How I Met My Lover

mmmh-Hot-Sauce · **Posted:** Tue Apr 28, 2009 10:50 am

Title: How I Met My Lover
Author: Vanessa
Email Address: Coopster5000@aol.com
Rating: PG-13/R/NC-17
Disclaimer: The idea was mine but part of it comes from How I Met Your Mother along with the title. The charaters come from both BTVS and The L Word.
Feedback: Yes, please, if you want to. Don't be afraid to be harsh if it/I needs it.
Summary 1: This is a story which starts out being told from Willow POV. It takes place in highschool and the group of btvs and tlw characters are split up.
Summary 2:What if nothing is what it seems and everything is a game inside of a game.
Notes: Italics/Bold is what WIllow is saying to you.
Note 2: I am currently revising this story so it is different then the one that was published on the "Looking Glass."

Chapter 1.
(Fresh Meat)

***

With every year comes a new conquest. A new age bracket. And a new tally. The population of SunnyDale High is 309. Girls 141. Fresh meat (Freshmen) 43. My tally… stopped counting sophomore year. So, who am I? They call me Red cause I’m like a fucking bull. Well actually my hairs red but the bull things right also. I go after anything that moves. Patient or aggressive.

While I have your attention why don’t I tell you a little bit more about myself. I dress in black. Pretty much every day. I don’t know why. Maybe to express my somber mood. It seems to make an expression though. Nobody fucks with us. O’ yeah you might want me to explain the ‘us’ part. Well that’s my crew, the ‘us’, Xander, Spike, Shane, and Faith. We joined together mid Freshmen year. We have a band together too but more about that later.

You see, I’m this hard core bitch. I’m into the whole wame bame thank you ma’am ordeal. I don’t do the whole long relationship thing very well. In fact I don’t do it at all. I don’t cry and I DON’T fall in love. At least that’s the rules I made for myself freshmen year. But this girl … she was different. She made crying a sport, love a game, and a relationship impossible. She tipped my world upside down and I didn’t even know what was happening. Who is this girl? Well let me tell you the story about …
“How I met my lover.”

mmmh-Hot-Sauce · **Posted:** Tue Apr 28, 2009 11:17 am

Title: How I Met My Lover
Author: Vanessa
Email Address: Coopster5000@aol.com
Rating: PG-13/R/NC-17
Disclaimer: The idea was mine but part of it comes from How I Met Your Mother along with the title. The charaters come from both BTVS and The L Word.
Feedback: Yes, please, if you want to. Don't be afraid to be harsh if it/I needs it.
Summary 1: This is a story which starts out being told from Willow POV. It takes place in highschool and the group of btvs and tlw characters are split up.
Summary 2:What if nothing is what it seems and everything is a game inside of a game.
Notes: Italics is what WIllow is saying to you.
Note 2: I am currently revising this story so it is different then the one that was published on the "Looking Glass."

Chapter 2

***

Willow, Spike, and Faith walked into the cafeteria deep in conversation.

“Man we seriously need to find more places to do our gig,” said Faith while making their way to the table Xander and Shane were saving for them.

“Your telling me,” said Willow plopping down near Xander. “We only made thirty five bucks each last night. That shit doesn’t even cover gas money!”

“You’re worried about gas money,” Shane asked, her eyebrows ridging together. “Shit, what about fucking phone and electric bills?”

“Just face it,” butted in Faith, “we need more money.”

“Oy hold up. Here comes Captain Cardboard,” said Spike while pulling out a cigarette. “This wanker better leave before I give him a bloody good kicking.”

“Well, well if it isn’t the nerd herd,” said Riley with his football friends behind him.

“Oh wow did you make that one up all by yourself,” said Willow with a role of her eyes.

“Shut up tree!” said one of the burly football players.

“Oh yeah that really hurt my feelings.” Willow pretended to wipe away a tear from her eye, using her middle finger to do so.

“Hey fuckheads why don’t you just leave,” said Faith, standing up and cracking her knuckles.

“O’ yea, and what are you gonna do about it dyke!” said Riley with a grin. Behind him, his four jock friends started to rotate their shoulders and crack their knuckles in preparation for a fight.

“Leave them alone,” said a blonde walking up behind Riley and his goons, followed by two other blondes.

“Why don’t you take your pretty little ass back to the table,” grinned Riley as he chucked his thumbs over his shoulder.

“Excuse me?” replied the blonde.

“You heard me sweet cheeks,” he laughed, his boys soon following. “Now you see with you being slightly new and all, I guess we didn’t explain it well enough to you. This right here is the ass whipping section,” he draped one arm around the blonde and the other he rotated in front of his chest. “that’s the ass whipping table,” he pointed at the five pissed off friends. “ and we,” he gave her a tight squeeze. “ We, are the ones that hand out the ass whippings.”

“Yea I guess your right. What with me being new and all the only thing I’ve picked up was if you get into another fight you’ll be kicked off the football team,” the blonde shrugged her shoulders, effectively removing Riley’s arm as she did so. “But seeing as how the team sucks, I really don’t see as how it would make much of a difference.

“Hahaha. Bust!” Xander laughed as he pointed at the red faced quarterback.

“Now, I think you should take your ‘pretty’ little ass back to the table,” smile Shane as she kicked up her feet onto the table.

Reluctantly the football players left the table.

“I’m sorry about that,” said the blonde. “They're major assholes.”

“Like we haven’t noticed Goldie,” said Spike snappishly, settling back into his seat.

“Yo, leave her alone,” snapped back Willow. “Sorry he can be an asshole himself sometimes,” she replied back with a smile. “I’m Willow by the way,” she said, extending her hand out towards the other women.

“Tara,” the blonde replied taking the hand with a smile. For some reason she couldn’t pull her eyes away from Willow’s face. She had the most amazing eyes.

Little did Tara know, but Willow was thinking the same thing. ‘Dame she’s hot. Oh God look at those eyes. They’re as blue as the ocean on a stormy night… and her smile, oh god I’m gonna have a heart attack.’

“Hey pet,” said Spike to Buffy and also bringing Willow and Tara out of their stare fest. “You want a real man who can show you a good time?” He gave an evil grin and raised one eyebrow.

Not answering, Buffy just blushed bright red and walked away.

“I’ll be glad to have orga…” said Anya, the third blonde in the group.

“Oh! Uh, bye,” said Tara as she grabbed Anya by the arm, dragging her away from the table to catch up with Buffy.

Turning to look between Faith and Shane. “Is she fresh meat?” she hitched her thumb over her shoulder in the blondes general direction.

“Naah,” exclaimed Spike. “To the firing squad I think maybe. She’s a Senior. Moved here this summer near the Chase residence.” He gave the redhead a toothy smile. “You gonna go for the old bag and tag?”

“Oh you haven’t had one of those since the end of Sophomore year,” chirped in Faith, tapping her long slender fingers on the lunch table.

“Mhh, the good old bag and tag,” smirk Shane.

“What’s the bag and tag?” asked Xander, having never heard the term before.

“Well basically, I hook someone in. I make them fall madly in love with me,” said Willow plainly.

“That’s the bag,” included Faith.

“Then I fuck the shit out of them and I leave my mark,” she lent closer to Xander and snapped at his neck.

“And that my friend is the tag,” replied Spike, tilting his chair back.

“And what happens aft… hey didn’t you do that to Janet?” From the blank looks he got back he took it as a yes. His eyes slowly grew wide. “You’re a sick psychotic fuck you know that?” he told the redhead. “And that is why I love you”

‘I know … I’m a bastard.’

Sandman78 · **Posted:** Tue Apr 28, 2009 3:09 pm

OK, you have me interested...let's see where this goes. It's a change seeing a character from another show make an appearance, but I can see Shane as part of this group. Rough and tough butch Willow is kinda hot too.

*WILLOW* · **Joined:** Sun Mar 15, 2009 4:02 pm **Posts:** 70

I'll agree with sandman78 it really is a change to see another show get mixed into Buffy but I think Shane does fit into your little group of misfits pretty well. And I also Agree, rough and tough Willow is definitely hot!!! :pinky

update soon please.

tacoda13 · **Posted:** Wed Apr 29, 2009 10:46 pm

OMG!!!!!!!!! That's so funny, lmao. That's some good read there. Had the same in mind for a new fic of my own on a diff site for a couple diff characters on a diff show.

mmmh-Hot-Sauce · **Posted:** Thu Apr 30, 2009 7:46 am

Another update coming soon. But first, feedback.

