Ahhh, home from accupuncture. All relaxed and pleasant feeling so I might as well share some pleasure with my favorite Kittens. Update in a minute. First a few comments:
Rose Hey Rose, yeppers we got us a cold front didn’t we? Looks like it’s 42 right now, brrr. I know those of y’all from elsewhere think that sounds toasty right? Not to us. Too cold. I hope this will warm you a little. Thanks for reading Turned too. Yep, I try to write a little every day.
Tulipp – Don’t worry about it. Always glad to have comments anytime. Thanks for your praise.
DWM – Glad I could surprise you. Yes, I think Willow got some surprises. Thanks for reading.
Title– W/T Season 3 Y’all – part 10
Author– JustSkipit - Debra
Feedback – Yes please.
Spoilers–Season 3 through Beauty and the Beasts
Rating– Part 10 – PG Disclaimer – Willow and Tara and any other character that appeared in the syndicated television show “Buffy the Vampire Slayer” is property of Joss and Mutant Enemy, I’m only borrowing them and am not making any money off them Thanks.
Summary See parts 1-6 for this note.
Consistency etc. See parts 1-6 for this note.
Thoughts in italics! Tara stopped briefly at Willow’s door and listened. She didn’t hear any noise coming from inside. Usually this meant that the redhead was not awake or was not in her room. Since she had been working at the stables for a few hours, Tara decided to go take a shower before returning to Willow’s room. Hopefully she would still be able to wake the redhead up as she truly loved this experience. Since that first time of seeing Willow sleep, she had loved watching her sleep and wake slowly and lovingly from slumber.
This late in October, the cold had finally settled in Texas. Although they had some warm and sunny days, the days and evenings carried a chill. The night that Willow and Tara first kissed was the last night that the blonde had felt it was warm enough to enjoy sleeping outside—even with the added warmth of another body snuggled close.
Even after working for hours in the stables, Tara was one of the first girls in the shower this Saturday morning and was able to enjoy plenty of hot water. She stood under the spout, allowing the warm water to pour over her head and body and warm the chill from her bones. Slowly she rinsed and washed her hair, luxuriating in the feel and smell of her honeysuckle shampoo. Using her body wash, she soaped a scrubbie and took her time soaping her body thoroughly. She allowed her mind to wander and it didn’t have to go far: to Willow. Now that Tara had fully admitted her feelings both to herself and the other girl, she allowed herself more freedom to daydream. Standing under the steamy spray, she played over and over in her mind their first kiss.
Even before her date, Tara knew that she had to take some action on her feelings for Willow. Her meditation and ride had told her that much. It wasn’t that the date with Joss was that bad or that he was an ass or anything. It was just that throughout the movie and dinner, she was doing nothing but thinking about Willow. It wasn’t really fair to the young man. He was polite and a good companion, asking her open-ended questions to try and guide the conversation and learn more about her. Nevertheless, when he tried to kiss her and ask if she wanted to see him again at the end of the night, she was firm and direct, telling him kindly that she thought he was very nice but honestly she was interested in someone else and was sorry if he was disappointed. He had laughed and said that was fine, her heart didn’t really seem to be in the evening, wished her luck, and said he’d see her in English class.
She had gone to sleep on the roof expecting it to be one of the last suitable nights of the year and could hardly contain herself when Willow appeared at the window. Knowing the redhead as she did, it would have made no inroads at all to attempt to take the initiative. Willow was a woman with a plan; that much was apparent as she crossed the roof. While Tara wanted to let Willow take her initiative, she also knew that she had figured out about her Sunnydale past and wanted to let Willow know that. She feared that Willow would think that hiding that information would be a barrier between them and wanted to discard that possible barrier. So she asked about Oz being a werewolf and the others. As Willow first started her babble, the blonde was amused as she always was by her babbles. But on the other hand, she couldn’t let her go on. That kiss, mmm.
