by Sassette » Tue Mar 12, 2002 11:50 am
Here's my dilemma. I'm having a leeetle bit of trouble with this next update, but I should have it done by Wednesday. The rough part is ... I leave town on Thursday ... and do I really want to leave my sweet cuddly Smittens with a cliffhanger for five or six days?
I'll have to think about it. Comments? Requests? Insane Ramblings?
-Sass
by YuriPup » Tue Mar 12, 2002 12:19 pm
I know you're dicision is already made and what it is....but I don't mind Cliffs either.
-Y
PS This is not beta knowledge, but Sass knowledge.
by wiccachica » Tue Mar 12, 2002 3:30 pm
A six day cliffhanger is above and beyond the call of torture....
I say you SKIP BTVS tonight to write a whole bunch....
(note the delirium in my words...like you'd purposfully MISS Buffy for anything less than a Deep Impact-like event.....)
But a Smitten can hope...can't she....
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"You're *NOT* the source of me." - Buffy
" I mock you with my monkey pants!" -Oz
by Owl » Tue Mar 12, 2002 4:03 pm
Sass- even though i just washed my harness, I am going to vote for the update. if that means putting myself in a dangling position for a few days.... so be it. 'cause that's just one of the positions we smittens like to....er... ahem. yeah. like it says on the helmet.
2,4,6,8 guess what kinda rhymes with "eight"!
Update, update, update!
i'm no good at writing cheers.... sorry.
[This message has been edited by Owl (edited March 12, 2002).]
by WiccansIllusion » Tue Mar 12, 2002 4:51 pm
*dons the cheerleading outfit, and cliffhanger accesories a bit late..*
please?
WI
[This message has been edited by WiccansIllusion (edited March 12, 2002).]
by Sassette » Tue Mar 12, 2002 6:27 pm
**wiccachica: Skip Buffy!?!? That's ... that's ... That's Insane Troll Logic! Though if I have a rampaging bout of insomnia, I'll stay up ... how's that?
**Owl: Oh, you ALL look fabulous. *stops to stare at the cheerleaders* And yeah ... I think dangling from a cliff would count as a "vertical surface".
**W.I.: Ahh, yes ... certain spoilers that shall not be mentioned because this is not a spoiler thread *G* Good luck at your court date, and I'm sorry you're missing Buffy. That's ... really tragic. *sniff* I'll, uhh... see what I can do tonight, okay?
-Sass
by Pixie » Tue Mar 12, 2002 9:28 pm
2, 4, 6, 8
Who do we appreciate?
Saaaaaaassette!!
Yay for the update, and I am resigned to several uncomfortable days in my harness.
Still smitten
by Sassette » Tue Mar 12, 2002 11:38 pm
So, here is the pointless, yet oddly happy and curiously fun to write section 'B' of 'Being Willow Rosenberg'. I'll do the serious stuff in a different part. I'm shuffling things around trying to work in a dinner with the Rosenberg's anyway *shrug*
Title: Answering Darkness Part 38b – Being Willow Rosenberg(cont)
Author: Sassette
Feedback: Can be sent to pink_overalls@yahoo.com
Summary: Giles and Buffy continue the research, and Willow gets back.
Spoiler Warning: Up to and including "Tabula Rasa" in Season 6.
Disclaimer: I don't own these characters. I'm just borrowing them because Season 6 angst is running high, and I want my happy ending now, dammit! So I'm writing it … but it'll be awhile until I get to that part, so bear with me (or "bare" with me if you're naughty).
Rating: PG-13
Notes: For the purpose of this story, all events of Tabula Rasa took place exactly as shown in the series; however, no subsequent episodes will affect this piece.
Answering Darkness Part 38b
Being Willow Rosenberg (cont)
By Sassette
“Wear whatever you’re comfortable in, and say whatever pops into your head,” Willow said with a smile. “And don’t you dare be nervous. They’re going to love you.”
“I … I’d settle for them just liking me,” Tara said, a quirky smile drifting across her lips. “And they were okay with it? I mean … the whole gay thing?”
