*Happy dance, happy dance, happy dance!*



Yay...can't wait!

this one's kinda a short one kittens...but I'm going to be working on the next, much longer update in just a few minutes. I hope you enjoy this one.



All Disclaimers apply





Tara squeezed the numerous variations of green acrylics onto her palette. It was only 15 minutes into the course and already her mind was somewhere else. Physically, she was demonstrating what she'd coined as the "happy little stipple technique" for painting trees, specifically conifers. A pretty boring demonstration on any other day, but today it was just the thing.



Her back was to the students which made it all too easy for her mind to drift around. She was meeting Willow tonight and needed time to sort a few things out. Last night really threw her for a loop and she'd spent the remainder of the day in a state of denial. Her feelings for Willow were strong. In fact, she'd never felt about anyone the way she found herself feeling about Willow. But the break-down last night was peskily forcing her to realize that the things from her past, the things she'd thought she had put well behind her might not be as long gone as she'd considered them to be.



There was something blocking her from letting herself go completely. She wanted to make love with Willow it wasn't that. In the beginning she'd called herself taking things slow, but now it was beginning to move from going slow into snail paced. Heck, the snails were passing her on either side.



It wasn't that she didn't desire willow either. She did, very much, but whenever they started to take their relationship to the next level she just became petrified. Tara thought to herself.



Tara felt like Freud as her mind refused to stop psycho- analyzing everything. Maybe that was her problem.



Tara frowned as there was a disturbance behind her. For a moment she'd forgotten just exactly where she was and felt slightly irritated at the interruption to her flow of thought. Then her location came back to her. Realizing where she was, she turned around to face the class. Tony, the only male student, had his hand in the air and an confused expression on his face. "Yes?" Tara inquired. Tony lowered his hand and, using his paintbrush he pointed to the canvas she'd been working on in the front of the room.



"Um...miss Maclay? How many of those trees are we supposed to paint?"



"Huh? Tara was confused until she followed his inquiry and looked at her own canvas. Where she had intended one, maybe two trees now stood a forest of the prickly stippled conifers. "Oh!" Tara blushed, she was really losing it. "G-go ahead and s-stop where you are, and work on one of your other canvases for the rest of the hour." Tara turned away from the students and regarded the forest of wet stipples covering the surface. Tara tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, and looked up at the clock on the wall in the back of the room.



There was a bustle of commotion as the women Tara reminded herself, got their canvases from the back of the room.



The rest of the hour went by in relative quite. Everyone had an individual project to work on, and they were pretty far into the class so everyone was pretty well versed on what they should be doing. Tara circled the room a couple times, offering ideas and suggestions but for the most part she stood against the far wall and tried to look busy.



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Willow hung back, admiring Tara from a distance. the blonde was up against the far wall and seemed to be completely immersed in a painting she was working on. A smile spread across Willow's lips.. The blonde had yet to notice her presence in the doorway. which wasn't odd because they were supposed to be meeting at Willow's house after class, but fortunately Willow hadn't been able to suppress the urge to surprise the blonde. She decided her lack of Patience was fortunate because if she hadn't come tonight she wouldn't have gotten to look at the blonde in the way that she currently was...without being noticed.



Tara had on a pair of jeans and a turtleneck sweater. Her hair was tied up in a pony tail. willow thought. Because the blonde's hair was up Willow was getting an intoxicating view of the blonde's creamy neck. Well, the part right underneath her ear anyway, the turtleneck did a pretty thorough job of obscuring any real neck cleavage Willow might've caught a glimpse of otherwise. Willow had seen Tara's neck completely disrobed plenty of times, so she didn't have to use her imagination to wonder what silky offering might be underneath its woolly covering.



Finally the students began to gather their things. from time spent in various classrooms throughout life she'd learned to recognize this bit of activity as the national symbol that class was about to be dismissed. Willow leaned against the doorway for a moment longer before she entered the room. The women...and Tony, brushed past her on their way to more important destinations. But they were fools because they couldn't see that the most beautiful destination in life was standing against the far wall of this very room. Willow was glad that they were not privy to this information though, because she didn't like crowds so much...she preferred her interactions...one on one..



