I've been naughty since...I was 16...and ..well...that was back when I was reading Xena smut..LOL
and that was 5 years
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My heart is cleaver than I am and it knows what to do. ~MC 'Legends of the Kiss'
by WiccansIllusion » Wed Mar 13, 2002 10:02 pm
I've been naughty since...I was 16...and ..well...that was back when I was reading Xena smut..LOL
and that was 5 years
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My heart is cleaver than I am and it knows what to do. ~MC 'Legends of the Kiss'
by jomarch » Wed Mar 13, 2002 11:02 pm
Ready, Ok
We're naughty, we're cute and have cool names to boot.
We're here to cheer and sometimes we do leer!
we want Sassette to give us what we want
we need more smut and will settle for alot.
(Everyone throw pom poms in the air and do high kicks)
[This message has been edited by jomarch (edited March 16, 2002).]
by Sassette » Wed Mar 13, 2002 11:32 pm
-Sass
by jomarch » Wed Mar 13, 2002 11:41 pm
quote:
Originally posted by Sassette:
Well, I just completed all of my last-minute "Oh, God, I'm getting on a plane TOMORROW ... where did the time go?" errands ... so ... I'm thinking ... I don't really need to SLEEP, do I? I mean ... just because that would mean staying up for two days straight ... that's not so bad, right?-Sass
waves pom poms furiously at Sassette
Sleeping is overated . I have always suffered from insomnia and would know. So does this mean we get a couple of updates before you board your flight? Am going to write more cheers now.....
by WiccansIllusion » Thu Mar 14, 2002 12:05 am
So that means an update before you leave :: grins and refills Sass's carabeener mug with coffee::
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by Sassette » Thu Mar 14, 2002 12:09 am
And we prefer Coca-Cola ... just an FYI
Seriously, though, it's ... what? 11pm here? Almost 11:30? And I'm gonna be taking a train up to LA, then a plane out of LAX, which leaves ... in about 24 hours ... so if I stay up all night writing, I >might< get two hours on the train, and possibly three or so on the plane, then ... oh, wow ... I'm gonna' be awake for, like, three days straight.
Heh.
Cool.
-Sass
by Pixie » Thu Mar 14, 2002 12:10 am
Okay, landing in a split without panties on is a tad uncomfortable. The grass is a bit tickly.
BTW Sass, if you want, I'll be happy to use some of my free time to read your "Shabbat dinner at the Rosenberg's" chapter while you're away....you can just e-mail it to me....really I don't mind. *whispers at the cheerleaders huddled in jealous outrage behind her* hey, shut up, she's about to give in. Of course I'll show it to you!
Still smitten
by Owl » Thu Mar 14, 2002 12:10 am
*shaking head in disbelief*
*rubbing eyes in disbelief*
Is it my birthday? Panty-free cheerleaders doing high kicks! i really like... uh.... liberated... women... It isn't my birthday, but it must be someone's... Someone pour some of that gatorade on my head! *Leeeeeering again.* did somebody say massage???
--Owl, who is not really this naughty. really.
by Sassette » Thu Mar 14, 2002 12:17 am
And Owl ... I think you're not naughty in the same way that I don't read or write graphic sex scenes, ever.
-Sass
Maybe I should, umm ... write the update instead of playing? *G*
by jomarch » Thu Mar 14, 2002 12:31 am
by Owl » Thu Mar 14, 2002 12:38 am
*CRUNCH, CRUNCH, CRUNCH* tickly grass....
*choke, cough, hack hack hack*
took a swig of beer to settle down... mind you, i don't wear a beer helmet because this doesn't happen often.... now i'm thinking of switching....
jealous outrage, naughty, naughty, panties in a heap....
*splutter* rotfl.
I think i woke the neighbors.
by Sassette » Thu Mar 14, 2002 2:03 am
-Sass
Title: Answering Darkness Part 39a - Discoveries
Author: Sassette
Feedback: Can be sent to pink_overalls@yahoo.com
Summary: The plot thickens. But is still as clear as pea soup. Luckily, no one's head spins all the way around. Does anyone read these things?
