You said you will make kitties within 50 miles of you work it out....hmmm...I am not much more than 50!
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"She practically has 'genuine molded plastic' stamped on her ass.
by katydid » Thu Jan 17, 2002 1:36 pm
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"She practically has 'genuine molded plastic' stamped on her ass.
by ShaggyKat » Thu Jan 17, 2002 1:51 pm
by AutumnT » Thu Jan 17, 2002 1:54 pm
Thanks for the update. I'd been missing this story something awful.
Autumn
by katydid » Thu Jan 17, 2002 2:00 pm
quote:
Originally posted by Kerrison:
Come on over!!
You know, I do have a 3 day weekend! *purrrr*
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"She practically has 'genuine molded plastic' stamped on her ass.
by Kilopto » Thu Jan 17, 2002 2:02 pm
-Ashley
(Oh and the carpet/drape thing was hilarious!)
by willow420 » Thu Jan 17, 2002 2:08 pm
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A.K.A. Liz
"Did you try looking in the sofa in hell?" Willow in Dopplegangland.
by Kerrison » Thu Jan 17, 2002 2:20 pm
I'm not getting any homework done b/c I must please the kittens with fic. *G*
by KittyKo » Thu Jan 17, 2002 3:10 pm
by ShaggyKat » Thu Jan 17, 2002 3:27 pm
please the kitties
please the kitties
please the kitties
by The Rose » Thu Jan 17, 2002 9:29 pm
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Tara: My heart doesn't stutter.
Tara: Willow, I got so lost.
Willow: I found you. I will always find you.
Tara: Nobody messes with my girl!
by Pixie » Thu Jan 17, 2002 9:37 pm
This is great, Kerry!! Love the carpets and drapes, and a wonderful Tara/Dawn interaction - both of them being tender and protective at the same time. Thanks for the fic fix. Can't wait for more! Feel better!! We're all sending you healthy vibes - with no ulterior motives...hm.
Ooh, Rane thinks I'm funny *G* Hope your mom is doing well.
[This message has been edited by Pixie (edited January 17, 2002).]
by Kerrison » Thu Jan 17, 2002 10:17 pm
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She looked almost angelic; her red hair highlighted by the flickering candle on the end table as Willow dozed in the armchair next to the window.
Tara smiled, walking over to her friend and gently pulling the blanket off her. “Time for bed, Will,” she said softly, kissing Willow on the forehead before tossing the blanket on the foot of her large bed.
Green eyes quietly flitted open. “Who took my blankie?”
The blond chuckled. “I did. I’m a blanket-stealing monster. Why are you sleeping in the chair?” Tara asked, reaching into her dresser drawer and pulling out something shiny and green.
“Because you’re sleeping in the bed,” Willow said around a yawn. “And someone has apparently turned the guest room into a storage facility for random boxes that are wrapped in, oddly enough, pastel wrapping paper.”
Tara chuckled and smiled at Willow through her reflection in the mirror. “I’m going to change,” she said, picking up the silky fabric she had taken from her dresser and heading into the bathroom.
Willow blinked firmly, trying to pull herself out of the pleasant slumber she had been in. Why did I have to wake up from that dream? That was definitely a nice dream. Willow whined to herself as she mentally reviewed the dream images: Tara in a cute purple nighty.
“I miss that nightie,” Willow sighed, rubbing her eyes, trying to erase the teasing images her mind had conjured during sleep.
“Which nighty?” Tara asked, stepping out of the bathroom, her hair held off her neck with a simple clip. She sauntered over to the bed and pulled the covers back on both sides.
“Um…” Willow stuttered, her mind not able to form a coherent thought. The sight of Tara clad in the rich green silk pajama set had sent her brain into overdrive and hormones zinging all over her body. “Um…” Forget the dream. Reality is much nicer.
Tara chuckled, sitting down on the edge, taking a small jar off the nightstand. “You said that already. Which nightie do you miss?” she prodded.
Willow shook her head, trying to clear the sexually induced cobwebs. Wow, that clings nicely, she thought, mentally storing the image in front of her for the rest of her life. “The p-purple one,” she managed to stutter.
