New Fic - Neverland

[Leafsdude7]

Okay, I feel like I'm turning into multiple personality person here, but I've got two different thought processes going right now, so best to just give them both equal air time...



Pesimistic Leafsdude:

I don't like long waits :(. I normally like middle-length stories that go straight to the point, and then end with a lot of mushy-ness and, well...other stuff. I also don't like where Buffy's headed. I think at this point it might take her completely leaving the country to make sure Willow and Tara get together. If you do that, though, that's great! It also seems like everyone's ruining Willow's plans to be more..umm, open?...to Tara. Well, okay, only Mr Kahn, but still...Still liking the fic, though! :)



Optimistic Leafsdude:

Longer waits normally equals even sweeter endings/resolutions. I don't think you'll disappoint. As for Buffy, though she is one hell of a pain in the ass, I guess there's no reason for her to have different views with the info everyone, including Will and Tara, are feeding her. She could still go out of country and things would probably work out better, but only for Will and Tara. Still want to get to see (as in, what you write) the look on her face when Willow tells her she (Will) is gay. Her face is gonna be soooooo red. And though Willow's plan to be more open to Tara has been ruined once, she's still looking much better. That's my best commentary ever on this board. Wow! I do agree, this is a great fic!



Love the quick updates, too. That should make the wait barable. :)

"I love when you do that hocus pocus to me." - Roxette: "Almost Unreal"

[lipkandy]

I know I'm just another voice in the very large and well-deserved chorus of wow's but, wow.



you know, I was all sick the other day and read the "buffy's set Willow up on a blind date' update and literally felt like I'd been kicked in the stomach. it's very difficult to get a visceral reaction out of me with prose. believe me. I read waaaaay too much. I think I was really terrified that you'd fallen into the dreaded DF (Delayed Fuck) trap.You probably already know this if you've seen "The Celluloid Closet" but it was a term used in Hollywood and I think in romance novel circles to describe the use of obstacles (usually ridiculous and absurd) to delay the inevitable...the payoff. the sex. but I shouldn't have doubted you. You resolved it nicely and gave us some really lovely W/T interaction. The 'introduction' was beautifully done and I loved the desriptions of Willow studying Tara's paintings. You got that mix of reverance and scientific Willow-mind trying to decode the art just perfect. It feels like they're actually moving toward something, which in skilled hands like yours can be just as dramatic as the angst-ridden delay.



I do wish Willow would come out already to buffy at least. If for nothing more than the moment when Buffy finally realizes she's just stunningly imperceptive....I can dream can't I?



This line gave me great hope:

Quote:

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Definitely need time to figure out Willow without Buffy's 'help'.

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Definitely. And I love it that in this situation at least, Anya's the better friend. Her vision isn't clouded by long-held beliefs left over from high school about Willow's personality and sexuality.



xomel

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edited to add I was worried this sounded too critical, so I thought I should clarify a bit. I said all of that about the DF because I don't think it's necessary in your fic at all. The payoff here isn't or won't be the sex (although, that will be nice), it's the little moments like Tara watching Willow from afar and smiling when Willow laughed at the Halloween party (we've all done that). Or the long, tension-filled silences. That's the payoff in your story: the richness of the description, the life in the smallest details.

Edited by: lipkandy at: 9/23/04 10:31 pm

[shuyaku]

YAY!!! They talked - well kind of and there was touching and lots and lots of eye contact and smiling. Big, happy lingering smiles



I really don't have anything coherent to say. I'm just in awe. I find myself stalking the board looking for an update to this fic and when there is one, reading it way too fast. Of course, I then just have to read it a couple more times to take up the time before the next update. And it's not even a fair thing to mention - I mean you post regularly and often, but I find that I just can't help myself.



-shuyaku

Oh God, Willow—you’re giving me the gift of Karen Carpenter. Just when I think I grasp the full extent of your love." - Tara

"Why do birds suddenly appear? It’s because, you are queer…" - Willow (Gods Served and Abandoned by AntigoneUnbound)

[russ]

What a wonderful chapter. The way the two look at each other, "across a crowded room," you'd think anyone who wasn't blind could see how they feel about each other.



Poor Willow needs to learn what Tara already knows: avoid Buffy's "help." Here Willow panics at the thought of disturbing Tara because, "Buffy said socializing was bad!" Good rule of thumb would be: anything Buffy says, do the opposite. I'm trying to decide whether drunk Buffy or sober Buffy is worse.



The scene with Mr. Kahn was both amusing and painful. The man, while meaning no harm, is oblivious to the hurtful effects of his teasing. On the other hand, he is insightful in seeing how the two belong together, and he points out how little they know about each other. Another boost in the right direction.



When Willow & Tara do get a few minutes together, it's pure magic. Hopefully a sign of what's to come.



Willow still wants to put the worst possible interpretation on things. When Tara looks around to see they won't be disturbed, Willow assumes she wants to get "back to the schmoozing."



I love the way Tara can't resist teasing Willow. It's kind of risky, but also shows how relaxed she can be; no handling with kid gloves. If she can get Willow to loosen up and allow her dormant sense of humour to get some exercise, it can only be good for the relationship.



Personally, I think that for the answer to "Why?" Willow should have gone with her first instinct. "I love you desperately" would have cut through a lot of misunderstanding. Of course, it may have caused one or both of them to suffer a stroke, but hey ...



What to say about Tara's gift to Willow? In giving her the name of the painting, she has given her that which she shares with no one else. When Willow realizes what this means, she surely must realize how important she is to Tara.



So the two have exchanged gifts, and promised to "talk more later." This has been a very worthwhile evening.

Russ



When we love and give it everything we've got, no matter what the consequences, we are doing what we were put here to do -- Geneen Roth

[Tempest Duer]

Sorry I haven't posted feedback in a while. i'm still loving this.

It's insulting to the whole gender[sic] of rap.



~Eminem

[watersong84]

I missed this fic until a couple of days ago and have been reading it every spare second i have! I love it! I especially appreciate the scene in this last update when Tara tells Willow about the painting that's not for sale. My girlfriend is actually a visual artist, so i appreciate the intimacy of sharing that. You wrote it exceptionally well.

[hondosfirst]

Yeah!!!That was great!I could just picture the whole thing in my head.I got a few laughs.and many tummy flippies!!The way you described how willow was looking st the paintings while Tara saw her.Please update soon.

Rose

[EasierSaid]

Grimlock72 I had to do something to redeem Buffy a little bit, she needed at least one 'oh no, what I meant was...' moment. As for the difference in Tara's paintings... I think a couple of things can account for that. Perhaps she has a particular, emotional style she likes for work that will hang in her home, or perhaps the more personal work is from an earlier period in her career, and the new stuff is an evolution of her style? I don't know, something just told me it should be different. And thanks, had to take a short sappy break from the angst (note the use of the word, 'short'. ;) )



Artemis Holy hell, you got an out loud guffaw for the smiley report-card. That's some serious effort my friend! (Very good to know that cloning W/T smiley is ethically permissible--I had no idea.) What can I say to brilliant feedback like that, other than you rock, that was rad and yay! Thanks for the big belly laugh and the kind words!