“Well, Dad wasn’t there, but Mom was fine,” Willow said. “She pretty much said that I needed to find my own way. That I had to be me. And being me means loving you.”
A delighted smile crossed Tara’s face, her eyes lighting up with love for Willow Rosenberg.
A bemused smile crossed Willow’s face as she drank in the expression on Tara’s.
“What?” Tara asked self consciously,
“It … you,” Willow said, composing her thoughts. “The way you look at me sometimes … I mean, you look at me all the time, which I know, ‘cuz I’m looking at you too, but sometimes it’s … I can see in your eyes just how much you love me, and I … I can’t breathe. Like, no matter what I’ve done or will do sometime in the future, I’ll never be worth that, ‘cuz – hello? What good could anyone possibly do that would be worth that? ‘Cuz it’s like the big life prize. It’s like, I’m the winner at the Game of Life because you love me, and I … I don’t understand … how, or why … I’m just … really grateful. Like big-time grateful. Like ‘hey – look at me … counting my lucky stars – and hey – there’s like, millions of them up there, and I haven’t even made a dent in how many there are.’”
“You say the sweetest things,” Tara said with a laugh, her eyes twinkling and her features softening into a look of total adoration. “But you do deserve –“
“There it is again!” Willow said. “It’s the ‘I Love Willow’ look, and it’s … wow. It’s like somebody … you … have your hand around my heart and you’re just holding it gently and keeping it all safe-like, and I know there will never be a place that safe for it, and I wonder how I lucked out and got it? Because there has to be, like, billions of people on this planet who would want it and –“
“Sweetie,” Tara said with a quirky grin. “There are only six billion people on the planet.”
“Exactly my point! And they all would wanna’ be me, if they could just see the way you look at me,” Willow said with a helpless little smile, as Tara’s quirky grin broadened to the point where it could only be called ‘goofy’. “And I’m not even that lovable,” Willow went on. “I mean, I have to be somewhat lovable, or you wouldn’t, y’know? But it’s like >nobody< is >that< lovable. Except you … because you’re that lovable and more, and I just –“
“As much as I’m enjoying the random Tara Worship,” Tara said, an embarrassed flush crawling up her neck as she pressed a finger to Willow’s lips to silence her. “I feel like I have to butt in here and point out that you’re the most lovable person I know … or could ever know. There’s nobody like you, and I wouldn’t want anyone else.”
“Yay me,” Willow said with a grin, kissing Tara’s finger. “Lucky me.”
“Do … do you really think you … I mean, that – that you don’t … deserve me?” Tara asked seriously.
“Well, I … I don’t think anybody is good enough to deserve you,” Willow answered in kind.
“I’m just a person, Willow,” Tara said slowly, covering Willow’s mouth again when she opened it to protest. “I have flaws, and I make mistakes. Bad qualities. Lots of those,” she pressed on. “I … I always thought that … that it was me who didn’t deserve you. “I mean … you’re so smart and pretty, and you’re this courageous Cool Monster Fighter, and you’re funny and sweet … and I was this shy frumpy nobody with a bad stutter and no friends. I just … I can’t imagine what you saw in me.”
“I’m just the one who got the chance to see what was always there,” Willow said gently, kissing Tara’s finger again.
“You’re the only one who wanted to try,” Tara whispered. “Being chased down by Silent Grinning Demonic Surgeons was the best thing that ever happened to me.”
“Ahh, romance on the Hellmouth,” Willow said with a giggle, earning a smile from Tara. And it felt like that – like every smile bestowed upon her by this woman was something to strive for. To earn. To be rewarded with. “But still – I’m just … I’m lucky no one saw. I’m lucky that you didn’t find someone else first.”
“Who else would I have found?” Tara asked, a sly smile crossing her face.
“Well … somebody. A hypothetical somebody who’s smarter and cuter than me … and maybe … has a nice car. A house. A job,” Willow listed.
“If there were a hypothetical somebody, I still would have searched for you. I’ve been looking for you as long as I can remember,” Tara said, her eyes twinkling, knowing that Willow couldn’t argue with that.
