This is a teaser for my Harry Potter/BtVS crossover fic. This is written on the spot with help from The Butterfly Effect's awesome song A Slow Descent.
Rating: NC-17. In fact, all my fics will be NC-17 for safety reasons. And so I can put smut wherever the hell I want.
Distribution: Are you kidding me? Only here of course. Or Uberwillowtara.com
Summary: Angst up the ying yang. Willow has problems opening up. Prologue/Future Scene from Firestorm. Heavy AU in both HP and BtVS universes. Use BtVS characters in a modified HP universe. Slightly Angst-y. Does not have smut in it! Sorry!
Notes: Italics are thoughts. You'll see what I mean. And some italics inbetween words are actions. Tell me if it's too short! Give me constructive critcism. If there is a spelling error, point it out! If you'd tell me what is lacking, I'd appreciate it. Though nice feedback would be good too.
WARNING: I didn't run this through my beta. It is an on-the-spot kinda thing. It's a teaser, and as such, you may not see the main fic for quite a while. Beware!
Song is by Evanescence. Possibly the best song ever written. No lyrics here though, folks! Not a song fic.
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Willow's apartment had all the muggle amenities: Television, Microwave, Computer... even an iPod base station with wireless speakers in every room.
Tara watched Willow chuck her keys on the counter, walk over her iPod and quickly select a song on her playlist. That done, Willow almost ran to the bathroom. Seconds later Tara could hear the water running for the bath.
Everytime they met up after Willow's missions, the moment Willow walked through the door, she would dump her stuff, turn on the iPod and select a song she liked
(needed), and almost sprint to the bathroom. Sometimes limping. It was more frequent of late, and it was beginning to disturb Tara.
'Like You' again. It must've been bad this time.
Situated four blocks down from Diagon Alley, in a building that had all the rustic charm, the flat was perfect. And a mess. Willow couldn't do a cleaning charm to save her life, clothes were strung from one part of the house to another and Tara had to do the cooking when she was here otherwise it was Salt and Pepper Squid with Special Fried Rice. And there were only so many times Tara could eat that.
Tara walked over to the fridge and had a quick look at what they had to work with. The selections surprised her.
"Beer, beer and more beer. Oh Willow, what is going on?"
Tara shut the main fridge door and had a look in the freezer, dreading what she'd find in there.
"Vodka."
Shove "And a bottle of... what is this?"
Tara picked up the ice-cold bottle of light-blue liquid. Swirling and entrancing within the liquid were little golden lights.
"Auror potion? Best put it back."
After placing the bottle back in its place, Tara thought on what to make for dinner.
"If only she had some fish and potatoes... mmm, beer battered chippies. ugghhhh..."
Willow was walking out of the bathroom and caught the last part of what Tara was saying.
"We could always apparate over to the local milk bar, they have the nicest burgers and such... what?" Willow said, noticing Tara had stopped fantasising and was looking at her.
Doesn't she know? Coming out of the bathroom in that tight black turtleneck, with her nipples poking forwards as hard as they can, doesn't she know?
Tara stared a moment longer before looking up into Willow's eyes. Only with her would they remain green. Only with Tara would Willow's hair remain red. Only with her.
"
Willow." Tara breathed.
Willow had heard that tone of voice before. In fact, when they first made love. When Tara had gazed upon Willow as Tara slid in and out of her, the first time Willow had found four fingers could make wonders come true. It sent shivers down her spine then and still did to this day. But with that, came the fear.
"Don't." Willow said in her voice of trembling finality.
Tara heard the fear yet determination in Willow's voice. Tara knew what Willow would do if she pushed right now. So Tara swallowed over the lump in her throat, the lump initially comprised of desire, now made of grief, and said what she always said.
"I'm sorry."
Willow had heard that before. But her fear was too great to accept anything else.
"It's ok." Willow said.
Tara nodded, eyes glistening, head down.
Willow could allow her something, anything to put that expression away.
Tara heard the footsteps after she felt Willow's hands on her chin, lifting her head up, kissing her with every fiber of her being. Tara knew that a kiss like this had been missing with them for quite some time. And the questions, anger and sadness
melted under Willow's beautiful lips. Under Willow's amazing tongue.
That gorgeous tongue...
And as Tara sucked and explored and re-explored Willow's mouth after so long, the issue was dropped, yet again.
Later that night...
"Willow, please. I won't tell anyone. I'll obliviate myself even. Just
tell me"
"Baby, if you care for me, if you love me,
not now" Willow replied in her voice of pain and steel.
Tara rolled back over to her side of the bed, again rebuffed by her lover. By her Willow. Tara thought with the kiss from earlier, things would be different. Willow would open up.
(Wrong). Tears of frustration had leaked out unwillingly, and Tara wiped them away in a hurry.
What am I doing?
Willow had been gone three weeks this time. Their visits together had been increasingly shorter and shorter. The work she did for the Order was hard, and as Tara feared, obviously left Willow with scars; Mental
and Physical. Willow would never talk about it. Never open up.
Tara knew the risks, unfortunately Tara's Mental Acuity skills were not even past level 2. Professor Angelus supposedly tried to teach her back when, but he just barged in her head, fucked around with her memories and made her relive every worst moment in her life.
What an asshole...
But now, if Tara had her skills up to scratch, Willow may not be in so much pain. She may have the knowledge to help her; to bring Willow out of this dark hole of pain and... humiliation?
Tara slipped out of her thoughts and lay there, listening to Willow's erratic breathing and sniffles. Every night they lay together Willow would sob her heart out. She would try to hide it and most times do a grand job. But Willow would not let Tara in. Not anymore.
No matter what she did, she was useless. So Tara waited.
Two hours later...
Finally asleep. I better hurry.
Tara grabbed her wand from the overcrowded nightstand to her right and cast a localized non-verbal silencing charm on herself and the door. In no way did she want to wake Willow (
or ruin her speakers...)
Slowly slipping out of the covers, Tara stood up and turned around.
Willow...
The longing Willow's presence demanded warred with the failure that Tara felt as she gazed upon her lover. The failure to provide someone to confide in. To tell everything to. To love.
Tara banished her tears away angrily as she quickly found her jeans. Pulling them on, Tara walked to the door and out into the lounge room. Casting a weak "
Lumos", Tara made her way to the door.
As Tara pulled on her jacket, socks and boots, she went over her plan.
Number One: Go to Hogwarts and see Headmaster Giles.
Number Two: Yell at him about Willow's missions and the need for Willow to open up.
Number Three: If two does not succeed, ask him to teach me Advanced Mental Acuity.
Number Four: If One, Two and Three don't work, come home, get naked and latch onto Willow until she gives in. Recommend nipple licking torture. And possibly ice cream.
Tara shivered as she thought about the last one. With Tara fully dressed, she left Willow's apartment with a spring in her step.
Hopefully this time next week (or tomorrow if I have to use Number Four), everything will be okay again. At least I fucking hope.
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So Kittens, what did you think? Crap or Gold? Lend me your thoughts!
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