by Lonewolf » Tue Feb 26, 2002 1:47 pm
I have to agree with everybody here about the snuggles, we need our snuggles.
Can't wait to read more.
Lonewolf
by aladdin » Tue Feb 26, 2002 5:46 pm
Still, something about this episode left me behind with strange feelings. I hate violence and IMO, there is no excuse for hitting, hurting or damaging other people, no matter what they've done. I read that people here think that the Maclays deserved to get beaten up by Buffy. No! They were mean and wrong but revenge is quite high on the list of the worst things on this world..yes, BtVS is my favorite TV show but that doesn't mean that I glorify violence against other humans. Once again, violence is a sign of weakness and so, I'm not OK with your last scene. No one on this world deserves to be treated like that, and nothing will convince me from the opposite. Never ever. True strength means to controll yourself, to be fair and maybe even better than those who wrong you.
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On ne voit bien qu'avec le coeur. L'essentiel est invisible pour les yeux.
[This message has been edited by aladdin (edited February 26, 2002).]
by katydid » Tue Feb 26, 2002 7:37 pm
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"She practically has 'genuine molded plastic' stamped on her ass.
by Thanatopsis » Tue Feb 26, 2002 10:25 pm
quote:
"Move them in, move them out. Is that the only reason they ever bring us?" Anya said to Xander on the stairs.
Very funny.
Do we want snuggles? What a silly question. of course we do. Excellent story, I've definitely enjoyed seeing a "what could have happend."
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Kind of an unusual name. There's hardly any except Warren Beatty and, you know, President Harding. It's probably not either of them.
~Willow in IWMTLY
by Willowfan » Wed Feb 27, 2002 12:07 am
by ellenfan » Wed Feb 27, 2002 2:53 am
But I somehow have to agree with aladdin here. It took me a while to comment on your last chapter, since I wasn´t sure how to say it, but it left me with a strange feeling, too. Beating up the McClays is no solution, and I don´t think that it´s something Buffy would do. Yes, they have betrayed Tara, and emotionally and physically abused her. And I could understand that almost everybody here wanted revenge for that. But not even Tara wanted Buffy to go after them like she did.
I´m sorry, but the last chapter just doesn´t work for me. But you can easily make up for it with another chapter with snuggles and maybe even more.
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„For this, we should all erect little shrines to the goddess Ellen and burn lavender incense. Network TV finally has gays and lesbians on its radar.“ Joyce Millman, Salon.com, May 2000
"Nobody messes with my girl!" Tara in Bargaining Part 2
by wiltar » Wed Feb 27, 2002 5:07 am
Patricia
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"What are they looking at?"
"The hotness of you, doofus!"
by Jessie » Wed Feb 27, 2002 10:13 am
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"And how long have you known your girlfriend's Tinkerbell?"
by Tiggrscorpio » Wed Feb 27, 2002 10:37 am
Chosen Family - Part 9
They reached Sunnydale a little after midnight that same evening. Willow and Tara held each other, the entire trip home. Buffy marveled at how perfectly the two women fit together. Even while sleeping, their love for one another was radiant.
The gang helped carry Tara's things to her room and then said their goodnights. Tara timidly approached the Slayer.
"Buffy," she said.
"Yeah, Tara?"
"Thank you." The gratitude on her face, conveyed the deeper meaning of the two small words.
Buffy smiled and hugged the shy blonde.
"I'm glad you're home," she said sincerely.
Inside Tara's dorm room, Willow was busy unpacking suitcases and boxes. From her desk chair, Tara watched her girl, amused.
"Willow," she said.
"Huh?" the redhead said, filling up a dresser drawer with Tara's socks and undies.
"What are you doing?"
"I'm putting your stuff back where it belongs." She continued opening boxes.
"Is that really what you want to do right now?" the blonde asked curiously.
Green eyes locked onto blue ones.
"I want things the way they were," Willow said seriously.