Sandman78 : Thanks for the feedback. I always wanted to mix the l word into a btvs fic and i thought this would be the perfect story for it.

*WILLOW* : I'm glad you are liking this little mix up of shows and aprove of Shane joining the "group of misfits" as you so called them. lol

tacoda13 : haha that's so funny that we had almost the same idea. What tv show did you tie into btvs?

mmmh-Hot-Sauce · **Posted:** Thu Apr 30, 2009 10:55 am

Title: How I Met My Lover
Author: Vanessa
Email Address: Coopster5000@aol.com
Rating: PG-13/R/NC-17
Disclaimer: The idea was mine but part of it comes from How I Met Your Mother along with the title. The charaters come from both BTVS and The L Word.
Feedback: Yes, please, if you want to. Don't be afraid to be harsh if it/I needs it.
Summary 1: This is a story which starts out being told from Willow POV. It takes place in highschool and the group of btvs and tlw characters are split up.
Summary 2:What if nothing is what it seems and everything is a game inside of a game.
Notes: Italics/bold is what WIllow is saying to you.
Note 2: I am currently revising this story so it is different then the one that was published on the "Looking Glass."

Chapter 3

***

“Hey, Willow right,” asked Tara, walking up behind the redhead as she was searching for something in her locker. Lifting her head up and looking at the blue eyed beauty in front of her.

“Ya?” she asked closing her locker.

“Umm, I’m Tara.”

“I know,” Willow said flatly.

“O’ yeah um well I just wanted to say sorry again for before. Riley can be a real jerk.”

“Hey it’s no problem, I’ve been going through this since freshmen year.”

“Well I’m sorry he’s been an ass to you for four years.”

“Well what can you do, friends come and go.”

Giving Willow a weird look at what she said, Tara was about to ask her about it but didn’t get the chance as Willow asked her something first.

“So what you doing tonight?”

“Oh, umm, going home. Homework. Study. You know school stuff. Why?”

Well … my band and I are playing tonight at the Bronze. I was wondering if you were going.”

“I don’t know. It really depends on what Buffy’s doing. She’s usually the one dragging me out to that place.” Tara said with a small shrug of her shoulders.

“Oh well. Okay. I’ll be looking for you tonight just incase you do show.” With that Willow gave Tara a wink and walked away.

‘O’ yeah … I’m smooth!’

***

“Alright … I know I asked you this this morning and you said no but I’m gonna ask you again,” said Buffy plopping onto the blondes bed. “do you wanna go to the Bronze with me and Anya?”

“Yea!” Tara said a little to over excited.

“Wow. What’s with all the ‘yeaness.’ you were all NO this morning.”

A deep blush started to cover the blondes face which did not go unnoticed by Buffy.

“Oh my god! Tara are you blushing? Anya! Anya! Anya!” Buffy yelled for the bleach blonde who was downstairs. Once the blonde arrived Buffy told her what happened and the interrogation began.

“Yo, she asked you out,” said Buffy, practically jumping up and down. “Oh my god, what did you say?”

“She didn’t really ask me out,” said Tara, biting her bottom lip. “And I said it depends if your going or not tonight.”

“Oh hell yea we’re going tonight,” said Buffy, pulling Tara off the bed and leading her to her own closet.

“Why are you so excited,” asked Tara.

“Because little Miss. Thing here has a sore spot for Spikey-Wikey,” teased Anya.

“Yes! And please don’t tell Riley,” said Buffy a little nervous. “I mean… I’m suppose to hate him cause Riley hates him but I cant. He’s just…. He’s so…”

“Dreamy,” Anya fluttered her eyelashes and clasped her hands as if she was swooning.

“Shut up Anya!” Buffy yelled, throwing a pillow at her head.

“Come on guys stop fighting,” said Tara, stepping in-between the bickering friends. “We promise we wont say anything. Isn’t that right Anya!”

“Yeah, yeah,” grumbled the bleach blonde as she fixed her hair.

“Good now that that is all settled, lets go get you all dolled up for your date,” grinned Buffy, grabbing Tara by the hand.

“Its not a date” protested the blonde.

“Oh sweetie, Willow Rosenberg asked you out. It is a date” Anya said to Tara as if she was a complete imbecile.

“Why? She doesn’t ask that many people out?” question Tara, halting Buffy from dragging her any further.

Anya and Buffy just give each other a quick glance.

“She only asks out people she really likes.” said Buffy starting to pull the blonde again to the closet.

“Alright then.” agreed Tara.

“Now, lets go make ourselves look hot,” said Anya as she followed Tara and Buffy into the walk in closet.

***

“You asked her out?” Shouted Faith. “What happened to your no relationship policy? And why bring her here? She’s only gonna bring her friends and they’re complete assholes.”

Choosing to skip the relationship question Willow went for the other ones. “Well I didn’t really ask her out. I just asked if she was gonna be here,” proclaimed the redhead as she walked back and forth on the stage, setting up the equipment for the gig. Stopping and turning to stair at Faith. “Why? I’m not allowed to think she’s hot. Spike thinks Buffy’s hot.”

“Yo don’t drag me into this luv,” shouted Spike from back stage.

Walking on stage with his Bass in hand, Xander announces, “yo guys we gotta start the show.”

Taking her place behind the drum set “Dude I was just asking. I mean what happened to the plan?”

“I’m still doing the plan but a bit differently.” she smirked.

“Faith just drop it,” Shane said as she walked on stage, “Red knows what she’s doing.”

“I sure hope so,” she muttered as she took her position on stage.

SPIKE :
The sun no longer shines on your side
Remember this cold
When the fog won’t lift in your town
And you turn old
I heard you killed your only friend last year
You’re such a disease
You can buy your other friends
But you can’t buy me

As the song progressed Willow found herself staring at the entrance to the Bronze. Waiting to catch a glimpse of the blonde cheerleader. As the song was ending and the band was getting ready to launch into a new song a flash of yellow caught the redheads attention. Sitting in a booth near the left hand pillar, Willow noticed Tara, Buffy, and Anya. Three of SunnyDale High’s elite Varsity cheerleaders.

SHANE :
Disarm, can you hear the British ambulance
Breaking down, trick, bomb still goes
Tick tick time on by, watching me explode

As Shane started singing, a mishappen circle appeared on the dance floor. A group of teenagers decked out in black and studded belts pushed away anybody who stood idly by as they started a mosh pit.

SPIKE :
When did I create you?
Did you ever destroy me?
Can this be settled with questions?
I can’t think of anything.

I’m just a little boy with an untrained voice
But I have cannons for arms
I play the guitar and songs
With hidden missiles and bombs

SHANE :
Disarm, can you hear the British ambulance
Breaking down, trick, bomb still goes
Tick tick time on by, watching me explode

Ninety minutes and twenty two songs later, the gig finally came to an end. After the show was over, and the stage was cleared of all instruments, the band members went off in their own directions in the club.

***

“Hey,” said Willow, sliding into the booth next to Tara. “When did you get here?” she asked trying to play it cool.

“Hey,” Tara replied warmly. “Oh just about an hour ago.”

“Cool, cool,” Willow replied as she relaxed into the seat cushions. “So the guys and I are going to go grab something to eat, you wanna join?”

“I’d loved to but I can’t leave Buffy and Anya,” said Tara, trying to play it suave.

“Well I got this great idea. I mean it’s so good your gonna bow down to my brilliantness,” the redhead kidded. “Why don’t they just come too? You know the more the merrier.” she gave Tara a wide toothy grin. “Plus, I don’t think the guys would really mind it much.”

Turning their gazes to the dance floor where the tempo has settled down considerably since the punk rock band stepped off stage, they searched the crowd for their friends. In the middle of the dance floor the two girls see Anya and Xander grinding against each other, Faith dancing in the middle of a circle of guys, Shane chatting up some unknown brunette, while Buffy and Spike stood talking near the left hand side of the stage.

“So you wanna come?” she asked again.

“Sure, lets go grab them,” smiled Tara.

“Ok, you get them, I’m gonna get Faith and Shane,” Willow said before walking off.

“Yo shane, we’re gonna grab some grub you wanna come?” Willow asked as she pitched her thumb over her shoulder indicating who will be coming with them.

“Nah I’m good,” smirked Shane. “I’m gonna get some food with Jess… Jen, maybe its Jamie?” she said the name with a confused, quizzical look on her face. “Either way I’m gonna be eating.”

