but the poor kitties, and Tara being so concerned awww
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"Okay, thats a little blacker then I like my arts" -Willow Dopplegangland
by orion » Fri Jan 04, 2002 9:21 am
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"Okay, thats a little blacker then I like my arts" -Willow Dopplegangland
by canadian kitty » Fri Jan 04, 2002 9:38 am
And this from someone who suggested posting big sections to be nice. You've got yourself quite the cliffhanger addiction.
I love it.
by Twisted Rabbit » Fri Jan 04, 2002 9:54 am
Edited because I can't spell.
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by AutumnT » Fri Jan 04, 2002 9:58 am
quote:
Originally posted by canadian kitty:
Rane, you're evil. Cutting that part off like that. It's mean.
Yup, I'm starting to see a sadistic streak here.
by tommo » Fri Jan 04, 2002 11:10 am
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"Bitter, party of one. Bitter, party of one." she muttered... ~ Four Months After by Capt. Murdock
by Katharyn » Fri Jan 04, 2002 11:32 am
Lovely this one got to me more than most of the other parts.
Katharyn
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She's my always
by Jessie » Fri Jan 04, 2002 11:39 am
I'm loving this story. Lovin it lovin it lovin it!
I'll check back (constantly) for more updates!
JD
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"And how long have you known your girlfriend's Tinkerbell?"
by Kajun » Fri Jan 04, 2002 11:50 am
by Rane » Fri Jan 04, 2002 1:03 pm
that was not a cliffhanger since we aren't picking up from there. i mean, that is what a cliffhanger does, no? and i even told you! you kittens are toooooo much. i love it!
glad you all are enjoying the fic. i really appreciate it. i mean, i spend hours writing and editing and to know that people like it rocks!
so, thanks again and see ya all when i post an update. *hugs*
by Willow Rocks » Fri Jan 04, 2002 4:12 pm
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by Arat sevol Wolliw » Fri Jan 04, 2002 4:47 pm
Just kidding!)Sarah
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Je. Vous. Dois. DOULEUR! - Willow (Frenchily telling Glory who's boss in Tough Love)
by Charlie » Fri Jan 04, 2002 5:20 pm
And of course, this fic is making me feel romantic... it's wonderful! Am stuck on Willow at the moment, but you seem to keep providing inspiration... xx
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"Appalling. Almost as if they no longer believe money can buy happiness..."
by miss_spangles » Fri Jan 04, 2002 5:38 pm
by Rane » Fri Jan 04, 2002 7:02 pm
okeydokey... yaddah, yaddah, blah, blah, blah and here's an update. hope you like...
mistakes always mine and things will start cooking up soon.
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The blonde was leaning against one of the large wooden posts and had Willow nestled against her body, both wrapped cocoon like by one of Tara’s blankets. Her hands delicately caressed the uncovered Willowbelly as her shirt dried on one of the hooks against the wall. Her temple pressed lovingly against Willow’s cheek as her chin rested on Willow’s shoulder.
Molded into Tara, Willow could feel the girl’s heartbeat. She could feel her breasts gently nudging her as Tara breathed. She could tell Tara’s hands hungered for more as her fingers stroked her tummy, moving up and down softly but never wandering further down than her belly button.
“I'm going to take the kittens to my father.” Tara said as Willow wrapped the blanket around them tighter.
“How come?” Willow asked as she turned her head to look at Tara.
“He’s a vet.” The blonde answered as she looked off to the lamp. She noticed the oil was burning out. “Do you have a day off?” she asked unexpectedly as she looked over at Willow again.
“Umm… Monday.” Willow replied trying to recall her schedule. “Sunday night to Monday night. When’s yours?”
“Every weekend.” Tara smiled.
“Right. You don’t have to deal with snotty, potty mouthed kids all the- Oh my god! Buffy!” Willow exclaimed as she uncovered herself and stood up.
“W-what?! What’s wrong?” Tara asked disconcerted by Willow’s actions. The loss of Willow’s body against hers actually ached.
