W/T Season 3 Y'all

[MissQuirky]

Deb, I don't know what to say! That was amazing - all of it... from top to bottom!



I always thought they should build individual bathrooms for dorm rooms - this just proves my point! That shower scene was - But it didn't stop there - nope, the bedroom, My God... The whole update was erotic however very beautiful at the same time - Loved it!!



How sweet was it that Willow asked Tara to never leave her, my god I loved that! And I even liked the fry thing - too cute! I also enjoyed the last moment in the kitchen.



You really don't know how much I love this story Deb! Me Love it A LOT!!! Can't wait 4 more!



~Ashley~

[deixs]

Hi Deb!



That was juust

The shower and the bed and.....



Stef

Willow: Hey, clothes!

Tara: Better not get used to 'em.

Willow: Yes ma'm

[Velaingie]

Hey, absolutely loved the last update.

That was really... I, eh, I actually couldn't find any emoticons for the shower and the bed part. I was even beyond my speechless, I actually didn't know I could do that.

But keep doing the great job.

Bye

Velaingie

[JustSkipIt]

Bubblecath – Tee hee, an addict! . I love them. All kittens and all addicts. Let’s me know something is going good. Welcome to being here and being an addict. Seems like lots of readers like this shower scene. I’m so glad.



Grimaldi – Yeah, hard to do at school without getting totally caught anyway.



Sonya – Yes so glad to be home and by the time I got home I was mostly well. Spent the weekend sleeping and quality time sharing with my baby. I even enjoyed going to work today even if it was a holiday.



Yes, it’s really about release for both of them. In so many ways. At night they are still trapped with not being able to sleep out side but in the day they wake to light so much more. They can scream and call out their love and really release. And the rain from outside… Glad you liked it.



Ha ha about the long NC-17 response and wanton sex updates. Yes sometimes they are so good… but sometimes I like to mix them in with something else important too. Glad you liked.



Nick – Thanks for the thud. Tee hee with the hotness. Hope you get that update soon.



Ashley – Wouldn’t that be something: individual bathrooms in a dorm? I think the one I lived in was built in about 1950, no AC even (in Texas!). Then we had a shower but also a straight and clueless roommate so none of that goodness… I’m so glad that both the eroticism and the beauty and sensuality came through. Thanks so much for all your love of the story and copious emoticons.



Stef – Thanks stef. Just started your new one. Very cute.



Velaingie – Tee hee glad to make you speechless. Hey, guess what you educated me about something… a friend of mine is dating a guy from Belgium and I wouldn’t have known it was a country near France if not for you so thanks for making me not seem like such a dummy (hmmm, I guess now I sound like a dummy here…).

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"War may be a necessary evil. But no matter how necessary it is always evil." - President Jimmy Carter after receiving the Nobel Peace Prize

[deixs]

HI Deb!



Thanks for reading my new fic!!!



Stef

Willow: Hey, clothes!

Tara: Better not get used to 'em.

Willow: Yes ma'm

[JustSkipIt]

Title – W/T Season 3 Y’all – part 40 – Y’all Come Back Now Ya’hear



Author– JustSkipit - Debra



E-mail – debraser@yahoo.com



Feedback – Yes please.



Spoilers–Season 3 through Amends



Rating– Part 40 – R



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.



Thoughts in italics!





Tara finished toweling off her hair and brushed through it quickly before dressing. Picking up her books and notebooks, she checked her watch before moving down the stairs and out of the dorm to the library. As she settled into a chair to open her Biology book, an envelope fell out onto her other belongings.



She recognized Willow’s handwriting at once. The redhead was in her calculus exam for which she had studied on the train and once they returned to school. Both girls had completed their History and English exams. Tara had only Biology left and Willow had only her independent study math project remaining. A smile gracing her face, she opened the envelope and began to read. In the upper margin and running along the right side of the letter in purple pen Willow had written: I’m going to put this in your biology book so you will find it while you are studying and I’m in my calculus exam. I know you will do great.



Tara my love,



I’m sitting on the train purportedly studying for my calculus exam. But that’s not what I’m doing. I’m really watching you sleep. Somehow I can’t take my eyes off you. You are curled up in the seat next to me and your hair is spilling across your forehead and down one cheek. The sun coming through the window glints off the strands of your hair and as we pass a sign or overpass pillar, a shadow quickly envelops you and I can imagine it’s night again but moments later I see the sun in your hair and daytime cradles us.



The only thing keeping my fingertips from straying across your cheek and lips is my awareness of how badly you need your sleep. I see and feel you like this: in pain and hurting because of your love for others, and while I remember once suggesting that you not use your gift because of the price you pay, I would gladly take this pain from you if I could.



When I held you in your room a month ago, I felt you in my arms and knew the level of love and compassion you had for everyone you encountered. That day I whispered my love for you into your sleep. Did you hear it? Did you feel it? Did you know it? Did your heart spark at my voice and call back?



You move in your sleep and your pain moans quietly. I am supposed to be studying calculus so I begin to add: the foal, your grandmother, my head, my head again, the kids including poor Xander, Oz’s guitar. And those are just the ones I know about. And your brother? Your father? The horses at school? Other students? My head and heart spin to think of all the love and healing you share. I love you for every breath you take and spell you cast to heal the world.



You saw me sleep so long before I had the honor of seeing you. You saw me sleep in the truck minutes after we met. But I never saw your innocent beauty until Flowers for Algernon. And for that I say you were more lucky. But I got to hold you the first time and that was a gift to me. It is a gift each time I hold you and always will be.



I’m looking at the drawings you made in Sunnydale. That first time I saw your art and you wouldn’t let me look, I wanted so badly to see them. I prayed and hoped that someday you would trust me enough to share it with me and wondered how I could ever earn that trust. I also remember the feeling of your body against mine under that tree. Oh Goddess. If I hadn’t already known that I was attracted to you, that day sent me a telegraph: “Willow Rosenberg stop. Look at her lips stop. They look so soft stop.”



This book of pictures is like a journal isn’t it? The first section shows your family. I love the one of your aunt and Grandmother singing carols and of Donnie riding. Of course, the one of me … I hope you won’t be putting that in a show. Well, ok you can always do what you want with your beautiful art. Then the Sunnydale pictures are amazing. You capture it all so powerfully. Faith’s power and rage, Buffy’s search for meaning, Giles as he vacillates between Ripper and Giles, Xander, Cordelia, everyone. It’s all fantastic. I saw the drawing you left for Joyce of Buffy. That is a beautiful gift my love. You are so generous and it makes me proud of you.