“Haha, nice,” laughed Willow. “I’m gonna go check with Faith, text you later.”

****

At the restaurant the group grabbed a table in the far back and sat next to the person they were thinking of or tried to at least. In the corners of the booths both Willow and Spike sat with Tara and Buffy at their sides. Next to Tara sat Xander and across from him next to Buffy sat Anya.

“You guys were great tonight,” Buffy said starting the conversation.

“Thanks love, we try,” said Spike, putting his arm behind Buffy.

“So Spike are you the only one that sings?” inquired Tara.

“No, Red sings too,” answered the bleach blonde male.

“How come I’ve never heard you sing before?” asked Tara, turning her head to look at Willow.

“Why, you want me to sing.”

“I was just wondering. I’ve seen your set two or three times and each time Spike’s singing,” the blonde pointed to the aforementioned male. “Or uhmm…the other one…the one with the short hair?”

“Shane,” Spike and Xander said at the same time.

“Yeah,” Tara clarified.

“Well I haven’t really been in the mood to sing lately. Usually I just right the songs and one of them sings it.”

“Plus Ted kinda likes Spike more then Willow,” snickered Xander.

“Who’s Ted?” asked Anya.

“Manager of the Bronze,” moaned Willow as she rolled her eyes.

“Oh yea, so why is this,” asked Buffy becoming amused.

“She slept with his daughter,” said Spike leaning on the table.

After Spike said that Willow turned her head to look at Tara. She was worried that Tara might be mad and that what information Spike just reveal might have ruined any chances she had at having Tara fall for her.

“So Willow, what happened to his daughter you slept with,” asked Tara a bit curious.

“She’s on her way over to this table,” grumbled the redhead.

Tara, Buffy, and Anya all turn their heads to see the mystery girl Willow slept with. Upon seeing the women all three sets of jaws dropped. Not being able to help themselves due to the hectic chaos going on in their brains all three cheerleaders sputtered out the female’s name at once.

“Miss. Calendar!”

“ha-ha. Nahh I’m just fucking with you. This is how it really happened…”

mmmh-Hot-Sauce · **Posted:** Wed May 20, 2009 4:36 pm

Title: How I Met My Lover
Author: Vanessa
Rating: PG-13/R/NC-17
Disclaimer: The idea was mine but part of it comes from How I Met Your Mother along with the title. The charaters come from both BTVS and The L Word.
Feedback: Yes, please, if you want to. Don't be afraid to be harsh if it/I needs it.
Summary 1: This is a story which starts out being told from Willow POV. It takes place in highschool and the group of btvs and tlw characters are split up.
Summary 2:What if nothing is what it seems and everything is a game inside of a game.
Notes: Italics/bold is what WIllow is saying to you.
Note 2: I am currently revising this story so it is different then the one that was published on the "Looking Glass."

Chapter 4

***

Tara, Buffy, and Anya all turn their heads to see the mystery women Willow slept with. Upon seeing the girl all three sets of jaws dropped. That said girl grabbed a chair and placed it next to Xander before sitting down.

“Faith Lehan. Ted Lehan’s daughter. Willow’s ex,” said Spike pointing to Faith.

“Yeah how do you think we get all our gigs,’ chuckled Xander.

“Oh please it was more like a one night stand,” said Faith with a role of her eyes.

“Thank you,” shouted Willow tossing her hands up into the air.

After that the whole group started talking and laughing as if they were all old friends.

“You okay?” whispered Willow into Tara’s ear.

“Yeah I’m having a lot of fun.”

“Good,” said the redhead before asking Tara her next question. “I’m gonna step outside for some air you wanna come with.”

“Sure,” she smiled.

***

Outside the doors, Willow and Tara sat on the top steps of the stairs leading to the restaurant. Looking over at Tara, Willow realized she was shaking from the cold.

“Hey your shivering,” said Willow while sliding her leather jacket off and placing it on Tara’s shoulders. “Here, that’s better.”

“Thanks,” said Tara. “It got cold out.”

“Yep, know problem. So umm how you doing?”

“I’m alright. Your friends are really nice,” said the blonde as she hugged the jacket tighter to her body. “They’re… they’re nothing like what Cordellia said.”

Instantly a frown appeared on Willow’s face and her eyebrows knitted together. “Cordelia’s a bitch,” she spatted out.

“I’m sorry Willow. I didn’t mean to make you mad,” said Tara. She dropped her head to let her long hair cover her face.

“It’s alright. it’s not your fault,” soothed Willow as she cupped Tara’s chin and rubbed her cheek with her thumb.

A few minutes past as the two sat on the steps in the same position before Willow finally broke the silence.

“Hey Tara?”

“Yea?”

“I was wondering if maybe… um if you would like… I don’t know, maybe you would want to go on a date with me?” She gave a shy half grin for emphasis.

“Wow do I have the pathetic please go on a date with me line down pat.”

“I’d love to go on a date with you,” smiled Tara.

“Oh! Really! Great, how about tomorrow? Around seven? I’ll pick you up at you house?” Willow asked as she rocked back and forth on the heels of her feet.

“Okay, sounds great,” Tara beamed back.

For a while they both just stood there smiling at each other before Tara broke the silence.

“Uhmm, I think we should head back inside,” she said pointing to the door.

“Oh yeah,” Willow said, smiling stupidly. “Oh wait I don’t know where you live.”

“Right, yeah, that might help,” Tara playfully slapped her head. “I live on 137 Walker Avenue.”

“Ok, thanks.” She typed the information into her phone then opened the restaurant door for the blonde. “Here you go, I’ll be in in a moment, I just have to make a quick call.”

“All right, see you inside,” said the blonde before disappearing.

“What a loser,” mumbled Willow as she fished out her pack of smokes from her front pocket and quickly lit one. Flipping the lid of her cell phone open she scrolled down to Create Messages , and texted her friends a short message.

Shes 2 E Z
Let da games bgin

***

“She’s going out with Willow? The Willow. The Willow who’s boinked pretty much every girl in SunnyDale High,” said Anya lying on Buffy’s bed next to Buffy. “Twice!” she added as an after thought.

“Anya shut up!” hissed Buffy “if she finds that out Tara will never go out with Willow and then we are royally screwed.”

“I don’t know about this Buffy,’ complained Anya. “I’m starting to have second thoughts.”

“Anya, you never have thoughts, so just keep yourself together so we can do this.”

“But Buffy,” she was cut off by a hand covering her mouth.

"Shh, she’s coming,” Buffy said as she flipped over onto her stomach and reached for a bottle of nail polish sitting on her night stand. “What color should I paint my toes?” she said in a louder voice that way Tara could hear the conversation from the hallway.

“Who gives a fuck nobody wants to see your gross crows feet,” muttered Anya as she hugged Mr. Gordo to her torso.

“Anya my feet are not gross!”

“You keep telling yourself that,” shot back Anya as she ducked a pillow that was aimed for her head.

“Hey Buffy do you mind if I use you phone?” asked Tara as she held up the cordless silver phone.

‘Ooohhh, are you calling Willow?” teased Buffy.

“No, I’m gonna call my dad and tell him I’m sleeping here tonight.” smirked the blonde.

“Yea yea what ever,” Buffy waved her off so she could get back to her nail polish.

Once Tara left the room to make her phone call Anya turned back to Buffy to continue their argument. “You know sooner or later she’s gonna find out that Good “Will” Hunting is not just a playfull nickname given to Rosenberg. She’s not dumb. Shes gonna figure out that Rosenberg has a thing for fucking the new girls at school. And she SURE AS HELL isn’t going to like it when she finds out we’re setting her up!”

“That’s why she’s not going to find out,” smiled Buffy as she slid of her bed to go check the hallway.

“And how can you be so sure?” questioned Anya.