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. We're splitting from canon here - this was MEANT to be a quick and easy reconciliation fic … but it just didn't turn out that way. Stupid Hell God … Stupid Plot … getting in the way of my snugglies, damnit. Freakin' Angst. Grrrr.
Answering Darkness Part 39a
Discoveries
By Sassette
"I'm here," Anya announced, entering the Summers house with a few hefty tomes under her arm. "I have closed the shop and have made myself available for research."
"I … you closed the shop?" Buffy asked, blinking at Anya owlishly as the words from the page of the book she had been reading swam before her eyes.
"Yes, I closed the shop," Anya said, her voice … curiously chipper.
"And why did you close the shop?" Giles asked, removing his glasses and blinking his tired eyes.
"I sold enough merchandise to make up for any losses I might sustain by my early closure. And, in fact, each day that I'm open this week is pure profit, because I was planning on being out on the road with Tara longer," Anya said earnestly. "Besides. I might have found something."
"What did you find?" Giles asked, putting his glasses back on hurriedly and reaching for the books in Anya's hands. Anya handed them over with an excited little bounce.
"I mean, it's not really good news," Anya said seriously. "But I found it. I did the research thing inbetween customers instead of counting the money again, and I found it."
"What, exactly, did you find?" Giles asked, opening the first book and turning to the helpfully marked page.
"Please tell me it's something about Tara's ancestor - that Betrayer chick, so I don't have to read this whole thing?" Buffy said piteously, flipping through the book in her lap.
"Tara's ancestor?" Anya asked.
"Yes," Giles confirmed. "It would appear that Tara had an ancestor in the same place and time as Willow's and the defeat of The Trickster," he explained.
"Did someone say our names?" Willow asked, entering the room, fingers entwined with Tara's.
"Were they orgasm friends?" Anya asked seriously.
"Well," Giles said, coughing lightly. "I dare say they likely were."
"What are we talking about?" Tara asked slowly, her brow furrowing.
Anya looked over at Tara knowingly, mouthing the words 'Fate Was Here' and pointing at her ass.
"Oh, ummm … the whole Betrayer and Devil thing?" Tara hazarded a guess.
"What was that?" Willow asked Tara in an undertone, casting a suspicious look at Anya.
"I'll explain later," Tara promised, squeezing the hand in her own lightly.
"So what did you find?" Giles asked again, frowning at the page. "Oh, yes, I see," he mumbled, reading the words carefully.
"So what's that?" Willow asked, moving to stand behind Giles and looking over his shoulder, smiling when she felt Tara stay next to her, their shoulders brushing.
"Hmm? What?" he said distractedly, then looked up at Willow. "It seems to be a prophecy of some kind," he mused.
"Oh, no," Anya corrected him instantly. "It's an accounting. It's already happened."
"What already happened?" Tara wondered aloud.
"The tipping of the scales in Hell," Anya explained. "That passage tells about how Glory came to earth and what that did to Hell."
"I'll bite," Buffy said. "What did it do to Hell?"
"It threw it all out of whack," Anya said. "It made the whole thing unbalanced, because without The Beast to act as a counterweight to The Trickster, The Scales is all lopsided."
"Then why did they boot her out?" Buffy asked. "I mean, I kinda' get it. I certainly woulda' booted her out of anywhere I was. But if the unbalancey thing is bad, why?"
"From what I can tell, it's all part of The Trickster's master plan," Anya started to explain.
"She's right," Giles said slowly, quickly re-reading the passage. "It would seem that The Trickster somehow managed to deceive The Scales and make it believe that Hell could remain in balance without Glory. With their combined powers, they cast her out of Hell, but The Scales was worried about the balance here on earth with a force such as Glory around, and so it combined her with a human - Ben - to sort of … even the scales," Giles finished weakly.