"For you my lady..." Willow said. Stopping in front of Tara, she Handed her the rose. Willow found herself completely taken when Tara brought the offered flower to her nose and smelled it delicately.



"Willow...you didn't have to come all the way out here... I would have--"



"I wanted to..." Willow said, quieting any protest the blonde might have had. Willow hoped that tonight would be the night that she would find the courage to tell Tara how she really felt.



TBC



xoxo

Emms

I can wax philisophically on a variety of different subjects...that doesn't,however, mean that I have anything constructive to add to the conversation.

--- Me

Edited by: MissKittys Ball O Yarn at: 2/12/05 11:47 pm

GOOD GRACIOUS



It's an update! woohoo. I love it.

So much confusion for Tara.

Tony.. the only guy in the class. Man.. must suck. Oh nvm. He must like it since there are so much lady's there, unless.. he's gay.

But its all good. Everything you wrote was perfect.

Do you know how much I like this fic? No you don't...cause I don't think I've ever come around and praised you properly. What a grievous injustice I have caused...where's that darn whack emoticon... ....there we go...



Now, what a wonderful mix of comedic moments (just the waffle iron/enjoy your lesbianism present alone...lol), new relationship issues, and W/T goodness you've got going on here. And my favorite little updating whirlwind is already back at work again? I'm always thankful for the good things.



Take care,



~Cyd

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When I'm sitting here with you, I don't even think about the slime people.

~The very romantic lead in The Slime People (1962)



Altered Shadows

So sweet. I can't wait until they get everything out in the open.

Tara: My heart doesn't stutter.


Tara: Willow, I got so lost.

Willow: I found you. I will always find you.

I don't really mind that it was a short update....because short can be sweet and that was....well that was sweet. Very sweet. Nice job.



-wiccanbotanist

"If truth is stranger than fiction then where are the flying monkeys?" - Daria

Sugas mea papilium (Suck my butterfly) - A Woman in Uniform by umgaynow

Appetite duly w(h)etted, Emms. So pleased that you're going to update this fic lots, looking forward to having feelings and discussions more out in the open. *Sits back, grabs a large mug of hot chocolate and gets comfortable.*

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quiet thoughts

Great update!



*lil´c*

"I am S-E-X-Y" Amber at the FedCon



SweetAmber ~~~ SweetAmber group ~~~ Sam´s melody

Emms, you little updating machine you!!



That was just so sugary sweet. The rose was a very nice touch. Gotta love those hidden moments when you can just stand back unnoticed and admire. Very special indeed.



Great job, now keep those fingers typing missy!



Wimpy

Aww, that was so beautiful..I loved it. Love sam xx

"Sometimes things happen between people that you don't really expect. And sometimes the things that are important are the ones that seem the weirdest or the most wrong. And those are the ones that change your life." - Jessie Sammler (Evan Rachel Wood)

Emms, way to go. that was shot simple and to the point! so in different words... it was perfect. keep up the outstanding writing! i look forward to your next update.



which i hope is really soon.



~*Shawna*~

Glad to see more of this fic. I love how Willow and tara are getting together. It's sweet to see how Tara gcan't get Willow out her mind.

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I still see dead lesbian cliches

so tell me Emms how many fics do you have going right now? i know i dont comment much but i have to say that your writing has very much improved and you are a star on the board. your #1 fan has been a little slack for not leaving feedback on your stories, but thats so changing.

keep up the good work



shandem

Willow: I was trying to program in some new puns, and I kind of ended up with word salad.

Poor distracted Tara. I kinda feel sorry for her class, what with supposedly demonstrating one or two example trees and ending up with a forest. And Willow coming to see her. As Shandem point out, how many fics do you currently have going? (all of which are fabulous, BTW.) I am in awe of the various muses that must be inspiring you to have so many quality stories going on at one time. Excellent work.