“What time is it?” Willow wondered aloud as she reached for her shirt. She stopped pulling it over her head suddenly and asked, “When did it stop raining? How long have I been here?” she quickly looked over to her watch and grimaced, “Crap.” It had been over two hours.
Tara nervously stood up, her blanket still hanging over her shoulders barely covering her exposed bra. “I-I d-didn’t- I’m sorry.”
“Sorry? Tara, what for?” Willow asked as she put on her shoes. She quickly walked up to Tara and held her lowered head in between her hands. “Hey.” She softly said as she lifted her gaze and connected their line of sight. She kissed Tara’s lips. “Why do I always feel there’s not enough time in the world to spend with you?” she kissed her again.
Tara sadly smiled as she gently ran her fingers through Willow’s rumpled hair. Willow sweetly kissed the tips of her nose as she reached out and held Tara by her bared waist, her thumbs slowly rubbing her tummy. “Come to karaoki tonight.” She pleaded as she now kissed Tara’s jaw line. “Please.” Down the side of her neck the redhead’s lips traveled. “At 8 in the assembly hall.” She said as she placed a kiss right above Tara’s bra, over her heart.
Tara was so aroused by Willowlips she didn’t think she had the ability to speak. “I… I’ll try.” Tara sighed, knowing she would probably not be able to make it. “I’ll try.”
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“And it was extremely irresponsible of you to disappear like that, Miss Rosenberg.” Assistant Camp Director Snyder finally finished his whole speech. Willow counted the length. 237 seconds since the moment he began.
Once she found Miss Post waiting for her on the steps of her cabin, Willow knew there had been trouble. And now she and Buffy were in the Assistant Director’s office being reprimanded.
Buffy, full of mud all over her clothes, body and hair, rolled her eyes and looked at Willow. Her dear friend looked like she wanted to crawl in between the cracks of the floorboards and hide. “Hello,” the Slayer told the administrator, “I was there. Nothing happened. Just a bunch of teenage girls having fun.”
“Fun?” Miss Post was blushing as she fanned her face. Her uppity British accent reminded Buffy of Giles. “You call that fun? It was practically a wet t-shirt contest.” Willow quickly looked over at Buffy horrified. Buffy simply shrugged her shoulders and half smiled. “And the mud fight. Dear Lord.” Miss Post shook her head in disgrace. She looked over to Flutie.
“Well, what do you have to say for yourself, Miss Rosenberg?” Snyder asked her.
Willow squirmed in her chair. “I, uh…” She felt her throat dry up and her face redden.
“She was with me.” Oz spoke from behind them as he entered the office. “She was helping me set up the system wires for karaoki tonight. I, uh, got electrocuted and she stayed with me. I came here to tell you.”
“My goodness, Daniel, are you all right?” Miss Post asked Oz.
“Yes, I’m fine.” He replied.
“Is this true?” Snyder asked Willow. He knew Oz and Willow were an item last year at camp and didn’t really believe him. He was sure they’d been off having a tryst somewhere. Plus, he was a musician and after all those guys were slackers. But Willow he would believe. She had always been a model camper, and she was the most mature of the bunch of hoodlums they’d hired this summer. He wasn’t surprised Buffy Summers was one of the counselors in question but he’d been very surprised to find out Miss Post was rambling on about Willow Rosenberg as well.
“Yes, it’s true.” Willow quietly lied. She looked over at Oz and thanked him with her eyes. He nodded sideways and sat down on one of the chairs near the entrance.
“Well, then. Consider yourself warned, Willow. Next time something like this happen let us or one of your co-counselors know right away. And, Buffy, since you were actually there and did nothing to stop the shenanigans, you and your campers will have to work in the kitchen on your day off.”
Willow instantly rose to defend her, “But-“
Buffy quickly sat her back down with a tug of her arm. “Fine.” She told Snyder as a smudge of mud remained on Willow’s forearm.