Looking at your drawings makes me wonder if I should keep a journal. But I can just imagine:



January 6, 1999: Tara is the most beautiful creature on the planet. I can’t believe how amazing she is. I love her so much.



January 7, 1999: Those eyes are amazing. I’ve never seen anything so blue. Goddess, I just want to run my fingers through her hair.



January 8, 1999: Tara & Willow. Willow & Tara. Tara Rose Maclay. Willow Rosenberg. Oh Goddess.



And years from now I would read it and say “well duh. Of course she is the most amazing creature on the planet.”



Do you remember when you came to my room to give me the tour and asked about the picture of Oz, Buffy, Xander, and Cordelia? And I was speechless? I was looking at your ass and it confused me and scared me. You were so sexy and I remember I couldn’t understand the heat I felt rising in my body as I couldn’t take my eyes off you. I had to remember to breathe in and out. It was like the air and sound had left the room and you said something and I couldn’t even understand for the blood rushing in my ears.



Maybe what I’m writing doesn’t make any sense. Maybe I’m rambling as I do when I speak and not getting to the point. So I need a thesis sentence. Here it is: I love you Tara Maclay. I Willow Rosenberg love you with every fiber of my being. I love you every second of the day and twice every second of the night. In my sleep I dream of you, of your voice and your eyes, your touch and your scent. That scent. Your scent keeps me awake at night as I rub my nose into your soft skin and breathe you in. As I pass my fingers under my nose to once again catch you on my skin.



Your perfection bubbles and flows over and through me when we share our love. My heart can’t tell the difference between my fingers gliding through your wetness and you taking me in your own. Between my mouth and tongue coated in your sweetness and your warm breath coaxing my climax from my body or your fingers guiding me back from unbelievable pleasure. I will never tire of the tenderness of your kiss.



I build a dream of our future in the day just as I revel in our present every night. In my dreams we live in a small farmhouse so you can have horses. Do you want dogs? Cats? Goats and pigs? I have an office fully wired so I can work from home. Do you want an office at home? Our bedroom is on the second floor with a queen-sized four-poster bed. It has a warm quilt and four pillows piled at the head. Dare I say it: little Becky and William keep sneaking in in the mornings to wake us before we want to leave the warmth of our slumber. We hear them giggling from the doorway and invite them onto the bed and they crawl under the covers so we can tickle them.



I step back to our now. We are sitting on this train as it rockets forward and we’ve crossed the border into Texas. And there’s the irony of writing. I’m writing this now and in my now, we’ve just entered the state and you are sleeping. But in your now, you are sitting in the library or maybe your room reading this letter. And you look up and there I am. Look up my love and you will always find me here.



Yours Willow



Refolding the note, Tara felt fingers brushing through her hair and turned to give Willow a kiss. “Wow,” she exclaimed indicating the letter. “How did your calculus test go love?”



Sitting down and handing her lover a cup of coffee, Willow smiled, “it went great.” Both girls settled down to study for their last tests, occasionally taking breaks for coffee, food, or conversation.

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"War may be a necessary evil. But no matter how necessary it is always evil." - President Jimmy Carter after receiving the Nobel Peace Prize

[MissQuirky]

You don't know how much I loved that update! Deb that was absolutely wonderful, once again you had my heart at a pitter patter! Willow's letter *sigh* beautiful. I loved the description of the sleeping Tara on the train. I loved it all really but thats just one part that came to mind... oh I also loved, hehe, the part where Willow expressed her dream of the future... lovely! And then there was the 'if Willow had a journal what her entries would be like' part, which was too cute! Then the end, I loved how Willow arrived right when Tara completed it! The whole thing was amazing, thank you Deb! Looking forward to the next one...



~Ashley~

Edited by: MissQuirky at: 2/21/03 4:25:29 pm

[Penrose Orleans]

Great update-- it's wonderful to hear Willow's words, especially when they're so pure and full of affection... I know that she really cares when I read that, and it makes me happy, so think of lucky Tara! You've done an excellent job with this fic, and I wanted to let you know that, since good authors must be complimented as often as possible! --Nora

"No matter how much we scorn it, kitsch is an integral part of the human condition."-Milan Kundera

"The real hero is always a hero by mistake; he dreams of being an honest coward like everybody else." -Umberto Eco

[sheila wt]

Goddess, that was so beautiful!



Everything Willow wrote is so true to their story together, to their love. It's amazing that you could put such unique and strong feelings in words, extremely believable and touching words. That's not an easy task at all. Congrats, sweetie!

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"She had tasted Willow on her tongue, and she had worn Willow on her skin. There wasn't a shower in the world that could have washed that away." (Terra Firma, by Tulipp)

[The Rose24]

WOW. The letter is so beautiful because it is like the first 39 parts condensed into one place. We are shown W/T's journey all over again. Their future is looking bright as well. You never cease to amaze me.



BTW, I am so glad they are back in Texas.

Tara: My heart doesn't stutter.


Tara: Willow, I got so lost.

Willow: I found you. I will always find you.

Edited by: The Rose24  at: 3/1/03 9:49:32 pm

[Cindy Lou Who]

...to clone your "Romantic" gene. This last made me smile in warm reflection.



In one of your recent responses you wrote that it's difficult to be romantic when travel means separation. And then...you go and prove your deft understanding of how to get it done! And you further convince me that a little sincere planning goes a long way.



It's not all about flowers and bon-bons in a heart-shaped box. It's a short note slipped furtively into a compact; a dog-eared photo catching a loving glance that mysteriously replaces the bookmark in this month's John Grisham; a silly 'in-joke' trinket left dangling from the car's radio dial (that had a pine tree shaped air freshener there before you left )...



...and as you've so aptly shown: it's a thoughtful and trusting (and a bit lusting) letter that speaks of past and present and future and left in a biology book during stress-time test-time.



You get me some way every time. You got me big time here. I hope you're able to return soon and safe to your heart and home.



^^^Suse

Edited by: Cindy Lou Who at: 2/21/03 8:37:06 pm

[xita]

oh , willow can be so romantic. I really liked that retrospective , hind sight thing she's doing. It shows Tara just how deep her feelings are and how confused she was. Great update!

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Baby you make my love come down

Oh you make my love come down

Make it come all the way down -
Evelyn Champagne King

[deixs]

Hi Deb!



That was so romantic!

Who would have thought that Willow could write something like that?????