This awe-inspiring story continues to unfold and unfurl like the petals of the rose that Willow bore with her and smells as sweetly.

I love the haunting intoxicating visual of Tara's neck cleavage, all creamy smooth, white like fine porcelian china, and redolent of vanilla and those essential oils she gets from the mall.

As I watched Willow watching Tara, the phrase "Got Wood" took on a meaning perhaps unintended by the originators of the phrase.

Hi everyone I just wanted to leave a note saying that I'm working on individual replies now and they should be posted in about an hour. Also... The next update is almost ready...and it should be up this afternoon as well...



I just want to thank everyone for leaving feedback...



*off to write individual replies*



see you in a bit

xoxo

Emms

I can wax philisophically on a variety of different subjects...that doesn't,however, mean that I have anything constructive to add to the conversation.

--- Me

I wish I had had Tara as an art teacher. I was never really able to do trees all that well And yay for Willow getting ready to tell Tara how she feels! Maybe they can overtake the snails finally. Great job Emms!

"Heaven's not a place that you go when you die...it's that moment in life when you actually feel alive"

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onethousandtears lol I don't know if Tony's gay... he could be...



and I got a GOOD GRACIOUS out of you... thanks... no one's ever said good gracious and meant it in a good way..



Im so happy that you are liking the story <------ see the banana he's doin' a little dance.... a happy little dance...



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hermitfish! Oh sweetie don't whack yourself too hard! that paddle can be brutal (though you would never know it by the smile on the naughty emoticon's face)



hehe I'm a whirlwind...? and your favorite whilrwind at that?! (there should be a swooning emoticon) I guess these will have to do ....



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TheRose thanks sweetie.



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hidden watson Oooooo hot chocolate! I see you are bringing out the big guns huh? Comfort guns that is... But now there's so much pressure what if my update sucks! and there you are with your steaming hot chocolate expecting something good... Okay... I feel better now...



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wimpy fingers are indeed dutifully typing. So where's my crown?? huh?? you took it away so long ago and now my head is getting cold. I am such a deserving little kitten! Oh please can't I have it back?



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sam darls thanks sam!



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Shawna soon? it's coming right up.... well...in a few hours anyway. thanks for reading.. here...have a cow she's not very useful... but she's amusing with the gum...



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sam thanks sweetie. yes it is true that Tara can't get willow out of her mind... but the thoughts have kinda been about the confusing aspects of her feelings... I just hope that she can sort through them.... and not make any bad decisions along the way...



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Shandem oh my...it's been quite awhile since I've seen your furry paw print. Is everything okay?



anyway... I think the total count is up to five fics... I have variety issues...



I'd have to dissagree with you on the whole "Star" thing... there are so many wonderful authors on this board it's hard to single out just one for special kudos....you know... unless it's Hermitfish Cause it's no secret that I'm quite fond..



and yes you have been slack. but it's nice to see you're back again. Will you be staying?



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Willow18 thank you sweetie for the kind words... though I must admit that I have only one muse (this is where I give a "shout out" to my beautiful wife.. who is supportive in the way that she dosen't nag me about how many hours I spend on this board... I love you baby.. (end of semi-romantic ramble)



Thanks for leaving feedback hun.. and the count's up to five on the Fic 'O' Meter.



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taralicious you are just too poetic for words cause with the whole part about willow bearing petals...and how they smelled sweetly.. hehe I picutre a inspiring piece of music playing in the background as I read your feedback



"Got Wood"....



thank you sweetie for the rousing visual left by that "wood" remark...that one will stick with me for awhile...



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stillrunning I'm pretty sure the snails wont stand a chance.

I can wax philisophically on a variety of different subjects...that doesn't,however, mean that I have anything constructive to add to the conversation.

--- Me

Edited by: MissKittys Ball O Yarn at: 2/14/05 10:34 am

LizPuRR thank you.