"That won't be easy. A lot has happened in the last few days," the blonde said quietly.
"What are you saying?" The redhead looked worried.
Tara smiled easily. "Oh Willow. Come here."
She reached out one arm toward the redhead. Willow walked over and stood in front of her chair. Tara took the hackers hand in her own.
"Sit," she ordered.
She pulled Willow down on her lap. Willow draped her arms around the blonde's neck. Tara cupped Willow's face in her hands. She brought her girl to her lips and gave her a scorching kiss. Willow moved her hands, through golden tresses, to the back of Tara's head. She parted her lips and deepened their kiss. Their tongues danced a familiar ritual. After parting, they rested their foreheads together. Tara's hands fell to the top of Willow's thighs.
"Wow," Tara exclaimed.
"I'm thinking your things are getting put away tomorrow, missy." Willow smirked.
"Willow, I want to talk with you," Tara said seriously.
"So, you get me all overheaty to do the talking thing," the redhead teased.
Tara gave a slight smile. "I need you to know what my life was like. Growing up."
"Okay." Willow tucked a golden strand behind Tara's ear.
"Some of it won't be too easy to listen to," she said uneasily.
"Hey." She held Tara's face in her hands. "I'm here, baby. I'm not gonna let you go again. Not ever."
"I love you, Willow."
"I love you, sweetie."
"We should get comfortable. This could be a long story."
They made the bed. Willow rested against the headboard, while Tara sat cross-legged next to her. Tara talked for a long time. She bared the deep rooted pain, that was her life before meeting Willow. Tara watched in awe as Willow absorbed her grief and made it her own. Willow held her as she cried through the more difficult parts. The redhead would gently dry her lovers tears, all the while shedding her own.
Tara felt a wave of relief when she finished her tale. Willow could hardly believe such a kind-hearted being had been subjected to such torment. Tara had to be amazingly strong, to have held herself together for so long. They sat cross-legged on the bed. Willow held Tara's hands in her own.
"I can't believe you never told me any of this," Willow said sympathetically.
"I didn't think you'd want to be with me, if you knew."
"I think that you're remarkable. I really didn't know it was at all possible to love you more...but I do."
Tara hugged her for a long time. When they parted, she told Willow she was going to take a shower. Willow went with her. They washed each others hair. And when the raw emotions of the fresh memories overtook her girl, Willow held her tightly and shared her grief. When the pain subsided, Willow took a face cloth and soap and washed her clean. She watched as the warm spray of the shower cleansed her lover, of all the sorrow, and left behind only love.
Tara yawned as they entered her room after their shower.
"Sleepy?" Willow asked.
"A little."
They crawled under the covers, still in their robes. Tara snuggled close, cradling her head on Willow's shoulder, with her arm across her chest. They listened to the silence for awhile.
"Willow."
"Yes, love?"
Tara raised her head to look at Willow's face.
"How did you find me?"
"You left me a clue, remember?"
Tara smiled. "The feather."
"Yep."
"So, you did come here after I left. You wanted to be with me, even if I was a demon?" The blonde was still overwhelmed by Willow's love for her.
"I figured you'd still look hot, even with little red horns or something," Willow giggled.
"Willow!" the blonde said in mock outrage.
"It's true. In fact, I'm gonna buy you a pair tomorrow, to prove my point."
Tara leaned up on one elbow and rested her head against her hand. She played with the collar of Willow's robe, pushing the sides apart to reveal milky white skin. She ran her fingers across Willow's collarbone. Willow closed her eyes and enjoyed her lovers touch.
"The feather was to let you know I wanted you to find me. How did you actually find me?" she asked curiously.
The redhead smiled, her eyes still closed. Tara's caresses were making it hard to concentrate.
"You don't want to see my phone bill. And I'm still creeped about that old lady."
"What old lady?" Tara asked perplexed.
"The one with your name," Willow explained cryptically.
"Still lost here, honey."
Willow opened her eyes and looked at her girl.