Stef

Willow: Hey, clothes!

Tara: Better not get used to 'em.

Willow: Yes ma'm

[Bubblecath]

wow that was such a beautiful update!

Willows letter was so romantic! How do you do it!?

Oh man - just in the nick of time too! as an addict i was starting to get withdrawal symptoms!

Thank you!

Cath x

[Vampivy]

Hey Debra. Long time no write feedback. From the looks of it I missed the entire trip to Sunnydale. But let me tell you that after catching up, this trip was fun to say the least. It started with a bang, to Willow’s head no less. Poor baby .



Chapter 30 - See I told ya. Train trips can be very cool .

Chapter 31 – That was a nice hello kick to the head. Interesting to see how the Hellmouth affected Tara. Seemed it added a little boost to her powers.

Chapter 32 – The fact that Willow literally got caught with her hand down her pants was so funny . Is it the same as getting your hand caught in the cookie jar? Hmm…

Faith really knows how to rub people the wrong way. Faith, rubbing, damn let me get back to you on that one.

Chapter 33 – Well now, I guess Tara doesn’t stutter when she screams. But we already knew that. And what a great reminder that was. Ahem.

Chapter 34 - Damn Buffy and her slayer hearing.

Apparently highly inebriated people can still hear very well, as well. I found out the hard way . It was nice of Buffy not to point out the obvious though.

And finally, the big Scooby reunion at the bronze. Can’t we just blame that whole mess on Faith.

Chapter 35 – This by far was the funniest chapter yet.

Oz and his guitar, Xander being tortured by Faith and Buffy, Cordelia and her tea party and my favorite Giles “Ripper/Tweed-boy” making out with Joyce. I was laughing so hard and the happy meal thing just pushed me over the edge.

I loved the little revelation about the rings. That was so cool to see how there connection keeps growing.

Chapter 36 – Hey, no fair . What’s with all the favors. I mean I would’ve called it even for the way they were acting before that little fiasco with the kids spell. Ok, so Faith was the major instigator. But let’s face it they were acting like, well Kids.

Joyce was so cool about letting the girls continue sleeping in the same room with the door open. Totally understood.

Chapter 37 – The Sunnydale date was so beautiful. Very romantic too. Willow taking Tara to the beach was so sweet. Ooh and the sushi and sake was nice. Hmm… Gotta try those some day. It ended perfect. Can’t wait for “The Matrix Reloaded”

Chapter 38 – Willow’s dream was very cryptic. Sort of like “Built it and they will come”. Hey, maybe I’m just dense. Tara’s dream, hmm… Definitely can’t wait to see how all this unfolds. Felt kinda sad for Will with her mom’s call and all. I would have slipped into a full blown panic. Late night phone calls rarely are good news .

Chapter 39 – It amazes me how you continue to show how beautiful Willow and Tara are together. How they fit so perfect. It breaks my heart to know that there are hurts that they can’t ever make disappear for each other. But the process to help other ease the pain will forever mean more. Beautiful Debra . Absolutely Beautiful update . **sniffles** . “Do you think this is what it will be like when we…” Willow allowed her question to trail off at the end. Brushing her thumb along Willow’s jaw line the blonde asked, “w-w-when we what love?” Willow looked around the kitchen indicating the space with her hands as she slowly answered, “you know… when we … later…?” Without stilling the hand moving along her lover’s skin Tara looked into Willow’s green eyes and said, “better” before hugging the smaller woman to her body." **Smiles**

Chapter 40 – Oh Debra. Willow’s letter was amazing. The way she expressed herself was incredible. It made me cry, but that’s ok. I needed a good cry. “Look up my love and you will always find me here.”



Well Debra it seems I missed out on a whole lot. It’s been a pleasure catching up. I will try not to make it a habit, coming in all late. Life had a funny way of reminding you how cruel it can be sometimes. I just wasn’t expecting it to hurt too much.

On a personal note. Thank you for your kind words about my grandmother and I hope you mom is feeling better. Sorry to hear this year didn’t start on a good note for you. Here I thought I was lucky cause it wasn’t so bad for me. The year started ok then all of a sudden, not so cool. Here’s hoping things get better for all of us.

Kind and positive thoughts for you and your loved ones.



Patty

[Stroke of Luck]

Oh Godness!!!!

That was such a lovely letter, I want to have one too



Can´t wait to read the next part



Cu

SoL/Natti



Man sieht nur mit dem Herzen gut, das Wesentliche ist für die Augen unsichtbar - Antoine de Saint-Exupéry

[littlecrazy80]

The letter was wonderful!

I loved how Willow described the sleeping Tara and her love for her. That was really amazing.



*lil´c*



Unter den Blinden ist der Einäugige König.

[Grimaldi]

that was a lovely update the letter was so sweet

You can't just go declaring shenanigans on innocent people, that's how wars get started!
I'm not stealing, I'm just taking things without paying for them. In what twisted dictionary is that stealing?
Did you just say the 'F' word?

[samiamiguess]

*wipes tear from eye* what a wonderfully touching update Debra. You know just how to remind a girl that love should never be taken for granted. That your love should be told how you feel, even if they know it.



OT my mission this week is to find time to read 'Turned'. I've read updates here and there but never had the chance to go back and read them fully in context. So I aim to rectify this since I enjoy your writing so much. Apologies that it comes at such a late stage of the story, i.e. pretty much when you've finished it!



Anyway, kudos for the romanticism here. Just what the doctor ordered and gratefully received. (Lets just say the warm fuzzies may be to the benefit of others )

Sonya

Edited by: samiamiguess at: 2/23/03 1:09:11 pm

[JustSkipIt]

Ashley – I’m so glad you liked the letter. So far very positive responses but no surprise there. And so glad for all the different parts you liked so much: description of Tara, Willow’s dream, everything. Thanks for writing and being first to comment.



Nora –

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You've done an excellent job with this fic, and I wanted to let you know that, since good authors must be complimented as often as possible!

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Wow and thank you so much. I love the compliments and am glad that the Kittens like my writing. I’m trying to play with different narrative styles so this one was really fun for me to write. Thanks.



sheila wt – Wow and thank you so much. This is a great day for my ego. I’m glad you liked the letter. It came very easy to me.



The Rose24 – Yeah, to tell the truth, I’m glad they’re home too. Some “fun” stuff coming up including some stuff people have been calling for and some surprises (I hope). That’s a cool way of thinking about the letter: that it’s the first 39 parts in one.