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Kim I know it's been a long time and that I've left our girls in a perpectual state of starvation for months now...but today...today is the day that they will finally... *plays suspensefull music* today is the day they will finally have dinner! Yes! I hope you enjoy



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taralicious lol condoms would have been perfect! hehe and...ribbed for her pleasure *gasping for breath* that's too funny!



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Artemis I have a feeling Willow's frog fear will find other great ways to make it's presence known. I don't think we've seen the end of it yet!



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Wimpy the toaster oven is the most highly sought after, most coveted Item on the apology gift train...but I hear the waffle Iron is really beginning to make a name for itself.



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Willow18 wow, you read all of this in one sitting... Im thourghouly impressed. Im gald that you are liking the story so far. Thank you for leaving feedback



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hin I'm so sorry! you must have been there waiting for an update for ages! please forgive me...I'll make it up to you too...by providing a rousing update later today. forgive me?



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Sam darls you missed updates? naughty you (we really need a new and improved punishment system... I just dont think the one smiling happy face is really taking this seriously enough) Oh well....you are forgiven...now get back on the train Missy!



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Shy one Goodness, it's been a long time since I've seen your little kitten paws. how ya doin' sweetie?



Ohhh is that sugary goodness I see in my stocking? I hope it's not stale... cause it's been there for awhile... what's the self life of tropical DOTS anyway? 100 years? They should be good... *ripping box open* *coughing as the dust flys around the room* *popping a red one into my mouth* MMM delicious... *chews*.....*chews some more....* very chewy...(and just like popeye the sailor ....err...woman I get a power boost and am ready to post the next update!) Thanks shy! You're my hero!



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Willster*serving waffles* they're kinda stale...sorry about that... Okay eat up! don't mind the little bits of hair and debris... it tastes better that way. No...really it does..



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Tempest Duer yep gotta love the waffle Iron... they come in smaller boxes than the toaster oven...so it makes it easier to stock up.



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Michelle lol I don't think there was anyone that really thought buffy could be stealthy enough to hide out for long. Given the right circumstances I knew she would be popping her head out from behind that bush. Thanks for reading sweetie!



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watersong yes... updates are good. I feel that way also and have found myself repeating your little mantra whenever any of the wonderful authors here on pens posts one! Lets all repeat after watersong Updates are good! updates are good! updates are good!



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okay...that was the end of part one of the replies. Next I will be onto the latest update replies. Thanks everyone for reading and responding

I can wax philisophically on a variety of different subjects...that doesn't,however, mean that I have anything constructive to add to the conversation.

--- Me

Title- Art Appreciation

Author- MissKittys Ball O Yarn

Disclaimer- I don't own Willow and Tara...blah blah blah

spoilers- none

feedback- Yes please! I love it! I need it! I got to have it! definitely let me know if you are interested in the story!

Summary- Tara is the instructor of an art class Willow is attending...should be interesting huh?



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Tara stood behind Willow as the red-head pushed the key into the lock. There was a metallic click and then the door was pushed open. In all the weeks that they had been seeing each other they had always seemed to naturally end up back at Tara's place. Tara hadn't actually ever seen the inside the Willow's apartment until this moment, and she was more than curious to see what her red-head considered to be home.



Tara stepped in through the door and onto a plush, cream colored carpet. The apartment wasn't entirely dark, a lamp was lit in the corner. It casted it's shadows around the room, causing the effect of methodical randomness as bits of warm light speckled the room.. In the center of the living room was a square coffee table, candles were arranged on it. The couch was nearly the same shade as the rug. All of these things were superficial though, the first real thing Tara noticed about this space was the smell. It was as though The essence of Willow's person had been embedded into every fiber and into every molecule of air. Tara breathed in the familiar scent before coming further into the room. She pushed the door shut behind her.