“Cause unlike the rest of the cheerleaders, we aren’t complete retards. We’re not going to fuck this up.”

willowtaralover · **Posted:** Tue Mar 23, 2010 9:55 am

Ooh, interesting with Willow thinking she's setting up Tara and Buffy Anya also planning to set up either Tara or Willow, me like the twists and turns this is taking. Me want more of this and soon this is a good story withb so much going on :wtkiss

Ilovewillow · **Posted:** Mon Mar 29, 2010 7:20 am

Hey,

Great update, this is soo interesting
LOL I loved the 'Good Will Hunting' bit XD MORE please?? :pray

mmmh-Hot-Sauce · **Posted:** Thu Apr 01, 2010 1:57 pm

Willowtaralover: Yes, this is a very twisty turvy story. =) I am glad that you are enjoying it also. Thank you for your feedback. :party

Ilovewillow: You got my joke!!!! YAY :dumbo

haha I'm even happier now. Thanks so much for the feedback.

cantiemedown · **Posted:** Thu Apr 01, 2010 9:19 pm

Hm... I like this story too... But I'm worried about the setting up... How is buffy and anya setting up tara... And y?? Twists...
I can hear the buh buh buuuhhhh already. Lol

mmmh-Hot-Sauce · **Posted:** Wed May 26, 2010 4:58 pm

Cantiemedown: I'm glad you are liking this story also. As for the "set up" every thing will be explained in do time. More twist and turns to follow. Thanks for your feedback. =)

mmmh-Hot-Sauce · **Posted:** Wed May 26, 2010 5:09 pm

Posted: Wed May 20, 2009 4:36 pm Post subject: Re: How I Met My Lover
Title: How I Met My Lover
Author: Vanessa
Rating: PG-13/R/NC-17
Disclaimer: The idea was mine but part of it comes from How I Met Your Mother along with the title. The charaters come from both BTVS and The L Word.
Feedback: Yes, please, if you want to. Don't be afraid to be harsh if it/I needs it.
Summary 1: This is a story which starts out being told from Willow POV. It takes place in highschool and the group of btvs and tlw characters are split up.
Summary 2:What if nothing is what it seems and everything is a game inside of a game.
Notes: Italics/bold is what WIllow is saying to you.
Note 2: I am currently revising this story so it is different then the one that was published on the "Looking Glass."

Chapter 5

***

“Hold the phone! Willow’s going on a date? The cherry popping Willow, the de-flowering Willow, the …”

“Enough Xander, I get it,” Willow droned out. “I fuck a lot .”

“You forgot hymen ripper,” quipped Shane with a tight lipped smirk.

“Hardy, har, har,” Willow bantered back, making a face at the short haired girl.

“But …but this is huge!” shrieked Xander, nearly jumping out of his own skin. “You never go on dates.”

“That’s why its called the bag and tag, not the bag and run,” joked Spike as he took a puff of his cigarette.

“So when you going? Asked Faith as she walked up behind the group with a couple of beers.

“I don’t know … tomorrow around seven I think,” said Willow as she took a chug of her beer.

“What about the gig?” questioned Xander. For some reason he seemed to be the only one nervous.

“Don’t worry, I’ll be there… an so will she,” she smirked as she finished off the rest of her beer.

“How do you know?” asked the dark haired boy, looking at all of his friends faces.

“I just do.”

***

Bronze 5:00 pm

Buffy, Tara, and Anya walk into the club and look around for a table. They spotted one in the back with a jacket and a few empty beer bottles but nobody was sitting there so they decided to take it. As they were making themselves comfortable the overhead lights started to dim down letting the crowd know that the band was getting ready to start.

“Are you mother fucker’s ready to rock!” came a voice from the amplifier. “Tonight, I’m proud to present to you, the best fucking band in SunnyDale” Shouted Shane into the microphone as she walked to the tip of the stage. With one hand in her left pocket and her other hand gripping the base of the mic, “Put your hands together for WAX!” After her announcement, Shane hopped off the stage onto the dance floor, tossing the microphone to a near by bouncer.

See, you already know the band is going to rock when they open up with an almighty curse word. Either that or they’re already drunk out of their minds.

“You gotta be kidding,” said Buffy as she placed her head on the beer splattered table top.

“What,” questioned Tara, not sure what was wrong with Buffy.

“You wanted to hear her sing,” she clarified as she lifted her head. As she did so she caught a withering glare from the bleach blonde across the table .

Spike/Xander:
Yeah …. Yeah …. Yeah….

Willow :
I can dish it up
But you know I cant
Take it
When you told me
every time that you came
That you where faking
So I guess I’ll never know
If I was macking
Yes or no

“You know for somebody who is such a tool, I have some pretty depressing songs. Which is weird cause I’m the one that dose all the dumping and the heart breaking so I guess for this to make sense to you I would have to tell you about this chick. Well it started in …. you know what I’ll get to it later. Back to the story.”

***

“Hey what are you doing here?” asked Willow coming to sit beside the blonde.

“Hi. I came with Buffy and Anya.” Tara replied with a vibrant smile.

“So I guess you heard my set,” said Willow sheepishly.

“Yep,” the blonde nodded her head. “ I liked the first song.”

“Yeah, well thanks. So where’s the rest of your posse.”

“Dancing…. With Spike and Xander.”

“Oh, well um, would you like to dance or would you like to start our date early?”

“Hmm well actually your late to our date,” Tara smiled as she looked at her watch.

“Okay. How about a dance to start our date fashionably late?”

“That’s a tough one,” smirked the blonde. “Well would you care telling me what we are doing for our date?” Grinning, Willow grabbed Tara’s hand and started walking towards the door.

“Come on.”

“So where are we going?” Tara tried again.

“To the park,” said Willow still holding Tara’s hand.

“Isn’t the park in the other direction?”

“Yep,” Willow agreed still dragging the blonde. “But I got to go to my car first.”

“You have a car!”

“A Camero. Don’t get to excited though, it’s a piece of crap,” said Willow with a laugh. “Get in we’re
gonna drive there.”

Once at the park ground Willow got out of her car and went to go open Tara’s door.

“Thanks,” Tara said with a bashful blush.

“No prob,” Willow replied. Making her way to the trunk of the car she pulled out a basket and a blanket
before walking back to Tara. “Come on,” she said taking her hand again.

Once inside the park Willow lead Tara to a giant tree and laid down the blanket. When Tara was seated
Willow slowly sat down and started lighting candles that she pulled out from the basket. “It’s kinda dark,”
she said sheepishly as she put her lighter back in her pocket.

“That’s why they call it night,” replied Tara jokingly.

“Well, um, I didn’t know what you liked so I brought a shi.. salad, fruit bowl, and some sandwiches. So
what would you like?”

Well I’m a vegetarian so I’ll have salad and fruit,” she said as she grabbed a strawberry.

“What a big surprise,” Willow mumbled under her breath as she handed over the tub of fruit. “Here you go,” she said with a smile.

While they ate they asked each other questions about their childhood, friends, themselves, sports, and anything else that came to mine. Of course Willow, however, left out details of her ‘friends, themselves, and anything else’ questions.

Four hours later Willow glanced at her watch, “Oh wow it’s late. I better take you home before your parents kill me for keeping you out so long.” Jumping to her feet, she helped the blonde up then they made quick work of putting the garbage in the basket and folding the blanket.

***

“So this is your house?”

“Yeps this is my house,” Tara nodded, not knowing what else to say.

“It’s nice. Big” Willow clarified as she looked out the passenger window.

“Yeah… where do you live?”

“Oh… um across town,” Willow smiled feebly.

“You’re not gonna get in trouble driving home so late are you?” Tara asked worried, her eyebrows crinkling together in concern.

“Nah I should be fine,” Willow said as she turned the engine off planning on walking Tara to her door. “So listen, I had fun tonight and I was wondering since tomorrows Saturday and all if maybe you wanna go to the beach with me and my friends. You can bring your friends too if you want… not Cordelia! But… but um maybe we could hang?”

“Oh my god. Did you just say that all in one breath,” asked Tara, amazed that the tiny redhead had the lung capacity to hold that much air.

“Yeah when I’m nervous I ten to babble.” Willow admitted with a smirk.

“Why are you nervous,” Tara asked with a crooked grin.

“Wha …. I … uhh,” she faltered.

Slowly Tara started to lean over her seat into Willow...

“Score one for the Willster!!”

…but before their lips could meet the front door opened and Mr. Maclay stepped outside.

“Tara! Tara is that you?” the older man yelled from the stoop.

“never mind. Take that point away”

“So I guess I’ll see you tomorrow…. Around eleven?”

“Sure see you there. Bye Willow,” with that Tara exited Willow’s car and walked to her front door where her father was still standing.

Once the blonde was at her door Willow started up her car an put it in drive. Driving down the block, Willow didn’t pull over until she got to the first stop sign. Removing her phone from her back pocket she punched in a number that was well remember.