“Oh, yeah,” Willow said with a soft smile. “Drawings and slumber parties.” The thought ran around in her mind for a moment. “You really would have looked for me? Even with the perfect hypothetical somebody around?”
“If they weren’t you, then they weren’t perfect,” Tara said, kissing Willow on the nose. “And yeah,” she added seriously. “I really would have looked for you.”
“Do you think … I mean … is Giles right? That kind of ‘past lives’ thing?” Willow asked skeptically.
“Yeah, because y’know, ‘past lives’ are so much less believable than demons and spells,” Tara said dryly, a fond yet exasperated look crossing her face.
“Well, it’s just that … if the whole ‘past life’ thing kind of pans out, it’s like fated. For us to meet and all,” Willow said, trying to explain. “And that’s kinda …” she trailed off, a puzzled look crossing her face.
“Kinda’ what?” Tara prodded with a frown, her eyes troubled.
“Oh, no,” Willow said hurriedly, seeing the expression on Tara’s face. “Not that it’s a bad thing. ‘Cuz it’s a good thing. Lucky thing. Lucky star-counting winner at The Game of Life Willow here, who is definitely not thinking it’s a bad thing.”
“Then what’s wrong, honey?” Tara asked slowly.
“Well, it’s like, what if it is Fated? And you and me are all pre-destinedy and so there’s like, no choice,” Willow said, her brow furrowing as her mind raced along all the various implications of the idea. “So, what if we got together because of some cosmic plan, and not because we wanted to?”
“But we do,” Tara said, still not seeing the problem. Was there a problem? “I mean … at least – I do,” she added uncertainly.
“Me too!” Willow blurted out. “Don’t think I don’t, ‘cuz I do, and I’ve never this much, and I don’t think I ever could … y’know, with someone else or anything. I just … my brain is going, and you know how I get. Because if this was Fated, what else is? Like … maybe I was always just ‘Fated’ to get A’s on everything, and maybe every paper I ever wrote was total crap, and the teacher’s just kinda’ … ‘oh, Willow Rosenberg, she gets an A and I don’t have to read it, but I just can’t seem to figure out why’. Because there weren’t ever any marks on them, except that one time in third grade when the teacher underlined one of my sentences and said I ended a sentence with a preposition. But it was only that one time! So what if they didn’t read them, and they just kinda’ stuck and A on it, and I’ve been academically inferior this whole time, skating by on Fate instead of brainy-type things?”
“Oh, Willow,” Tara said, letting her forehead fall against Willow’s shoulder, her whole body shaking with laughter. It was a strange sensation. There was something about the twists and turns that Willow mind made that … aroused her, really, if she were honest with herself. And when Willow’s brain was doing its thing, she inevitably babbled, which made her heart smile. That strange combination of joy and desire stole over her, and she couldn’t help the laughter that escaped her. “You’re absolutely right. The idea that we were destined to meet and fall in love logically proves that you’re an academic fraud,” she added with mock seriousness, looking solemnly into Willow’s face.
“Really?” Willow asked, her eyes wide.
“Of course not,” Tara went on, laughing harder.
“Well, I don’t think it’s funny,” Willow said in a huff, a pout firmly in place.
“Oh, Baby, I’m not laughing at you,” Tara said, hurting her case by continuing to chuckle.
“You’re laughing. And I’m the only one here,” Willow argued.
“It’s just … the things your brain jumps too,” Tara said between giggles.
“Well, it’s possible,” Willow said defensively, frowning at Tara.
“Yes, it is possible,” Tara agreed with a nod. “And you’re just the only person on the face of the earth who would have thought of it. I love the way your mind works,” she went on tenderly, tracing Willow’s brow reverently. It was both a blessing and a curse, she had long since realized, having a mind like Willow’s. She could see possibilities and angles that no one else would consider, and made connections out of thin air that, when explained, made perfect sense. “You amaze me.”
“I just kind of … get carried away,” Willow said sheepishly.
“No, you’re just … your brain is always moving. It’s … really cute,” Tara said with a smile.
“Cute?” Willow asked, a smile crossing her face as the pout disappeared.