Wired vixen Aw, I'm really glad you liked the sweet update. I was pretty twitterpated writing it too. As for age, I'm putting them in the 24-25 range (although I'm probably writing them a little older, 27-28). I figure Buffy and Willow are about 2 years removed from college, both working on their second jobs either through change or promotion. Hopefully you'll like the next one, ye who now waits for smoochies! ;)



snuggle79 Big step indeed, now they just have to try and not take any steps backward (so going to happen-- I mean, er...!) Willow awake when Tara gets home, huh... check the update. ;)



YMKA Ah, sorry so much for the days without; was covering for co-workers observing Yom Kippur. Tell me about not being a morning person; there's a reason all of these posts are after midnight haha. Glad you liked their not-so-subtle subtle flirting, it was so much fun to write. Hope you like this next update!



wimpy0729 Yeah, they definitely need an outsider to step in and push them together, even briefly (and perhaps, embarrassingly). Definitely want the girls to get to know each other better, very much the next step. More soon (as in, just below these replies).



BARE1975 Haha story of all of our lives I think (well, the super shy, oh-god-no-way-that-bombshell-could-want-me folks). I think Willow's afraid of blurting stuff out as well, which is why she's been avoidy gal up till now. Definitely going to change. Thanks for reading!



Irishgrl3 So glad you liked the intimacy of that conversation. I really wanted them to walk away from the gallery feeling a little emboldened (that's a word, right?), both on a smitten, and we-could-be-friends level. Hopefully that conversation helped them some. Thanks!



TromDeGrey Holy moley lady, make a girl blush why don't you! (And if your client was snoring I'm sure it was a pretty darn good massage--he could have been crying, after all haha!) As for your words, wow yourself. The whole thing was so fun to write, because I was able to show a little bit of the brilliance they usually hide around each other. They do sort of have an air of inevitability about them, but no worries about throwing in the towel; I definitely want to write more scenes where they get to be themselves with each other (cause seriously, me so selfish). Thanks again for your wonderful words. Very wow over here. *shakes head, amazed*



WickedReds Jumping for puppies! That's a new one, haven't heard that one before. Glad you liked observant, art-appreciation Willow; it was very good for Tara to see that. Thanks!



Confusedgal03 Thanks! Anya was really fun to write, and W&T definitely needed some time alone; I was bordering on cruel with the limited interactions and pathetic yearning. :



LizPuRR I have to agree, hip hip hooray for Anya! She's a great character to throw in because she can get away with so much, change the story in a lot of different directions. Thanks for reading!



alysagoddess85 Thanks, and yay for glow-y and warm inside! Very glad you liked the bracelet-trap, I bet clueless ol' Mr. Kahn didn't even notice haha. Willow awake huh? ;) I'm sure Tara hopes so too!



WillowTara Addict Aw, don't feel guilty; I'm just now leaving feedback after yeeeeears of reading (bad kitty lurker). Glad you like the San Francisco element, love the place! Definitely not based on personal experience (I wish), just a vivid imagination I guess. Thanks.



littlecrazy80 WOW back atcha! ;)



justin Anya definitely thinks everyone wants to sleep with Tara, which is why Tara's not taking the 'Willow wants to sleep with you' comment seriously. Thanks re: the art show, and yes, Buffy's wheels are turning. You had to know it would take purchasing jewelry before the girl started getting the 'hey wait...'s ("What about my peasant top?"), although I also like that it might just be a bad case of the 'one too manys'. Thanks!



pipsberg Gosh darn helping out dear friends so that they can atone! :) Well hopefully this update can make up for the wait.



Nicole023 *big honkin' blush* Thanks!



WillowPowered "Progress is good." Couldn't have said it better myself!



tarawhipped Dangerous person, handing over big bag of Reese's pieces (even if it is virtual, I feel a virtual tummy ache coming on). Secrets and Spies! Read it now people! :) Very cool that you liked the painting descriptions; it's an interesting challenge because I'm 'moderate knowledge woman' on the subject, so I'm really just hoping I don't mess up, haha. Let's see, acting on getting to know each other better... when Tara gets home... hmmm... just gotta read the update, I guess. :) Thanks Cameron, really appreciate the feedback, as always.



Leafsdude7 Oh man. I really worry about Pesimistic Leafsdude with re: to this fic. Long haul (or at least, it seems that way in my mind)! Buffy leaving the country, so not out of the realm of possibility. Buffy leaving San Francisco... very possible. Thanks!



lipkandy Absolutely no worries, original unedited didn't come off as too critical at all (and thank you very, very, very much for your words in the edit, so nice, glad to know that the little moments I get all gooey over are appreciated).

But about the infamous 'Delayed Fuck' (great movie by the way, The Celluloid Closet, for any who haven't seen it).. I did worry about that a little bit when I set up the blind date (I even had a different scenario in mind, but it didn't work out with Anya, etc), thought perhaps it was too much of a tease thing to do, however... I am hoping that the roadblocks that I throw up for W&T (while many times ridiculous and absurd) are realistic enough that they're also just crap that some people have to go through when coming out, or trying to work up the nerve to tell someone how they feel, and not just deus ex no-screwa. I know you said it didn't apply to my fic, but please! Promise to tell me if I jump shark--I don't want to be wandering, clueless, in the 'Delayed Fuck' wilderness! :) As for coming out: Willow is going to realize pretty darn soon that she needs to come out to Buffy... whether that happens soon... : And nail on the head: Anya is perfect for the situation because she doesn't know Willow-who-crushed-on-Xander-and-was-with-Oz; she just sees Willow bumping into furniture ogling Tara. :) Now if Buffy could just see that... Thanks so much lipkandy -- your voice would NEVER get lost in a chorus; very appreciated.



shuyaku Aw, thank you so much. If it's any consolation, I'm really impatient too, haha. Stupid real life with all of its real life stuff. The gov't should have a 'fic' grant so people can just sit around and think about W&T all day...



russ Thanks! Yeah, Willow needs to learn to 'reverse psychology' Buffy. I think Willow figures because Buffy knows Tara so well, that Buffy is Willow's 'in' to doing things that please Tara. Obviously, a wrong assumption. Uncles are usually annoying in that they tease indiscriminately, regardless of appropriate company (my uncles do, at least), but you're right, good ol' Kahn did point out some home truths. Willow is definitely thinking worst spin where Tara's concerned; hopefully corrected some in this last update. Tara teasing Willow was veeery risky (I actually wrote it out with Willow not reacting well just to see what it would be like) but it was something she had to do, you know? She needed to get a feeling for what Willow really thought about her paintings. And yes, 'I love you desperately'... would have been so great. I think once Willow has a day or two to think about what Tara told her re: her painting, she'll start seeing things in a new way. Just needs to marinate on it for a bit. Thanks again russ.