Willow set the car keys down onto a side table next to the couch and began to strip off the leather coat she was wearing. Tara did the same, adding her coat to Willow's, the red-head hung them up in the small coat closet that was next to the front door. Tara's eyes scanned the room appreciatively. Despite the fact that Willow was a self- proclaimed anti-artistic type Tara was surprised by the collection of art displayed on the walls. Tara recognized a few pieces from various galleries she'd visited but the other pieces gave the out the unique 'local artist' vibe.



"I like art..." Willow said, noticing the curious expression on Tara's face.



"I remember. " Tara said softly. she was reminded of their first meeting and of the proclamation Willow had made that night. "Art is good". Tara smiled at the memory.



"Do you wan't something to drink...? I have some wine in the fridge.." Willow said, taking Tara by the hand she led the blonde to the couch.



"That sounds lovely Will..."



"I'll just go in the kitchen and get it." Willow smiled cutely before making an exit for the kitchen.



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She was really nervous, she kept replaying what and how she would Tell the woman sitting in her living room that she had fallen hopelessly in love with her. It had seemed like it was going to be a lot easier when she'd gone through it in her brain...but every time she thought about actually opening her mouth and speaking those words she began to panic... Willow opened the door to the refrigerator and pulled out the bottle she'd put in there this morning to chill. She wasn't a big wine drinker but on special occasions she'd been known to partake.

Willow retrieved two long stem glasses from the upper shelf in the cabinet. She had to push a scooby-doo mug to the side in order to get to them. On impulse she picked the mug up and set it clear behind in the back of the cabinets behind the more sophisticated looking glasses.



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Tara sat down on the couch. her hands on her knees she waited for Willow to come back into the room. Tara tried to calm the bats that were currently holding a potato sack race in her stomach. Somehow she'd need to make herself relax. Tara jumped a little when the soft sounds of Sarah McLachlan began to play from the speakers mounted on the wall in each corner of the room. She liked Sarah...The singer had a way of saying a lot with very few words. As the melody of the music flowed over Tara, she felt herself begin to relax.



Then she saw Willow. The red head had taken off her shoes and both her hands were full with the two glasses in one hand and the bottle in the other. Willow handed a glass to Tara. Then she set her own glass and the bottle down onto the coffee table in front of them.



She bent down and began unlacing Tara's shoes. Willow was looking up at Tara through her eyelashes. Tara wanted to kiss her then. As if reading her thoughts Willow finished untangling her from her shoes she brought her body up close to Tara's. Willow kissed her then and Tara was grateful to accept what she offered.



Willow pulled back and slipped onto the couch next to Tara.



"You were gone for a long time... I thought you might not come back from the kitchen."



"There were some things I needed to....see I..."



"It's okay... You're back..see? There you are... " Tara traced the back of Willow's hand with the tip of her fingers.



"Yep...here I am." Willow took a sip of her wine, then set her glass back onto the table.



Tara did the same. She didn't normally like wine especially the red variety, but this actually tasted quite wonderful. It wasn't too rich but it still had a nice full bodied flavor that slid smoothly to the back of her throat.



"Here...." Tara said. She lifted her legs onto the couch and scooted back against the arm. Taking Willow with her, she guided the red-head into the side of her body. They snuggled on the cream colored couch while the soft sounds of music drifted over them. The room was very dim, the only source of light was from a lamp in the corner of the room.



There they rested, comfortably entwined with each other. Their shoes off, they played footsie as their toes brushed up against each other. Tara lifted Willow's fingers to place warm kisses on the palm of the red-heads hand. "I like when we're together...it's nice." It wasn't much, but it was all she could offer at that moment. Tara hoped Willow could feel the emotion behind those simple words.



"More than nice..." Willow smiled warmly.



"Sometimes it frightens me... Just how nice this can be." Tara was giving away more of the truth then she had intended. But Willow seemed to have that effect on her. Willow knew more about Tara then any other person in the world, but the red-head still had no Idea about the harsher circumstances of Tara's past. Those were things that Tara had always kept close to her and they would be harder to let go of.