“I may still have it,” Tara replied, frowning. She opened the jar and dipped her fingers inside then rubbing her arm with the lotion.
“Forget the nighty. I like that better,” Willow muttered, feeling the heat of blush on her face. She stood up and straightened her own sleepwear. “You know, Tare, you could have told me we were doing sexy PJ’s night. Mine are frumpy in comparison,” she said, looking down at the Hello Kitty shirt she had stolen from Tara and her pink boxers.
“You look really cute in my shirt,” Tara replied, chuckling at Willow in the too-big tee. “It’s kinda stretched out for you, though.”
“In all the right places,” Willow managed to reply before chuckling out of a horribly bad case of nerves. She reached for the blanket Tara had taken from her, only to have a hand land on the fabric next to her own. Will looked down, shocked, finding Tara stretched across the bed, having lunged at the blanket.
“Where you going?” Tara asked, holding the blanket firmly in one hand.
“To sleep on the couch.”
“What makes you think that you’re any more allowed to sleep on the couch than I am?” Tara rebutted, recalling multiple battles with Willow over this at Willow’s home.
“Um…because you’re sleeping in the bed and the guest room is has been taken over by some sort of pastel pack-rat,” Willow said, frowning.
Tara smirked. “Too bad. The couch is off limits. Guess you’ll have to stay here with me.”
A red eyebrow curled upwards in question.
The blonde reached over slightly, her hand finding Willow’s and tugging the redhead towards the bed.
Willow released the blanket and allowed herself to be pulled, crawling onto the bed when she was close enough. “You’re awfully … I don’t know what the word is,” she commented to Tara, finding the sudden disappearance of Tara’s shyness quiet intriguing.
“Well is it good or bad?”
“Definitely good,” Willow said, reaching for Tara’s jar of lotion and dipping her fingers inside. She tentatively reached over and took Tara’s arm in her hand, beginning to gently massage the tense arm with her lotioned fingers.
“You’re good at that,” Tara said with a smile as she shifted on the bed, leaning her head back against the headboard and closing her eyes, relaxing into the touch.
“Out of practice,” Willow said. As she spoke, her breath tickled the freshly lotioned skin, causing Tara to suck in her breath as a wonderful sensation flooded her. Willow paused when she heard Tara inhale quickly. “You ok?”
Tara nodded. “Very ok.”
Willow smirked, finishing the arm. The other arm had already been done before she had decided to help and two, tempting, long legs stuck out from Tara’s silky green shorts, silently beckoning her.
After picking up a bit more lotion onto her hand, she reached over and gently tugged Tara’s shapely leg into her lap. Her hands massaged the muscular calves, enjoying the feeling.
Tara closed her eyes, feeling her a moan of pleasure escape her lips as the fingers of her love gently manipulated muscles. “God, you’re good at that, Willow.”
Willow chuckled. “I think you’re just not used to it.”
“Used to having you around? Nope. Not used to that,” Tara said, smiling at Willow. “Not used to having Willowhand make me feel this good, either.”
The redhead felt her face blush but she managed to smile. “We may be able to work some sort of schedule out. Acclimate you to good touch again.”
Tara sat up, pulling herself away from the pleasant sensations she had been bathing in. “Will,” she said softly, reaching out and stilling Willow’s hand.
“You ok?” Willow asked, a worried look on her face as she pulled her hands away from Tara’s leg. “Did I hurt you? I’m out of practice with the whole massaging-Tara thing and maybe I squeezed too hard or hit a knot or...”
Tara chuckled. “Will,” she said again moving both hands out over both of Willow’s hands, taking them into her own. Tara leaned back, pulling Willow with her towards the head of the bed. “It felt great,” she said before taking Willow’s face in her hands and kissing her companion lovingly.
Willows hands roamed as Tara satisfyingly assaulted her lips, her fingers settling on Tara’s waist and unconsciously toying with the hem of her shirt. Tara pulled back as one of Willow’s fingertips touched her skin accidentally.
“Sorry,” Willow breathed, realizing she had probably gone too far, even if it was an accident.
Tara shook her head before kissing Willow again, firmly. She took Willow’s hand in her own and guided it underneath her silk top.
