• Live with Willow and Tara
• WillowFish
• Rating: Unrated (Just assume NC-17, I guess)
• Disclaimer: All things Buffy belong to Joss Whedon and Mutant Enemy and sadly, not me.
• Summary: "Choose your own adventure" meets "Improv night." I'm going to plant the seed of a story and you, the readers, are going to determine what it grows into. It's a pretty tame kitten to start but I doubt it'll stay so innocent. Thoughts in italics
• Note: Drop your ideas for the next chapter in the comments section but be warned that in keeping with the board rules and my own brand of sanity there will be no canon-Seeing Red-ness in this piece and any suggestions for such will be ignored.
• Feedback: Always welcome but keep it constructive
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As the sultry brunette entered the bar all eyes turned to her. Shyly, she lowered her head and her gaze, ducking into the first empty booth she saw.
What was I thinking, wearing this? she chastised internally. She wore a low cut top which emphasized her ample chest and low cut jeans that failed to bridge the gap between their hem and the shirt’s. Nervously, she scanned the room, like a deer on the lookout for wolves.
And then she saw her. No wolf, this girl, no, she was more like a jungle cat, all feminine power and a lithe figure emphasized by the tight jeans she wore. The brunette couldn’t help but giggle at the cute kitten emblazoned on the front of the red head’s top.
She raised her eyes and froze as her blue ones locked with green and she realized that the red head was noticing her too.
Oh God, oh God, she saw me. The red head's eyes went wide.
She’d been watching the girl since she’d first walked in and ducked into the booth but seeing and being seen are two very different things. Now, panicking, she didn’t know what to do. Should she smile at the girl? Wave? No, that would be stupid.
As a waitress passed by with a tray full of tequila shots, she took a shot and knocked it back. Steeling her nerves, she did the only thing left to do and approached the girl.
She’s coming this way. What do I do? WHAT DO I DO!? The brunette was frantically searching her mind for direction. The redhead was within touching distance and her heart was now a jackhammer in her chest.
“Hi, I’m Willow, what’s your name?”
Her name is as pretty as she is…wait, she’s asking you a question. Your name? No, my name. What’s my name? It’s “T-t-tara” she said, inwardly cursing her stutter, “m-my name is T-tara. It's n-nice to meet you...”
"Tara?" Willow smiled brightly, "that's a beautiful name. It suits you."
The brunette blushed profusely and ducked her head.
"W-w-would you like to sit down?"
"I would like that very much." Willow said as she took a seat beside the shy beauty, a wide grin on her face.
