It’s time for another challenge! It’s been about 5 weeks since posting the last one, so I figured it’s about time to get moving on the next.

BTW, the second and third fic challenges are still open! So if you want to honor JustSkipIt and have W and T switch places or have W and T go on a date while Buffy acts Anya-esque…. go right ahead...just post it to the other threads. But, be aware…. the second challenge will be closing soon. So get writing if you want in on that one.

The required elements for this fic challenge are as follows:

1. SMUT SMUT SMUT!!! R or NC-17 ratings. [br]
2. An electric toothbrush must appear somewhere in the story. Your choice of toothbrush, your choice of how it’s used. (Thanks to watson for that idea…don’t ask) [br]
3. A sparkly pink thong must appear somewhere in the story. Be creative…have some fun with this one. [br]
4. Willow and Tara should engage in “coded” naughty talk while in the presence of others. Giles MUST be present—and aware of what Willow and Tara are doing. (I foresee many instances of Giles cleaning his eyeglasses.) [br]
5. And now comes the “hard part” -- Tara or Willow must use one of the following phrases: (A) “Sneaking out on silent thighs which were spent and sore from the hot nights which came before.” (B) “Pale purple nipples." (C) “Save a tree – eat a beaver!” The first two are lyrics from Ani DiFranco songs. The third is a saying on a tshirt (thanks for telling me about that, Cam). You only have to use ONE of those phrases. And you do NOT need to quote or make reference to DiFranco or her music w/in your fic. DISCLAIMER: Ani DiFranco's lyrics are her property and her property alone. We, the Kittens, do not intend any infringement nor do we receive monetary compensation. We are just poor fans.[br]
6. The fic must be completed in one posting -- it can be as long as you wish/need it to be, but you must have it done with one posting. Okay...if it's so long that you need to have two postings, that's fine, too. But they MUST be consecutive posts...like, one immediately after the other. No "updates" on this thread.

That's pretty much it, Kittens. Again, this is meant to be fun -- light and fluffy is the goal. There should be minimal to no angst. [br]
If you have any questions or need clarification, feel free to contact me.

Carleen

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Ani Difranco! Ani Difranco! Ani Difranco!! Wooo Hoooooooo!! (I think I'm slightly obsessed)

xoxo
Emms

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G Wing

Okay, I will take up the gauntlet. This is my first smut ever, yikes.

Title: Sonicare
Author: SallyMcFine
Rating: R
Summary: the gang takes a break from saving the world to visit a very special art exhibit
Disclaimer: They ain’t mine
Notes: I was unsure if the phrase had to be in the context of the naughty talk, or if it could just be a phrase used anytime, so I opted for the latter. Hope that’s okay.

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“Truly, I don’t understand why I had to come along on this outing,” Giles commented as the group paid the entry fee at the Sunnydale Museum of Art.

“You just don’t have any appreciation for women,” Anya stated. “Typical male chauvinist.”

“On the contrary, Anya, I have the deepest respect for the sacred feminine. The most powerful witches and slayers have always been women – the energy they bring from their innate creative force within gives them a depth of understanding that men are not always able to match. But this particular exhibit seems less about the mystical energy that women bring to the magical arts, than it is about, er…”

“Sex?” offered Buffy, paging through the brochure that outlined the exhibit, titled ‘The Moist Well: A Journey Downward Into the Feminine Mystique.’

“Uh, yes, quite so,” Giles fumbled for his glasses.

Willow spoke. “Well, Tara and I really wanted to see this exhibit and we’re very glad you all came along. It’s been too much gloom and doom lately with all the vamps and demons and the ending of the world and everything. And after we see the exhibit, we can all have lunch in the Art Cafe!”

The lobby of the Sunnydale Museum of Art was spacious and bright. The walls towered up to merge in a glass dome about forty feet above floor level. Colored mobiles dangled from supporting wires strung between opposite walls that swayed gently in the breeze from the air conditioning.

“Mmmm, lunch,” commented Xander.

Tara glided over to Willow’s side and snaked her arm around the redhead’s narrow waist. “Let’s get so see some art, sweetie,” she said, releasing the girl as she led the way. She turned her head with a significant look at her girlfriend and stretched her arms above her head.

To the casual observer it appeared as if Tara was simply stretching, but Willow gaze was drawn to the small of her back where Tara’s shirt rode up slightly above the waistband of her skirt, revealing a strip of creamy white flesh. Peeping above the waistband was a hint of sparkling pink.

Willow blinked. Sexy panties? She wore the pink thong today? Usually Tara wore more utilitarian undergarments and only dressed in more exotic lingerie on special occasions. Confused but intrigued, the redhead followed her girlfriend through the archway that led to the exhibit hall.

In contrast to the lobby, the exhibit hall was dimly lit. Translucent burgundy sheets had been stretched over the windows, and the room’s natural light bulbs had been replaced with red bulbs, which cast the room in a soft red glow. Floodlights illuminated a series of paintings on the walls and some sculptures that dotted the middle of the room.

“Why is it so dark?” Xander asked.

“Mood lighting?” Buffy offered.

“Clearly the intent is to make you feel like you’re inside a vagina,” Anya said.

Giles sighed and reached again for his glasses, so recently replaced on the bridge of his nose.

“Look at this one.” Willow indicated a painting that was to their right. “Pale purple nipples,” she read from the small card underneath. “Isn’t it beautiful, Tare?”

“Yes, look at the detail of the areola!” Tara agreed. “Although I’ve never seen any that are quite that color. Yours are definitely more of a pink, and sometimes red when…”

“Um, yes, very good,” Giles interrupted. “Do you think we might refrain from commenting on our personal experiences as we view these works of art?”

“Oh, sorry, Giles,” Tara apologized. “No more private information, I promise.” She moved over to join Anya, Xander, and Buffy.

The three were inspecting a painting entitled “Amazon study in periwinkle.” The painting was a monochromatic study in various tones of purplish-blue and depicted a forest. Between the tree trunks were ethereal women-figures intertwined in various stages of frenzied copulation.