Willow didn’t move her hand for a moment, acclimating herself to the tingle that came with flesh-to-flesh contact between herself and her lover. When her fingers did move, both hands roamed Tara’s soft stomach with inquisitive touch. A soft moan flooded her throat as the kiss deepened and Tara traced Willow’s lips with her tongue. Just as the redhead’s lips parted to allow Tara’s tongue access, the two women were distracted by the sound of a throat clearing.
Tara pulled back and looked at the doorway. “Dawnie!”
Willow felt her face heat with blush for yet again that night.
“Geez, Tara. Didn’t think you’d be so eager to make sure the carpet matched the drapes!” Dawnie teased.
“Dawn!” Tara chastised, knowing the comment would probably embarrass Willow.
Dawn shrugged, her hand holding a hairbrush and elastic. “We can skip the braids tonight in light of… your interior decorating quest.”
Willow bit her lip before sliding off the bed as Dawn spoke. She reached for the blanket on the end of the bed and took it into her arms without a single word.
“Stay, Will. Dawnie, we can still do the hair,” Tara said, watching Willow’s hurt face and Dawn’s surprise at Willow’s reaction.
“No,” Willow simply replied. “I’m going downstairs. You two do your thing,” With that, she left the room, slipping past Dawn with an unreadable look on her face.
“Willow,” Tara and Dawn called at the same time to no avail, the redhead continuing downstairs.
Tara sighed. “Sit down, Dawnie. Brush out your hair. I’ll be right back,” she said, standing and running out of the room and down the stairs. “Willow!”
“It’s ok, Tara,” Willow spoke, standing in front of the couch, the blanket across the cushions. “You go do stuff with Dawn.”
Tara sighed again. “Willow…just come upstairs. I braid Dawn’s hair for her before she goes to bed, that’s all. It’s a tradition.”
Willow frowned. “So go do it.”
“But…”
“You spent time talking to her about our love life, it seems. Go fill her in on the rest of the details, or lack there of, while you braid her hair!” Willow said, sniffling as angry tears filled her eyes.
“What do you think? I was just kissing you so I’d have a story to tell before I played spin the bottle at her slumber party?” Tara retorted.
“I don’t know what to think! I just find it odd that a 21 year old knows more about your intentions towards me than I do. Maybe that’s a little hard for me to understand. ”
“Intentions… what?” Tara asked, not following Willow’s tirade too closely. Her eyes widened as she remembered Dawn’s words. “Oh, Will, no. No, no. She was teasing and asking if you were a natural redhead and asked if I had recently, umm, checked the carpet to see if it matched the drapes still. I wasn’t… I wouldn’t…” Tara sighed, sitting on the couch.
Willow arched an eyebrow and sat next to her. “You wouldn’t? I didn’t think you would, but…it’s all different here now.”
Tara nodded. “Things have changed, yeah. But some things never change, Willow. And one of those things being that I would spend the rest of my life kissing you if you let me. I don’t need Dawn’s prodding to make me want to you.”
Willow looked up curiously. “Want me?”
The blond chuckled. “Serious lusting. Falling in love again has that effect.”
“Well that’s a relief,” Willow said. “I thought I’d have to keep my shameless gazes a secret. And let me tell you, you and those yummy pj’s were making it quite hard to keep from being all obvious with the lusting.”
Tara blushed before looking down and regarding herself in the silken pajamas. “God, Willow. I didn’t know they clung like that!”
“Who’s complaining?” Willow retorted, leaning over and kissing Tara on the cheek. “Why don’t you go do Dawn’s hair? Far be it from me to interrupt a nightly ritual.”
“You come join us,” Tara instructed, standing up and pulling Willow up with her.
“But…”
“No buts. It’ll be fun. You can braid my hair if you want,” the blonde replied.
“Ohhh,” Willow breathed. “You know I can’t resist playing with Tara hair.”
“I know. All part of my evil plan to keep your heart forever. Bribe you with Tara hair.”
“You’ve had my heart forever, Sheyna,” Willow replied, following Tara up the stairs.