"That bastard," Willow ground out. As Giles had explained, Willow felt a deep-seated anger take hold of her. The Trickster had done all of this? . Tara's insanity was his fault. Glory trying to kill Dawn was his fault. Buffy's death - his fault as well. Her own magick addiction. How many people had Glory killed outright because The Trickster had her tossed out of Hell? How much suffering had he caused?
"Hey, honey?" Tara said gently, squeezing Willow's hand when she felt the body next to her start to shake.
"I just … I hate him," Willow said on a hoarse whisper, her body shaking as she shut her eyes and swallowed hard, trying to fight the bile rising up. "He … I. Hate. Him."
"Baby, no," Tara said, turning to Willow and hugging her close with one arm, her other hand still holding tight to Willow's. "Don't give in to that," she whispered into Willow's ear, rubbing her back gently. "The whole Glory thing is behind us," she soothed, pushing down her own dark remembrances of that time.
"I'm sorry, but I'm with Willow on this one," Buffy said, her voice a growl. "Pretty much hating him. Can I kill him?" she asked, looking over at Giles.
"Yes, because we all fared so well against Glory," Giles observed dryly.
"He's … a very bad man," Anya said emphatically. "And he's extremely smart, so we need to be thinking straight. Or, thinking 'clearly' if you're gay. Because that would preclude the whole 'straight' thing. My point is, he's obviously been planning this whole thing for a very long time."
"W-what does Glory have to do with his plans?" Tara asked slowly, turning her eyes to Anya.
"Don't you see? He was planning on Glory being a one-way trip. That she would throw Hell out of balance, and that The Scales would eventually try to kick him out of Hell, too, so the balance would be restored," Anya explained.
"So we stop him," Willow said firmly.
"Well, yes and no," Anya said. "I mean, definitely yes, because … well, we like having you around. Xander and Tara would be very depressed without you, and I wouldn't get orgasms or girl-talk for >months<."
"Umm … thanks?" Willow asked confusedly.
"You're welcome," Anya said politely before continuing. "But the bad part is, that an unbalanced Hell is bad."
"How bad is 'bad'?" Buffy piped in. "Like, 'shoes not matching purse' bad, or 'buckle up for the Apocalypse' bad?"
"I'm afraid it's rather bad," Giles said, looking back at the book. "It's … Hell has to be balanced, or it throws the whole universe out of balance."
"Huh with the what?" Buffy said.
"It's like … The Scales balances The Trickster and The Beast, the way that the earth balances what we would call 'Heaven' and 'Hell'," Tara said slowly, clearly understanding the concept and trying to articulate what she saw in her mind. "It's like two sets of scales balanced on another set of scales. Only, the two mini-scales can completely throw off the big scale."
"Cosmic light and order. Cosmic dark and chaos," Willow murmured, letting go of Tara's hand and practically running to the couch, turning her laptop towards her and running her hands lightly over the keys before striking a series in rapid succession, her brow furrowing.
"What is it, Baby?" Tara asked softly, moving to sit next to Willow. Willow scooted closer when Tara sat, so that they remained in contact from their shoulders to their knees, and Tara smiled softly, a blush crawling up her neck at the subconscious gesture. Willow's eyes remained on the screen, as if she were only aware of Tara's presence on the physical level, instinctive and instant.
"It's, umm …" Willow said distractedly, frowning as she clicked through several screens. "Something I read. A cosmological treatise."
"Oh. Rachel Jones?" Giles asked, looking over at Willow. "Her paper on the balance of good and evil forces?"
"Right," Willow affirmed with a nod. "Only she postulates that good and evil are merely one duality in a whole slew of cosmic dualities. Like … Order and Chaos. Light and Dark. Male and Female. Love and Hate. It's … I ran across it awhile back," she continued absently, still searching for the file.
"And you read this … for fun?" Buffy asked incredulously.
"It's an extremely interesting piece," Giles said defensively on Willow's behalf. "Dr. Jones is one of the premiere minds in cosmological studies."