“And sexy,” Tara said, dipping her head and kissing Willow slowly. “Do you have any idea what just watching you read does to me?” she asked after a long moment.
“Umm … no?” Willow offered tentatively, her voice cracking like a teenaged boy’s when Tara shifted her weight, lying more fully on top of her.
“Mmm,” Tara murmured, lightly brushing her lips around the curve of Willow’s jaw, following it up to a tasty ear. Once there, she couldn’t help but nip lightly at the tempting lobe, then trace it with her tongue, earning a little sigh from Willow. “When you get that concentrating look,” Tara confessed on a whisper, pausing to continue her attentions. “After the first five minutes, I find myself wondering how many licks it takes to get to the center of a Willow pop,” she said wickedly, fastening her lips to that spot just below and behind Willow ear that she loved so much, sucking on it gently.
“Tara!” Willow gasped out, her eyes popping open.
“Just trying a little spicy talk,” Tara giggled, going back to her task and slipping her leg between Willow’s, pressing lightly against the juncture of her thighs..
“Ummm … not that I don’t like that,” Willow said, her eyes drifting shut again. “’Cuz I do. You know I do,” she added, her voice lowering. “But umm … Giles and Buffy are downstairs.”
“Then you’ll have to be quiet,” Tara said, trailing her lips down Willow’s neck and sneaking a hand under her shirt.
“Umm … honey?” Willow said, arching into the touch, Tara’s warm fingers blazing across her skin. “I, uhh … God,” she said, her brain skipping like an old record when Tara’s hand cupped her breast. “Where was I?” she squeaked.
“You were just about to let me strip you naked and do naughty things to you with my tongue,” Tara murmured against Willow’s neck, her fingers slipping around the edges of Willow’s bra and finding a tight nipple, stroking it lightly.
Willow groaned softly, at both the warm wetness settling between her legs and the knowledge that they certainly couldn’t continue what they were doing. “Giles,” Willow murmured.
“Honey,” Tara said, raising her head and smirking. “I know you had a crush on him in high school and all, but now is not the time.”
“I mean Giles … he’s downstairs,” Willow said piteously, her eyes begging Tara to stop and begging her to continue.
“Do you want me to stop?” Tara asked seriously, letting stilling her fingers.
“Yes. No,” Willow said, her brow furrowing and her breath catching as the natural rise of her chest brushed her nipple against Tara’s fingers. “Yes. But no. I don’t know?”
“We really don’t have time, do we?” Tara asked sadly, a pout forming on her lips.
“No, we don’t,” Willow sighed, her voice heavy with regret.
“Mmm… so we get to do the responsible thing and go back downstairs?” Tara asked, her pout melting into a rueful smile.
“Yeah, ‘cuz, they’re kind of expecting us. And they’re right downstairs,” Willow said.
“And I want hours and hours,” Tara said firmly, nodding her head and placing a light kiss on Willow’s lips.
“Hours are good,” Willow agreed, nodding as Tara removed her hand from its happy place and sat up, pulling Willow into a sitting position. “Hours are very good. Tonight?”
“Oh, definitely,” Tara said with a smile, sealing the deal with a kiss.
by Sela » Wed Mar 13, 2002 12:28 am
I can't wait to read your take on meeting the folks. I'm interested to read about Ira Rosenberg. He's been a mystery in the Buffyverse. I've read a few portrayals, and I would like to see yours. I just know that it will satisfy me.
And please, grace us with another update...and soon. I know you've been harried, but your fic is one of the few bright spots in my day!!! I'm sure more kitties would concur with me on that one!
--Sela
by Pixie » Wed Mar 13, 2002 1:20 am
by mollyig » Wed Mar 13, 2002 2:47 am
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"There are a thousand things about me I want only you to know"
You've got to show - Indigo Girls
by jomarch » Wed Mar 13, 2002 5:21 am
I do feel that it is the calm before the storm so I am going to batten down the hatches .