“It’s amazing how the artist manages to depict such a range of motion with only one color,” commented Anya.

Tara walked up behind Willow, encircled the redhead’s waist with both of her arms, and murmured into her ear “I’d like to be alone in a forest with you right now.” She pressed her stomach and breasts against her girlfriend’s back and breathed lightly on the back of Willow’s neck.

Willow swallowed as her body instantly responded to Tara’s touch. “Um. Me too, sweetie.” She squirmed slightly, enjoying the contact but conscious of her friends’ presence nearby.

Buffy glanced at the two witches. “Uh, I’m going to go check out the paintings over there,” she indicated the opposite wall.

“We’ll join you,” said Anya, pulling a reluctant Xander along with her.

“Harrumph,” said Giles, not even attempting to make an excuse as he walked away to look at the sculpture in the middle of the room.

Tara didn’t release Willow, and instead began to lightly gyrate her hips against the redhead’s buttocks, stroking her stomach in time with the motion of her hips.

“Um, Tare?” asked Willow, whose breathing was beginning to speed up. “Not that I mind, but what’s gotten into you? You seem insatiable today. First when we woke up, then in the shower, and now here in the art museum?”

Tara nipped lightly at the skin where Willow’s neck met her shoulder. “Perhaps I just find you irresistible,” she said. Her hands traveled up Willow’s stomach, her fingers slowly working their way under the hem of the redhead’s shirt.

“Um, whoa!” Willow said half-alarmedly, half-regretfully, twisting around out of Tara’s grasp to face her girlfriend. “Again – not that I mind, but I definitely don’t think that here in the museum is the best place for this.” She cast a glance around the exhibit hall, which was not crowded, but also not empty.

“Come on – let’s go see the sculpture Giles was just looking at,” Willow led Tara away from the periwinkle painting over to the sculpture.

‘Sonicare’ was a small white plaster statue of a woman half-standing, half leaning against a counter-like structure with her head thrown back. Her mouth was open, her eyes closed, and her arms were bracing her body on either side, hands grasping the counter. Her legs were spread open wide and her hips were thrust forward slightly.

Between her legs was an electric toothbrush with the bristles positioned directly atop the juncture of her legs. The toothbrush emitted a low, steady “Bzzzzzzzzzzz” as it vibrated on the plaster. The bristles touched the statue, and minute amounts of plaster dust fell from the point of contact to join a small but growing pile beneath the statue’s legs.

“Huh,” said Willow, momentarily at a loss for words.

“Well, I can see why Giles didn’t stay to look at this one for long,” said Tara with a mischievous smile. She looked at Willow from underneath her eyelashes, allowing her hair to fall slightly over her face.

“Baby, you know how it drives me crazy when you look at me like that,” Willow said. “Urgh, why are you doing this to me here?”

“I think it was the astral projection I did last night trying to help Buffy find that vampire who got away,” Tara said. “The longest I ever projected for before was 20 minutes, and I think that being out of my body for a couple of hours really heightened my, you know, appetite?”

“Did somebody say food?” asked Xander as he, Anya, and Buffy rejoined Willow and Tara, followed by Giles, who watched the witches warily.

“Yeah, we were just saying that we’re ready for lunch,” Willow improvised. “And it’s probably a good idea to get you out of this exhibit, the state you’re in,” she whispered to her girlfriend.

The Scoobies navigated the short walk out of the exhibit hall and down the staircase to the Art Café. They took their seats around a large round table in the middle of the cafe.

“If you all want to tell me what you want, I’ll go order for us,” Xander offered.

“Thanks, honey!” Anya replied. “Roast beef wrap for me, please.”

“Sure,” he replied. “Giles? Buffy? Will? Tara?”

“Turkey club, no mayonnaise. Thank you.”

“Ham and cheese.”

“Greek salad, with the dressing on the side.”

“I’d like a chicken breast sandwich,” Tara said, reaching under the table and resting her hand on Willow’s leg.

Willow sat up very straight in her chair as Tara hand began a gentle massage along her inner thigh. “Um, how did everyone like the exhibit?” she asked, her voice slightly higher than normal.

Buffy didn’t seem to notice anything out of the ordinary. “It was pretty good. Some of those paintings were pretty graphic. It was kind of a girl power day.”

Tara’s hand paused, and when Buffy said ‘girl power’ she moved her hand over to the juncture of Willow’s thighs, brushing up lightly against the material of her girlfriend’s pants. Willow stifled a gasp, and reached into her lap to firmly entwine Tara’s wandering fingers with her own.

Giles leveled a stern glance at Tara and commented “I was actually pleasantly surprised by some of the works. I believe that one of the artists must be an adherent of one of the early cults of Demeter. Interspersed among the more, er, tantric representations were some definite earth mother symbols representing fertility and the blessings for a good harvest.”

Anya said “Well, I liked it too. I’m all for the free expression of human sexuality. Too often you humans are so twisted up and tangled about it. It was refreshing to see so much freedom.”

Tara cleared her throat. “You know,” she began, “I-I think I need to excuse myself to go brush my teeth.”

“Brush your teeth?” Willow echoed, confused. Tara gave her a meaningful glance, and momentarily dropped her eyes down to Willow’s lap, where their joined hands lay.

Comprehension dawned on the redhead’s face. “Oh, right! Brush your teeth! Definitely, you need to do that. Dental hygiene is really important. Not good to let the plaque build up. Then it turns into tartar and your dentist needs to scrape it off with that metal thing, and ow.” She crossed her legs.

Xander returned to the table carrying a tray of drinks. “You’re going to brush your teeth now?” he said. “Before we eat?”

“Yeah,” said Tara, gathering up her purse. “I think I need to floss, too. My dentist told me that flossing is important.”

Willow grinned. “Well, you’ve only brushed twice so far today, so I think that before lunch gets here, you should definitely get in a third…brushing. I think that I should, too, come to think of it.”