Suze –

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It's not all about flowers and bon-bons in a heart-shaped box. It's a short note slipped furtively into a compact; a dog-eared photo catching a loving glance that mysteriously replaces the bookmark in this month's John Grisham; a silly 'in-joke' trinket left dangling from the car's radio dial (that had a pine tree shaped air freshener there before you left

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When will you be gracing us with some of your writing? That is beautiful and I love it. Such a great thought. Yeah, I love the little romantic touches. A bag of plain m&ms always gets me. And thanks for the thoughts. I’m home happy, safe, and sound.



Xita – Very retrospective. Always a fun thing to do in a relationship isn’t it? But also I’m playing around with it trying to still learn to really write. What if I write a part in 2 pov? What if I write a letter that tells you what already happened? What if I tell you what is about to happen? I’m considering some strange stuff for my next piece in terms of narrative flow and fluidity and trying to make it an exercise. I’m glad it’s working.



Stef – Well, I’d think she could. She’s totally romantic. Thanks for reading.



cath – I’m sorry the update took longer than usual. I had it written but had trouble getting a chance to post it. RL inteferes sometimes. Also am alternating updates with Turned and Y’all until Turned is finished so that put some off. Glad you liked.



Patty – Wow you were way behind but hope you enjoyed the catching up. I’m glad you liked the humour of part 35. I was definitely trying for it there. I don’t have the time to comment on all your comments but thank you for reading and for your extensive thoughts. I always love reading them. Positive thoughts back to you.



Natti – Sounds like lots of orders for more letters all around. Everyone wants one but only Tara gets one. But we can all live vicariously.



littlecrazy80 – Thanks a ton.



Grimaldi – Glad you liked the sweetness.



Sonya – Glad you liked the romance and hope your SO appreciates it too I hope you enjoy Turned. One part and it is done. Like a little child I send off to college…

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"War may be a necessary evil. But no matter how necessary it is always evil." - President Jimmy Carter after receiving the Nobel Peace Prize

[Velaingie]

That was one of the sweetest letter that I have read. That was really . Well done.

Bye

Velaingie



PS: Glad that I could help you with my tiny little country.

[AntigoneUnbound]

Debra--I realized that I had two updates to enjoy, and enjoy them I most certainly did.



First of all, the love scene in Chapter 39 was, um...evocative, to say the least. I think the gymnastics in the bed qualify as one of the hottest things I've read on this board, and as you know, that's saying something! I love how your sensual elements are always linked to the emotions behind them. You can write really hot, steamy scenes in which people are saying and thinking just delightfully raw things and yet they don't feel dirty in the bad way. (Gotta love that good dirty, dontcha?) I also loved Tara's inner musings as she realizes anew the full extent of her giving herself to Willow. I thought that this chapter did a wonderful job of underscoring the role of trust and commitment b/w these two, with the backdrop of Willow's parents having all but abandoned her with regard to emotional presence.



Chapter 40, as so many people have already told you, was just so beautiful. The letter was so moving, and I loved the backdrop it gave. I'm a sucker for "remember when?" moments, and this was a nummy treat for that reason. I also love reading Willow's writing, because it's a different voice for her, so in contrast to the endearing but very pressured, often jumbled manner of her speech. This spelled out everything with a lovely, measured pace that let us make new and greater sense of Willow's inner world.



Excellent work, Debra, as always.



Mary

[JustSkipIt]

Velaingie – I’m so glad you liked the letter. It just kind of flowed out. Tee hee about helping about Belgium. I hope my friend likes this guy but I can’t tell. I like what I know of him.



Mary – Wow and also wow to your wonderful words. I’m glad that what I’m trying to communicate through the parallel of the sensual act and the loving connection is coming through. And yes, I totally understand about the “good dirty.” Making love/sex can vary in so many ways in terms of mood and meaning and intensity and rawness. It’s a beautiful and amazing thing. Yes yes yes you totally got my meaning re: trust & commitment. (more to come soon on that too).

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I'm a sucker for "remember when?" moments

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Hmmm, a response to a certain smut fic challenge comes to mind about that… As you point out, it was fun to write Willow’s letter and get to use a different Willow-voice, one which doesn’t babble so but which expresses her dreams and passion just as vociferously. Thanks for reading and commenting.

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"War may be a necessary evil. But no matter how necessary it is always evil." - President Jimmy Carter after receiving the Nobel Peace Prize

[JustSkipIt]

Title – W/T Season 3 Y’all – part 41 – Courage



Author– JustSkipit - Debra



E-mail – debraser@yahoo.com



Feedback – Yes please.



Spoilers–Season 3 through Amends



Rating– Part 41 – NC-17



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.



Disclaimery Note – How do I say this? Hmmm. I don’t know nothin about birthin no babies. No wait that’s not it. Oh, I know. I don’t know nothin about riding no horses. I know there are horses. I know you get on them and get them to go and stop. That’s about the limit. Then there’s the thought of research. Hmmm: I could spend my time researching or writing. Guess which I choose. All a long way to say: excuse any stupidity or offensive lack of horsey knowledge contained herein. Any similarities between this part and actual horse riding are purely coincidental.



Thoughts in italics!







Tara finished putting up the fresh hay. It was the end of the first week of the semester and everything had gone by quickly. Upon their return both girls had to study for all their exams and then complete the tests. The only advantage to that pressure was that they did not have to attend the full schedule of classes during exams and had more time to study.



Then the new semester started. Tara was still trying to catch up on the work hours she missed while out of town. Additionally, she found that no one who might fill in ever did as thorough a job with the horses as she did so there was plenty to be done down at the barn. Her teaching load was slightly increased as more students wanted to try riding in the springtime and four new students who had never ridden before took a lot of attention. Before classes started, she had tried to encourage Willow to make it five new students but the redhead was now embarrassed about her fear and wouldn’t join the class.



On the other hand, while Willow was too embarrassed to take Tara’s riding class, Tara now found herself in the somewhat enviable position of seeing her love teach from the position of a student. Computer skills were a requirement of all graduates and although Tara had put off the course previously, not due to any fear or inability to learn but just due to timing, she now found herself in Willow’s basic computer skills class. After completing exams, the girls had met with Ms. Geller to ensure that the administrator did not see a conflict of interest in the situation. She had felt that as long as the girls acted appropriately and professionally, there was no problem. While they appreciated the confidence, neither girl failed to notice her pointed indication that she “knew” they would act professionally. Of course the administrator’s position was somewhat solidified by the fact that Willow was her only choice to teach with Ms. Benson still out. To this point, reviews of the redhead’s teaching had been glowing and she was aware that it had been a very good choice to involve the girl in putting her considerable teaching skills to use.