“Dude! I am so fucking horny. Meet me at Smiles.” with that said she flipped her phone closed and pulled back out onto the road.

***

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cantiemedown · **Posted:** Thu May 27, 2010 11:52 am

Hm.... Taras got money, her dad doesn't seem like too much of an asshole, and willow was all ccc but now she's a stuttering fool....for love lol nice.... Now Update paid and the vamp-willow and ill be a happy kitten!!! Please??

Zampsa1975 · **Posted:** Fri May 28, 2010 3:57 am

Yay for good update-y goodness... I truly hope that Tara manages little by little changing Willow's bitch personality to more loveable...

mmmh-Hot-Sauce · **Posted:** Tue Jun 01, 2010 8:37 pm

Posted: Wed May 20, 2009 4:36 pm Post subject: Re: How I Met My Lover
Title: How I Met My Lover
Author: Vanessa
Rating: PG-13/R/NC-17
Disclaimer: The idea was mine but part of it comes from How I Met Your Mother along with the title. The charaters come from both BTVS and The L Word.
Feedback: Yes, please, if you want to. Don't be afraid to be harsh if it/I needs it.
Summary 1: This is a story which starts out being told from Willow POV. It takes place in highschool and the group of btvs and tlw characters are split up.
Summary 2:What if nothing is what it seems and everything is a game inside of a game.
Notes: Italics/bold is what WIllow is saying to you.
Note 2: I am currently revising this story so it is different then the one that was published on the "Looking Glass."

Chapter 6

***

“Tara who was that dear?” Mr. Macly asked with fatherly concern.

“Just a friend from school. We were talking and lost track of time. I’m sorry I’m so late dad,” she said giving her dad a hug.

“It’s okay sweetie, I’m not mad. I just wanted to make sure your okay,” he said as she wrapped his arms around his daughters back.

“Ok.”

“So how’s school going?” Mr. Maclay asked as he and his daughter made their way into the living room to sit. The living room was like every other living room on the block. Big sitting window, fire place and room for two couches and a plush arm chair. Tara opted for the chair as her father took one of the couches.

“It’s going good,” Tara answered with a smile. A image of Willow laying down, half on the blanket and half on the grass from their date, popped into her head. “real good.”

“So are you still hanging out with those nice girls… Buffy and Anya? What’s the other one’s name? the snobby one?”

“Cordy,” Tara replied with a small smile.

“Yes that’s it. Do you girls still hang out?”

“Yep.”

“Ah that’s nice. So have you made any other new friends this year?” asked Donald Maclay.

“Dad if you wanna know who drove me home you can just ask me,” she grinned, knowing her father was trying to find out who was driving the car.

Blushing sheepishly “So I guess you can see right through my plan. So what’s his name?”

“Her name is Willow. We have a few classes together. She invited me, along with Buffy and Anya to go to the beach with her and her friends tomorrow. That is, if its okay with you?” asked Tara, hoping her father would say yes.

“Of course you can go, but what about your other friend…. Uh cordelia?”

“Willow doesn’t really like Cordelia.”

“Ohh I like her already,” said Donald laughing. Quickly becoming solemn he asked his daughter a serious question. “Do you like her?” Donald Maclay had known since his daughters freshmen year of high school that she liked girls ever since that unforgettable day she brought home her first girlfriend. At first when Tara introduced the young girl as her girlfriend he just thought his daughter was referring to her as a girl who was a friend like most older women do. Like her mother did. But that soon changed when he walked in on them making out.

“Yea I do. But we’re just getting to know each other right now,” Tara said with a slight smile and a twinkle in her eye.

“Oh okay. Well that’s good. I’m glad your being very mature about it,” he said with a nod. “But I still want to meet her. Even if you do decide to just be friends.”

“Okay dad, I promise” she said with her trademark lopsided grin. “I’m gonna head up to bed now. Goodnight dad,” slowly Tara stood up and made her way to her room. After brushing her teeth and getting ready for bed Tara called Buffy.

“Hey Buffy, sorry for calling so late.”

“It’s okay Tare I just got in anyways. So what’s up?”

“Your not doing anything tomorrow are you?” the blonde asked, crossing her fingers in hope the other blonde would say no.

“Not that I’m aware of. Why? What do you have planed?”

“We got invited to the beach tomorrow.” Tara responded, answering the blonde’s questions.

“Don’t you mean you,” snickered Buffy. “So what time are we going?”

“Eleven. But you don’t have to. If you want to do something with Riley I totally understand,” Tara said as she played with a ring on her thumb.

“Hey Tara, this is what friends are for. ’ll call Anya and tell her to pick us up okay,” Buffy’s smile could be detected over the phone.

“Okay. And thanks Buff.” Tara said, her own smile evident to Buffy through the receiver.

“No problem Tare,” the phone line went dead.

***

Beach 11:00AM

“Hey Red, do you remember that smokin’ hot chick from last night?” Shane asked as walked over to the small blue cooler to pull out the last sprit can.

“You got to be a little more specific then that,” smirked Willow as she flipped absentmindedly through ’Trash Pit’ magazine “They all had their tits in my face.”

“The brunette chick in the back,” Shane clarified as she walked back to her seat, snapping open the can in the process. “The deejay.”

“Ah yeah, Carmen,” Willow smiled as she lowered the US based band magazine.

“Woe, wait,” Faith said jumping in. “You guys went to Smiles without me?”

“Without you? What about me?” Whined Xander from his reclined position next to Faith. “You and Spike see way more tits then me… why couldn’t I go?”

“Forget about who get’s laid more,” barked out Shane, halting Xander’s pity fest. “I wanna hear more about this Cameron chick.”

“Carmen,” Spike corrected. “She’s in my English lit class. Smart brod. ‘Parentally transferred here from Montgomery High last school year.”

“She’s also in our Spanish class,” added Faith with a nod, wiggling her pointer finger back and forth between the short haired girl and herself. “You know, the one you hardly show up too.”

“Oh,” Shane said, her eye’s widening a little. “Wait you go to our Spanish class.”

“Occasionally.” Faith said with a sigh. “If I fail this shitty class again I have to repeat high school for the sixth time.”

“Ha, sucks to be you,” laughed out Willow. Turning her attention back to Shane, “nah Shane, this Carmen chick is a smoking hot Latino. Once I’m done with Tara I’m totally moving on to her.”

“In more ways then one,” giggled Xander.

“Not if I get there first,” Shane said in a stern tone as she raised a eyebrow in Willow’s direction.

“Play you for her,” Willow said with a grin. Before she could receive an answer from the brunette, the bleach blonde sitting beside her spoke up.

“Oy, you might want to steer clear of this conversation,” Spike said as he tilted his head to the side. “The pompom brigade is on their way.”

***

“… what if she doesn’t like me? What if she just wants to be friends? I mean she did invite all of us. Maybe she just wants us to get to know each other?”

“Yeah right,” laughed Anya as she rolled her eyes skyward. “And people that just wanna be friends wear that,” indicated Anya, pointing towards Willow who was standing with her friends laughing.

Willow was wearing a scantly clad black bikini top with white surfer trunk which was causing Tara to hyperventilate from just looking at her.

“Okay, I bet twenty five bucks that that,” Xander indicates Willow swimsuit or lack there of “will be torn off within five minutes of Tara seeing you.”

“Your completely daft,” said Spike to Xander. “I bet fifty dollars that that swimsuit will be torn off behind that rock,” he pointed to a giant bolder a couple yards away. “As soon as Tara sees you.”

“Yea I like Spike’s bet better,” exclaimed Faith who was wearing a red bikini with the word ‘hot’ labeled on her ass.

“I’m putting down on Spike’s also,” Shane said, her maroon and black swimming attire closely matching Willow’s.

“Guys no betting . We’re just taking things slow for now. We’re getting to know each other,” Willow mimicked the blondes words from the night before.

“Yeah and Tara’s gonna get to know your crotch a whole lot better,” laughed Xander before Willow punched him in the chest.

“Well guys, lets start the bet,” said Faith as she directed all their attention to the three blondes that were walking towards them.

“Remember Will, no touching. You’re just friends,” Xander whispered to Willow as he saw the expression that washed over her face when she saw Tara in her dark blue one piece swimsuit.

“Ya touching,” she said not paying attention to Xander.

“Hey guys!” said Buffy as she made her way to the group of friends.

“Hey,” came the replies.

“Where’d you park your car?” asked Xander, fixing his swim trunks as he stood up.