Buffy waved away their comments. “Whatever, guys, just be quick about it. Our food will be here soon.”

“Oh, we’ll be fast,” Tara promised as they stood up and pushed in their chairs.

Giles, the only one who had seen the same statue as Willow and Tara, simultaneously cleared his throat, removed his glasses, crossed and uncrossed his legs, and finally just harrumphed again.

Tara pulled Willow into the bathroom after her and slammed the door. She pinned Willow up against the door and caught her mouth in a deep, hungry kiss.

Willow finally broke the kiss to take a breath. “Mmmm, baby, I love you like this. But are we alone in here?” She glanced backward underneath the stalls. “Okay, coast is clear. Don’t see any shoes. Mmmmm—“ further talk was cut off as Tara once again claimed her lips and thrust her tongue deeply into her girlfriend’s mouth.

Without breaking the kiss, Tara maneuvered them back until she was leaning against the counter with the row of sinks behind her. Her hands roamed over Willow’s back as she kissed the redhead deeply.

Willow again came up for air. “Baby, the door. It only locks with a key and we don’t have one.”

Tara’s cheeks were flushed and her eyes were slightly wild. Willow heard the tumblers inside the locks go *click*. “Taken care of,” Tara said, and lifted herself backward to sit on the counter. She spread her legs and arms, and Willow stepped willingly into Tara’s four-limbed embrace.

Their kisses were deep and only increased in urgency. Willow reached down between them and grasped the top of Tara’s pink thong. She moved her lips down to Tara’s neck, gently sucking first her pulse point and then her collarbone. She began to tug gently on the waistband of the panties, timing her tugs to coincide with each gentle suck on Tara’s neck.

Tara groaned as the motion of the thong caused friction against her nether regions. She thrust her hips forward, but the pressure of her panties was not enough. “Willow, I need you – now,” she said desperately to her girlfriend.

Willow’s eyes darkened as she nodded in response to Tara’s plea. She was surprised, but gratified. Usually Tara preferred a slower pace for their lovemaking, allowing a slow fire to gradually build, but it was clear that what the blonde’s body needed now was quicker release.

Willow reached down under Tara’s long skirt and hooked her fingers around the waistband of the pink thong the blonde wore. She pulled it down over the swell of Tara’s buttocks, and Tara shifted her weight to allow Willow to pull them off completely. Willow tossed the panties aside and pushed up Tara’s skirt to reveal her naked lower body.

Tara gazed at her lover as Willow bent forward to capture her lips in another kiss. Willow slid her tongue into Tara’s mouth at the exact moment as she slid her index finger into Tara’s moist channel. Tara gasped, and Willow withdrew her finger, and replaced it with her middle finger. Once both fingers were lubricated, she entered Tara with both of them.

“Yes, Willow, yes!” Tara hissed as Willow withdrew and inserted her fingers in a slow and steady rhythm.

Willow gazed at her lover, appreciative of the wanton sight before her eyes. Tara’s head was bent back slightly and her eyes were closed, her lips slightly parted. She was bracing herself with both hands behind her on the counter. Her chest rose and fell in time with the steady motion of Willow’s fingers.

The redhead bent her head to Tara’s sex and pressed a kiss there. She ran her tongue along the inside of one of the damp folds, and allowed her tongue to roam all over the inside. Tara’s answering moans encouraged her, and she nuzzled down deeper with her tongue until she found the small, hard bundle of nerves.

Tara’s whimper encouraged Willow to keep her attentions squarely on her clitoris, and she enveloped it with her lips, working her tongue gently around the surface. She penetrated Tara deeply with her fingers and flexed deep inside with her middle finger. She placed her left hand on the lower part of Tara’s belly and massaged in concert with her other hand.

Tara’s thrust her hips forward in time in an erratic series of jerks. “Oh god, Willow, yes!” she moaned. Willow kept up the steady rhythm of fingers thrusting as she worked her tongue more quickly up and down Tara’s clitoris. As she felt the walls of Tara’s channel begin to contract around her fingers and Tara’s hips begin to buck, she pressed more intently with her mouth and lips and abandoned her tongue’s motion for direct sucking.

“Willow, Willow, god, yesssssssss!” Tara cried softly as her orgasm broke over her in waves. The redhead gradually stilled the motion of her fingers and tongue and placed a final kiss on Tara’s spent sex as she raised her head to smile at her lover.

Tara lay back slouched against the mirror with a lazy smile on her face. She opened her arms, and Willow rose to embrace her, burying her face into Tara’s neck.

Tara kissed the top of Willow’s head. “Baby, that was just…” She kissed her head again, at a loss for words. She snaked a hand down to Willow’s hip, and kissed the redhead’s cheek.

Willow turned her head up to capture the blonde’s lips. “You are so beautiful, you know that?” she said.

Tara kissed her. “I love you.”

“I love you too.”

“Is there anything I can do for you?” Tara asked with a mischievous smile, stroking Willow’s hip. Willow’s eyes darkened at the motion of Tara’s hand, and she rocked her hips forward slightly.

“Well, now that you mention it,” Willow began.

Tara slipped her hand down the waistband of Willow’s pants. “Baby, you’re so wet,” she murmured into Willow’s ear as she explored her girlfriend’s damp curls with her fingertips.

“Comes with the territory,” Willow replied, her eyes closed.

“That’s not the only thing that’s going to come in this territory,” Tara said, and scooted forward on the counter to hop down. She kissed the redhead deeply, then rotated around to stand behind Willow. “Uh-uh,” she admonished her girlfriend as Willow tried to turn around too to regain the lost warmth. “You just stay right there.”

Tara kissed the side of Willow’s neck and grasped both her hands with her own. She led her girlfriend’s hands to the counter and placed them on the edge. “Just hang on, baby,” she murmured, and quickly unbuttoned Willow’s pants and unfastened the zipper.