As Tara glanced at her watch she headed quickly from the barn, expecting to see Willow standing outside the corral as she had once before. And standing there, she found… no one. Willow wasn’t standing where Tara expected her and the blonde’s heart fell. This was to be the day, the day that Willow would get near a horse, the day that she would touch a horse, the day that she would ride a horse.



It had taken Tara by shock Wednesday night when Willow brought it up. The two women were lying entwined in bed, Tara’s body still trembling from her most recent orgasm as Willow trailed her fingertips over the blonde’s skin. As Tara attempted to regain the ability to breathe regularly and think in complete sentences, Willow had asked, “can I come ride with you this weekend?”



“W-w-wow, I think I came so hard I lost my hearing,” Tara gasped. “D-d-did you just say something about riding?”



Willow leaned up on her elbow looking at her lover and smiling: “Well, I’ve been thinking about it and I know you would really love it and we could share it together and everything and more importantly, I’m starting to wonder how scared I should be of horses when you came with me to visit the hellmouth and fight vampires and everything and maybe that’s scarier and ok babbling now and well?”



Tara didn’t push the conversation; she just kissed her lover gently and nodded, hugging her body tightly. But now she wasn’t there and it wasn’t like her to be late. Tara began walking back toward the dorms noting other students she passed on the way. Near the school, she found the redhead sitting under a large tree. Without speaking, Tara sat down next to her and took Willow’s hand in her own.



“I got scared,” Willow whispered.



Tara leaned against the tree and pulled her lover’s body close. Taking a breath, she was about to speak without knowing what to say. And instead heard herself start to sing. The song was one that her mother used to sing when she was a child, about courage and how you can do anything, even the smallest child.



When she finished the song Willow asked, “are we going to ride Chestnut?”



Tara smiled as she answered, “definitely. I’ve been telling her about you. She’d be hurt if I let someone else take us.”



The two girls stood and began walking toward the stables. Willow teetered on the edge of conflicting emotions. Part of her felt enthusiasm and excitement for this, her first horse ride and the first time to share this with Tara. The other side battled for supremacy with terror and visions of huge arm-biting horses, ponies, zebras, donkeys, and unicorns floating across her minds-eye. The creatures had flared nostrils and white foam crusted at the corners of their toothy mouths as they rampaged the fields of her mind, crashing and clashing together in bloody battle. Their hooves churned the earth, breaking apart both grass and stone with their powerful feet, feet which displayed torn and tattered skin from the intensity of their battle. Shivering from the power of her vision, Willow clasped her lover’s hand and arm and snuggled closer as they walked.



Tara could clearly feel the conflicting emotions running through her girlfriend. She was tempted to use her magical power to assuage the obvious terror. On the other hand, she wanted Willow to feel that fear so that when she actually interacted with the horses, it would show her that she had overcome that fear. Tara didn’t want to invalidate a fear that the redhead had obviously held for so long. On the other hand, she didn’t want the other woman to be effectively crippled by her fear.



While she was not as vocal or open about it, Tara harbored similar dreams to the one that Willow had so beautifully expressed in her letter. Of course she dreamed of their life together after school. Of a life lived in a small farmhouse like the one Willow pictured, surrounded by animals including horses. And her dream included Willow around and near and on and riding those horses. Although the blonde knew she could not push her girlfriend, she wanted her to learn to accept and even eventually love riding so that they could share the experience.



Fortunately Tara’s teaching experience did supply her with ample opportunities to work with students who held a fear of horses. While Willow was definitely the most severe of these cases that she had encountered, she believed that some of the techniques she had developed in working with other students would be applicable. She began by telling Willow a little about the environment they would encounter: “Chestnut is in her stall as are all the other h-h-horses. She’s been fed and I rode her a little this morning. No one else is down at the s-s-stables today, or at least they haven’t been there yet.” Willow nodded and Tara continued, “when we get there, I will go and get her and b-bring her to the corral.”



Willow was somewhat comforted by Tara’s words and reassuring energy. She felt enough better that she assumed the blonde was using magic to make her feel that way. Looking up, she realized that they had reached the corral. After giving her a quick hug, the blonde entered the barn. Willow stood there shaking and watching Tara walk away. She couldn’t believe that she was actually doing this: in minutes she might be petting a horse or even riding on one. She was filled with terror and excitement all at the same time. And Tara was walking away from her and into the barn. She watched the blonde as she strode confidently and unmistakably sexily into the structure. The boots, which raised her heel, and the jeans, which displayed her assets, as usual accented her ass and legs. The redhead remembered the first time she noticed Tara’s gorgeous ass in her room and had stared at it losing her breath and rational and thought and had fought to control herself. These days she made no such effort but indulged herself in what could only be described as ogling her girlfriend every chance she could. Of course a more close exploration of that luscious ass would be even better but … Back to the terror at hand.



She took a deep breath to continue to calm herself as Tara walked slowly from the stable leading Chestnut. No expert on horses, Willow had nonetheless seen Tara ride once and had seen enough photographs and drawings of the animal to recognize it immediately. It almost seemed that the horse assessed and nodded toward the redhead as she allowed Tara to lead her closer to the corral fence. Tara loosely looped Chestnut’s lead around the top beam of the surround before lithely climbing over onto Willow’s side. Taking Willow’s hand, she asked quietly, “would you like to pet her love?”



As the redhead nodded, Tara took a few steps backward, closer to the enclosure and the horse standing calmly at the edge of the corral. As Tara moved so did Willow and before she knew it, the redhead was standing within arms’ reach of the horse. Tara gently maneuvered her body so that she stood directly behind her lover, not pressing forward but providing a soft physical contact for support. As she did so, she shifted her hold on her lover’s hands so that her left hand wrapped itself loosely around Willow’s hip while her other held her right hand.



OH MY GOD! I’m standing feet from this horse and OH MY GOD it’s not biting me or trying or anything. Willow’s heart raced wildly and her mind flew at a speed unheard of even for her. Look at the way its hair covers its face and it is looking at me. Oh Goddess, it just moved. Is it thinking of biting me? She almost felt like running but could feel Tara’s body and arms holding her loosely and lovingly. The feel of her hand on my hip and her body pressed against mine is almost worth this. Willow attempted to contend with the conflicting emotions pouring through her as her fear battled the unmistakable excitement coursing through her skin. She could feel Tara’s hot breath on the back of her neck and her breasts pressing just under the smaller woman’s shoulder blades. The fingers on her hip felt like hot iron through the material of Willow’s jeans and she almost moaned into the feeling. The joining of their hands created an electric sensation for both women.