"I hacked into your school file to get your address, but it turned out to be some eighty year old lady, with your name. Do you know her?"
Tara smiled slightly and shook her head. "No. I didn't want my father to find me, so I got the address out of a phone book in the library. Did you really go there?"
"Yeah. We all did. She must have thought we were nuts. I was describing you and how you weren't eighty years old, but you were twenty and..."
Willow sat upright, startling Tara.
"Oh my God. Your birthday! I missed your birthday," she said alarmed.
"Honey, it's alright."
"No. I have your present. It's in my backpack. I was gonna give it to you in the van."
Willow leaned over the side of the bed. She had dropped the backpack there earlier, when they unloaded the van. She brought the blue case onto the bed and unzipped it. She pulled out an envelope and handed it to Tara.
"Happy Birthday, love." Willow kissed her quickly.
Inside the beautiful card was a certificate for ten riding sessions at the Sunnydale stables.
"Oh Willow, it's perfect."
"So, you like it?" the redhead asked hopefully.
"I love it and I love you," she kissed her girl and hugged her tightly.
She laid Willow back down on her pillow and climbed fully on top of her. In between kisses, she said.
"So...(kiss)...I bet I...(kiss)...can convince you...(kiss)...to come riding with me."
Willow broke away. "Oh no, that kind of riding is definately a solitary thing," she said nervously.
Tara yanked the tie of Willow's robe and pulled it open. She did the same with hers, but removed it altogether. The skin on skin contact, sent tingles through both women's bodies.
Tara's hands roamed knowingly, while she lavished kisses upon her lovers face. As their passions rose, she whispered in the redhead's ear.
"Ride with me."
"Okay," the redhead squeaked in almost disbelief at what she had agreed to do.
After they made love, Tara held Willow against her heart. Tara spoke softly.
"Willow, I want you to do something for me."
Willow looked up into loving blue eyes.
"The birthday girl is quite demanding today," she smirked.
Tara smiled, but was serious. She twirled a silky red lock between her fingers.
"I want you to tell me everything about you. All the scary things you'd never dream of revealing. I want to hear it all."
Willow tensed a bit. She sat up and leaned on one elbow.
"I'm not sure if I can do that," she answered honestly.
Tara stared intently into her lovers emerald eyes.
"Then, let me introduce you to the Tara resolve face," she said, pointing at her own visage. "And Willow, if you don't start talking...when he gets here, I'm keeping my horse in your dorm room."
Willow's eyes went wide. Tara held a straight face for just a beat, before breaking into a playful grin. Willow finally relaxed and smiled.
"So, not funny."
"Honey, there's nothing you can tell me that will make me love you any less. I just don't want what's in our pasts, to have any more negative impact on our future. I'm yours. Forever and always."
Willow leaned down and kissed the tip of Tara's nose. She sighed peacefully and said.
"One Willow story, coming up."
THE END
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She's my everything!
by Jessie » Wed Feb 27, 2002 10:44 am
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"And how long have you known your girlfriend's Tinkerbell?"
by The Rose » Wed Feb 27, 2002 10:56 am
Please write another soon.
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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 » Wed Feb 27, 2002 11:10 am
BTW, Tara threatening to keep her horse in Willow's dorm room made me LOL. When I was about 8 I asked my mom if I could have a horse. She didn't say no. She said, "of course, as long as you keep it in your room." She was just being flip, but what she didn't know until 20 years later is that I spent the next week planning out where I could put a stall in my room and a ramp out my window. Then I realized I didn't want horse manure in my room, and had to tell myself I couldn't have a horse.
by *Willow* » Wed Feb 27, 2002 4:22 pm
Thank you for sharing your great story with us! Hope, we will soon see something new from you.
*willow*
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"You're a girl in love with a girl, aren't you?" Mouse asks.
"No, I'm Paulie in love with Tory," Paulie replies
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Michelle
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Kel
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i'm gonna be a fireman when the floods roll back...
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