Willow looked over at Buffy shocked she would take the punishment so easily. “Buffy…” She whispered at her. Buffy looked over at Willow, and Willow remained speechless. Buffy glower was not fun, especially when she looked like a cavegirl.
“Good. Now go get cleaned up, Miss Summers. See you all at dinner.” Mr. Snyder nodded.
As soon as they stepped outside of the office, Willow turned to look at Buffy. “Why didn’t you tell him it was my fault?”
Buffy began to walk away peacefully, “I guess I owe you for all the times you got me out of trouble.”
Willow felt awful, she knew that couldn’t be the reason. It *had* been her fault. She’d sided with the campers instead of Buffy. She’d lost track of time with Tara. She looked over at Oz who was standing next to her. “Oz?”
“Wanna help me set up the wires?” he asked her as he began to head to the assembly hall.
“Sure.” Willow replied.
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Willow spent most of the karaoki social watching the front door to the assembly hall. She helped Oz and Devon when it came time to re-wiring the mics or helping with the amps just like she had done when she and Oz dated. But as soon as she completed her task she’d go back to pouting and bouts of staring at the entrance. Tara wasn’t coming. Willow knew she had said she would try but it still hurt. Moreover, if she had to hear one more Britney Spear song or an N’sync tune she was going to scream.
By ten o’clock karaoki was over and all the counselors and campers had headed back to their cabins for lights out and the nightly bonfire. Devon had already gone ahead with some of the equipment, and with nothing else to do, Willow stayed behind to help Oz put away the rest.
She had spent the entire evening thinking about her golden goddess and yearned to see her again. Her body was growing frustrated knowing how sexually attracted both of them were to each other but yet both were being so reserved about it. The kissing part they were mastering, Willow absolutely loved the touch and feel of Tara’s lips and tongue. And Tara was a remarkable kisser. Delicate and shy, like she was taking her time to relish every single inch of Willow’s mouth.
For them to cuddle on even terms, it took Willow three minutes to coax Tara to take off her blouse that afternoon. She loved feeling Tara’s skin flattened against hers. It was silky and hairless with sensuous soft mounds that made her bite her lower lip whenever they pressed against her.
She found it funny how in the meadow both had been carefree about taking off their shirts. She guessed it was different when you actually thought about what it was you were about to do. Wrapped up in the others kiss she’d gotten lost and all her brain function focused on one goal, and one goal only. To touch, to taste, to feel her. She didn’t have time to think about if her breasts too small, or if her nose was too big, or if was she too skinny. All she wanted was to experience the sensation of kissing Tara.
Her thoughts were interrupted as Oz cleared his throat loudly, very loudly.
“Huh?” Willow’s mind returned to the present time.
Oz’s head motioned behind Willow.
The redhead, sitting on one of the plastic chairs facing the stage, rounded off her upper body and saw her. “Tara!” she shouted as she ran across the room and hugged her tight. She was about to kiss the sweet lips she so desperately longed for when she realized Oz was in the room. She nervously cleared her throat as she stepped back, sticking her hands in her pockets. “Hey.” She said, trying to sound nonchalant about it.
Tara’s smile was heavenly. “Hi.” She blushed at Willow.
“You came.” the redhead voiced, dazed.
“I tried to sneak out earlier but I-I couldn’t.” Tara mentioned as she gave her an apologetic smile.
Oz quickly jumped off from the stage, “I, uh… I’m going to… go.” He said as he grabbed his jacket.
“Go?” Tara asked him. She could sense he was troubled and she didn’t want to be the cause of his uneasiness.
“Yeah, I’m going to go practice with Devon.” He said as he picked up his guitar case and some amps.
“Working your way up to four chords, huh?” Tara smiled trying to break the tension. She knew Oz was in a band and could only play three chords. They’d had this conversation before.
He looked towards the two girls. “Yeah, you know, real guitarists play way more than that.” Oz grinned. He really appreciated Tara’s concern. She was always so thoughtful and caring, it sometimes pained him. In a hurry he looked over at Willow and said, “See ya.”