“Should I braid my own hair or are you two squabbling love birds planning on coming in here,” Dawn called from the bedroom.
Tara rolled her eyes, settling onto the bed behind Dawn and stroking the young girl’s hair with a brush in practiced strokes.
“Um…Dawnie, is it ok if I join you guys tonight?” Willow asked, feeling as if it was a very private ritual she would be interrupting.
Dawn looked up, finding the eyes of the woman she had loved so much and missed so dearly over the past few years, despite all the hostility between the two of them. She smiled at Willow and nodded. “Of course. But not just tonight, Will. We do this every night.”
Willow nodded her thanks at Dawn before kneeling on the bed behind Tara and caressing the woman’s scalp with her fingertips.
“Hey! Tara, how come she gets to do your hair?” Dawn complained. “You never let me do your hair!”
“Because I love her and because Tara hair is reserved for Willow only.”
Willow’s fingers stilled in shock as the words reached her ears and registered in her brain. It took her a minute to calm her emotions enough to continue separating Tara’s hair into braiding sections.
A voice broke the silence. “With all this foot stomping and talking, it’s impossible for a slayer to get any sleep around here! Remember, bad creepy things to kill tomorrow. Rest needed. ”
“Sorry, Buffy. Didn’t mean to wake you,” Dawn managed to say as her hair was tugged into the start of two French braids.
“Forget waking me!” Buffy started, looking indignantly at the trio of women on the large bed. “Instead, apologize for not inviting me to this little Steal Magnolias Beauty Parlor reunion! Dawnie, you’re doing my hair next,” she said before sliding onto the bed behind Willow and brushing the redhead’s locks.
The giddy atmosphere was stilled briefly when a bleach-blonde head poked around the doorway. “You dames care to keep the estrogen in check a bit? There is a bloke trying to get a few winks around here!”
“Back to bed, bat boy,” Buffy mocked, eyeing his boxers, black with glow in the dark bats decorating the fabric. “Girls only.”
“Fine, fine,” he retorted. “But next time: nails, black. Hands and feet. All of you,” he said, wiggling his fingernails their way before disappearing down the hallway.
“God, I didn’t actually expect him to wear those ugly things,” Dawn muttered.
“Those were from you?” Willow and Buffy asked at the same time.
Dawn tried to turn her head, but her hair was firmly in Tara’s hands. “What? It was a gag gift!! You people haven’t heard of Halloween?”
The room was filled with giggles and laughter both then and well into the night.
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See what happens on my days off?? No homework done. Just 2 chapters. (hence the 2 posts today.)
Of course, if my grades slip, so goes the story. Be warned.
Enjoy it while you can.
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"Life is eternal. It has no beginning and no end. The loving friends we meet on our journey return to us time after time. We never die because we were never really born."
by CaptMurdock » Thu Jan 17, 2002 10:45 pm
I love this story!
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"Good God, that's a lot of shake!"
by The Rose » Thu Jan 17, 2002 10:53 pm
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Tara: My heart doesn't stutter.
Tara: Willow, I got so lost.
Willow: I found you. I will always find you.
Tara: Nobody messes with my girl!
by Pixie » Thu Jan 17, 2002 11:18 pm
aahh, sigh. So sweet! Thank you! I can go to bed with happy thoughts.
by Rally » Thu Jan 17, 2002 11:32 pm
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-R
"Everyone's getting spanked but me."
by xita » Fri Jan 18, 2002 1:06 am
by Rane » Fri Jan 18, 2002 1:50 am
please dont flunk out of school. this is more than enough to tie me over until tomorrow. teehee~ just kidding. take your time love.
by Quill » Fri Jan 18, 2002 1:55 am
by mollyig » Fri Jan 18, 2002 3:30 am
Lovely update Kerrison
Ta muchly!
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The new Indigo Girls album, "Become You," is in stores Feb. 26, 2002. For
more info, check out Indigo Girls web site at: http://www.indigogirls.com
by Kerrison » Fri Jan 18, 2002 2:13 pm
More importantly, thanks for telling me about the new Indigo album.