"I don't want to frighten you Tara."



Those words were spoken so honestly that Tara had to close her eyes to gather her thoughts before continuing. "No sweetie...Frightened in a good way...I think." Tara felt herself on the verge of continuing, on the cusp of spilling what remained of her secrets, but she was interrupted by the sound of the doorbell and the moment was lost.



The doorbell rang and Willow got up off the couch to answer it. Tara turned around so she could see who it was. A teenager stood on the front porch, he was wearing a white hat and an overcoat over a white apron. The boy handed Willow a bag with the signature white boxes of Chinese take-out.



"I thought you were going to cook?" Tara said with a knowing smile.



"I was going to...but then...well, Im better at breakfast foods... everything else...kinda ends up soup." Willow smiled cutely. She took Tara's hand as she led the two of them into the kitchen.



"I like soup remember?" Tara said as she followed Willow into the kitchen.



"Well, I know you like noodle soup,yes. Noodle soup is good...cause with the noodles...it's very filling...but how do you feel about meatloaf and mashed potato soup? cause if you like it, I can always whip some up...." Willow set the boxes of food onto the counter and was turning away from Tara in order to get two plates from the top of the cupboard when Tara stopped her with a hand to her waist, the blonde pulled willow back and into her body. Willow leaned in and their lips met. Tara pulled away all too soon but only far enough to speak softly against Willow's lips.



"If you were to make meatloaf soup...I suppose I'd eat it...And like it."





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"Why don't you ever talk about your family?" Willow could tell by the expression on Tara's face that the question had caught her off guard, and Willow was instantly sorry for that.



Tara swallowing down the tea she'd been drinking and set her cup nervously onto the table. It made an awkward clinking sound as the cup met the saucer. They were finished eating dinner but had remained at the kitchen table talking comfortably for the last forty five minutes. The conversation had centered mostly mostly around the various projects Willow was in the stages of finishing for the computer company she worked for. Tara didn't mind though, she liked hearing about Willow's life..and it kept the conversations off of topics that Tara wasn't ready to discuss. That was until this moment. Willow was looking at her and waiting for her to answer. But the question was causing Tara's throat to tighten and she was having a hard time covering up that fact. After muttering something she was certain was incoherent, Tara managed to change the subject.



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"I was going to save these for later, but...." Tara pulled out the satin bag cradling the Tarot cards she'd bought the other day at the magic box. "Come on..." Tara said. Taking Willow's hand she led the redhead to a spot on the plush carpet. Willow sat down and crossed her legs underneath herself. Tara did the same. Looking up through her lashes at Willow she started to spread the cards out into a pattern between them.



"No one's ever read my fortune before.."



"I'm not very good... "



"You look good to me..."



Tara couldn't miss the meaning behind willow's words. She felt herself starting to blush. Tara swallowed then put her concentration back onto the cards lined up in front of her.

She could see the cards laying there with their colorful pictures staring up at her, waiting for her to speak them into existence but the thinking part of her eyes seemed to be blinded to everything except the intent way Willow was looking at her. Tara had never felt so vulnerable as she did with Willow. She felt like an open book...and she could feel willow's eyes reading her pages. The red-head seemed to be looking into her searching out her soul. Tara wanted to give it to her more than anything. She could feel the tears of her past burning the back of her eyes.



Forgetting the cards she leaned over and took willows mouth with her own. the surge of desire inside of her was sweeping her along with its force. Willow's lips parted instantly underneath hers, allowing access to the sweetness inside. The cards under Tara's legs were getting messed around but they were too consumed in each other to notice. With much effort Tara pulled away "Sometimes...you make me want to be someone else...someone special."



"But you are special." Willow said. she ran her fingers over Tara's jawline. She could see the tears sparkling behind those blue depths. But Tara was already taking her lips again with such force that willow could barely keep herself from leaning back into the carpet and pulling Tara on top of her.