“Bye.” Willow pouted as she watched him walk away. She felt horrible. She began to mentally scold herself for being so apathetic towards Oz.
Tara noticed her furrowed brow and lightly stroked Willow’s forehead with her fingers, erasing the scrunch. Willow smiled sadly, appreciative of Tara’s gentleness as she wrapped her arms around Tara’s waist. The blonde slowly leaned over and kissed her forehead. “Hey.” She said as soon as their eyes connected. “You ok?”
“No.” Willow voiced, sounding more like a child than the eighteen year old she was. As she pulled Tara closer into her body, Willow began to trace circles over her lower back. “I didn’t think you were coming.” She said, her tone of voice still the same.
“Willow…” Tara whispered without reserve as she leaned into capture Willow’s lips with her mouth, closing the gap between them.
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TBC... and i'm not doing this on purpose! it's just i haven't finished the next scene. it's not a cliffhanger, again. lol!
teehee: edited my karaoki mispelling. no wonder i kept getting the word underlined in my doc. Thanks, the rose
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by mariacomet » Fri Jan 04, 2002 7:12 pm
Umm....I think you took me WAY too literally.
Wow. Great stuff.
by Rane » Fri Jan 04, 2002 7:14 pm
lol. smoochie boochies love!
by The Rose » Fri Jan 04, 2002 7:34 pm
One nitpicky thing. This is how you spell KARAOKE.
Please Hurry!!!!!
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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!
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by Dumbsaint » Fri Jan 04, 2002 7:55 pm
*clenching hands into fists*
Must. Have. Romantical and smutty W/T goodness. NOW!
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Well, yeah. You know, wholesome in that naked, writhing heap of multi-bodied girlflesh way.
by orion » Fri Jan 04, 2002 8:00 pm
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"Okay, thats a little blacker then I like my arts" -Willow Dopplegangland
by miss_spangles » Fri Jan 04, 2002 8:13 pm
by tommo » Fri Jan 04, 2002 8:56 pm
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"Bitter, party of one. Bitter, party of one." she muttered... ~ Four Months After by Capt. Murdock
by Quill » Fri Jan 04, 2002 9:08 pm
But seriously...it just keeps getting better. I can't explain it. I love the fact that you're taking the time to truly develop the characters and their relationships with each other (especially Willow and Tara) rather than rushing to the intended outcome. Great Stuff. *grin*
by LeatherQueen » Fri Jan 04, 2002 9:21 pm
Heh... I just realized that that last sentence could mean something else.
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"Honey, I'm the original one-eyed chicklet in the kingdom of the blind." -Glory
by Warduke » Fri Jan 04, 2002 9:21 pm
by Nobody » Fri Jan 04, 2002 10:04 pm
Can't wait for more!
by Rane » Fri Jan 04, 2002 10:09 pm
by ScoobySnack » Fri Jan 04, 2002 10:30 pm
Okay well, not so much in the literal, W/T way, but I love your fic.
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Tara: I am, you know.
Willow: What?
Tara: Yours.
by fell » Fri Jan 04, 2002 11:23 pm
I agree with you about avoiding confusion by telling the story from Willow's pov, though there's no reason you can't use first person narration sometimes, esp. since you give such great dialog. If you do decide to switch to Tara's pov i think it's easiest to follow if it's set off in a separate chapter or section. I've found some fics by inexperienced writers incomprehensible because of the wandering pov, where it becomes unclear who's thinking what.
I'm really looking forward to seeing what's up with Oz and why he was so determined to play matchmaker.
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That'll put marzipan in your pie-plate, bingo!
by Fuzz » Sat Jan 05, 2002 12:12 am
*sigh* Ok,this fic got me so hot! ( .. have to admit it ) So,how many time did Tara sneaked out of her house to see Willow? They reminded me of Romeo & Juliet.
*Fuzz*
PS.Poor Oz,with his 3 chords...
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