“Near the snack shack said Anya,” pointing to a little food stand a few yards away.

“Yeah, you might want to move that closer if your staying for the bonfire?” said Xander as he walked over to Anya. “I could uhh … escort you to your car to make sure you get there alright,” said the male with a cocky grin.

“Do you mean?” Anya asked in a giddy voice as she bounced lightly up an down.

“Oh yea,” he said as he grabbed her hand an dragged her to her car.

“Aannnd their off,” snickered Faith standing up, brushing the sand of her legs an bottom.

“We should have made a bet for them,” Shane said, a smile etching its way across her face.

“Hey I was just on my way to go get drinks, you wanna come with me?” Willow asked Tara as she got up from her beach chair.

“Sure,” Tara replied as they both headed of to the refreshment stand leaving Faith, Spike, Shane, and Buffy behind.

“Well I’m gonna go find some hotties.” Faith said as she stood up from her own chair. “Shane you wanna come?”

Shane looked to the bleach blonde sitting to her left then to the platinum blonde standing shyly to her right. “Oh hell yes,” she replied quickly as she shot to her feet. “Later,” she said as the duo made their way down the beach.

“So blondie hav …”

“The names Buffy,” Buffy retorted not liking being called blondie.

“Alright. So Buffy, have you ever surfed before?” questioned Spike as he rubbed sex wax on his surfboard.

“No, but I always wanted to,” she replied.

“Well today’s your lucky day. Come on, I’m gonna show you,” Spike stood up with his board before extending his hand out to Buffy. “Grab Will’s board there an lets go.”

Zampsa1975 · **Posted:** Wed Jun 02, 2010 2:44 am

Yay for good update-y goodness... I truly hope that Tara very soon corrects Willow's attitude...

crushdisaster1104 · **Posted:** Wed Jun 02, 2010 4:01 pm

great fic, Bad Willow is always so interesting 2 read. wonder what Buffy+Anya r up 2??? its gonna b great when Willow gets some smoochies from Tara and realizes her Taras gonna b way more than just a bag+tag. CANT WAIT 4 THE NXT UPDATE, KEEPUP THE GOOD WORK!!!!! :pray

wickedaddiction · **Joined:** Thu Apr 19, 2007 1:17 pm **Posts:** 78

Oh man this is totally awesome. I like how you've entwined Shane into the Buffy verse and made her apart of the badass group. I can totally she her as one too. This last chapter was great and if I read it right (which I think I did) I like how you're starting to enter other L word Characters into the story as well.

Quote:

[blockquote]“Hey Red, do you remember that smokin’ hot chick from last night?” Shane asked as she walked over to the small blue cooler to pull out the last sprit can.

“You got to be a little more specific then that,” smirked Willow as she flipped absentmindedly through ’Trash Pit’ magazine “They all had their tits in my face.”

“The brunette chick in the back,” Shane clarified as she walked back to her seat, snapping open the can in the process. “The deejay.”

“Ah yeah, Carmen,” Willow smiled as she lowered the US based band magazine. [/blockquote]

This part was great, Carmen being a DJ at a strip club, I couldn't stop laughing. I also like Tara's father a lot better in this story. He's not the regular old asshole like he normally is other fics.

Please continue with this story, I absolutely love it. Can't wait for the next update... and for more L words characters to start showing up. Keep up the good work. :peace

*WILLOW* · **Joined:** Sun Mar 15, 2009 4:02 pm **Posts:** 70

I cant believe I missed this update somehow! So great. Mr Maclay is s nice in this story compared to your other one (and many others on this board) I to like how the L word charachters are in this story, Hopefully Max or Alice will make an appearance soon!!! Keep up the great work I am liking this quite a lot. :blush

Please update soooon :pray

mmmh-Hot-Sauce · **Posted:** Sat Jun 12, 2010 6:41 pm

Zampsa1975 : I don't know if it will be very soon, but some attitude adjustment will be in order. Thanks for reading. :peace

crushdisaster1104 : I totally agree, bad Willow is always interesting to read about. As for Buffy and Anya, I can't tell ya. It's a secret. :sh

Next update coming soon. Thanks for reading and replying. Hope to hear from you again.

Wickedaddiction : I'm glad that you're liking Shane in this story as part of the "badass group" And yep, you read it right. Other characters from the L word will soon be entering into the story to join in on the fun. And yay for the strip club part making you laugh. :pinky

Thanks for reading and feed-backing.

*WILLOW* : :smash

Bad you for missing an update. I'm glad you are likeing the progression of the story so far. As stated above, more L word characters will be entering into the story to join in on the fun. Whether it be, cameos/appearances/walk-on's or what have you, but I hadn't intended on putting Max into the fic. I might be able to change some things around and have her show up for a bit. ;-)

As always, thanks for reading and leaving feedback. It means a lot. I am hoping to have the next chapter up and running by Monday at the latest. Night all :peace

mmmh-Hot-Sauce · **Posted:** Mon Jun 14, 2010 8:22 am

As promised. :peace

Title: How I Met My Lover
Author: Vanessa
Rating: PG-13/R/NC-17
Disclaimer: The idea was mine but part of it comes from How I Met Your Mother along with the title. The charaters come from both BTVS and The L Word.
Feedback: Yes, please, if you want to. Don't be afraid to be harsh if it/I needs it.
Summary 1: This is a story which starts out being told from Willow POV. It takes place in highschool and the group of btvs and tlw characters are split up.
Summary 2:What if nothing is what it seems and everything is a game inside of a game.
Notes: Italics/bold is what WIllow is saying to you.
Note 2: I am currently revising this story so it is different then the one that was published on the "Looking Glass."

Chapter 7

***

“So do you and your friends come here a lot?” asked Tara as she stood in line besides Willow.

“Pretty much every Saturday. We come here to surf then make a bonfire at night,” Willow said as she took a step forward in the line. “Which reminds me, you guys should definitely stay for the bonfire.”

“Umm, well that depends,” Tara said with a cheeky smile. “Will I be sitting next to a feisty little redhead.”

“Well would that feisty little redhead be me?” asked Willow taking a step closer to Tara.

Tara, unable to say anything with Willow so close to her shook her head yes, effectively bringing her face and the redheads closer together. Just as their lips where mere millimeters apart, their breaths tickling each others lips, the woman standing behind the refreshment counter asked them what they wanted. Pulling away from Tara with a sheepish grin Willow turned to the well built teen with chin length brown hair.

“H-hey, Tara, you look nice,” said the girl meekly as she casted the blonde a shy half smile.

“Thanks Max,” Tara said brightly, a warm smile living up her face.

“Yeah, thanks Max,” Willow said dryly as she stared pointedly at the brunette, her right eyebrow raising upwards as if to dare the other women to say anything else. “Why don’t you get us two waters, a Doctor Pepper, a Root-beer,” turning to Tara “what do you want?”

“Um a water please.” Tara said to Max, a quick half smile crossing her face in an attempt of an apology.

“Sure,” Max said with a cheeky smile as she grabbed another ice cold water bottle out of the cooler. “Anything else?“

“Yeah, I also need two Sprites and two Cokes,” Willow said briskly, not liking the fact that Moira, also known as Max, was hitting on Tara right in front of her.

“Wow, good thing I came with you. Otherwise you would have never been able to carry all of this back,” Tara laughed, trying to ease the tension that was slowly brewing.

“Okay, your total comes to nineteen fifty,” said the edgy teen as she finished ringing up the items into the register.

Willow handed the fellow high-schooler a wrinkled up twenty dollar bill as she started collecting her drinks. She handed over Tara’s water bottle, before wrapping her arms around the rest of the frigid beverages.

“Woe, and where did you hide that?” said Tara in amusement not remembering Willow holding money in her hands as she grabbed the offered water.

Wiggling her eyebrows, Willow smirked at the blonde, “wouldn’t you like to know.”

“Here you go Willow. Your change is fifty cents,” exclaimed Max as she held out her right hand, the two quarters pinched between her thumb and pointer finger.

Staring disdainfully at the slightly taller brunette, “ Why, don’t you keep it Moira,” she said with a smirk before walking away.

***

When they got back to the patch of sand that was covered with towels that they marked as their spot, Willow and Tara sat down and started talking about anything that came to mind. Around two o’clock Xander made his way back to the beach.

“Oh wow, who caught the lobster?” Xander joked when he saw how red his friend was. Around the same time Xander made his joke, Spike and Buffy walked up to the small group, their surf boards gripped snuggly under their arms.