So concentrated was she on the feel of Tara’s body pressed up against hers that Willow didn’t even notice as the blonde raised their hands and began stroking Chestnut on the bridge of her nose. Suddenly, she realized that her fingers were touching the soft hair on the nose of a very large horse. She released the breath that she didn’t even know she was holding as she stroked Chestnut’s face along with Tara. Entranced, the redhead continued stroking the horse as she noted that Tara had released her hand. Moments later she again felt Tara’s hand in hers, this time pressing a small cube into her palm. Tara released her hand and reached hers out toward the horse, flattening her hand and allowing the horse to take a sugar cube from her palm. Willow gulped loudly as she imagined the animal ravaging Tara’s hand, taking the cube, fingers, and bones down to the wrist in one bite, leaving only a bloody stump where her lovely hand had been. Even as she felt the terror of that vision, she watched the horse dart out its tongue to take the cube from the blonde’s hand and quickly retract it.



Tara slowly pulled her hand back so that it rested on Willow’s wrist. Softly she began to raise Willow’s hand toward Chestnut to allow the horse to take the sugar cube. As she did so, she was eminently aware of Willow’s reactions. If the redhead had shown more than the slightest hesitation, she would have stopped. However, the smaller woman surprised her by actually flattening her hand on her own and advancing it toward the horse to allow it to take the sugar from her hand. Feeling the horse’s tongue lapping out to take the cube and brushing her palm and fingers she actually smiled. As she continued looking into the horse’s eyes, she again placed her hand on the bridge of Chestnut’s nose to pet it again. “I love you,” she heard Tara whisper in her ear as she dropped her hold on the redhead’s hand entirely.



Turning the redhead to face her Tara looked deeply into her green eyes before asking, “are you ready to ride her love?” She could see the fear in Willow’s face but was reassured as the girl nonetheless nodded. Tara leaned in and kissed her lover softly and was surprised by the passion with which the girl kissed her back. The smaller woman pressed her mouth tightly against Tara’s, opening both with her lips and darting her tongue deeply inside the blonde’s mouth. Tara moaned in surprise as she felt the simultaneous sensation of Willow’s mouth pressed so tightly and forcefully against her own and the smaller woman’s arms wrapped around her, her hands caressing her ass thoroughly. Reacting quickly to the surprising passion with which their kiss grew, the blonde sucked the tip of Willow’s tongue in her mouth eliciting a moan in response.



Willow pulled her lips away from her lover’s mouth to run it along her collarbone and up her neck before nibbling on her ear. She growled into Tara’s ear: “I want you,” and heard a whimper from the taller woman in response.



Tara mirrored her lover’s movement along her bare skin, playfully nipping and more roughly biting Willow’s neck at the jugular before whispering in her ear: “and you my love. But patience is a virtue…” With that she pulled away and climbed onto the fence and into the enclosure to untie Chestnut and walk a few feet from the fence.



At Tara’s motion, Willow climbed tentatively onto the fence and relaxed on the top. Tara explained, “I’m going to lead Chestnut over there and I want you to climb onto her back. I won’t let go of her lead. You can sit there for a minute and stroke her neck. Then I’ll climb on behind you. Ok?” This was truly the moment of truth for both girls. If Willow climbed onto the horse, Tara believed the hardest part was over. If not, she would start the next time at a more terrified space than ever before: if there was a next time. Not pushing, Tara waited patiently for her lover to make any answer.



Willow sat atop the corral fence astir in emotions. Here she was, moments from climbing onto the back of a horse. She had already done more than she ever expected by petting the horse and feeding it the cube of sugar. She felt proud of her courage. And somehow, more strongly than that, she was amazed at the way her body felt. She always felt aroused around her lover. But this… who knew that fear could heighten the senses so much? Even as she first saw the horse and felt the terror, she was overwhelmed by the unmistakable wetness flooding her. She knew that her panties were completely soaked from the fear and passion of the experience. Oh Goddess, when she climbed onto the horse, her center would press right into the saddle and the what is that thing called? Pommel? I’m going to come on a horse?



Tara continued patiently watching her girlfriend watching the horse. The smaller woman allowed her emotions to pass across her features as she looked from the horse to the blonde. She’s not scared anymore. Or she is but it’s… That look… Oh Goddess! Tara recognized the unmistakable signs of her lover’s arousal as Willow’s cheeks flushed with red and her nipples strained at her bra and through her thin shirt. I can’t wait to take those in my mouth she smiled to herself. Finally the redhead nodded.



Tara led Chestnut slowly next to the fence so that Willow could reach out and touch the animal. And the redhead did just that; she slowly stroked Chestnut along her neck. At Tara’s direction, she slowly swung one leg over the horse and shifting her weight, found herself sitting on a horse! To her complete shock, the ground did not open up and swallow her, nor did Chestnut turn around and bite a large chunk of her leg off, nor did the animal begin frantically bucking and writing attempting to knock her against the ground before stomping her into the dirt and mud. Rather, Chestnut stood very still and calm as Willow sat in stupefied silence on the saddle.



Oh Goddess! I’m sitting on a horse. Wow! I can’t believe this! she thought excitedly. Had the redhead analyzed her emotions, she would have realized that she wasn’t even feeling fear at the moment, just excitement. Excitement and… well there was that sensation of the pommel pressing against her very wet center. Goddess, this is what it feels like when she rides? Lucky Tara. Lucky horse! Lucky saddle! The redhead felt the color rising in her cheeks as they blushed. She made eye contact with Tara, wondering if the blonde knew what she was thinking and feeling.



Sitting there wondering about her lover’s responses, Willow watched as Tara smoothly lifted one foot into the stirrup and before Willow could even speak, the blonde sat behind her on the horse. She had moved so quickly and fluidly that the redhead could hardly believe that she now sat behind her on the horse, her own center pressed to Willow’s ass. The redhead let out a low groan as Tara leaned forward whispering in her ear: “feels good doesn’t it baby?” As she spoke the blonde trailed one hand slowly along the outside of the redhead’s leg.