Tara slid her hand back down into Willow’s panties to continue her explorations of the girl’s sex. With her other hand, she reached up the front of Willow’s shirt and cupped her breast gently.

“Tara, baby…” Willow braced herself against the counter as her lover’s explorations hit the right spot.

“Open your eyes, Willow,” Tara murmured into her ear.

Willow opened her eyes to see herself in the mirror, cheeks flushed, with an equally flushed and disheveled Tara standing behind her. Tara’s right arm curled around her waist and her hand was hidden down in Willow’s pants, while Tara’s other arm was under her shirt, pushing her bra away and her fingers finding Willow’s erect nipple.

Willow gazed into her lover’s reflected eyes, which were the deepest blue Willow could ever remember seeing them, as Tara increased the stroking motion of her right hand in Willow’s slippery folds. Her eyes sank closed again and her head bowed forward as Tara’s middle finger brushed over her clitoris.

“Keep them open, baby” Tara admonished, increasing the tempo of the stroking motion of her fingers. Willow raised her head and opened her eyes, albeit only halfway, as she leaned into Tara’s touch. Tara braced her right thigh firmly against Willow’s buttocks as she simultaneously caressed the redhead’s nipple and clitoris.

Willow breathed raggedly as she beheld the scene in the mirror. Tara fluttered her finger more quickly over Willow’s slick clitoris, and the redhead’s knees began to tremble as she felt the first waves of orgasm begin to break over her.

Tara gently kissed the side of her girlfriend’s neck as the spasms tapered off, and pulled the girl firmly into her embrace as she murmured “How are you, baby?”

“Let’s hear it for astral projection,” Willow said weakly.

The two witches stood up and quickly adjusted their clothes and washed their hands. “We’d better get back out there,” Willow said. “They’re going to think we were abducted into another dimension or something.”

Tara cupped Willow’s face in her hands and gave her a lingering kiss that was as tender as the previous ones had been passionate. The lovers smiled at each other as they smoothed their clothes, and Tara released the tumblers of the bathroom door’s lock.

“Took you long enough,” commented Xander when they returned to the table. Their sandwiches awaited them on plates, while the rest of the gang were half-done with their meals.

“Oh, well, you know,” Willow commented, and shoveled a large bite of Greek salad into her mouth. “Mmmgraph,” she continued through a mouthful.

“Don’t talk with your mouth full,” said Anya. “It’s rude. Now excuse me - I’m going to the ladies’ room.”

The girls ate quickly to try to catch up to their companions. They had almost finished by the time Anya returned to the table.

“So how was your bathroom sex?” she asked the two witches brightly.

Willow’s eyes flew open. Tara reddened, but quickly issued a denial. “W-we weren’t having sex, Anya. Jeez.” She shook her head in embarrassment.

“Oh yeah?” said Anya. “Well, then, why is there a sparkly pink thong that says ‘Tara’ draped over the top of the door stall?”

Willow began to stammer out an indignant protest, but quickly hushed when she saw that no one was buying it. Tara’s cheeks were crimson. Xander and Buffy just rolled their eyes.

“Bloody hell,” said Giles. “Truly, I do not understand why I had to come along on this outing.”

THE END

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Yay for the first contribution to the new challenge! WOOT WOOT!!

Thank you so much for playing! This is very exciting.



Okay...THAT was laugh out loud funny. I love it.

Your first smut fic? Well, gotta tell ya, ya did a nice job! VERY nice. I think you've got quite the future ahead of you.



Okay...am I the only person who thinks it's hysterical that Tara has her name on her underwear?

Again, GREAT job! Really liked it.

Carleen

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I stayed up in order to get this done, and tried to hurry in hopes to be first but alas I am too late. (Way to go Sally McFine!) But I'll give you my fic anyways. And since it is way past my bedtime, I'm just going to drop this off, and forgive me if I've left anything out, or messed up any spelling or grammer because I haven't looked it over.

Title: Rummage Sale
Author: wiccanbotanist
Rating: Smutty Goodness
Feedback: Of course!
Disclaimer: Not mine, will never be, oh poor poor pitiful me!
Note: I took the easy way out with phrase choice. You’ll also notice I have fun with scientific names, who knew Latin would be so useful? I’m a nerd, I know, I just can’t help myself. There is also a footnote at the end.
Dedication: This is also dedicated to a very gay male friend of mine, who I laughed very hard at finding out his favourite animal. And also to a straight female friend of mine, who actually dated a guy with a funny nickname.

[center]Rummage Sale[/center]

It all started one night while Tara was home watching Dawn. She insisted the redhead go out with her friends on a fairly regular basis for original Scooby bonding time. The 3 friends were glad to go out, and Buffy was alright with it since Tara was ‘babysitting’ Dawn. In fact Dawn was a senior now and really didn’t need to be babysat. But it gave Tara a chance for her own special Tara and Dawn bonding time.

The two had deep discussions…Dawn could tell Tara anything, and having the opportunity did so. Tara listened with an open, yet adult ear when the young girl asked for advice, but that night the topic of was on more important matters.

“I want to do something.” Dawn had said.

So she and Tara planned, and what started as a clothing and food drive quickly evolved into something much bigger. Dawn had gotten the senior class together and after collecting everyone’s junk they held a rummage sale. Tara even got the new Health Food Co-op involved to set up a booth with fair trade products and food, and a couple of local musicians set up a small stage near the grass. It had become quite the event.

And that is where the gang today found themselves, in the high school parking lot, supporting the Sunnydale High Senior Class with their End Poverty Event**. All proceeds, and left over goods would go to charities in an effort to stop poverty.

Giles, Dawn, Willow and Tara were currently wandering through looking at items.

“This reminds me of the car boot sales I would rummage through in my youth, it was where I purchased a lot of my albums.” Giles commented upon seeing a box of 45s.

“Car boot?” Tara asked.

“That was extremely British there Giles….” Willow commented.

