved the goodnight smoochies.
Very cute.

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hey! Sorry about never leaving feedback before, but today seems to be one of my extra guilty days so I've decided to some out of the closet to post here!!! So I really am hoping you'll forgive me Neways, on with the feedback, this is a really good story, its quite easy going, and they've already had smoochies!! Yay! I love Tara's shyness, and Willow's cuteness, and funnily enough, Anya's forwardsness, especialy the bit about white lesbian slave traders, that cracked me up

I dont know why, I just seem to get sucked in by Anya's, rather frank way of speaking...all the time.

And also, loved the leather and dancing...nice move Nice to see Faith and Buffy too, although it's funny, cos every fic i've read where faith and buffy are a couple, Buffy always goes into denial

cheers

cant wait for next update!!

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Hey all, chapter 15 for ya, and agian for the kind comments I thank you.

Firstly the politeness of the replies then its off to bed for me.

jay/wt4evr - Glad you like my Anya, I like her too.


Zampsa1975 -

I know its a bit of cliche, but you have to respect a classic


musicmad10 - Pleased that you're still loving the story, and I will certainly be continuing, have no fear!


wimpy0729 -

This is good to know. I'll take it as a sign that my plotting isn't as random as it feels sometimes

whatmakesyouhappy -

Shy doesn't necessarily have to equal doormat, so i gave my Tara a voice, and when she has to, she will use it.

katjetson -

TBH, I started writing this on a quiet saturday morning, but there is relevance to the story also, but not quite yet

PolarBear - I always liked Anya's directness, it made for some very funny moments on the show.

Shy One - Thank you for de-lurking, I'm flattered.

Lifty -

Denial? ain't that a river in egypt Actually, i take your point, but Buffy has decided to seize the fish on this one



Title: Quiet Saturday Morning’s
Author: Paint the Sky
Rating: R
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 15
“Well, Buffy, Faith, I think I should go now. I have a shop to open, and goods and services to exchange for money in a few hours. It was fun though once it became apparent that I wasn’t going to Morocco, I would be very pleased to repeat the experience another time. Thank you for a most enjoyable evening, I will say goodnight and wish you many orgasms” said a drunken and good natured Anya.

“Anya, it was a pleasure” said a frustrated Faith, who all evening had tried to find a suitable nick name for the bluntly spoken shop keeper and had come up empty handed.

“Yes, Anya, it was certainly something” Buffy said diplomatically, “and Anya, get a cab home yeah?”

“Oh, thank you for your concern Buffy, it certainly wouldn’t do to meet anymore unsavoury types, they might not turn out to be as nice as you and Faith” she smiled oblivious to the back handed compliment.

Faith laughed again, Buffy just gave her a tight smile and said goodnight as Anya left the table to get a cab.

“And then there were two” said Faith, adding with a smile “Another drink B, or are we done here?”

“Yeah, Faith, we’re done here” Buffy said looking into deep brown eyes, “but, we don’t have to be done,” she held her breath waiting for the expected wisecracking.

None came as Faith softly exhaled and said “Wow, Buffy, I wasn’t ready for that answer, are you serious or is it the booze talking?”

Buffy smiled,” Well, maybe it’s gave me courage, but the words are my own.”

“You know I had fun tonight B, and Anya, well she’s something else. Hell, she even made me blush, and that hasn’t happened since…well ever, probably. And you, I’ve enjoyed your company too. I’d like to keep enjoying it, whaddya say, let me walk you home, say goodnight and wish you many orgasms” she said laughing hoping to lighten the moment and hoping B understood.

Buffy had heard the humour behind last comment and playfully swiped a hand at the back of the brunettes head. When she came into contact with the rich texture of Faith’s hair her hand came to a stop. Her fingers played with the soft strands and she watched as Faith closed her eyes and leaned into her touch.

“Faith, I’ve enjoyed your company too, really, once we got past the whole payback debacle that is,” she continued playing with the librarian’s hair as she spoke, “what you did for Willow… kidnapping Anya…that was sweet, psychotic, but sweet. I saw Willow with Tara, they looked so right together, comfortable, you know.”

“Mmm hmm” Faith nodded, her eyes still closed and her head still leaning into Buffy’s touch, “Go, on” she prompted.