“Y-y-yes,” Willow choked out, sputtering now not from fear but from excitement. As she concentrated on the sensations flooding her body, she noted that the horse had started to move slowly forward. “Oh Goddess, she’s moving Tara,” she blurted out stupidly. Or at least she thought it was a stupid thing to say as soon as the words had left her mouth. So stupid in fact, that she would have slapped her hands over her mouth if she were not holding on to the pommel for dear life as Chestnut moved forward toward the opening of the corral.



“What do you say we take a short tour of the fields love?” Tara asked gently. Tara felt the redhead nod silently as she leaned slightly back against her lover. As the blonde urged her mount forward a little more quickly, she held Willow with the insides of her arms, allowing her to feel the safety and comfort of her loving embrace. After exiting the corral, the two women rode in silence for a while.



Tara was conscious of Willow’s breathing and the tension in her body and she kept Chestnut mostly to a walk, occasionally allowing a trot. She smiled as she felt how Willow’s tension as they entered the trot was quickly replaced by her enjoyment of the vibration of the animal under her and against her center. No stranger herself to the feeling of a horse bouncing under her legs and against her center, Tara smiled as she felt Willow enjoying this aspect of the ride. hey, anything that increases the chance of her coming out here again she smiled to herself.



While Tara allowed her arms to brush along the sides of Willow’s breasts frequently, she resisted the temptation to allow her hand to stray to the certainly damp crotch of the redhead’s jeans. She would have enjoyed loving her girlfriend here and now but also wanted Willow to be fully present for this, her first ride. There was certainly plenty of time later for more adventurous riding for both girls. After about half an hour, she made a wide turn to return to the stable. Willow was doing very well relaxing into the ride and Tara didn’t want to push it. Also, she knew that the redhead would be very sore from her first ride and wanted to minimize her discomfort as much as possible.



If asked, Willow would have had a hard time expressing her feelings throughout the ride. Her initial trepidation had been replaced by a few overwhelming emotions. First was the incredible level of safety and comfort she felt with Tara. The openness and trust she was sharing was perhaps greater than any she had ever shared with the blonde and certainly with any one else. For a few moments, she wondered if this was what it was like for Tara when they first made love. Not that it wasn’t incredibly vulnerable for Willow, but she knew that she had been ready to share that intimacy long before the blonde. But the next emotion, if it could be called that, was the all-encompassing passion and sexual excitement she felt. When the horse started going faster, kind of bumping up and down: oh Goddess! The feeling of that saddle against her soaking wet center made her crazy. A part of her wished that Tara would just reach around, unbutton her jeans, and … At the same time, she could feel Tara’s center pressing into her ass and imagined that it was just as wet as her own. She could feel the blonde’s hard nipples against her back. Each step taken by the horse elicited an almost groan from the redhead.



As they entered the corral once again, Willow could hardly contain her excitement and pride. She had displayed such courage! She had finally ridden on a horse. Not that she was going to be teaching riding any time soon, but she could actually imagine riding both on a horse with Tara and on her own horse but with Tara without being incapacitated by terror. She was almost sorry to end the ride as Tara led Chestnut next to the corral fence and allowed the smaller woman to climb onto the fence once again. Once Willow again sat firmly on the fence, Tara pressed a few more sugar cubes into her palm and the redhead eagerly offered them to the horse. Tara leaned in and placed a long deep kiss on her lover’s mouth before pulling back: “I love you Willow and I am so proud of you.” Tara didn’t think that Willow could smile any larger than she did at that moment and the blonde again leaned forward to embrace her lover in a tight hug.



“I’ll go put Chestnut in her s-s-stall and give her some feed and be right back ok?” Tara indicated. Willow nodded and Tara spurred the horse to take a faster trot around the corral once again before heading into the stable. Willow watched the blonde ride awash in pride and passion. that lucky horse! That lucky saddle. Look at her bounce along…



Tara dismounted as she entered the stable. She was somewhat surprised to have not seen any other students today, as usually someone wanted to ride on Saturday. Oh well, that was just as well as it allowed she and Willow to enjoy their experience in peace and quiet. And Willow did seem to have enjoyed it. As she unsaddled the horse and put her in her stall, she felt pride in Willow’s courage. The redhead had done very well with getting close to Chestnut and in riding. Tara blushed as she thought of the other enjoyment her lover had obviously experienced while riding. She could hardly wait to get back to the dorm and explore that reaction more closely. She closed the stall gate and turned toward the stable door. Suddenly she felt hands on her shoulders and a mouth pressing against her own.



Willow was clutching and kissing the blonde with overwhelming passion and lust, her tongue already in Tara’s mouth as the taller woman quickly responded to the surprise attack, wrapping her arms around Willow’s body. Willow moaned as she kissed Tara harder and harder. “I want you now Tara,” she moaned between and into kisses. If Tara had not been pressed against the door of the stable, her knees would have buckled as Willow quickly pressed her hand between her lover’s legs. As she did so, she felt warmth and wetness matching her own.



Pushing away from the door, Tara roughly shoved Willow backwards without breaking the kiss. Directly across from Chestnut’s stall was an empty stall with fresh hay and she directed the two girls into it before pulling shut the gate. Lifting slightly with one arm around Willow’s upper legs while pressing into the smaller girl, she felt both of them tumble backwards into the hay and pressed her body down onto her lover’s. Neither girl had broken the kiss for breathing or any other purpose since Willow had taken Tara and their hands fought to remove their clothing as quickly as possible.



Willow gave a hard tug and felt all the snaps on Tara’s shirt give as she rolled over to straddle the blonde. Not willing to take the time or effort to even remove her girlfriend’s bra, the redhead raised the cups before lowering her mouth to suck first one and then the other hard nipple into her mouth. Her mouth now free, Tara moaned and whimpered as she arched her back, pressing her hard nubs into her lover’s mouth. “Now baby,” she groaned into Willow’s ear. Immediately she felt the redhead unsnapping the buttons on her jeans and her warm fingers sliding into her panties.



“Goddess baby, you are so wet,” Willow growled as she played her fingertips between Tara’s soaking lips. Whimpering Tara raised her hips as she again captured the redhead’s reddened mouth with her own.



“Oh Goddess!” the blonde screamed out as Willow entered her with two fingers, her thumb pressing into Tara’s clit. As she thrust into Tara’s opening, she quickly raised herself onto her knees to straddle above her. Needing no invitation, Tara released the fastener on her lover’s jeans and pressed her hand immediately into Willow’s wetness. Both women moaned their enjoyment and need for release as their matching strokes increased in speed and intensity. With her free hand, Tara reached under Willow’s shirt to throw it over her head and into the corner of the stall. The blonde pressed her thumb into Willow’s clit as she ground her fingers inside of her writhing lover while caressing her breasts with her other hand. Dimly the thought flashed through her mind This has to be a world record for speed. She began to giggle from the incongruous thought and felt Willow joining her, unsure if the redhead was thinking the same thing or just enjoying the feeling of the movement.