“Yes that was quite, wasn’t it? Sorry I mean car trunk sales.” The British man paused, “That just doesn’t sound right.”

“You were buying stuff from trunks of cars. That is wrong, haven’t you seen the After-School Specials? They only sell drugs and guns out of the trunks of cars.” Dawn commented.

“No actually it was very much like this. People would sell their unwanted items, and they had tables.”

“So you mean like a flea market?” Tara asked, hoping her translation was correct.

“Yes, I supposed that is what you’d call it here.”

Willow began a babble about the origin of the flea market, commenting it wasn’t much better than car boot sale.

The group at this point had made their way to racks of clothing.

“Oh hey Tara, check this out!” Willow held up a white t-shirt, edged on the sleeves and neck with green. On the front, also in green, was a sketch of a beaver gnawing on fallen down tree. In big bold font above the sketch Willow read aloud. “Save a tree! Eat a beaver!”

“Why would Tara want that? She’s a vegetarian.” Dawn asked.

“You are right, plus beaver is her favourite animal.” Willow gave Tara a wink at the comment. Dawn’s back was turned so she missed the gesture, however Giles managed to catch it and suddenly became very very interested in an argyle sweater vest.

“I thought cats were your favourite animal?” asked Dawn turning towards Tara.

“They are.” She told Dawn, trying to ignore the smirk the redhead had since the beginning of this conversation, and the larger smirk brought on by her own comment, while at the same time miraculously keeping her blush away.

Over the years the two had found ways to communicate with each other. Most of the time they were pretty obvious, the gang would catch on and much teasing would ensue. But occasionally comments would slip past. Tara just wasn’t sure if they were not understood or currently being ignored. She saw Giles looking quite intently at the same sweater vest as earlier. She could only assume they were being ignored….

Tara gave a quick glare at the redhead that implied ‘cool it sweetie’ as the redhead replaced the shirt on the rack.

After a bit more wandering around, it came time to eat and the four met up with Buffy, Xander and Anya already sitting around a picnic table.

“So find anything neat?” Buffy asked the group.

“Yeah,” Willow started, “There was this t-shirt….”

But she was interrupted by Anya.

“Oh. I bought an electric toothbrush!” She held it out proudly for all to see.

“Used, eewww that is gross.” Dawn said making a face.

“Actually it is one of those fancy kinds where you can buy new bristle heads, and is rechargeable. Besides it isn’t for brushing.” She turned it on for demonstration. “See it buzzes and it is much cheaper than a….”

There was a slam of Xander’s wallet on the table and his voice interrupting her before she got any further. “Anya, honey, how about you go buy some sodas.” He was finding new ways to keep Anya from going too in depth about their sex life.

The money quickly distracted the brunette who turned off her new toothbrush and headed towards a vendor.

“So, Will, about this t-shirt?” Buffy enquired hoping to quickly forget the last topic.

Willow thought about dropping it, but with Anya gone for the moment, it made it safer.

“It was funny, it just said ‘Save a tree. Eat a beaver.’”

“She wanted to buy it for Tara.” Dawn chimed in.

“I know you are all for saving trees Tara, but I thought you were a vegetarian.” Xander commented.

“That’s what I said!” Dawn quickly squealed.

Willow still had that evil glint in her eye, her mind quite firmly planted in the gutter today. Well if she wants to play that way, Tara thought, then we’ll play.

“I think it is wrong for beavers to be food. In fact there is a rare species of beaver, Castor rubrum, that is definitely off the dinner list if I have my way.”

Willow gulped at the threat, knowing exactly what red beaver was not likely to be eaten. Buffy knew a threat when she heard one but didn’t fully understand the context of it all. Giles got up quickly, excusing himself to help Anya with the sodas, and for the first time in his life wished that he didn’t know Latin. And Xander and Dawn just sat there seeming unaware that anything had taken place.

There was a non-verbal exchange between Willow and Tara at the silent table. The redhead looked across at the blonde hoping to find forgiveness. Tara just quirked her eyebrow, causing Willow to pout. The blonde relented, because who could resist Willow pout. After Willow received her wink she smiled brightly and all was well in the world again.

Anya came back to the silent table, placing the aluminium cans down for people to grab. As she walked behind Buffy she stopped suddenly.

“Buffy have you lost weight?” she asked.

“No, why?”

“Because your jeans don’t fit.”

“What?”

Snap!

“Ow!” Buffy flinched and swatted at the girl behind her.

“What it was pink….and sparkly.” Anya said in her defence as she sat back down at the table.

Tara just shook her head. Xander and Willow started howling with laughter, which got them glares from Buffy.

It was Dawn that noticed that Giles had not come back yet.

“Where’s Giles?”

“He mentioned the loo, and he seemed scared. What did I miss?” questioned Anya.

Payback time for laughing at me, Buffy thought. “Willow was talking about the ‘Save a tree. Eat a beaver’ shirt she was going to get for Tara.”

Panic froze the two witches waiting for what comments Anya would bring to the situation. What she said though, they hadn’t expected.

“Is that kind of like that funny country song ‘Save a horse, ride a cowboy’?” she asked.

“Uh, yeah.” was all Buffy said. The topic had turned to a new band that had started to play just a little ways away.

Willow couldn’t help it though and the thought that crossed her mind was cowgirl which reminded her of the time Tara mentioned she could ride a horse. And to Willow that automatically qualified Tara as a cowgirl.

Tara had the same thought too, cowgirl, which brought up her fantasy of getting Willow to dress up in some tight Wranglers, boots and of course you can’t forget the hat. So despite her earlier comment she realised that she was quite willing to save a tree, and real soon. And seeing the glint in the green eyes staring at her hungrily, she knew what Willow was thinking. The redhead despite her dislike of horses was ready and willing to save one. I wonder if she knows I can lasso…

The two got up from the table without a word to the others, who were all focused on the stage.

“Where you going?” Dawn had to ask before they could make their escape.

“Dawn you should probably get back to work. And Willow and I are going to….” Tara started.