Tara felt the softness of Willow's hand running gently through her hair.



"...Willow, I've n-never...Tara was trying to say that she'd never made love before, but the sensations of Willow's tongue on the pulse-point of her neck was driving all thoughts out of her mind. She was relieved when willow seemed to understand what she had meant.



"Me either" Willow said kissing Tara wetly.



"You mean...Y-you've never....?"



"No..."



"W-what if we don't do it right?" Tara was suddenly worried that their mutual lack of experience might be a hindrance.



"I don't think that's going to be a problem." Willow said pushing her tongue into Tara's mouth.



Tara moaned into Willow's mouth, she brought her hands up to cup Willow's face. Looking into Willow's green eyes, she gently guided the red-head backward until she was laying on her back against the floor.



Tara closed her eyes, as she felt the full length of Willow's body fitting perfectly into her own. It was almost like it was destiny that they had found each other Words like destiny frightened Tara, she tried not to think in terms of meant to be...but even she was having an impossible time denying the feelings this red headed beauty invoked deep within her heart. Words like destiny and meant to be were starting to take on a whole new meaning.



Willow felt Tara's jean clad center make contact with her thigh... and the heat she felt radiating there caused her to moan deeply into Tara's mouth. Willow lifted her bottom as Tara slipped the material of her ankle length skirt down the silky skin of her legs. She sat up and Tara slid her shirt off as well. Tara was watching as Willow reached around and unfastened the black lace bra she was wearing. holding the material together with her hands she looked into Tara eyes. she saw the desire reflected there as we ll as something she didn't quite understand. It gave her the courage to continue. She lid the shoulder straps down her arms one by one with each removal she gave herself a little more to Tara. Willow felt Tara touch her bottom lip with the very tip of her finger. Willow let go of the material then. As her breasts were freed, open to Tara's gaze, by extension she'd given the blonde her heart.



Tara gazed in awe at the beauty before her. Willow's breasts were no bigger than a handful and the tiny rose colored bud of her nipple sat perfectly amidst the cream of the red-heads breast. Tara's hand trembled as she reached out, she grazed the tip of Willow's nipple with the pad of her index finger. She pulled back and looked into Willow's eyes when the bud stiffened under the slight touch. Silently Tara lowered her head to Willow's breast and took the bud into her mouth. She sucked gently until she felt Willow's chest rising and falling with uneven breaths. Tara pulled back as Willow pushed her upper body off the floor.



Tara closed her eyes as willow grazed the skin of Tara's stomach with her slim fingers. She still had her eyes closed even as Willow pulled the material of the shirt she wore up and over her head. Tara followed Willow's lead and brought her hands around her back to release the clasp of her own bra. Before she could push the straps down her arms Willow's mouth was on her neck and the red-head was sucking the skin at the base of Tara's collar bone. Tara relinquished control as Willow cupped her breast through the material of her white cotton bra.



Willow kissed the soft flesh just above the cup of Tara's bra, before lowering it down so that the deep rosy tip of Tara's nipple peeked over the top. Willow licked her lips before taking Tara into her mouth. Tara moaned above her as Willow drew her tongue over the already hardened peak. Tara's skin smelled sweet.



The heat and intensity were all consuming as it burned through their clothes garment by garment until they were naked and sliding against each other on the living room floor . The pent-up desire between them burned finger marks with every touch.



the thought was a flutter in Tara's stomach but she was way past questions now. Now was about willow and Willow-hands and Willow-mouth. Touching her and taking her to places she'd never been before.



Willow ran her tongue in between Tara's slick folds, seeking out the little bundle of nerves, she found it and wrapping her tongue around it. Willow sucked gently until she felt the tiny vibrations of Tara's release deep within her mouth.Tara was salty and sweet at the same time. It was intoxicating. Willow slid up the length of Tara's body, leaving a trail of moist kisses on her way. Willow took in a sharp breath of air as she felt Tara's hand trail down the length of her stomach. There was no hesitation in the blondes actions as she dipped her hand between Willows legs.