PS Waves pom poms furiously about, does splits in air and cheers
2,4,6,8
I can't wait for your next update
by katydid » Wed Mar 13, 2002 5:39 am
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"She practically has 'genuine molded plastic' stamped on her ass.
by Bobo's Mom » Wed Mar 13, 2002 6:48 am
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TARA: Willow and I always know how to find each other!
ANYA: With yoga?
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BUFFYBOT: That'll put marzipan in your pie plate, bingo!
by YuriPup » Wed Mar 13, 2002 7:22 am
quote:
Because there weren’t ever any marks on them, except that one time in third grade when the teacher underlined one of my sentences and said I ended a sentence with a preposition.
Winston Churchill, on being critisized for the same thing said: "This is the type of non-sence with which I will not put."
Nice update but you need some ominous in it .
quote:by wiccachica » Wed Mar 13, 2002 7:58 am
That little coy trysty session was.... ummm... (looking in my Funk and Wagnalls.....) Tantric? Is that the word?
Wait....Terrific...there it is....
As always, Sass...I clap...fan...and bow...and fan some more.....
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"You're *NOT* the source of me." - Buffy
" I mock you with my monkey pants!" -Oz
by Mufin » Wed Mar 13, 2002 8:13 am
Bobo's Mom, I have to disagree. Sure, the last posts were a great read and a welcome break from the angst, but the scoobies have a big-big bad and a deadline to deal with. No time no time! =(
Sassette still has me up on a cliff a few pages back. Thanks to A and B of Being Willow Rosenberg it is no longer cold and windy up here, but it is still really really high, and I haven't asked for a spiffy harness yet. Help?
mmm... worship Sassette...
*grinning smitten*
by Web Warlock » Wed Mar 13, 2002 8:26 am
I loved it!
I love this too. “After the first five minutes, I find myself wondering how many licks it takes to get to the center of a Willow pop,”
I just may have found a new sig!
Warlock
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web.warlock@attbi.com webwarlock@planetadnd.com
Author, the Netbooks of Witches and Warlocks
The Other Side: http://www.xtreme-gaming.com/theotherside/
Shadow Earth Games: http://www.rpghost.com/WebWarlock/
The FanCC: http://www.enworld.org/fancc/
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"And remember, if you hurt her, I will beat you to death with a shovel.
A vague disclaimer is nobody's friend." - Willow.
by Owl » Wed Mar 13, 2002 8:42 am
I was given to understand that there might be a cliffhanger of the non-bloody variety before thursday.... *trying really hard to jump up in down in my harness, which is hanging, for now, in a very happy place.*
Welcome to the squad, WiccansIllusion! Yes, you all look fabulous. More cheers, jomarch? you promised! *leering, leering, and still more leering at fellow cheerleaders*
by nika » Wed Mar 13, 2002 8:57 am
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"The word 'GULP!'comes to mind." Tara
by jomarch » Wed Mar 13, 2002 9:06 am
Ready, Ok
We are the smittens, the mighty, mighty smittens,
There's Pixie, Owl, ,WI, Jomarch and the rest (just shout out your names )
We're here to cheer and drink some beer and wait for the mighty Sass...
Yahhhh, everyone jumps and waves pom poms, Pixie, wow great backflip! (Owl stop leering and show us some splits)
by Sassette » Wed Mar 13, 2002 9:13 am
**Sela: Naughty assertive Tara ... yeah ... *happy sigh* Being the author rocks. I get any kind of Tara I want. And I'm glad you liked the pauses ... I just kind of sit here at the keyboard and let my brain run with things, and I kinda' imagine how AH and AB would deliver the lines if this were a script. Glad to hear my imagination isn't completely on crack. As for Ira Rosenberg ... I'm thinking about it. Because, y'know, there are some very identifiable Willow-Traits that she had to get from SOMEWHERE. And, y'know, she really doesn't look that much like her mom.
**Pixie: HeeHeeHee ... those were probably my two favorite lines to write in that whole update. Possibly the whole series. Though, the last bit of "Rest for the Wicked" is right up there. But of funny lines? Those were my favorites. The lesbian-friendly truckers come in a close third.