“Yeah Dawnie, you do your part to save the world and Tara and I are going to do ours.” interrupted Willow.

With that the two girls headed back through tables and towards home.

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The witches took the stairs two at a time, their bedroom door slammed and clothes quickly came off.

Tara pulled Willow on top of her as she herself landed on the bed. Their lips smashed together forcefully before opening as tongues sought for conquest. Their naked bodies pressed against each other, nipples hardening as they rubbed against each other. Hands grabbed and stroked at flesh, nails leaving the occasional red line. Thighs slipped towards moistened curls and hips began a slow rocking motion that was meant to merely whet their appetites.

Tara brought her hands down to Willow’s thighs and gave a few tugs, a silent command to move. The redhead sat up and scooted up the blonde, pausing as Tara grabbed at the freckled breasts and pinched at the hardened nipples. Tara could smell the juices flowing from Willow on to her stomach and it made her mouth water. She apparently didn’t realise just how hungry she was. She pulled at the redhead’s thighs once more.

“Are you ready to ride?” Her voice was thick and sultry, and it was all the command Willow needed. She scooted the rest of the way and grabbed the headboard as Tara’s talented tongue sought Willow’s entrance. Tara flicked and sucked quickening her pace as Willow rode to orgasm.

As the redhead happily scooted back down, she said “Yee haw,” kissing the blonde slowly, enjoying her taste on Tara’s lips. There was another taste that she preferred and began to make her way down Tara’s body kissing and nibbling and teasing her flesh.

“We’ve still got more trees to save.” Willow said flicking her tongue on the blonde’s nipple before taking it into her into her mouth. Tara arched into the contact and moaned, her body definitely ready to be taken. Willow continued her kisses down her stomach until she was hovering over glistening curls.

“Is the rare golden beaver endangered tonight?”

Willow took a deep breathe, enjoying the sweet aroma before responding. “Yes definitely on the dinner menu tonight is the Castor aureolum…” She paused, “or would that be aureum?” Willow looked curiously up at the blonde.

Latin was not on Tara’s mind however and she quickly brought Willow back to the task at hand. “Fuck me already!”

Willow was quick to oblige and greedily began to suck her clit, while two fingers entered easily into the slick channel. She kept a quick pace until the muscles started to grab, her signal to tilt her fingertips and reach for that rough patch. Tara came hard, screaming Willow’s name.

Satisfied for now the two snuggled up in each other enjoying the afterglow. It was still early and the idea of saving more trees later was a definite possibility.

“Willow?”

“Hmm.”

“Remind me that we’re going shopping tomorrow.”

“What for?”

“I want to go to that western store…..”

The End

** Be cool like Dawn, visit these websites: http://www.whiteband.org/ and http://www.makepovertyhistory.org/

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Wow and wow!! That was a great addition to the new fic challenge!



OMG that was just funny! I died laughing. My mother called down to ask me if I was okay. Great stuff!

I really really enjoyed this. Thank you so much for contributing. And if that is something that you just threw together...then DAYUM I'm jealous!

Congratulations, wiccanbotanist, on being the first recipient of the "Foursome Award" -- you have truly earned this honor!

Carleen

P.S. Okay, people, who's next???

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Sally and wiccanbotanist, you put me completely to shame -- your fic challenges merely 24 hours after Car posted! Is that some sort of record? I'm definitely shamed, especially since it'll not come as a surprise if I confess I knew what the challenge was way ahead of time.

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Sally - first of all a warm welcome to the fic challenger fold. You're the 32rd writer to submit a challenge. I was trying to find the significance of the #32, alas, nothing. But for your entry anyway. It flowed well, and so funny!


what a long winded way of describing a woman's sexual organ! Sometimes these metaphors do more harm than good.

Extremely horny Tara is such an exhibitionist, I wish she would come out to play more often.

Your inclusion of the fic elements blended perfectly. I had to read again, carefully, to spot them. Well done.

Since it was my idea, I must comment on the electric toothbrush:

all I can say is .... ouchie! that must hurt, to have bristles there, and rotating too *shudders*. "Brushing teeth" as a new metaphor for sex we have the canon "doing spells", we have the KR "naming constellations" but "brushing teeth" is so everyday in its brilliance as codeword. LOL about Tara's pink thongs. Like Car says, Tara puts her name on her underwear?

A very enjoyable fic. Shall we expect your participation in FC5, 6, 7 etc?

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wiccanbotanist - when Car told me about the challenges and when I saw your name I was like, was that a magic pub you went to with your mates over the weekend? Cos you're certainly back in your groove!!!! And CONGRATULATIONS on being the first winner of the Foursome Award, well deserved, good show.

Having a sale for charity is such a great idea, they're always fun and kudos to Dawn and Tara for putting in the efffort. I just gotta say

Love love love car boot sales. And yeah, Brit here. Imagine being in a room full of Americans (well, the virtual room that is kitten voicechat) and being made to say "laboratory", "aluminium", "advertisement", "cuppa tea". They'll want me to say car boot sale next. But you're not totally assimilated yet you used

the correct term is soft drink! But you're redeemed, you said "loo".


I must admit my utter dorkiness, when I was told about that t-shirt, I was like "huh?" cos ... I didn't know what beaver meant. Of course my loyal corruptors immediately set about rectifying that gap in my education. So, I can truly imagine Dawn's, Buffy's and Xander's reactions. Fabulous use of Latin too, even those of us who are unaware of which species Castor rubrum is, it's made obvious in the next sentence. I wonder why Anya didn't know, may be she was being considerate for a change?

I promise to comment on the electric toothbrush every time. I laughed so much at Anya's commentary:

with yours and Sally's I think you guys have a very firm grip on what I was thinking when I suggested including it in the challenge. Go me!

Plus ... cowgirl kittens! Wow!