Tempest Duer No apologies necessary, I'm just glad you're enjoying!



watersong84 Welcome! And thanks; that scene was very fun to write, really enjoyed allowing the girls to share something, especially something so important to Tara. Willow needed that as much as Tara.



hondosfirst Thanks! Glad you liked, and update coming... now!





Okay, who's in the mood for looooooove?

Edited by: EasierSaid at: 9/26/04 3:18 am

[EasierSaid]

Title: Neverland
Author: EasierSaid a.k.a. Heather
Feedback: Bites lip and whispers "yes, please."
Spoilers: None.
Setting: AU. There is no Hellmouth, there is no slayer and no magic of the wicca variety. Just our girls and the rest of the Buffy characters living and loving in that great city by the bay, San Francisco.
Rating: We're going with a HARD R people (possibly NC-17)
Disclaimer: Please don't sue me Mutant Enemy.
Notes: "I'm in the mood for looooooooove..."

Thoughts in italics

PART 16

Willow restlessly rolled onto her side and stared at her drape-covered window in the dark. She angled her head up on the pillow making a slight rustling noise and took in her alarm clock. She sighed when she saw the time, and rolled onto her back. Forty minutes. She had been tossing and turning, with no sleep in sight, for forty, full, minutes. She sighed again and contemplated her choices. She could get up, put on a DVD... or wake her computer and surf the web... or go downstairs and make myself a glass of warm milk; always works in the movies... She pouted and stared at the ceiling. Nothing sounded appealing, but she knew she couldn't keep laying in bed wide awake. She threw back the covers, swung her feet over the edge of the bed, and crossed to her door.

The house was quiet, the only noise the sound of her bare feet and baggy cotton pajamas shuffling down the hardwood stairs. The main room was dark, but her eyes were used to it and she was able to deftly maneuver to the kitchen. She let her eyes wander over the spotless, moonlit living room; the tall flowers and candles sitting stoically in the dark. She must have hired a cleaning team to come in while we were at the gallery; you can't even tell there was a party here tonight. Willow shook her head with a slight smile. Tara. The girl was simply amazing. So meticulous and thoughtful. Willow knew that she never would have thought of such details, that if the party had been hers she would either be elbow deep in suds right now or looking forward to a very long morning of cleaning tomorrow. Her gaze returned to the candles and she cocked her head slightly, an idea forming.

The candles were so beautiful tonight at the party; I bet they'd look even more beautiful now. She opened a couple of drawers, and located a large box of kitchen matches. She moved to the living room, struck a match and lit the first candle. The corner of the room lit up in a subtle glow, and she quickly moved to light the other three candles, having to strike two more matches to finish the task. She put the spent matches into the fireplace, then rested the matchbox on the mantle. She turned and took in her handiwork. Just like I thought it would look... she thought appreciatively, a wide smile gracing her features. The whole room was bathed in a soft, intimate light, the small flames illuminating the large room surprisingly well. Willow took in a deep breath and her smile turned wistful. Vanilla. Tara... She moved around to the front of the couch and sat, her knees together, her feet tucked up and crossed at then ankle behind her thighs. Her weight rested on her left side, and she rested her arms on her bare forearms.

The night had been so much more than she could have imagined it being. Okay, the Anya, Kevin part had been pretty miserable, Willow thought frowning. But the gallery... The corners of her mouth quirked up into a smile. She sighed contentedly, her whole body relaxing into the pillows. She let her mind wander... picturing Tara smiling as she talked to potential buyers; seeing Tara as the girl sipped a glass of champagne; feeling Tara, as the girl took her hand in a warm embrace. Willow brought her right hand to her lips, and gently ran her knuckles over her flesh. She lost herself in the thought of a fuller embrace, of slipping her hand up Tara's arm, around her waist... pulling her closer--

She heard a delicate voice clear off to the side and Willow snapped her head to see Tara standing just inside the closed door. The redhead opened her mouth, flustered to see the girl she had been fantasizing about, and then frowned a bit when she realized she hadn't heard the key in the lock. "Hey..." Willow looked past the blonde to the door. "I didn't hear you come in..."

"Because you were off in deep think land." Tara smirked affectionately as she put her purse down on the secretary table, and then stepped out of her heels. Willow watched raptly as the blonde's calves flexed and then relaxed under the ragged hem of her layered silk skirt, her bare feet now flat on the floor.

The redhead shook her head slightly to clear the naughty thoughts beginning to infiltrate her mind, and spoke. "I hope you don't mind me lighting the candles..." Willow trailed off, wondering why she was apologizing for an act Tara surely wouldn't mind.

"Of course not." Tara replied softly, walking more fully into the room. "It's beautiful."

Willow nodded in agreement, her eyes watching Tara's frame sway as it stopped a few feet away. "I kept thinking during the party how pretty the room would look without the people, the candles lit."

"It's lovely." Tara complimented, her head bobbing a few times earnestly. They shared a long moment of silence before Tara spoke, a tentative half smile on her face. "You probably want to be alone, so I'll--"

"Tara." The eager tone of her own voice surprised Willow, and she smiled sheepishly when the blonde looked at her expectantly. "Are you tired?" The redhead asked hopefully. Please say no, Willow thought. Tara shook her head slowly. "Wanna sit down?" Willow asked, gesturing to the empty space on the couch next to her. Tara's face lit up and she nodded.

"I'd like that."

"Good." Willow smiled, relieved, in return. Tara moved to the couch and sat about a half foot away from the redhead, tucking her right ankle behind her left knee as she got settled. The blonde's right knee juted out toward Willow, and the redhead couldn't help but think that only a few, measly inches separated her from feeling the blonde's warmth. She watched as Tara rested her right hand on her juting knee, the glass bead bracelet slipping forward on her wrist. Willow smiled widely at the sight. "I had a really good time tonight," she said, looking up at Tara's profile. The blonde smiled warmly in return, and rotated her head slightly to make eye-contact.

"Me too."

Willow's breath caught as she took in the blonde's face up close in the candlelight. The soft light enhanced her strong features; her lips looked fuller, her eyes more sensual. The blonde pressed her lips together, and Willow's stomach fluttered as the candlelight spotlighted Tara's dimple. "Did you have fun?" She squeaked out. Before Tara could answer, Willow flushed red and began to babble, looking at her lap. "Of course you didn't, you were working, and working isn't fun, it's work, and work is--" Willow stopped, sucking in a breath when Tara's hand gently ran over her own.

"I had fun," the blonde said sincerely, tickling Willow's knuckles with her fingertips before she removed her hand to her own lap.

Willow brought her eyes up and looked at Tara's baby blues. Her eyes are sparkling again... Willow thought, fully aware that she must look like an idiot, fixedly inspecting the blonde. The redhead ducked her head and said, "I'm glad. Glad that you had fun I mean."