“Well” Buffy said, getting ready to gamble with her sanity, “I don’t think anyone could describe you as comfortable” she heard a soft laugh from the brunette, “let’s face it, if tonight has told me anything about what we could have, it’s told me it would be far from comfortable.”

Faith opened her eyes and studied the blonde stroking her hair, “You’re right B, it would never be comfortable. We’d be as likely to fight as to fuck, but I’m willing to risk it if you are?”

The hand at her head exerted a gentle but firm pressure as it pulled Faith closer to the waiting and ready lips of the blonde who had constantly surprised her all evening.

Buffy’s mind reeled, not caring at that moment of what could be an uncertain future, she only knew that Faith was kissing her, stirring a passion within her that she had never felt before from any of the men in her life, and whether it was the alcohol or the boldness of her own actions helping to fuel it, she didn’t care, she wanted more.

Faith rested her head against the blonde’s and groaned, “Are you sure you want this?” It’s a big step, and you have to want it for the right reasons.”

Up till then Buffy hadn’t been sure, she thought she had just been caught up in the moment, but with Faiths words bringing clarity she knew it was what she wanted.

“May you live in interesting times” she said, “Willow once said that to me, ancient Chinese proverb I gather? Yes Faith, I’m sure... I want to live in interesting times.” She reinstated the kiss, showing Faith that she was sure.

Her lips moved over Faith’s with strength and surety, she loved kissing this woman enjoying the softness of the brunette’s skin when it came into contact with hers, so different, she thought. Better, her inner voice suggested, as her hands once again stroked and play with Faith’s hair.

Faith pulled away and smiled, “It’s not an ancient Chinese proverb, but, your place or mine?” she said laughing as Buffy groaned at her typical response.

Buffy’s drunken brain absorbed Faith’s comment, fully understanding what was being asked of her, and the synapses though firing slowly, did fire, and made the connections they needed to. Looking into Faith’s brown, and oh so persuasive eyes, she almost wavered but said “Tonight, mine might be best, I think.”

“Not ready to be bad, yet, huh, B?” she asked with a mixture of tease and seriousness.

Buffy considered her reply, knowing that Faith wasn’t entirely joking, but was giving her the option of changing her mind about going home. She lightly chewed on her bottom lip and then smiled, “You’re making it sound so easy Faith, and believe me, I wish it was, but no, I’m not ready,” and with more than a hint of promise she added, “not yet.”

Faith nodded her understanding, and then stood, and looking down at the conflicted blonde, held out her hand and flicked her head towards the exit.

“That’s cool, B, so it’s a walk home for you and cold showers for me” she said lightly.

Walking back to campus in the cool and quiet, Buffy suddenly broke the silence by asking “Faith, what did Tara mean when she said it was good to see me again? I’ve never met Tara”

Faith thought about the question “I thought this might come up when your brain caught up with itself… She was at the library, yesterday, when you were, maybe she recognised you,” she offered as an explanation, and waited for the fireworks from the blonde.

Buffy came to a halt, and looked directly at Faith. She should be mightily pissed off that Faith had played her so easily yesterday, but she saw something on the brunette’s face that made it hard for to be as angry as she should be. Was that, fear, no, she dismissed the thought, apprehension was a better description. Buffy’s features softened and she smiled easing the tension that had been building.

“She was at the library…you knew she was the girl I was looking for…oh, forget it, I can’t even pretend to be surprised” she said in a soft forgiving manner, and then more excitedly “Oh, no, I saw her, well I didn’t know it was her, but I saw her…she was crawling on the steps of the library, I think she’d dropped her bag, I was in such a rush that I nearly knocked her down.”

Buffy began walking again and took Faith’s hand in her own to indicate her acceptance of the situation.

Faith was relieved at Buffy’s reaction, and getting back into character said, “So, your not mad at me then, I’m disappointed B, I was hopin’ to see steam coming outta your ears again. And, although it is the biggest cliché in the world, you’re beautiful when you’re angry”

“Jeez, Faith, give me a break will ya, you’re off the hook” Buffy said glad that normal service had been resumed.