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Sally - I'm going to try really hard not to over quote, but I really enjoyed how you wrote, well everything. Excellent incorporation of the phrase, using artwork also for the toothbrush in quite the graphic way that Carleen was not so subtely hinting at.


Yes, before and after every meal, every morning and every night and sometimes just for the hell of it. Dental hygiene is very important. And flossing, reminds me of a conversation I'd heard from my friends equating a particularly skimpy thong to floss.

And a classic Anya, enjoyed the addition of Tara's name on a certain challenge requirement, and the use of Giles sentence at the beginning and end. Nicely Done


And to Replies.


Carleen - I always enjoy hearing that I've made people laugh out loud causing them to attract attention. I was certainly gunning for the Foursome Award, hence the throwing together, which you make it sound like this comes very easily, which as the case was with the first challenge and this one, the way you set it up just lent itself to come easily for me (just realised the pun as they were the two smut requirements....). Which I was certainly glad for after having too much trouble working out the 3rd challenge. Just remember it is all for you baby! Couldn't have done it without you, because really when would I be inspired to write about baby pools of jello, or electric toothbrushes?

Watson - Its called the Brass Monkey, first time I went to it too, and seeing how it is just around the corner, I'm thinking I should have tried it out earlier.

Seeing how Giles was a requirement, I tried to be as British as possible, and also was playing with some of the fun words I had learned whilst being here. Plus I knew you'd get a kick out of it.

In defence of the use of soda. The first one to use it was Xander and I think Californians use soda, unless they use pop, but at least they aren't like Texans and call everything 'coke.' (No offence to Texans cause I think its kinda cute). As for when Giles mentions to go help Anya get said soft drinks, I did not have exact dialogue. So I'm going to go with either Giles did use the correct term, and I merely downplayed it, or Giles was merely repeating soda as it had been used by Xander (plus he's been around them long enough, I was an easy switch to Brit slang, why can't he pick up American?) In truth though I really didn't think about it, so nice catch.

I was also curious about the use of the term Beaver and how it would be understood by everyone. The agy bloke I dedicated this to, who claimed his favourite animal was the beaver, I laughed and he looked at me like I was insane. So that was when I realised that it must not be a British thing, I shrugged and moved on. Upon seeing it in the list I felt it was my duty to share the double entendre with those who might not understand, through the fic. As for why Giles gets it, well I'm not sure about that one, but when the 'cat' comment is made I think it would have sunk in.

Xander and Dawn’s reactions however mention Tara wouldn't eat a beaver because she's a vegetarian and doesn't eat animals infers that they don't actually get it either. And Anya, why she didn't make a comment the way we expected her too, maybe niceness, maybe she didn't want Xander to have to hush her again, or maybe she just thought of the song, had heard it recently or something and seeing how it came into her mind first it was what was said.

And I already feel that I've just written way too much in my usual way of over explaining myself. But one last bit before we go…a proper Beaver is Castor canadensis. Finding out scientific names is easy and messing with them fun!

-wiccanbotanist

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Ooh these were both great.. . Love sam xx

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wiccanbotanist - I love the sprinkling of science geek talk between Willow and Tara! DNA is near and dear to my heart, as well as all my other cells. (Okay, that sounded funnier in my head than it did written down.)

I especially loved it how Buffy knew a threat when she heard one even if she didn't understand what was being said. Dear, dear Buffy! Oh well, it's not her fault that she's up at all hours slaying and can't pay good attention in Latin class.

Speaking of Latin, this line made me chortle with glee:



It's great when Tara cuts loose with the dirty talk in bed. Really enjoyed your fic. And sorry, didn't mean to steal first place at all. Guess the muse just came calling (and calls coming, in the bathroom, with the electric toothbrush - like a game of Dirty Clue or something)...

Also quick replies:

GayNow - well thanks! You really make a gal feel welcome. I appreciate your posting the challenge and the ideas - it's fun thinking of ways to try to incorporate the elements without them sticking out like a sore thumb. Oh, and about Tara having her name on her panties - I agree that it's kind of humorous and perhaps a bit unlikely, but I wanted to make sure there was no denying they were hers. I probably should have had Willow thinking about how she had gotten them embroidered as a gift or something, but it didn't occur to me till after.

watson - maybe the significance of 32 is that it will be my age in a few short months? Heh, thanks. Glad you enjoyed it. I'll participate in future challenges as long as the muse continues to come calling! I totally have to agree that the electric toothbrush on the naughty bits would be highly painful. Hence the pile of plaster dust, I guess. But maybe the plaster statue is a sub and finds it pleasurable. Who knows, I should probably leave it to someone else to comment on this since I haven't known an electric toothbrush in the biblical sense. Maybe it's the greatest thing ever and I'm missing out. Okay, I don't know how I dug myself into this hole. So to speak. I should probably just stop writing this reply right now.

wiccanbotanist - congratulations on your Foursome Award! I didn't know they actually gave awards for that sort of thing. Oh wait, I get it - it's for writing fics for each of the four challenges, not for... And thank you for your very nice comments. I wanted to make some comment about floss and the thong to tie it in to the dental theme, but couldn't think of a way to do it without being bluntly graphic in a way that I couldn't see either Tara or Willow doing believably.

sam - thanks!