Tara half-smiled and nodded, a lock of hair falling forward. "It was a lot of work, but it was great to see everyone..." she reached up with her right hand and tucked the lock of hair behind her ear before bringing the hand back down to her knee. Willowstared at the bracelet on Tara's arm as it moved over the girl's skin, first sliding down her forearm toward her elbow and then back to her slim wrist. Tara looked over at Willow, her eyebrows raised. "What?" She murmured, a trace of mirth in her voice.

"Nothing." Willow said, snapping her eyes to meet the blonde's. "Did you sell anything? I mean, besides the one to my uncle?" She asked, hoping her starefest hadn't been too obvious.

Tara nodded proudly. "Three. Besides the one to your uncle," she tacked on teasingly. The blonde chuckled quietly and Willow's face broke into a wide smile.

"That's so great," Willow said sincerely.

"It's a good start," Tara nodded modestly. Again the lock of hair fell forward and again she reached up with her right hand and tucked it away before returning the hand to her knee. Again, Willow couldn't tear her eyes away from the bracelet as it slid along the blonde's skin. "What?" Tara again asked, this time more insistently, her eyebrows raised.

"Nothing." Willow replied, her throat constricted, fully aware that she had been caught staring at the bracelet.

Tara smiled as she watched Willow try and look everywhere but her face. "Everyone thought it was beautiful..." the blonde whispered, dropping her eyes and running her left hand over the sparkling glass bead bracelet. Willow felt her eyes drawn to the action, and she stared as Tara's fingers caressed the gift. The redhead looked up when she felt eyes on her face. She saw an amused Tara arch an eyebrow and ask, "do you want a closer look?" Willow's mouth opened, but no sound came out. Tara smiled wider and closed the distance between them, scooting over so that her right knee nudged up under the redhead's knees; the blonde's shoulder almost touching Willow's. Tara moved her hand from her knee to Willow's. "All yours," she giggled softly.

The weight of Tara's forearm and hand resting on Willow's knee was enough to make the redhead's heart pound. She looked up at Tara's eyes tentatively and then down at the hand on her knee. She brought her right hand down, splayed her fingers and traced her middle finger lightly over the bracelet. On her second pass, Willow allowed her ring and pointer fingers to fall on either side of the bauble, running the pads of her fingers slowly along Tara's skin. She felt Tara's thumb start to trace a circular pattern on her knee, felt the blonde gently squeeze her flesh when on her next pass, the redhead pressed her fingers more firmly into the girl's soft flesh. Willow watched as Tara blushed, and dropped her head forward. With a trembling hand, Willow reached out with her left hand and moved to tuck the fallen lock of hair behind Tara's ear, again moving her right hand along the blonde's wrist.

Willow tucked the hair securely behind Tara's ear, then trailed her fingertips behind the blonde's ear slowly, prolonging the contact. The blonde brought her head up and turned slowly to face the redhead, and Willow's hand lowered, coming to rest on the girl's shoulder. Their eyes met, and Willow noticed just how close they were. She softly caressed Tara's shoulder through her shirt, their eyes locked, the gaze unwavering. Willow wasn't sure how long they stared before she felt herself slowly drifting toward the blonde's face, her green eyes darting between Tara's eyes and lips. The blonde made no move, either forward or away, and Willow continued forward until her bottom lip momentarily grazed over Tara's top lip.

Willow pulled back slightly and dropped her head some, leaning back in until both sets of lips pressed together lightly. She pulled back again, then pressed forward again, another light pass, and like the spark of the matches earlier, something was ignited. Willow leaned in more fully, pressing her lips more firmly against the blonde's, and she felt Tara's hand squeeze her knee tightly, the blonde's lips pressing back with equal force. The redhead released a moan, quickly echoed by the blonde and Willow leaned in further, tilting her head as her mouth opened and closed over the blonde's. Tara's right hand quickly moved to snake around the redhead's waist, squeezing her slight frame through the thin sleep shirt.

Willow licked Tara's bottom lip with her tongue, and then pressed forward hungrily, seeking permission to enter. The blonde opened her mouth and Willow's tongue dipped in once, tentatively, before returning, probing boldly, deeply. Willow felt light headed as her tongue stroked Tara's, as she felt how hot the blonde's mouth was against her own. She cupped the back of Tara's head with her left hand and fervently moved her lips, thrilled with how well Tara's passionate movements matched her own. When her tongue tried to retreat, Tara followed her into her mouth; when she pressed forward, Tara accepted her. Willow dipped her tongue into the blonde's mouth deeply only to find it trapped, Tara suckling it intently. Willow moaned and pressed her lips firmly against the object of her affection. Oh god... she briefly thought.

The blonde's right ankle unfurled from its tucked position on the couch, and her right knee nudged under Willow's. Willow felt her right leg slip from its position under her thigh, and she placed it on the floor briefly, before hooking it around Tara's leg at the ankle. The blonde moaned at the contact, and she slid her bare leg up against the thin cotton of Willow's pajama-clad calf. Willow groaned.

Tara's hand pressed into Willow's back, urging the redhead to shift, to move in front of her. Willow moved her left hand from the girl's head and braced herself against the couch pillow, moving without breaking the passionate kiss to kneel on the edge of the sofa between the blonde's legs. Willow spread her thighs until she comfortably sat on her ankles, the movement pushing Tara's legs up onto the redhead's legs on either side of her hips, sliding the blonde's skirt up her own thighs and opening the girl's legs wide. The redhead leaned forward, the movement pressing her lightly into Tara's center and the blonde arched her back at the contact, causing her shirt to rise. When Willow reached forward to grasp Tara's hip, her hand instead connected with the bare flesh of Tara's stomach, and she felt a spark.

The touch was electric, and Willow felt like her hand was on fire. Instead of jerking it away, or recoiling from the source of the almost overwhelming heat, she slipped her hand along the smoldering skin to Tara's waist and squeezed, massaging her nimble fingers into the flesh. Tara gasped into Willow's mouth, and the flame shot up the redhead's hand, through her veins; her kiss became more desirous, her need for the woman beneath her driving her movements as her touch became more urgent.

She felt Tara nodding her head, and when their lips broke apart for a quick gasp of air, she heard the blonde pant, "yes." 'Yes', Willow echoed in her own mind, reconnecting their lips. Wait, 'yes' what? Before her mind could work the puzzle out, she felt Tara shift beneath her and gently push her away, their kiss breaking unexpectedly. Willow was at first confused, but her mind quickly went blank as Tara reached down her own body and pulled her shirt up and off her voluptuous frame. Willow was shocked by Tara's bold maneuver, yet she couldn't keep her eyes from dropping down, taking in Tara's flushed skin, the girl's ample chest rising and falling with every shallow breath, her full breasts straining against a simple, white satin bra. The redhead looked back up to Tara's face to see heavy lidded eyes and swollen lips, and suddenly, Willow was very aware of the wetness pooling between her legs.

The redhead practically growled and recaptured Tara's lips in a forceful kiss, pressing the blonde back into the couch. Willow moved her left hand to Tara's neck, bracing her weight on the couch pillow with her forearm, while her right hand continued so stroke the blonde's skin at her waist. Tara moved her right hand to Willow's back, taking a fistful of shirt, her left hand burying in the red hair as they kissed deeply.