"Dr. Jones?" Buffy asked with a smirk. "Does she have a hat and a whip and a gun?"
"And that strange boy who follows her around proclaiming that she doesn't have time for orgasms?" Anya added.
"No, she does not," Giles said with a roll of his eyes and an exasperated sigh.
"So she >does< have time for orgasms," Anya concluded. "That's good. I know I'm much happier when I've had -"
"For the love of all that is holy, do NOT finish that sentence," Giles cut in.
"Here it is," Willow said triumphantly, bringing up the document with a smile.
"But I'm not sure how applicable it is," Giles hedged, looking over at Willow.
"Well, maybe not directly," Willow affirmed. "But it does go over some of the consequences of things being out of balance. And they give out PhD's in cosmology?" she asked as an afterthought, looking over at Giles.
"Well, the Watcher's Council does run a mystical university of sorts," Giles confessed. "It's just … not very applicable to anything outside being a member of the council."
"And I'm just now hearing about it?" Willow wondered aloud. Not that she would have gone. No, she would have stayed in Sunnydale. But for Giles not to mention it? Did he think she was a fraud? An academic fraud fated to get A's? "It's a school! With learning! Scooby-type learning!"
"Except for a few notable exceptions, you already know more than the instructors at that school," Giles said gently, a small smile crossing his usually stoic features. "And while you would be an asset to the Council, they don't deserve you," he added frankly.
"Oh," Willow said quietly, a blush stealing across her face.
"See? No academic fraud," Tara whispered in her ear, having read exactly what Willow was thinking on her expressive face and earning a happy sidelong glance with a bonus smile. "My little Willow Pop," she added, unable to help herself. Willow had that 'study' look, and some decidedly non-studious thoughts were racing their way across Tara's brain.
"You're thinking that now?" Willow asked in an undertone, looking over at Tara with wide eyes, praying that Buffy's slayer hearing wasn't picking up the exchange.
"Oh, yes," Tara confirmed with a happy little nod and a decidedly naughty twinkle in her eye. Willow's eyes were drawn to the movement as Tara's teeth worried her lower lip, and a little self-conscious half-smile crossed her face.
"I know you two want to go have sex now, but we're all waiting to find out what happens when the cosmic scales are out of whack," Anya protested. While she certainly approved of quality orgasm-time, she didn't like it when people kept her waiting. Even if those people were her friends. Besides, Xander wouldn't be there for hours, and if Willow and Tara were going to have an orgasm break, she wanted one, too.
"We were talking about studying," Willow protested half-heartedly, skimming through the paper, her attention divided between the words on the screen, Anya's comments, and Tara's silently supportive form sitting next to her. And Tara's hands. And Tara's body, so close to her own. And Tara's …
Shaking herself out of her Tara-full reverie, Willow tuned out the conversation buzzing around her, reading over the paper and gleaning from it all the useful facts and speculations she could find.
by mollyig » Thu Mar 14, 2002 3:31 am
And again, your portrayal of Anya is just classic!
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"I could paint you in the dark cause I've studied you with hunger as a work of art"
Collecting You - Indigo Girls
by YuriPup » Thu Mar 14, 2002 6:50 am
I would be tempted to make Justien's... interesting for you should you stay up that long.
Nice update. I think Tara has been corrupted by the Pup side of the Farce.
by LeatherQueen » Thu Mar 14, 2002 7:03 am
Have fun in NY!
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"Honey, I'm the original one-eyed chicklet in the kingdom of the blind." -Glory
by Bobo's Mom » Thu Mar 14, 2002 8:06 am
Sass, I so love the way you write Anya!!
Still smitten
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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 Mufin » Thu Mar 14, 2002 8:53 am
quote:
Summary: The plot thickens. But is still as clear as pea soup. Luckily, no one's head spins all the way around. Does anyone read these things?
I read them, cos sometimes you say something funny, like that!