Tara's fingers were moving and slipping easily inside of Willow's center. She grazed the red-heads clit with the tip of her thumb as her fingers slid fully into the warmth of Willow's body.



They took solace in each other that night, making love again and again until they lay spent and exhausted in each other's arms on a bed of tarot cards The cards stuck to their sweat moistened skin but neither woman cared. They fell asleep like that, With Willow underneath and Tara's head cradled on the red-heads shoulder.



TBC



I hope this update was worth the wait....



xoxo

Emms

I can wax philisophically on a variety of different subjects...that doesn't,however, mean that I have anything constructive to add to the conversation.

--- Me

Edited by: MissKittys Ball O Yarn at: 2/14/05 3:58 pm

*DROOL*



God that was totally worth the waiting.. I probably shouldn't have read it at work cuz well I'm not even sure I can stand up to walk and go home



Seriously, it was beautifully well writtem, so romantic..!



thanks for that gift.

so worth the wait emms. this update was sweet and hot at the same time. great job!



dont you worry im not going anywhere. reason i havent replied much is cause i moved back to the good ole US and now school has been a pain. but now that im back you better keep writing girly. my appetite for reading is almost as big as my appetite for sex.



shandem

Willow: I was trying to program in some new puns, and I kind of ended up with word salad.

That update was so sweet yet sensual at the same time. Willow is ever the romantic with the wine and the music.



Tara's comment about Willow ebing able to read her like an open book was an apt comparison. Whatever Tara's family did to her, I'm sure Willow will be of some help once she knows.



Excellent.

I just love the unique way you phrase things, Emms. This made me smile...

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Tara tried to calm the bats that were currently holding a potato sack race in her stomach.

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That was a very touching, the world is in soft focus part. Thanks for bringing it to us. BTW...I see you're praising/recommending my stuff to others...I am beyond honored and very flattered. You know how to make a girl want to get back to work on her update...



~Cyd

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When I'm sitting here with you, I don't even think about the slime people.

~The very romantic lead in The Slime People (1962)



Altered Shadows

GULP... Yeah, I would say it was worth the wait...



Although, I am a bit mad because I am taking this class that basically looks closely at T.S. Eliot's "The Wasteland" and he has all this stuff in there about Tarot cards and this might have been better if I hadn't been thinking about that... but that is totally besides the point.



GREAT update!

Emms, that was one of the most beautiful, sensual and romantic first times I've ever read. Your talent never ceases to amaze me. Tara's uncertainties faded as she let her true feelings for Willow shine through. So tender, and again, so beautiful.



Great job Emms!



Wimpy

I have to admit, as soon as they started making love on the living room floor, part of me was waiting for Buffy to wander in saying "Hi Will, how're you- eep!"



That was really sweet, really romantic. Fitting for Valentine's Day indeed Sorry I didn't leave feedback for the chapter before, you updated before I could get my lazy self around to it Tara being all distracted in art class was very funny, with her whole forest of trees.

Chris Cook

Through the Looking-glass

A Willow and Tara for every world.

I can't say anything that hasn't already been said. Amazing... I really really enjoyed this. Sorry it has been forever since I have updated. But, definitely great work. Hope to see an update soon... Take care... =)

Aaron

'Tarababy77'

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"Don't buy into all the media crap. Love yourself for who you are, not what others THINK you should look like. It's DEFINITELY more important in this life to love each other despite our imperfections." - Amber Benson

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WOW!! That was so sensual!





I LOVE IT!

I'm practically speachless!

Wow! again!



~Arwen

Hey there,

I think this is beautiful and sweet. You did a wonderful job of transcending the "tab A, slot B" type description we so often find. There's enough specificity that we know who is doing what but no scorecard. Very lovely. But... neither of them said, "I love you"? That seems very strange to me. I would definitely have expected it from Willow at least. Well done.

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