Willow's mouth moved furiously over the blonde's, her hands moving over the blonde's supple skin at an almost fevered pace. Their tongues clashed, dueled, paring strokes between gasps and whimpers, and Willow knew she was drowning, that she was quickly losing all cognitive function. Wait, she thought, a brief flash of lucidity seizing her. Wait. Willow pulled back from Tara's lips with a pop, and the redhead quickly dropped her head to the crook of Tara's neck. Tara's hands smoothed over her back, her neck, and Willow closed her eyes, breathing heavily against Tara's collarbone. What am I doing?! Willow thought wildly. We were just talking and now I'm mauling her... her brow furrowed against Tara's soft skin as her breathing started to level out. This is so fast, too fast, I haven't even told her how much she means to me, how much this means to me; I have to tell her, before this goes any further I have to te--

"Willow." Her name was said softly. Upon hearing it she became aware that Tara's movements on her body had stilled, and she again furrowed her brow against the girl's skin, trying to figure out why the blonde had stopped caressing her. "Willow." The voice was a little more insistent, and this time the blonde's hands moved to Willow's shoulders, pushing gently. Willow opened her eyes, her head still in the crook of Tara's neck and from her vantage point, she saw Tara's full breasts. The redhead's breath caught at the sight, and she licked her lips. "Willow..." she again heard. "Do you want to stop?"

Stop? Willow thought confused.

"W-We c-can stop," she heard the blonde stutter, "if you think this was a m-mistake--"

Willow's head snapped up, her anxious eyes taking in the blonde. Tara looked so frightened, open, vulnerable. "I-It's okay," the blonde continued, her voice faltering as she tried to give Willow an opportunity to run. "If t-this isn't w-what you wanted--"

"Wanted?" Willow said, before realizing what the blonde was saying. She thinks you don't want her because you stopped kissing her, you dummy. "No, Tara." Willow said, bringing her left hand forward to caress the blonde's cheek. "I don't want to stop, I just needed a minute to breathe, slow down... oh god, I want you. I want you so much--" she said ardently.

Willow meant to move her left hand over the girl's collarbone and down her right arm comfortingly, but instead she completely misjudged her motions and ran her hand down the girl's torso, fondling the girl's right breast. Her hand froze on the breast and she immediately tried to pull it away, stammering "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have touched you without ask--" but before she could drop her misadventuring hand, Tara's hand reached up and stopped her, trapping her against the fleshy mound. Willow closed her eyes, and bit back a moan at the feeling. Tara was so soft, the satin of her bra under her hand, the hard nipple pressing into the center of her palm.

"You w-want me?" She heard Tara ask, the vulnerability in her voice unmistakable.

"Yes." Willow answered in a shaky, breathy voice, opening her eyes to look into Tara's. Tara nodded, understanding, and after a long moment of just staring at each other, the blonde pressed Willow's hand into her, and Willow gently squeezed the full breast in response. Tara removed her hand and Willow squeezed again, this time tracing the edge of the bra with her thumb. Tara leaned forward slightly and Willow looked at her quizzically, before she saw the blonde's hands reach back and unsnap her bra. The redhead froze again, her hand still pressed against the mound. Tara shrugged out of the bra on her left side, running the strap down her arm till it dropped limply against her stomach. She did the same with the right, until the only thing keeping the bra to her flesh was Willow's hand.

Willow looked down and saw her hand on Tara's breast, holding the satin garment in place. Her eyes traveled to the other breast, fully exposed, the rosy nipple hard, the creamy skin around it a sharp contrast in the flickering candlelight.

Willow looked back up at Tara, noting immediately the unguarded look in the blonde's dark eyes. The redhead leaned forward slowly, and kissed the girl reverently. Before things could escalate however, she broke the kiss and dropped her head, kissing the blonde's neck several times, then gently passing her lips over the girl's collarbone. The redhead rested her forehead in the crook of the blonde's neck as before, and her green eyes watched as she squeezed Tara's breast once with her left hand before she relaxed, pulling her hand back until the bra dropped to Tara's lap. She then returned her freckled hand to the soft mound, rotating her hand slightly, grinding the nipple under her palm. Tara sighed, contentedly.

Willow's right hand travelled up Tara's smooth skin and stopped on the blonde's rib cage. The redhead dropped her head slightly and trailed three, tender kisses along the swell of Tara's left breast, her hand again massaging the right mound, her fingers gently squeezing the hard nub between her thumb and finger. Willow's right hand moved up and gently cupped Tara's left breast, tentatively testing the weight, softly stroking the underside of the waiting nipple with her thumb. Willow slid from the couch until her knees touched the floor, and Tara slightly moved her hips forward on the seat. Willow brought her lips forward to Tara's left breast, and gently, adoringly kissed the stiff nipple. Tara gasped at the feather light touch, and Willow's hands squeezed.

Willow dropped her right hand to Tara's hip, then moved her head to the side, placing a kiss on the inside of Tara's left breast, before moving and repeating the action on the outside. She could feel Tara's breath going shallow, the breast near her face rising and falling in time. The redhead nuzzled the nipple with her cheek, and then turned and engulfed the bud in her warm, wet mouth. Tara gasped, and Willow sucked softly, gently bringing her tongue forward to tease the bud with a few short strokes. Tara's hands gripped tightly on Willow, and Willow brought more of Tara's breast into her mouth, sucking harder, rhythmically. Tara bucked her hips into Willow's stomach, and Willow responded by pressing down into the blonde's center.

The redhead released the breast briefly, then reclaimed the bud, sliding her lips down over the creamy flesh surrounding it, taking the breast deep into her mouth so she could run the rigid nipple down the center of her tongue slowly, back to front, her taste buds working their way over the pebbled flesh. Then with a flourish, she released most of the breast and ran her tongue in a flat circle along the areola before flicking upward with the tip across the swollen nub. A strangled cry came from Tara's throat, one hand rhythmically clutching at the collar of Willow's night shirt, the other hand buried in the redhead's hair, her thumb stroking the soft patch of skin behind her ear. Willow dropped her head and broadly licked the underside of Tara's breast, briefly nipping at the tender flesh before moving back up to the swollen nipple. It glimmered in the candlelight, shiny with her own saliva and Willow couldn't help but take it back into her mouth to suckle again.

Tara moved her legs together, placing the arches of her feet on the back of Willow's thighs. She slid them up, and cupped Willow's ass, before sliding her feet back down, crossing her ankles and squeezing the redhead tightly with her thighs around her waist. Willow emitted a low moan and Tara answered in kind.

"Oh god," Tara whispered. "Do that again."

"Hmm?" Willow asked, looking up to the blonde's face, unwilling to remove her mouth from Tara's nipple. Tara smiled through pants and sighed deeply.