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quote:by Owl » Thu Mar 14, 2002 8:59 am
"How mad, how absurd and horrible was all that was ordinary and trivial when your heart was smitten-yes, it was smitten, he knew it now-with that frightening 'sunstroke,' with a love that is too strong, with happiness that is too great!"
---Ivan Bunin, "Sunstroke"
ot neio bez uma.
by Pixie » Thu Mar 14, 2002 9:29 am
Have a great time in NY. I'm sure we'll find something to keep us busy while you're gone. Hey fellow smittens, my abs thank you for that workout while I was reading all of the between-update posts! Owl, maybe you shouldn't be eating chips while reading...
Still smitten
by jomarch » Thu Mar 14, 2002 5:13 pm
Anyway, do have a good time in NY and I don't know if its better that we don't get another update with a cliffhanger (and wait for 5 days) or that we do.
SO fellow cheerleader smittens we are left to our own devices. Whose up for strip cheers. Its sort of like strip poker but without the cards...Anyone? you can use your pom poms.. Well, someone better thnik of something
by Owl » Thu Mar 14, 2002 7:09 pm
As Jomarch said, we have been left to our own devices by the mighty sass. I agree that we need to do something to keep ourselves occupied. Otherwise- who knows what kind of mayhem we will cause out there. Some ideas:
1) Storm into other threads and flash them.
2) Obviously, cheerleading practice and cheer writing.
3) General Naughtiness. See jomarch's and WiccansIllusion's ideas above.
4) Write our own Smitten Spoilers and Speculations. Here are some of mine. (i'm sorry. indulge me?) They aren't REAL spoilers, so they are safe for everyone.
SMITTEN SPOILERS:
+confirmed: Willow and Tara will wear pants!
+possible: Ira and Sheila will come out at Shabbat dinner.
+likely: The trickster will be distracted by a group of beautiful, sexy, leggy, acrobatic cheerleaders. Unmatched in their capacity for unbound enthusiasm, they will throw their panties at him, and he will be vanquished. This will allow Willow and Tara to get with some major smoochies. Yay!
Anybody else?
by jomarch » Thu Mar 14, 2002 7:25 pm
quote:
Originally posted by Owl:
Attention, Smitten Squad:SMITTEN SPOILERS:
+confirmed: Willow and Tara will wear pants!
+possible: Ira and Sheila will come out at Shabbat dinner.
+likely: The trickster will be distracted by a group of beautiful, sexy, leggy, acrobatic cheerleaders. Unmatched in their capacity for unbound enthusiasm, they will throw their panties at him, and he will be vanquished. This will allow Willow and Tara to get with some major smoochies. Yay!Anybody else?
Ok, just in for the confirmed spoiler- in tribute to Smitten squad, Willow and Tara will wear pants but go commando!
possible spoiler updated to likely for Shabbat dinner - and during dinner W & T will excuse themselves and come back with blouses inside out!
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A Smitten Squad member will sacrifice good taste, virtousness and possibly sanity by offering to write Trickster's memoirs in Haiku and sonnet format (Working title - Badness in me, like a river flows, Sassette can write smut) so that he will leave W&T alone for the NC-17 rating stuff.
by WiccansIllusion » Fri Mar 15, 2002 1:26 am
by Pixie » Fri Mar 15, 2002 9:17 am
Tara took Willow's hand as they left the Summers' house. Willow responded with a comforting squeeze and a smile, knowing her lover was nervous about finally meeting her parents.
As they passed the park, the sound of yelling reached them. Willow's first reaction was the inevitable "Scooby reflex" - to run towards danger instead of away from it. Then she looked at Tara, a bit confused. "Are they yelling in rhyme?"
"It sounds like it," Tara responded. "Maybe it's a rhyming demon!"