Both women stilled their hands as they heard someone enter the stable. Oh Goddess! each thought as they looked at each other in stricken terror. Quickly extricating themselves, the rolled down onto the hay as if trying to hide. If they were lucky, the rider would get a horse quickly and leave the barn. They heard boot steps moving closer and closer to the stall as Willow motioned toward Tara’s shirt and mouthed her own question: “My shirt?” Tara looked around wildly before finding the garment over in the corner and pointing to it in horror.



“Courage. You can do this,” the heard a voice murmuring from a few doors down as they heard the visitor open the door to two stalls. Two stalls? That means two riders! Tara realized completely panicked. Willow pointed to the stall door and down the hall as she mouthed: “Who?”



“Michelle! Hey.” The identity of their visitor was answered as they heard the second rider enter the stable.



“I thought you were going to wait for me and I’d bring the horses?” Michelle answered.



“Well, I got tired of waiting,” the second girl explained. Now it was Tara’s turn to mouth her question: “who?” Willow shrugged her own confusion as the two witches snuggled closer together, attempting to attain some level of respectability if the two other girls should venture to this end of the barn. At least we’re at the end of the stable. There’s no reason for them to come down here except to see Chestnut Tara thought optimistically.



As the thought formed itself and flowed across her brain, she almost slapped herself on the forehead. Everyone knew that a thought like that could do nothing but cause itself to come true. As expected they heard Michelle’s voice: “So uh Eliza, you’ve never been down here. Do you want to see Tara’s horse? She’s beautiful, definitely the best horse here.” Now Tara recognized the second voice. Eliza was a sophomore transfer to the school this semester. She was one of Tara’s beginning riders but had shown a real interest in the horses. Moments later Willow and Tara saw the two girls come into sight. Fortunately they had their backs turned as they approached Chestnut’s stall door and looked at the beautiful animal.



Michelle stood slightly behind the other girl as she indicated the horse, “that’s her. Isn’t she beautiful?” As she lowered her hand, it brushed along Eliza’s sleeve. Michelle pulled her hand quickly back as if it has been burned as Willow and Tara watched the scene unfolding with embarrassment and amusement.



Eliza turned to slightly face the other girl as she looked into her eyes, “she’s beautiful but not the most beautiful thing here.”



“What? What?” Michelle stammered. By this time Willow and Tara both had their hands clasped over their mouths. Their eyes grew bigger as Eliza casually leaned forward softly kissing the other girl on the lips. The junior’s eyes displayed complete shock as she watched Eliza pull back.



“Well?” Eliza questioned coyly. Both witches felt like voyeurs, albeit unintentional, as Michelle didn’t answer verbally but leaned in to kiss the younger girl back once again. This kiss took longer and she gently stroked the other girl’s hand with her fingertips as she kissed her.



Taking Eliza’s hand in her own Michelle pulled back: “uh, so do you want to go ride?” She started to step forward as something caught the corner of her eye. Willow and Tara realized at the same instant that they were as caught as Michelle, no more caught as the redhead still had not managed to put on a shirt but covered herself by hiding behind Tara. The junior’s eyes bugged out as she took in the sight of the two women realizing instantly what they had been doing and also realizing that they had seen the two kisses between she and Eliza. A blush rose over her face as she looked back to Eliza.



“Not really. Can we just hang out here a little while?” the younger girl urged.



Glancing toward the two witches again, Michelle nodded but answered, “sure. But let’s go and walk the horses around the corral for a few minutes. They think we’re going to ride them now so we really should at least take them out.”



As the two younger girls exited the stable leading two horses, both witches rolled on the floor with laughter. As soon as they dressed, Willow pulled her girlfriend toward the back door of the stable: “come on love. Let’s not get interrupted this time.” Tara just nodded and smiled widely as they left the barn quickly.

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"War may be a necessary evil. But no matter how necessary it is always evil." - President Jimmy Carter after receiving the Nobel Peace Prize

[The Rose24]

I am so proud of Willow for finding the courage to get on the horse. Now, there will be another thing W/T can share together.



I am happy Michelle found someone who feels the same way about her. W/T couldn't even wait to get back to the dorm. That's why they got caught.



There is a question I have been wanting to ask you after I saw your thanks to Joss on the first page of your story. Did you like season six? I saw your praise to Joss. Just curious.

Tara: My heart doesn't stutter.


Tara: Willow, I got so lost.

Willow: I found you. I will always find you.

Edited by: The Rose24  at: 2/27/03 9:07:19 pm

[Bubblecath]

He he that was a great update!



Brave Willow for riding the horse!

and by the way, the stable thing- that was hot!!!

Thanks for the update

cath

xxx

[Grimaldi]

great update



i liked your description of Willow's fear of horses. the stable part was hot, and it was funny that they got caught.

You can't just go declaring shenanigans on innocent people, that's how wars get started!
I'm not stealing, I'm just taking things without paying for them. In what twisted dictionary is that stealing?
Did you just say the 'F' word?

[littlecrazy80]

Great update!

I loved how you described Willow´s fear of horses. Tara did a great job!

The getting caught in the stable was funny.



*lil´c*



Unter den Blinden ist der Einäugige König.

[Taras Shadow]

Debra!



Wow, you must forgive me, I've been bad for not leaving feedback. I have been reading and keeping up, well, I had a lot to read when I got home, but wow.



Willow found the courage to ride Chestnut with Tara. It's so great that she put all her courage into the trust and love she has for Tara. That's the way I see it. So so beautiful.



It's been quite a journey for W/T and wow, it's so great that you share their unconditional love and loving relatioship with us. Thank you.



~Holly~



Candy Apple Red Baby?

Very.

Nummay...

[AntigoneUnbound]

Debra:



Must.

Buy.

Horse.

Now.



Oh my God, that was just wonderful! Of course, you paint the scene so well that I could smell the hay and the unmistakable scent of saddles and bridles. Sigh...



And then to take us into the barn...You know, it's one of the better rendezvous places, isn't it? Unless two other people have the same idea!



This was just a delight to read, Debra. I love you how paint rural scenes!



Mary