"Moan." She explained, looking down her glistening body, her smile widening when she saw Willow's confused look. "When you moan, with your mouth on me... it vibrates--"

"Mmmmm...." Willow drew out, the vibration rippling through Tara's breast. The blonde squeezed hard with her hands before relaxing, her eyes rolling back in her head as it fell back against the pillow.

"You feel so good Willow," she panted, restarting her rhythmic clutching of Willow's shirt and gentle massage of Willow's scalp. The redhead brought her lips from Tara's left breast to the right, moving her right hand up to work the now slippery, fully erect nub. She then dropped her left hand to the back of the blonde's leg. She drew a lazy circle on the skin just behind the girl's knee that matched the one she drew with her tongue on her breast. Tara gasped and arched her back, and Willow leaned forward, pressing into her, feeling Tara's warm center through the blonde's slight skirt and her flimsy night shirt. Tara bucked her hips forward, begging for more contact, hoping to elicit a rhythm. Willow ran her hand up the back of the girl's leg, moving to the inside of her thigh as she passed her knee. "Oh god, Willow," Tara moaned, the redhead's fingers tickling her flesh near her mound. Willow sucked hard, and Tara bucked her hips forward in an attempt touch Willow's fing--

The shrill sound of the alarm clock startled Willow into a bolt upright position. She blinked her eyes, and quickly realized she was in bed, alone, the sun streaming in through the window. "Son of a--" She sighed, hoping to calm her erratic heartbeat. She reached over and turned off her alarm, and then fell back into her pillows. She rolled her hips, and groaned when she felt how wet she was. She closed her eyes and remembered her dream. Pressing between Tara's open legs... "I should have known it was a dream..." Willow muttered as she got out of bed, somewhat uncomfortable with exactly how aroused she was. "The couch was facing in the wrong direction." She stopped before her closet and rolled her eyes. Oh yeah, kissing a half naked Tara? Nothing out of the usual, but the couch facing the wrong direction... dead give away of a dream... She grabbed her towels and exited her room.

A few moments later she stood beneath the warm stream of water in the shower, attempting to escape the dream that still fogged her brain. She closed her eyes as she rubbed the water into her skin, recapping the events of the dream. Tara returning home from the show. The bracelet. The first kisses, Tara taking off her shirt... Willow's mind went back to the first kiss. She frowned deeply and she opened her eyes as she realized something. Huh.

The redhead's brow knit and she reached for her body gel, absently rubbing the slick soap into her flesh. Her mind was suddenly very awake, the analytical part of her brain completely taking over in the analyzation of her dream. This dream... this dream was... different, than her previous Tara dreams.

Okay, there was sex, of a sort... not exactly different... Willow thought, washing the soap from her body. Done that thousands of times... But this time, this time *I* initiated it. She reached for her shampoo. I mean, not all of it, Tara unsnapped her bra... The redhead felt a shudder pass through her, and she put a steadying hand on the cool tile wall. Oh... naughty thought. She collected herself and opened the cap on the bottle in her hand. She poured the shampoo into her hand, put the bottle down and worked her hair into a lather as her mind whirled. *Every* dream that she had had about Tara over the last three years had been the same. Well not the exact same... Willow conceded. There were different locations, scenarios, positions... focus! She stepped into the stream and washed the suds from her hair.

But in other dreams, Tara leans in for the first kiss. Tara *always* makes the first move, let's *me* know it's okay, that she wants me, that I'm desirable to her... This dream... the look on her face when I stopped kissing her before... Willow picked up the cream rinse. Tara was the scared one, she needed my reassurance.... Willow worked the cream rinse into her hair, and then washed her hair clean. She shook her head as her mind went back to her dream. Tara wasn't sure I wanted her...

Willow turned the shower off and reached for her two towels; wrapping one around her hair and then after patting down her skin, wrapping the other around her frame. That dream could have happened. Willow thought as she stepped out of the shower. Well, no, it couldn't have... she chastised before walking the short distance to her bedroom. Right? She stood still before her closet, her mind racing. If Tara knew I wanted her... if she knew how I felt, and she felt the same-- Willow sighed. The catch. Tara wanting her.

She reached into her closet and pulled out her outfit for the day. But she loves the bracelet... Willow shook her head as she tossed her towels into her hamper, pulling on her clothes. She said she loved the *bracelet*, not you doofus. Willow sat down on the edge of her bed and pulled on her socks, then her shoes. Maybe she loves the bracelet because *you* gave it to her... Willow stood and walked to her dresser, picking up a brush and running it through her wet hair before she picked up the hair dryer. Or maybe she loves the bracelet because she loves Annabelle's. The redhead frowned and turned on the appliance. Could this be any more confusing?!

Fifteen minutes later Willow was turning off her computer and rinsing out her coffee cup in the kitchen. Her shower had taken longer than usual, and now she had to rush. She had noticed Tara's door was closed before she moved downstairs, and Willow couldn't help but wonder what time the blonde had returned home. If she was at the Living Room with Buffy, probably stumbled in sometime after 2... the redhead smirked. She sighed as she put the computer into her bag. "Stupid dreams..." she muttered as she picked her keys up from the secretary table and pulled on a jacket. She sighed again and shut the door with a little more force than she meant. She winced in the hallway, and locked the door behind her. Hope I didn't wake up Tara...

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Willow was licking her in long, broad strokes and Tara bucked her hips in time. She panted, sweat running in rivulets down her skin and she groaned, "right there, oh god, Willow--"

The door slamming snapped Tara's eyes open. She was discombobulated, and she pushed the down comforter away from her face trying to figure out just why she was awake. She twisted and looked at the clock. 8 am. She groaned, and sunk back down into the pillows. Absolutely no reason to be up this early... She sighed, and relaxed back into her warm cocoon. She smiled slightly as she hazily remembered exactly what Willow had been doing to her before the door slammed. She sighed and attempted to put herself back into the dream. She smiled contentedly, and ran her hand down her body, underneath the waistband of her pajama bottoms and between her legs as the image came back to her. "Ohhh yeah..." she breathed out quietly, her fingers slipping into her with ease.



Edited by: EasierSaid at: 9/26/04 12:38 pm

[YMKA]

Heather, Heather, Heather (I can call to that right??? )......You are one evil woman....



We were in the chat, and I said..."damn I wish Neverland was updated"....everyone agreed and said it was 2 days.... NYAH HA!!!! It was 3 WHOLE DAYS!!!! Then!!! Someone comes back and says "NEVERLAND WAS UPADETED!!!!!" We all run to read it.....the notes are promising "HARD R or even NC-17"... We (read as I) begin to read.....everything is perfect.....then we are in the middle of Willow discovering Tara's breasts.... I said to myself "hm....so much for talking......something is not right here.....is it another dream???? no...it' can't be...it's just too evil....too evil, she wouldn't do it to us...not after 3 days with no updates......yet it's just not right that they are kissing and...other things....but it's evil!!!!!" .......YES!!!! Another DREAM!!!!!!! But you obviously knew that..you WROTE IT!!!!! Evil.... Brilliantly EVIL!!!!!!!!! And Tara....at the end..... .....