Lol. That's it- I need a job just to buy Emily and Amy stuff!!
by Pixie » Fri Jan 18, 2002 11:53 pm
by emily 'first' » Sat Jan 19, 2002 5:33 am
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vive,valeque.
by scylla » Sat Jan 19, 2002 8:33 am
by Queen of Denial » Sat Jan 19, 2002 9:27 am
looking forward to more!
ches
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http://www.geocities.com/meanymoo/taralives.html
...and don't believe otherwise!
[This message has been edited by Queen of Denial (edited January 19, 2002).]
by Kerrison » Sat Jan 19, 2002 8:26 pm
Enjoy it while you can, kitties.
Why? Two reasons:
1) I'm sick. I have an upper respritory infection again. If I Take a few days off of writing (and, thus, posting) to battle the evil germ demons, that's why.
2) The story is coming to a close.
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“I still don’t understand how you did this,” Willow muttered, rolling the melted plastic between to fingers.
“It got hot!” Tara replied. She pulled a plate out of the cupboard.
“Apparently. Do you know exactly how much heat it takes to melt a processor? Lots and lots of heat. Mega heat. I mean, it’s got to get really, really hot to melt both the plastic and the interior components.”
“Like maybe as hot as I get for you?” Tara asked, suddenly behind Willow and leaning over the redhead’s shoulder. When she spoke, her tone cause shivers down Willow’s back and her breath tickled Willow’s ear.
Willow turned towards the voice, trying desperately to keep from dropping her jaw at Tara’s brazen words. The attempt was futile, though, as her lips were captured and her mouth immediately opened for Tara’s persuasive tongue. As they explored each other’s mouths, one of Tara’s arms slid around Willow’s shoulder, settling on Willow’s chest right below her clavicle and pulling the woman back towards her in a form of a hug.
“This is really not what I want to see whenever I walk into a room, you know,” Dawn said, sidling into the kitchen and pouring herself a glass of orange juice.
Tara ignored Dawn’s presence, continuing the kiss until intuition told her that stopping was definitely in order. Her breathing was slightly labored and she forced herself to blink to clear her suddenly glassy eyes. Willow looked stunned.
“You ok?” Tara whispered.
Willow nodded, stealing a quick peck and covering Tara’s hand with her own.
“Here you go,” the blonde said. The hand not on Willow finally came into view and set a plate in front of Willow. “Breakfast.”
“Aww…” Willow crooned. “Sassy eggs!”
Dawn plopped down next to Willow at the table, poking through the computer pieces strewn about. “What is this mess?”
“It was Tara’s computer. But she fried it,” Willow answered, only half paying attention. Her mind was nagging on something else; Tara wasn’t being very Tara.
Dawn frowned, poking through the pieces of melted metal and plastic. “I have a family of freaks,” she muttered. “My sister’s the slayer. She’s playing house with a chipped vamp. My Tara is a computer killing, punching bag destroying, lesbian-kissing witch. She’s playing house with a prodigal daughter, herbifying, computer fixing, ex-wiccan queen. After living with craziness, it’s no wonder I’m dating a boring farmer.”
Tara chuckled, placing an English muffin in front of Dawn. “At least he’s not a UPS driver, Dawnie.”
Willow snickered, trying not to snarf orange juice out her nose.
Dawn rolled her eyes, standing up and downing the rest of the juice. “Are you two going to stay in your pajamas all day? Demons to vanquish, spells to translate, research to be done. Don’t let all the evil slip you buy just because you’re too lustful to put some clothes on.”
“Dawnie!” Tara scolded. “I still say you’re not too old to be sent to your room! Don’t you have to go take a final exam?”
Willow blushed but managed to wave as Dawn laughingly left the kitchen, English muffin in hand. She looked down, taking in the bathrobe she had borrowed from Tara’s closet. “What’s wrong with the bathrobe?” she asked.
Tara regarded her clothes, too, and shrugged. Sitting next to Willow, she stole a bite of the eggs she had made. “Its not like we’re naked underneath.”
“Unfortunately. But still there is the definite wearing of pajamas,” Willow replied, holding out a piece of toast for Tara to nibble. “You ok this morning?” she asked.
“Yeah, why?” Tara replied around a bite of toast and egg.