Now Tara stood in the shower letting the hot water stream over her body and remembering that kiss and many more since then. Lost in her thoughts, she had no idea how much time had elapsed until the water turned lukewarm and quickly ice cold. She gasped from the shock as she struggled to turn off the spigot and grabbed her towel. Hoping to still find Willow asleep, she quickly dressed, stopped at her room, and went downstairs.
Again listening at the door, she heard no sound or movement and let herself in with the spare key Willow had given her over a month ago. As she hoped and expected, the redhead was still nestled in bed, clutching the stuffed bear that Tara had placed in her embrace when she got up. Tara closed the door quietly before crossing to the bed, dropping to her knees and kissing the redhead on the cheek: “Sweetie…” she sang out. Willow murmured in her sleep in response and Tara took the opportunity to run her fingers through her girlfriend’s long copper locks beginning to sing softly as Willow slowly opened her eyes, smiling lovingly at the blonde.
“Tara,” Willow smiled, “get in bed with me baby. Let me warm you up.”
Tara climbed onto the bed before answering, “I’m warm sweetie. Didn’t you notice, no stinky barn smell? I took a long shower.”
Wrapping her arms around her Tara, Willow nestled her nose into the blonde’s neck and hair: “mmmm oh yeah. Honeysuckle. No stinky barn smell for my girl.”
Tara laughed hugging Willow close: “it’s late Will. I swiped you some fruit if you want to eat something. Or you may just want to wait for lunch. It’s closer to lunch time now anyway.” She stood up, grabbing the fruit from the desk to hand it to the redhead.
As Willow sat up in bed propping her self against her pillows against the headboard, she took the fruit. “Hey,” she said taking a bite of apple, “what are you smiling at?”
“You’re wearing that kitten shirt. The one that made you say that you wouldn’t blow up a mall,” Tara explained.
“Yeah, well, I didn’t shoot the rocket launcher anyway,” Willow laughed back.
“Sure you didn’t. You’ll have to tell me the whole story some time.”
Willow smiled seductively before answering, “Maybe you can get that information from me somehow Ms Maclay.”
Tara smiled back, “Now that sounds like fun.” As Willow nodded, her mouth full of apple, Tara asked, “So what’s up for today? I need to do a lot of studying for midterms. How about you?”
“I made a schedule,” the redhead answered, grabbing a piece of paper from the desk and handing it to Tara: “take a look.”
Tara looked closely at the piece of paper Willow had handed her. It was a true work of art. The paper was divided into two rectangles side-by-side marked Saturday and Sunday. Each of those rectangles was dissected vertically to say “Tara” or “Willow”. From that point, each rectangle was divided into horizontal rectangles obviously denoting hours of the day. The Saturday blocks started at 11:00 and continued until midnight while Sunday began at 10:00 and ran until 9:00.
Willow’s sections were completely filled. Each hour was marked with red, blue, green, purple, pink, or gray. Some colors covered more than one block while others took less than one block. Still others contained a diagonal pattern on top of the colors. Tara noted that while her rectangles were not filled in, all the blue blocks on Willow’s schedule were denoted with identically sized green blocks on her schedule.
Laughing out loud at Willow’s super-organization, Tara commented, “I’m almost afraid to ask about this.” Suddenly Willow jumped up from the bed, grabbing the schedule and a blue and green colored pencil before jumping back in the bed: “hey, I forgot.” Grasping Tara’s hand, she asked, “Would you like to go on a date with me tonight? To see the movie and have a sundae?”
As Tara nodded and leaned forward to kiss the redhead, Willow quickly colored in the blocks on her schedule for 7:00 – 11:00 blue and the corresponding ones on Tara’s schedule green. At this point, Tara could no longer contain her laughter; as tears poured down her cheeks, she tackled the redhead and started tickling her to try and get her going just as hard.
Willow pulled back for a moment semi-seriously: “You think I’m insane.”