“See, this is why we call you red.” Spike quipped in sardonically.

“Oh gosh you guys are so funny,” Willow said sarcastically, obviously hearing these jokes many times before.

“Well, who’s hungry?” asked Xander as he placed a few boxes of pizza in front of the group. Everybody raised their hands. “Good cause it took me forever to convince Anya not to get anchovies.” As soon as that was said Anya made her way to the group with a stack of paper plates and napkins in her hands.

“Thanks for that,” said Buffy as she pulled a slice of plain pizza out of the box. “We always have to talk her out of getting anchovies.”

“No problem,” Xander mumbled through a mouth full of pepperoni.

“But I love anchovies,” pouted Anya as she plopped unceremoniously into one of the beach chairs.

“I know you do snook’ems,” Xander said, wiggling his nose against the blondes.

“Oh bloody hell. Somebody change the soddin’ subject and fast,”

“O’ my god Tara, did you see me out there!” Buffy asked excitedly only taking a break from her rapid speech to take a long drink from her hot coke. “I rode a surf board! Well kinda, Spike was helping me. He’s really good.” At the praise from the blonde besides him, Spike proudly puffed out his well chiseled chest.

“Geez Buffy, don’t encourage him,” said Willow with a role of her eyes as she flicked off a black olive from her own pizza.

“Well we’re gonna go back out there. Call us when you get ready to do the bon fire. Bye guys.” Quickly Buffy ran back into the water, her borrowed surfboard half dragging behind her. Spike nodded his head at the crowd before following Buffy into the water in a much more sedated pace.

“Wow Willow, you really are red,” said Tara in amazement as she ran her eyes over the redheads torso. “Maybe we should get a umbrella. I don’t want you to get burned anymore then you already are.”

“There’s really no point in an umbrella know. But, would you mind rubbings some sun tan lotion on me please,” Willow said cryptically.

“Sure.” Tara said with a small smile as she grabbed Willow’s plate, placing it on top of her own before tossing them inside an empty pizza box.

When Willow rolled over onto her stomach Tara swiftly straddled Willow’s lower back and started rubbing lotion onto her shoulders. Willow was trying hard not to moan but the feeling of Tara straddling her back and her warm hands rubbing lotion all over her skin was slowly driving her crazy. Deciding it was times to move this game along, Willow swiftly turned over onto her back, effectively causing Tara to straddle her stomach.

“Hey,” Willow said in a sexy voice. “Do you come here often?” Tara laughed lightly, continuing to rub lotion on Willow’s arms. Lifting her hand Willow pushed a strand of blonde hair that fell in front of Tara’s face behind her ear. Slowly she cupped the back of Tara’s head and gently brought it down to her lips. Just as they both think their going to share their first kiss a half empty water bottle hits Willow in the side of the face.

“Willow!” shouted someone.

“What!” Willow shot straight up, almost knocking Tara over. ‘Sorry’ she mouthed to the blonde as they untangled themselves from each others grip.

“Stop groping each other! We’re trying to eat here,” laughed Xander as he lightly chucked a crushed sprite soda can at his friend.

“Ahh fuck you Xander, nobody complains when you stick your camel tongue down your flunkies through… no offense,” she directed the last part to Anya.

“Hey at least we have enough decency to go to the car,” protested Xander in outrage.

“That’s not decency, that’s just you liking the feel of leather on your bare ass,” Willow disputed back as she grabbed the crushed can, preparing to throw it back at the young man.

“Oh an you don’t?” objected the male.

“I never said I didn’t, but when I do wanna feel leather…. I wouldn’t settle for pleather from the back seat of a car.” She let loose with a wicked smile.

“We didn’t settle, Xander’s just having a hard time finding leather pants that fit,” Anya added in.

“Anya!” Xander screeched.

“And with that said” smirked the redhead as she gave Tara’s hand a squeeze. “We’re going to go find wood for the fire.” the pair got up and walked away from the flabbergasted male.

***

“Is this good?” Tara shouted to Willow, she held up a dried chunk of kindling so the redhead a few yards away could see.

“Yep,” Willow shouted back in a bored tone, not looking up. ‘God she can not get any more fucking dull!’ she rolled her eyes. She forced a ersatz smile across her face as she crossed the beach to stand next to Tara. ‘Alright Willow turn up the charm.’

“So um… I wanted to apolagize for before. You know with the whole uhh…turning and almost kissing thing.” Willow said, fumbling over her words.

Tara dropped her armload of timber, and sat down facing the oceans calming tide. “It’s alright,” she said in a soft whisper. “ I just wished we didn’t get interrupted,” Tara added with a demure smile as she patted the spot next to her.

“O’ is that right,” said Willow getting on her hands and knees, crawling over to Tara.

Tara gulped when she saw Willow crawl to her. The blonde desperately tried not to look down Willow’s top but found it rather hard.

“So Miss. Maclay would you like to try this again?” Willow asked seductively as she ran her eyes over the other women’s form.

“Yeah,” Tara squeaked out.

“Good,” Willow exclaimed as she crawled onto Tara’s lap. She rapped her arms around the blondes neck, locking them at the wrists. Tara gently placed her hands on the redheads back, lightly stroking the creamy skin. Lowering her head, Willow delicately kissed the blondes neck then jawbone. As she was about to kiss the blondes luxuriously plump lips a very familiar female voice was heard from a relatively close distance.

“Hey you hound dogs, save it for the bedroom!”

Willow flopped over on the sand, smacking her head on the ground while muttering, “Jesus Christ in hair curlers. It’s never gonna make it to the bedroom cause fait likes to screw with me and not in a good way.”

Tara catching some of what Willow said leaned over and kissed her on the ear. Giving her a sad smile before turning her attention back to the newcomer.

“Faith, what do you want?” Willow asked as she jumped up from the sand.

“I wanted to see how the bonfire was coming along,” said Faith with a leery grin.

“How does it look like its coming along?” gnashed Willow.

“Obviously very good,” laughed the brunette as she looked over Willow’s shoulder to spot the blonde who was still siting on the ground. “Well, I’ll just be taking these,’ said Faith as she brushed past Willow to pick up the fire wood. “And I’ll be leaving you two crazy kids alone.”

“Thanks Faith,” Willow said with a fake smile.

“Oh and Will.” Faith said as an afterthought, turning back around to look at the apathetic redhead.

“Yeah?” She asked back, her voice completely monotone.

“Jenny was looking for you, so I told here you would meet her tomorrow around noon,” Faith said with a cheeky grin as she walked backwards towards the groups towels and beach chairs.

“What! Why?” Questioned a distressed redhead.

“I don’t know, I didn’t ask her. That chick isn’t playing with a full deck and I know you know what I mean,” the brunette laughed as she spun back around.

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Zampsa1975 · **Posted:** Mon Jun 14, 2010 8:44 am

Yay for good update-y goodness... I guess the rest are delibrately interrupting Willow and Tara... I hope Willow very soon figures out the benefits of having Tara as a girlfriend rather than as a disposable fucktoy...

crushdisaster1104 · **Posted:** Tue Jun 15, 2010 9:34 am

Great update...poor Willows all flustered, just as she's closing in BAM some1 mucks up her mojo. Cant wait 4 the next update or that all important 1st kiss!!!!!! ;-)

cantiemedown · **Posted:** Tue Jun 15, 2010 6:47 pm

I missed one or 2 updates... But I'm surprised willow is still all bag-n-tag with tara... The first kiss will prolly change that... I really can't wait till u put carmen in the story for real... And did u write a chap. On the strip cluband I just can't remember it? Or did u just imply it with memories? Just wondering... But max def. Shoulda been male gender classified being f2m trans man that he is... But anywho... Bring carmen and molly... The more the merrier lol

wickedaddiction · **Joined:** Thu Apr 19, 2007 1:17 pm **Posts:** 78

Woo this chapter was totally awesome, you put both Max and Jenny into it!!!

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“Jenny was looking for you, so I told here you would meet her tomorrow around noon,” Faith said with a cheeky grin as she walked backwards towards the groups towels and beach chairs.

“What! Why?” Questioned a distressed redhead.

“I don’t know, I didn’t ask her. That chick isn’t playing with a full deck and I know you know what I mean,” the brunette laughed as she spun back around.