Well...there are other jewish ahm...holidays on their way...I hope you don't cover ALL of them Cuz I can't wait another 3 days for update....I'll die before it And I loved this update I laughed....Willow analyzing her dreams... .....I think it's time for another interaction between the two of them And not the dream kinda variaty...although the non dream...real life dream kinda variety will be welcomed...I just confused myself....lol...it;s 6 am here... and I didn't sleep....sorry....



Hope to see an update soon I can bribe....cookies? Ice cream?



Thank you!!!!!





M.

[akira]

i am bothered. to be precise. this update bothers me. it was a dream again. AGAIN. don't you think they finally deserve to be together? i think they do...and i also think that i deserve to not be bothered anymore. which means they have to stop having dreams and do the stuff from the dreams when they are together.

but anyway...awesome fic. i love it.

akira

[BFR from Paris]

Oooh I learned a new word: "discombobulated"

Great update, I can't believe I didn't realize it was a dream, you're good!



And of course:

[justin]

Well that was just mean *stamps foot and pouts*



When Willow decided to get up and Tara arrived I was thinking yay, now they can do some more talking and get started on that whole getting to know each other thing. But then when the kissing started I thought, oh pooh, it's just a dream.



At least Willow may have learned something from the dream, that Tara may have the same feelings but be uncertain about how Willow feels.



It's interesting that they were having the same dream. One of them needs to work up the courage to act on those dreams, to, if you'll forgive the Rocky Horror Picture Show quote, stop dreaming it and start being it.



Looking forward to more

Heat is work and work's a curse - Flanders & Swan

[frau rosenclay]

I love your update schedule. I am often up between 2-3am, pacific time, and I more often than not find an update of my favorite story waiting for me!



I've very much enjoyed these last two updates. The bracelet seems to symbolize many of the feelings they have for eachother. I liked its appearance in Willows dream, how Tara kept moving it, how it surrounded her flesh. Willow couldn't keep her eyes off of it, had to touch it, very lovely.



Thank you, again, I really admire how you write emotions and erotica particularly. There is something about the way you bring their vulnerability to the surface, thus showing strength in the characters.



Goodnight. And Thanks again.



frau

[gabbles]

Okay, I have been slack and not posted feedback to this fic. Which I love.



So that=bad Gabbles.



I absolutely love this fic. The way you're building it up; the way you capture Willow babble; the sexiness of the dreams (which are damn torture btw!); the way you write, which is fantastic; the plot; the whole roommate 'we dont really know each other, 'cause we're both too scared to approach the other to find out whether or not they feel the same way' thing; your Xander; the 'token gay friend' comment Tara made, which cracked me up. I love it all.



A lot.



Also love your lengthy, frequent updates.



All I have left to say is: More Please!!!



*hugz*

~Gabs

"I'm known as the fat lesbian chick on Buffy. Of course, I mean you stand me next to an actress like Sarah and I look like I'll eat her. *beat* Wait, that didn't sound right. But, you know what I mean."-Amber

[veiled isis moon]

Not a flippin clue!! I had no idea that it was a dream, the way it happened and how you described it is how i pictured it would happen and Willow's wake up call, those were my words exactly when i realised it wasn't true..................you big tease I love how you write Willow when she's analysing everything in her head, trying to figure out whether Tara likes the bracelet because it's nice or because she gave it too her, funny and very Willow like. Awwwww, and they were both having naughty dreams.



Oooooooooooh, is Willow gonna take the first step? I'm so excited!

[snuggle79]

I. knew. it. And might i just add, i'm left feeling very frustrated here too. And i'm joining the pouting club here, lol.

Come on, this is enough torture, please let our girls finally find each other. They deserve it, and so do we.



Awesome update.



s79

I look at horses and I see really big ponies.

The greatest thing you'll learn, is just to love and be loved in return.

[tarawhipped]

Left brain: "you know it's just a dream, right"

Right brain: "shut up"

Left brain: "you even asked for a smutty dream not three updates ago"

Right brain: "leave me alone, I'm reading"

Left brain: "okay, but you know it's gonna end right before they--"

Right brain: "Just SHUT UP AND READ!"



Knew it was coming, didn't care. That was Love the subtle changes to Willow's dream pattern setting the wheels turning in her head. Though I'm guessing she still has a loooong way to go before she's ready to act, maybe she's ready to start figuring out if Tara wants her too.



Or, considering the mutually explicit dreams, you could just write in a "smutty dream/sleepwalking" scenario, and they could wake up wet together for a change.

-Cameron

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What should I be but just what I am? - Edna St.Vincent Millay

Edited by: tarawhipped at: 9/26/04 8:19 am

[Wired vixen]

First off i was the one screaming NEVERLAND UPDATE! in chat hahahaha!



Second off, ok so there was smoochies, pleasant ones, i'll give you that....but then- wait- there is a 'then'...

*ahem* Then.....it was a frickin DREAM! i wanna cry!!



Damnit! I loved it but now i'm so frustrated!



But oh so graphic......



And Tara at the end..... WOW!!!



That was soooo brilliant!



Can't wait for the next update!



REALLY cant!



Stace xXx

[littlecrazy80]

How could you do this to us? This is so mean!!!! That was too good to be real.



*lil´c*

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



Sweet Amber ~~~ Amber Board ~~~ Danielle Benson ~~~ Danielle Benson France ~~~ Danielle Board

[WillowRTaraM1]

I have also been a bit AWOL on the feedback.. which is very very bad of me because this fic is by far and away my favorite fic on Pens right now.



I have just recovered.. I have been sitting here staring at the screen with my mouth open and wide eyed for the past 10 minutes after I read it... then I believe I woke my neighbors up when I screamed NOOOOOOOO!!!!



You are such a Heather!!! but a very very talented one at that. You have me on this computer every hour like a complete loser checking for updates on this lovely fic It really is just wonderful.. despite how agonizingly frustrating it can prove to be!! I just love it. Your writing style is amazing and I find myself wondering how you havn't posted a fic before this! I love how you give us an inside look at their thought processes, and the way you write.. with so much description... really just brings the scene to life for us. AA I simply can not say enough about it!



The day Neverland ends you will have a very group of kittens on your hands! I look forward to mucchhh more of this fic (stating the obvious... I know ) and also look forward to seeing you posting on Pens for a longgg time to come! Your awesome Heather! Hats off to you.



Jackie

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Ooo I feel just like santa except thinner and younger and female and...well Jewish- Willow

[Artemis]

Hey, guess who's back:



I have to admit, I suspected all along that Willow had fallen asleep. I wasn't sure where exactly, though my money was initially on the point where she was sitting on the couch, imagining being embraced by Tara. It's the legacy of years of watching sci-fi - any time anyone anywhere closes their eyes and relaxes for a moment, then things start becoming either surreal, different and/or unusually pleasant, I suspect they're in some parallel reality, as a result of an overactive imagination (or Romulan agents, quite often, though probably not here). In this case, while technically it's possible Willow and Tara might fall into each other's arms and everything be perfect with barely a word spoken... in this story? Nah - there's chapters of hesitation and tentative first steps still to come, I just know it



That said - whoa, what a dream! Much more of this and Willow's going to throw her alarm clock out the window.