Willow shrugged. “I think being home has brought out the vixen in you. You’re all sorta forward.”
“Are you complaining?”
Willow smirked, leaning over and kissing away some crumbs that had collected on Tara’s lips. “Absolutely not. Just kinda new for me.”
They smiled at each other for a second before finishing the meal. When the dishes were washed and the kitchen cleaned, footsteps thudding down the stairs caught their attention.
“Going to class. I’ll be back tonight,” Dawnie called as she grabbed her backpack. “Oh, Tara, Andy said to tell you that you might want to stop out there sometime and see Sunny’s new friend. He said you’d be interested for some reason. Later Will!” The screen door slammed shut behind Dawn, but a voice called back into the house. “UPS is here!”
Tara sighed audibly. “Great.”
Willow looked out the window to see a shapely woman with curly red hair walking up to the door with a very large, very heavy looking box on a rolling dolly. “Funny how it’s the redheads that fall for you,” she muttered as, out of the corner of her eye, she saw Tara go to answer the door.
“Morning, Tara,” Gillian spoke, pulling the dolly up the steps.
“Morning,” Tara replied, blandly.
“Awfully heavy,” the driver spoke. “Want me to bring it inside for you?”
“No, thank you. I’ll have Spike do it tonight,” Tara said. “Just leave it on the porch, please.”
“Just need you to sign, ma’am.”
Tara was handed a clipboard and she scrawled her name quickly.
“I was here the other day and Ms. Summers said you were out of town. I hope your trip went well,” Gillian spoke, obviously trying to strike up a pleasant conversation.
Tara opened her mouth to speak, but before she could reply, a hand had slid onto her waist and a redhead rested amiably on her shoulder.
“Come upstairs soon, baby,” Willow half-whispered into Tara’s ear, sure that the UPS driver could hear. She allowed her hand to slide off of Tara’s waist and onto her backside, gently squeezing Tara’s rear. She turned saucily and headed for the stairs.
A combination of shock, amusement, and thankfulness flashed over Tara’s face before she was able to form a reply. “Be right there,” she called after Willow amused as she noticed Willow had made sure that her legs flashed sexily as she walked up the stairs. “My trip was fantastic, Gillian, thanks for asking,” she managed to say, turning back to the driver. She smiled kindly at the driver before politely shutting the door.
Tara giggled to herself and, with a shake of her head, followed Willow’s path up to their bedroom. The redhead was standing over her suitcase, rifling through it.
“So, what did you want me up here for?” She asked, walking up quietly behind Willow and standing directly behind the woman, only millimeters separating them. She placed her hands delicately on the small of Willow’s back.
Willow shrugged. “We have to figure out how to wrap Buffy’s punching bag,” she commented, still shifting clothes in her bag.
Tara allowed her fingers to gently kneed Willow’s muscles. “Mmmhmm. You know you sort of scared off my UPS driver.”
“I know. You scared off my UPS driver, remember?”
Tara leaned over Willow, pressing her chest into Willow’s back and wrapping her arms around Willow’s body. “I remember.”
The redhead leaned back into the touch, dropping her clothes and covering Tara’s arms with her own. “Tare?” Willow ventured.
“Hmm?” Tara replied quietly as they both stood, remaining entwined.
“You ok? I know I already asked you that, but you’re not really being yourself. Sunnydale’s made you all forward and aggressive and not that that’s a bad thing, but just a new thing for me. I mean, I’m not really used to dealing with assertive Tara. Again, not complaining, just curious. Have I been inattentive or something?”
“I love you,” Tara said simply, sighing before elaborating. Willow’s fingers played small circles over her arms. “And I really love being able to love you in person instead of … not. You’re home and with me and it’s the holidays and I’m really, really blessed to have you here. Best present I could have dreamed of.”
“Aww,” Willow crooned, turning her head and looking at her friend. “Hey…have I told you lately that you’re incredibly attractive? Inside and out?”
Tara smirked. “Are we having a mush-ball contest?” She leaned down and pecked Willow on the lips. “I put your blue sweater in the laundry. It had Miss Kitty hair all over it.”