Faith laughed “Do you think Tara and Willow will let me off the hook so readily. T’s face when she was telling off Anya, that was unexpected, I mean, I only know her slightly, and like Red she hangs around the library like it’s a second home, but she never gave any indication that she could be, so…forceful. I think you’re little friend has definitely made a good match. And,” she laughed again, “I don’t think I’ll be mentioning Red’s girl on girl web action anywhere within earshot of her, but I will say this, if Red can back up the theory with the practical then T,s in for a hot time”

Buffy laughed despite herself, “Faith, you said you wouldn’t bring that up again. Anyway how do you know what Willow was looking at? There’s no way you can see the computer suite from reception, what did you do, sneak up on her so you could monitor her internet usage?”

“No” said Faith and she decided that Buffy would be ok hearing how she knew. “I hadn’t been long at the library, but I soon got to noticing the people who came regular, Red being one of them. Anyway, part of our job is to check computer usage. The university has all sorts of protection in place restricting access to certain sites, torrents, porn, the usual, ya know.”

Buffy was silent, knowing what Faith was going to say next, and listened as she continued.

“About a month in, the logs were showing unauthorised access to certain sites. The times of access had shown up, but nothing else. The protection was being hacked, that was obvious, but we couldn’t trace where from. Someone was clever enough to cover their tracks. I was impressed, and even more so when I found it was Red. She seems so like butter wouldn’t melt, but, I was in the computer suite and there she was reading lesbian porn…sorry, erotic fiction...she heard me laughing and quickly shut down the site she was on.”

“Anyway, after that the hacking stopped, so I always reckoned it had been Red that was our hacker,” finished Faith.

“Did you tell anyone about her?” asked a worried blonde.

“Shit, no! None of my business how the girl gets her jollies, and it’s not like she was plotting world domination or anything, so I let it go, anyway, it was a blast to watch the stuffy types try to work out what had happened” explained Faith.

Buffy threw herself at Faith and gave her sloppy wet kisses each one punctuated by a thank you.

Faith, highly amused but slightly embarrassed by the blonde’s reaction extricated herself from the arms that held her and said almost shyly “You’re welcome”

“Oh, sorry” said Buffy wiping the other girl’s face, “You’re all wet”, she blushed when Faith gave her a look, “Arg!! You what I mean” was followed by a sharp slap on the brunette’s arm.

“You’re so easy, B” she said rubbing her arm, “Anyway, it appears I’ve walked you home, this is your dorm, isn’t it?”

“Oh, yeah, that’s home sweet home… well, dorm sweet dorm”

Going on, they soon arrived outside room 214, and Buffy was suddenly nervous about her proximity to the brunette when she felt Faith’s hands at her hips.

The nervousness disappeared when she felt warm lips on her own, and the slight trace of tongue waiting permission to move forward. Buffy lightly flicked it with her own and parted her lips a little more to allow it access. Placing her hands on Faith’s hips, she gave a little pull to signal that she needed more contact with the brunette.

She felt soft breasts pushing against her own and she knew that it was only the thought of Willow on the other side of the door that was stopping her from inviting Faith in.

Faith paused momentarily as she felt a tentative hand reach round to her ass and inwardly smiled as it pulled her closer still.

Buffy felt the longing she had experienced earlier in the Bronze threatening to overwhelm her this time and with a grasp on what little willpower she had left, she broke the kiss.

“I’m sorry, Faith, I can’t” she whispered “I want to, but…”

“I know.” She whispered putting a digit against Buffy’s lips to quieten the apology, “It’s ok, we can be bad some other time” she said giving Buffy a mischievous grin and quick kiss to let her know everything was fine.

“I…um…better go in. Willow’s probably sleeping by now” she said quietly, and kissed Faith again then said “Goodnight”

“Goodnight, B”

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

Great update-y goodness... Good Faith & Buffy smootchies... Good that Anya accepted Buffy & Faith as friends...

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We few, we happy few. We band of buggered.

Posting While Nude Improves Your Mood.

yay for Fuffy goodness

Though at times, it feels like they are jumping the steps towards their respective relationships, you always come up with ideas for prolonging the intensity of their feelings and the actual acting out of these very feelings...whether done consciously or unconsciously, it certainly adds a nice twist to the storyline