"Yeah, and I know that would kill me, because trying to come up with rhymes is hard, and what if you're also forced to do it in iambic pentameter, or haikus might be easier. But haikus don't rhyme, and actually that screaming seems kinda happy..." Willow petered off, knowing full well that Tara was trying not to grin. She looked towards the park again. "Actually it sounds...almost...cheerful. We should probably check it out anyway. We're a few minutes early for Shabbat dinner."
They headed into the park, moving quickly but cautiously. As they got closer, a strange sight met their eyes. A group of women, in cheerleading uniforms, kicking, jumping, and...cheering for all they were worth. Several of them even seemed to be attempting a human pyramid.
Willow suddenly felt her mouth go dry and a blush creep over her face. "Uh, Tara...they're not wearing any panties!"
Tara's face was red as well, as she touched Willow's arm and wordlessly pointed to a spot on the ground. At least a dozen pairs of panties were strewn in a heap.
Tara leaned into her lover and whispered huskily in her ear, "I like the lacy ones." She grinned at Willow's half shocked and half naughty expression, then moved away. "Come on, we don't want to be late for dinner."
Willow let Tara gently pull her back towards the street. Tara hid another smile and thought, "it's a good thing she didn't notice that pile of harnesses under the tree. Either we'd never get to her parent's house, or dinner would be a lot more embarrassing than I expected."
*Note - "Scooby reflex" copyrighted to Sassette.
Feel free to throw your panties at me to express your appreciation, or disgust!
Sass, I'm just playing. Don't be mad! Still smitten
by WiccansIllusion » Fri Mar 15, 2002 9:45 am
by canadian kitty » Fri Mar 15, 2002 9:58 am
by WiccansIllusion » Fri Mar 15, 2002 10:40 am
by wiccachica » Fri Mar 15, 2002 12:15 pm
What a truly great image that was Pixie...
thank you.
( holding pom pom over exposed skin demurely)
Let's hear it for Pixie!
2-4-6-8....sans-pantie cheers are realy great!
Rah! Rah! Rah!
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"You're *NOT* the source of me." - Buffy
" I mock you with my monkey pants!" -Oz
by WiccansIllusion » Fri Mar 15, 2002 4:36 pm
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Willow called her mother said "we're up here for the holidays. Tara and I were having solstice, now we need a place to stay." And her very Jewish mother looked at pictures of Willow playing the dreidle game, of eating potato pancakes and chocolate money. Sheila said to Willow then "I know I tried to burn you at the stake for all your witchy ways-" And Willow said "its over now you weren't yourself, but really, we need a place to stay."
So the Pagans and the Jews sat together at the table
finding faith in common ground the best that they where able
And just before the meal was served, hands where held and prayers where said, sending hope to peace on earth to all their gods and goddesses.
The food was great, the menorah lit, the meal had gone without a hitch till Ira turned to Willow and said "Is it true that your a lesbian?"
Her Mom jumped up and said "the potato pancakes are burning," and hit the kitchen
It was Tara who spoke and said "It's true your daughters a lesbian. But we love each other, the friends we share, the de- the school we attend. You find love from your love from your God, we find love everywhere."
So the Pagans and the Jews sat together at the table
finding faith in common ground the best that they where able
And just before the meal was served, hands where held and prayers where said, sending hope to peace on earth to all their gods and goddesses.
When Willow tried to do the dishes Sheila said "Oh no, don't bother."
And Ira saw the love between Willow and the blonde named Tara. He saw
how much they laughed and shared, and how they loved one another.
He thought about his daughter, and how they hadn't spoken much that year,
he thought about pulling her aside and telling her he was proud, and that he still loved her.
Later that night while all the Scoobies had all tucked themselves into bed, Tara turned to Willow and said " So is this how you think Sassette will write?" Willow could only hope, and kissed her lover goodnight.
So the Pagans and the Jews sat together at the table
finding faith in common ground the best that they where able
And just before the meal was served, hands where held and prayers where said, sending hope to peace on earth to all their gods and goddesses.
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My heart is cleaver than I am and it knows what to do. ~MC 'Legends of the Kiss'
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