The redhead nodded quietly. “Speaking of which, where is our cat?”
“Dawnie took her to the vet to have her teeth cleaned. She’ll bring her back tonight.”
Willow sighed. “Do we have plans for the day?”
“I don’t know,” Tara replied. “I’m perfectly content to spend the rest of the day within very close proximity to you.”
“Doing what?”
A small smirk graced Tara’s lips and her face blushed deeply. “You,” she breathed as her breath tickled Willow’s ear.
“Ooooh, Tara,” Willow managed to say, having needed a second to compose herself. “Definitely aggressive-Tara!” She turned in her lover’s arms, allowing her lips to trail a path along creamy flesh while she turned. “I don’t know. Is it OK to have sex on holy holidays?” She asked, knowing that Solstice and Chanukah were very close by.
“I don’t see why not. Both celebrate fertility and abundance,” Tara replied, her head tilting back in response to Willow’s attentive lips.
The two women chuckled as Tara pushed gently on Willow’s shoulders, backing the other woman into the bed and causing them both to topple over onto the mattress.
Lips explored exposed flesh and fingers danced over ticklish zones in knowing touch.
Willow’s breath had just started to grow shallow from Tara’s expert kisses when the phone’s startling ring shocked them both. Tara groaned, her head settling on Willow’s chest in a defeated motion. Willow chuckled, her fingers stroking Tara’s hair, and reached for the phone. “Summer’s residence,” she said, feeling both her own Tara’s breathing settle into more normal rhythms.
“May I speak to Tara Maclay, please?” A sultry woman’s voice spoke over the line.
“Sure,” Willow said, gently poking Tara to get her attention. “Just a moment.”
Tara looked up and took the offered phone and then quickly placed her head back on Willow’s chest. “This is Tara….oh, I’m sorry I didn’t call. I had a family emergency and just got back into town last night.”
Willow frowned, hearing only part of the conversation.
“I can’t, Katrina…. I can’t because I have family in town….Why this sudden urge to … No. No…, you know I love it. Don’t, Katrina,” Tara hissed, the last word, her voice getting agitated and her body tensing. “Damnit. Fine! But this had better be remembered when my Christmas bonus rolls around.”
Willow watched in shock as her usually demure lover became aggravated and tense, using more force than necessary to hang up the cordless. “You ok, baby?”
Tara sighed, trying not to take her aggressions out on Willow. “No. But yes.”
“Can you translate that, please?”
“I’m fine. Nothing horrific happened. Other than I have to go into work. That was my boss. She needs me to cover an event that’s happening about two hours away,” Tara explained, the phone forgotten on the bed next to them. She stroked Willow’s hand with her fingers. “I love my job, Will. But I love you so much more. I just want to stay here forever.”
“I know, baby. But we both have lives. Come on; you go do your thing and I’ll stay here.”
“What are you going to do all day?”
Willow smirked, placing a gentle kiss on the top of Tara’s head. “I’m sure I’ll find something. Maybe sit in bed all day and dream up thoughts of you.”
“Good thoughts?” Tara asked.
“Always good thoughts,” Willow spoke, pausing quickly after the words. “Oh, unless they’re bad thoughts.”
“Bad thoughts?”
The redhead snickered; “Bad, naughty thoughts.”
Tara blushed. “I think I can live with that.”
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by katydid » Sat Jan 19, 2002 8:36 pm
I saw the word snarf!! Nobody ever knows what I am talking about when I say that word. Woo hoo....must be an east coast thing.
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"She practically has 'genuine molded plastic' stamped on her ass.
by Jae » Sat Jan 19, 2002 8:48 pm
And as for the word snarf, you mean, that isn't universal? I'm not on the east coast, but I know it...
And (wow, starting two sentences with the word "and," my english teacher would be so shamed) I really hope you feel better, Kerrison! Many hugs and good thoughts to you, as well as cyber-chicken soup.
by Kerrison » Sat Jan 19, 2002 8:53 pm
Sorry to say though, folks, I honestly do think this'll be my 1st and last Buffy fic... I have a novel to finish as well as a Xena fic that's bene horribly neglected.
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