**mollyig: Heh ... you said "interlude" ... Heh Heh Heh. Not that that means anything. I'm just ... not quite awake yet, and that struck me as amusing for some reason. And thanks ... willowbabble is kind of hard to write, because it's just not normal, y'know? I have to kind of figure out exactly what Willow's thinking and put it on the page in cute run-on sentences, instead of just having her say the important bits, which I can do for everyone else. Gotta' love Willow *G*
**ForeverPiper: *HUGE GRIN RIGHT BACK ATCHA'*
**jomarch: You're very, very welcome. I love coming back to the board and seeing tons of responses. Makes me feel all warm and fuzzy inside. And yeah ... it's very muchly the calm before the storm.
**katydid: Thank you *G* I'm glad it gave someone a happy ... but, errr ... not in a dirty way *g* And the next update will either be tonight, or next week. We'll have to see.
**Bobo's Mom: I'll share the joy for as long as I possibly can - and I really do feel it's my civic duty. Like serving on a jury, though that wasn't this much fun. However, the main storyline is kinda' ... urgent. Two weeks to live, and all that. Unless something happens that speeds up that timetable.
**YuriPup: Winston Churchill was SO the man. And I'm sure he'd be quite flattered I think so, though somewhat confused by the terminology. And I promise to do the fun ominous angsty stuff later. You know.
**wiccachica: Well, they weren't quite nekkid enough for 'Tantric'... but I'll take 'terrific' *G*
**Mufin: And now I just wanna' hear you say: "No Time for LOVE, Dr. Jones!" And yup ... Big Bad, DEADline, as it were (please excuse the pun ... have I mentioned I'm not awake yet), and other delightfully angsty things to come. And you'll have to ask one of the other readers for a harness. I don't have one. I'm just rock-climbing here. Barehanded.
**Web Warlock: Heh ... sig line? Go nuts.
**Owl: Yes, you might still get the cliffhanger. I'm considering leaving you all in the happy place until I get back, but really ... where's the angsty painful happy in that? So, we'll see if I have time to get y'all to the cliffhanger before I leave ... I still have to finalize a few things (I love traveling by the seat of my pants *g*), and pack, but hey - procrastinating is one of my finest skills.
**nika: I think Tara might object. But can I just say "sweet chewy center" ... ? *blink blink* Damn, I'm REALLY not awake right now. I cannot be held responsible for my actions.
**jomarch: Midnight? Eek! Well, enjoy 'Normal Again' ... I did. I thought it was pretty damn cool in a whacked-out freak kinda' way. And thanks for the cheer *G*
Now I really need to go to work before I am MUY late. Have fun!
-Sass
by mollyig » Wed Mar 13, 2002 9:45 am
quote:
Originally posted by Sassette:
**mollyig: Heh ... you said "interlude" ... Heh Heh Heh. Not that that means anything. I'm just ... not quite awake yet, and that struck me as amusing for some reason.
interlude - not internude!
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"There are a thousand things about me I want only you to know"
You've got to show - Indigo Girls
by WiccansIllusion » Wed Mar 13, 2002 6:36 pm
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My heart is cleaver than I am and it knows what to do. ~MC 'Legends of the Kiss'
by Pixie » Wed Mar 13, 2002 8:18 pm
quote:
Originally posted by Sassette:
[B]**nika: I think Tara might object. But can I just say "sweet chewy center" ... ? /B]
Um, wouldn't that be "sweet creamy center"?
Jomarch, great cheer!!! And Owl, those splits were just...wow!
Still smitten
quote:by Owl » Wed Mar 13, 2002 8:26 pm
by jomarch » Wed Mar 13, 2002 8:41 pm
by WiccansIllusion » Wed Mar 13, 2002 8:45 pm
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My heart is cleaver than I am and it knows what to do. ~MC 'Legends of the Kiss'
by Pixie » Wed Mar 13, 2002 9:29 pm
Oh man, I have gotten SO naughty in the last 2 months! Wait, didn't I discover this board some time in January?
Hey Owl, maybe we could teleport the massage table from mariacomet's scully-boat over here to help you out?
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