Something that struck me was that this wasn't just a teasing dream sequence - I think it's very important, as Willow mused to herself, that she finally dreamed of herself making the first move. I think before now she hasn't really let herself consider that as an option - she's never allowed herself to think that anything good could result of her making a move. Now, subconsciously, she's allowing that possibility. It's definitely promising.



As for Tara... poor Tara, woken up just like Willow, on the verge of getting to the best dreamy part. I loved that brief final paragraph though, it was so evocative of Tara's mood, a sort of leisurely, sensual pleasure, of her being totally willing to enjoy herself. She's so hot, in reality as well as in Willow's dreams



So, a wonderful chapter all over - hotness, frustration, the distant promise of real hotness... I hope, even with the delay, neither of them forget that they agreed to talk 'later'.

Chris Cook

Through the Looking-glass

A Willow and Tara for every world.

[AmbeRocks]

hey, i don't think i've ever replied here, but it's not cause i wasn't reading and enjoying this fic like crazy!!

you are a really talented writter, and thanks for sharing your gift with us!

this is one of my favorite story lately, and i really like how everything is going in it



last update, well i was like: ok, i guess that's just a dream again...but errr you know, NICE dream..!

i was hoping to be wrong, but if the dream was so hot and sweet, i can't even begin to imagine how will the first real time be!

so yeah, keep on giving us updates goodies, makes the world seem a little better!



jen

There is such a variety of well-invented things that the earth is like the breasts of a woman: useful as well as pleasing - Nietzsche

[wimpy0729]

Such delicious torture. Even if it was a dream, it was so erotic but of course, left Willow and the kittens unsatisfied. Nice to see Tara um...take things into her own hands after her dreamus interruptus.



This was absolutely beautiful. So descriptive, every detail, every thought and emotion just palpable. I could just picture the room in candlelight and everything else just flowed from there. Nicely done, you big tease.



You've only made us anticipate the real thing even more, so awesome job.



Can't wait to see what you tease us with next!



Wimpy

[pipsberg]

Heather,



Holy crap, that was freaking hot! I can only imagine what the real deal will be like. I was simply spellbound as I was reading this update, not just by the incredibly hot sex - 'cause good lord it was - but also the sensuality of Tara and Willow's awe of her. I'm just thinking that when they finally get together - explosive!! Whew. Going to go read that again...

-pipsberg



Please visit my Breast Cancer 3-Day donation page HERE to help me fight cancer!



"We live our lives, do whatever we do, and then we sleep - it's as simple and ordinary as that."

Michael Cunningham, The Hours

[WickedReds]

Oh My God......Heather that was evil.. evil... very evil... but i got some form of smut so it okay right now... where they having the same dream??? cause i think they where... and Tara so naughty... ... update more soon



-red



my banana dances for smut

Tara in a wet shirt, Tara in a wet shirt. Tara in. A. Wet. Shirt. “Of course.”-Willow From Remember to Breath By Yellow Crayon



Now that just sucks- me

[watersong84]

Well, that was... a little naughty and a little... evil!

But i loved it!

[JustSkipIt]

Heather,

Sorry I am so late on replying to the last two updates. I had Lasik surgery on Thursday and have been resting my eyes. I read the last update before leaving for the doctor but didn’t have time to reply at 5:30 in the morning.



Part 15:

Was absolutely wonderful. Your descriptions made me feel like I could imagine the gallery and Tara’s shy beauty as well as Willow’s intent studiousness. Everything seemed quite bright and warm and their connections were all wonderfully detailed. The slight but intimate touch of their handshake was wonderful and the short conversation about “loving” the bracelet and Fillmore were just so well done. The update made me feel like both girls were completely moving in the right direction: talking, visiting, sharing, and perhaps a little flirting. Just what the doctor ordered.



Part 16:

When Willow went downstairs I thought it was real but as soon as Tara came in I thought it was a dream. And believe it or not, I was very happy to find out that I was right. As they started kissing and making love, I was going “I hope this is a dream. I hope this is a dream. I hope this is a dream.” Dreams are nice but that was moving too fast. The girls need to take the time to explore their connection, their friendship, their attraction, and their love. So I was very happy to see it was a dream.



Also happy to see Willow’s realization that in this dream she initiated. She seems to be thinking much more clearly about the need for some action on her part. Since Tara is being noble and respectful (ok, not completely: see Anya & Kevin), Willow has to start moving closer. Yay for her having that realization. I can hardly wait for them to start. Well done.



PS: Is anyone else having trouble staying Logged in to the ezBoard? I keep logging in and by the time I hit reply, I’m logged out. This has been happening for two days and I don’t know if it’s me or ezBoard.

[Vogelscheuche]

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PS: Is anyone else having trouble staying Logged in to the ezBoard? I keep logging in and by the time I hit reply, I’m logged out. This has been happening for two days and I don’t know if it’s me or ezBoard.

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Yup, me too. It's really annoying...



OK, some feedback *g*



I really didn't got that it was a dream till Willow woke up, so I guess, very well done *ggg*



I'm kinda glad it was a dream... they should talk a little bit.. sooo...



Vogelscheuche

(AKA Insanity)

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"It's always sudden", Tara

German Fanfiction

[Grimlock72]

as for ezBoard login stuff



They seem to have changed their cookie system, could be you need to add *.ezboard.com as exception to whatever proxy/cleaner you use ezInbox is known to cause trouble, i.e. logged out after using it.



Or more relaxed cookie policies might help (accept invalid-paths, allow session cookies).



FAQ states access through frames won't work, though I doubt that. Furthermore they repeatly recommend you check your system date/time and make sure it's correct. I doubt it helps since several bug-forms have been filed about this since 09/25. I attributed those problems to my new web-proxy though

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Aaaanyway.. yes I did guess somewhere halfway through the dream-sequence it was a dream (funny how those are always nice dream, while I think Willow has nightmares about Tara rejecting/not-liking her). The rest of the dream was still nicely written for sure, it's just not the same once you realize it IS a dream... bit hard to describe that.



I'ts interesting that Willow is so very hard trying to analyse that dream. Cute how she kept getting distracted though . I know there is some error in Willow way of thinking but I can't pinpoint it yet. She does seem to realize that Tara might not be sure Willow likes her but as quickly forgets about it.



It's about time they get some alone-togetherness time, Willow *wants* to tell Tara about herself... not they only need some time for such neat activities



Grimmy

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"You hurt Tara," Willow said too calmly. "The last one who tried that was a god. I made her regret it." -- Unexpected Consequences by Lisa of Nine

Edited by: Grimlock72 at: 9/26/04 2:41 pm