Hahah this part made me laugh like crazy. JS never was one for sanity. =D Also, I can't believe Willows still being such a bitch. I wonder how long she's/you're going to keep that up for. And I agree with cantiemedown bring in more characters ... "the more the merrier"

crushdisaster1104 · **Posted:** Thu Jul 01, 2010 2:18 pm

R WE GOING 2 B BLESSED W ANOTHER UPDATE ANYTIME SOON?!? DONT MEAN 2 B :impatient

, BUT IM HAVING WITHDRAWLS OVER HERE ;-)

. HOPE 2 READ SOME NEW STUFF SOON :pray

mmmh-Hot-Sauce · **Posted:** Fri Jul 23, 2010 7:05 pm

Zampsa1975: I won't say they are deliberately trying to interrupt W/T it's more that they have bad timing. Thanks for feedbacking =)

Crushdisaster1104: Thanks so much for your feedback. And don't worry, the first kiss is coming up shortly... as in the next chapter. ;-)

Cantiemedown: There wasn't a chapter on the strip club just a brief mention of Shane and Willow going to one in the begging of the last chapter and talking about Carmen. As for Max, I think I'm going to keep her as a very masculine women (who prefers to be called Max of course) for the time being since she is in high school and around 17-18 years old. Thanks for your feedback. :peace

Wickedaddiction: I'm glad that you enjoyed the chapter. As for Willow's addituted only time (and more chapters) will improve it.

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And I agree with cantiemedown bring in more characters ... "the more the merrier"

Don't worry, more L word Character's will be entering soon.

Crushdisaster1104:

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R WE GOING 2 B BLESSED W ANOTHER UPDATE ANYTIME SOON?!?

Of course! In fact, I have another chapter all set to go. :peace

mmmh-Hot-Sauce · **Posted:** Fri Jul 23, 2010 7:12 pm

Title: How I Met My Lover
Author: Vanessa
Rating: PG-13/R/NC-17
Disclaimer: The idea was mine but part of it comes from How I Met Your Mother along with the title. The charaters come from both BTVS and The L Word.
Feedback: Yes, please, if you want to. Don't be afraid to be harsh if it/I needs it.
Summary 1: This is a story which starts out being told from Willow POV. It takes place in highschool and the group of btvs and tlw characters are split up.
Summary 2:What if nothing is what it seems and everything is a game inside of a game.
Notes: Italics/bold is what WIllow is saying to you.
Note 2: I am currently revising this story so it is different then the one that was published on the "Looking Glass."

Chapter 8

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“No, it’s impossible, you can’t do it!” Faith yelled in aggravation.

“Nothing‘s impossible, I’m gonna do it.” Xander said back as he unwrapped a package of saltine crackers.

“Dude, you’re going to choke,” snickered Shane as she took a sip of the Dos Equis gripped loosely in her hand.

“Let him choke, maybe he will finally learn,” grumbled Spike as he tossed another log onto the flickering fire pit.

“Not gonna happen,” Xander persisted with a smile. Removing seven of the square crackers from there wrapping, he turned his attention back to the group. “Who’s gonna time me?”

“Okay, I’ll time you,” Buffy chirped in as she twisted her watch around to get a better view of the face. “Get ready, set…go!”

“He’s gonna choke,” Faith said with a shake of her head as she reached behind her chair for the cooler, extracting two ice cold beers.

“Totally,” laughed Shane as she accepted the beer Faith was handing her. “Willow. Opener?” She held her hand out for the metal bottle opener, waiting for the redhead to toss it to her.

“Homost, ot it,” Xander shouted around a mouth full of dried , chewed crackers bits, sending pieces of the flay crisp wafer to project across the fire pit.

“Ten seconds left!” Buffy shouted excitedly as she looked up from her watch to Xander’s face where he was using two fingers to help push the cracker’s down his throat. “Time’s up.”

“Told you it’s impossible to eat seven saltine cracker’s in one minute,” Faith said with a satisfied smirk as she watched Xander try to swallow the abundant amount of crackers in his mouth.

“Want some beer to help wash it down?” Anya asked from besides Xander, as she rubbed her left hand up and down his back in a comforting motion.

He shook his head no before cough’s starting racking his body. His chest heaved up and down viciously before fragments of soggy crackers came spewing out of his mouth, flying towards where Faith and Shane were sitting.

“Fucking hell Xander!” Shane yelled at the brown haired boy as she wiped salivated cracker bits off of her pants.

Before Faith could say anything herself or react completely, she watched as he let his mouth hang open and the ball of yellow wheat plop out of his mouth. “That’s fucking gross,” she said with disgust, her face twisted together in complete repulsion.

“Hey you wanna go for a walk?” Willow whispered into Tara‘s ear after witnessing Xander‘s rather discussing approach to getting rid of his mouthful of saltine crackers. She watched all she could of Xander being an ass and really needed to get away from her friends for a while.

“Sure,” said Tara, getting up from next to the fire.

“We’ll be back guy’s,” Willow said to the group as she stood up also.

Nothing but grunts and a few feeble waves was her response as the friends continued to guzzle beer and chat aimlessly.

“Were are we going?” asked Tara as she followed instep beside‘s the redhead.

“Away from the fire,” replied the redhead as she took the blondes hand in her own. “I want to look at the stars.” She guided the blonde down the beach for a few yards before finding a place she liked. “Here’s a good spot.” Pulling off her baggy sweatshirt, Willow plopped down on the sand, balling it up behind her as a pillow.

Quickly the blonde laid down near the redhead. Her body touching the smaller womens as they shared the sweatshirt-pillow. “Do you do this a lot?” Tara asked as she turned her head to look at the guitarist next to her.

“Sorta,” Willow said as she rolled onto her side. “Sometime’s they… they remind me of things.”

“Oh yeah, like what?” asked Tara, also rolling on her side to look into Willow’s green eyes.

“Well for the last few days, I’ve been comparing the stars to these increably beautiful things.” Willow said in a near whisper as she held eye contact with the blonde.

‘Ugh gag me!’

“Oh? And what are these increadably beautiful things?” teased the blonde, leaning forward.

‘Say it! Don’t fucking pussy out! Say it.’

“Your eye’s,” Willow whispered. A second hadn’t even passed before Willow found herself on her back with the blonde leaning over her with a sexy grin.

“You Miss. Rosenberg, I must say, are a very smooth talker.” Tara replied back in a sultry tone as a smoldering smile lit up her face that would set any normal heart on fire.

“I’m just telling the truth,” replied the guitarist with a grin. “Your eye’s shine like the brightest star on the darkest night,” stroking the blondes face lovingly Willow slowly lifted her head up, gently brushing her lips on the fuller ones above her. Ever so gently their lips started to move against one another.

“Wow, this is a first. Willow Rosenberg is actually on bottom.” pulling apart, both Willow and Tara looked at the intruder.

“Cordellia, what the hell do you want?” snapped Willow. “Can’t you see we’re busy.”

“Well get busy with someone else,” snapped back the chearleader. “That’s what your good at!” Turning her attention to the blonde, “your dad called me. He couldn’t get ahold of you so he asked me to find you.”

“Well you found her, know go,” growled the redhead as she rolled out from underneath the blonde.

“Eat me, Rosenbush,” mocked Cordiellia.

“No thanks, don’t feel like getting herpes.” said Willow, standing up to be face to face with the brunette. “Know leave before I break your nose,” stated the guitarist, clenching her fist in rage.

“You coming Tara?” asked the cheerleader.

“Umm…” Tara faltered, not knowing whether to go with the caption of the cheerleading team who can ultimately destroy her reputation in on minute, or the girl she was starting to like.

“I’m taking her home. Know why don’t you and your little friends get back to your gang bang and leave us alone.”

Cordellia just stared at the redhead with an annoyed look on her face before huffing and storming off to her car which occupied some of her cheerleading friends.

‘Shit… why don’t I learn from past mistakes and not mess with a Chase? I’m such a dumb fuck!‘

“Sorry about that,” said Willow as she sat back down on the damp sand next to the shocked blonde. “It’s late why don’t I get you home.”

“You don’t have to. I could ask Anya for a ride or uh just walk.” Tara said meekly.

“No really, I insist. Plus I don’t want you walking alone at night, especially in SunnyDale. There’s a lot of weirdo’s here,” standing up again she offered her hand down to the blonde to pull her up.

Silently the two made their way across the beach and to Willow’s rustic Camero that was parked on the opposite side of the street.[/i]

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