“I’d say quirky,” Tara smiled back. “Seriously though, it looks great. Looks like blue is the Tara time and green on my side is Willow time right? What are the others?”
As Willow explained the intricate system of denoting time to study for each subject, accompanied by the legend which identified color combinations, Tara gazed at her face and lips.
Oh Goddess, I could listen to her babble about squares and schedules forever. Look at that face, those lips, the softness of her skin. The blonde leaned forward to place a soft kiss on Willow’s neck as the redhead continued explaining her system. Drawing back to note the still glistening spot where her lips had been, she softly blew on the moisture and was rewarded as Willow shivered. Tara leaned forward again, licking the spot slowly from the base of Willow’s neck to her chin, growling, “What color is the square right now?”
Her concentration on the schedule waning, Willow whispered, “uh yellow which means uh calculus for me and uh I don’t know for you uh …” before giving up on the schedule and grabbing Tara’s face between her hands to pull her in for a deep kiss.
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“Now that’s a sundae,” Tara laughed at the enormous mound of ice-creamy goodness in front of the two girls. They had three or four flavors of ice cream, covered completely with hot fudge, butterscotch, caramel, whipped cream, nuts and two cherries. Taking a huge bite of chocolate and whipped cream, she commented, “Yeah, now that’s a good cure for too-full-brain. I’m thought-out I think.”
Sticking her finger seductively into the pile of cream on the top of the sundae, Willow smirked, “I know another cure for too-full brain Ms Maclay.” She held out her finger to the blonde who took it softly in her mouth, sucking the sweet goodness from the tip and running her tongue around it.
Lost in their own world, the two girls didn’t notice Michelle approach the table: “Hey, uh oh sorry I interrupted, I mean. Uh, never mind. I’ll talk to y’all later ok?”
Both Tara and Willow quickly turned to look at the retreating girl, glancing at each other before answering, “Hey Michelle. That’s fine. Sorry we were a little lost there. Come sit with us and have your sundae. Going to the movie?”
“Are you sure?” Michelle asked timidly, “I don’t want to interrupt anything.”
Willow nodded vigorously, “yeah sure, sit. Emma not coming?”
“No she and James went into town for dinner and the movie there. Something tells me I won’t see her till morning.”
Tara nodded, “Yeah, Alyson’s the same way. See Willow, having a single isn’t that much different from a double sometimes.”
Willow smiled, “Yeah, it seems that way. So Michelle, how are you doing on the computer assignment?”
Smiling as she noted the two older girls still eating from the same sundae and the comfortable way they sat together, Michelle answered, “Pretty good. I’ve got the logic structure figured out but working on actual code lines now. I’m ready for my other exams already so I’m planning to spend tomorrow morning working on it. In the afternoon I thought I’d take a ride. Y’all want to go?”
She was completely unprepared for the response as Tara nearly spit her ice cream across the table and Willow paled completely, muttering somewhat incoherently, “uh horses, no uh, no I mean no thank you. I’m studying I mean I uh,” looking to Tara she muttered, “little help here?”
“Willow doesn’t ride, Michelle,” Tara explained. “I’d love to come but I have too much studying. Another time though?”
Hearing the announcement that it was time for the movie, Willow indicated that Michelle should sit with them: “Why don’t you sit with us since Emma and James aren’t here, ok?”
Michelle nodded yes, noting the way the two girls instinctively took each other’s hands as they walked. As they entered the lecture hall, she whispered quietly, “I just wanted to say, y’all look really good together. I mean you fit, you know?”
Both Tara and Willow looked at each other before answering equally quietly, “Yeah, we know. Thanks.”
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"I think this line's mostly filler."
Edited by: JustSkipIt at: 3/26/03 7:05:20 pm
by sheila wt » Tue Dec 03, 2002 9:08 pm 
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However with James, Emma and Alyson thrown in it kinda becomes obvious 
Love that the schedule was ignored for her Tara though.
I 'member that... Anyways, really loved the update!! Looking forwards to more!!