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I've loved both stories and I would soooooooo love to see Tara dressed up like a cowgirl

Title: Song of the White Lady
Author: watson (hiddenwatson@yahoo.com)
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimers: BtVS / AtS concepts and characters belong to Mutant Enemy, Fox, the WB, UPN and others
Summary: Technology, coffee clubs and a little smut too!
Notes: Originally this was a Coffee Moods short, but it evolved into a challenge entry, I want my Foursome Award, dammit
Thanks: to Car for reviewing, did I tell you you’re the best?[br]
*****[br][br]
Half a generation ago, someone talking to themselves intently while walking down the street would elicit the sort of stares and exaggerated avoidance reserved for lepers, however well-dressed or presented they were. Even 10 years ago, we would give a wide berth to someone doing the same. [br]
How quickly technology caught up with us, nowadays we would not even give a second glance to a solitary person mumbling, shouting at themselves, gesticulating wildly, or doing all three at once. Our minds would make the small logical jump and come to the conclusion that they were probably on the phone with their broker, lover or mother. It was no longer a shame to be a geek, they were truly taking over the world. [br]
One no longer worried about access speeds to the internet with the advent of broadband and wi-fi standards. Bluetooth technology enabled units to correspond over a secure, wireless network and we were looking forward to the day when 3G cellphones are as common in the States as in the GSM countries. [br]
Listen to me. I chuckled to myself as I sipped on my mocha. Here I was, a History major with a minor in Anthropology, yet I was spewing techno-speak like I was an expert. We didn't have computers back home, of course Dad would never allow it. Only a couple of years ago, I thought using my public email account in the school library was the forefront of technology, computer requirements were low at my high school. [br]
So what changed? Simple. I came to UC Sunnydale, went to a campus Wicca group meeting and had my heart stolen. [br]
Looking around the coffee shop, I noticed the isolated individuals, working on their laptops, playing on their PDA, or talking on their cellphones. No one was actually interacting with the people sitting next to them, it was a bit of a shame. [br]
Right on cue, my cellphone buzzed. After one too many close encounters with Sunnydale's undead army of darkness, the general consensus was that it was time the Scoobies were armed with technology. [br]
I glanced at the screen as the text message came up. [br]
[font=monospace]What are you having?[/font] Out of courtesy to me, messages came up with proper spelling. The first time I saw [font=monospace]wr ru?[/font] my eyes popped out and I almost threw the phone across the room. She tried to explain this was the language of the new millennium, but I wasn't buying it. [br]
[font=monospace]Mocha, you?[/font] I typed using my thumb. [br]
[font=monospace]Use your headphones, switching to voice[/font], the instructions came back. I slipped the space-age looking device over my ear. Remember Lando Calrissian's assistant in the Cloud City (I cannot believe I'm quoting Star Wars)? I felt like him. [br]
"Hi Baby," the sound of her voice cheered me up instantly. It didn't matter if I had a Viking helmet on my head, as long as I could hear her voice. [br]
I started typing a message back. [br]
"You can talk, Sweetie, the headset has a microphone," she said. [br]
"Oh," was all I could manage. "It looks so small, and so far away from my mouth, can it pick up my voice?" [br]
"You're coming through loud and clear," she said. [br]
"Where are you?" I ventured to ask. "Are you joining me?" [br]
"I'm at the computer lab, I have a couple of scripts to debug, I'll be a little while, sorry. What's in that sandwich you're having?" [br]
"Cheese sal— wait a minute, if you're at UCS how do you know I'm having a sandwich?" I looked around, trying to spot her. [br]
"I really am on campus, Carl will vouch for me. I can see you cos I hooked up into the, um, police surveillance system." [br]
"Should you be doing that?" [br]
"Can I invoke the Fifth Amendment?" [br]
What was I supposed to do? Stop her from doing something she had been doing since 14? "As long as I'm the only one you're spying on," I said. [br]
Silence. [br]
"Will, I mean it," I said, a little firmer. "No peeking at other people. Can you imagine if someone was watching us? Seeing everything we do in the privacy of our room?" [br]
I heard the gulp from my darling redhead and knew I succeeded somewhat in getting my point across. Or so I thought. [br]
"That's it, I'm putting a scrambler in, anyone who tries to intrude will get a spike sent right back at them, I'll trace the signal back and their computer will be out of commission for as long as I want it. They'll be sorry they ever tried," she contemplated. "No one is allowed to see you in that skimpy rip away schoolgirl uniform and sparkly mary jane platforms except me." [br]
I sighed inwardly at the double standard, at how she was so blasé about spying on others, and yet so vindictive at people spying on her. Despite my frustration, I subconsciously licked my lips at the memory of the previous night when I strutted around in the red, glittery, 5½ inch platforms, tiny plaid skirt and a school tie sitting seductively in the valley of my cleavage while she fingered herself, legs spread on our bed. I crossed my legs and squeezed my thighs together to prolong the tiny hint of flutter inside me. [br]
"Exactly, Will. We don't want to give out a free pass to our sex life, so it goes for other people too," I tried explaining again. [br]
"Okay, but I'm still installing — hold on, Baby, I have incoming," she said hurriedly. I sighed again and sat silently listening to the bleep of the call-waiting signal, my annoyance building fast. [br]
I was about to hang up when she came back on the line. "That was Giles. He asks us to meet him at the Magic Shop for a Scooby meeting, you're done for the day?" she asked. [br]
"Yes, I'm fine." [br]
"Okay, I'll wrap up here and meet you there. I love you." [br]
"I love you too." My anger had subsided, there was important Scooby-age at hand, no time to be angry. [br]
*****[br]
"Can I help you with that?" I asked Xander. We ran into each other outside the Magic Shop carrying to-go coffee cups and doughnuts. I took the doughnut boxes from the stack he was balancing precariously on one arm. [br]
"Thanks Tara," he grinned as he backed into the shop and made his way to the research table. "People, I bring coffee and doughnuts, my work here is done." [br]
I set the boxes next to the cups and took one of the coffees myself. The others did the same, it was a Scooby routine I had become familiar to. I couldn't believe they had been doing this since they were 15. [br]
"Oooh, jelly," Buffy swooped in from the training room and took three immediately. "Hi Tara, where's Will?" [br]
"She's on her way over," I replied, watching Buffy rapidly demolish the contents on her napkin. As if by magic, my cellphone buzzed again. [br]
[font=monospace]Are you there yet? [br]
Yes, everyone is here, though I can't see Mr Giles. Have you eaten? Xander brought coffee and doughnuts. [br]
No, not yet. Coffee & doughnuts sound good. Ok, I'm here.[/font] [br]
The bell on the shop door rang and my redhead walked in. She parked her backpack on the table and threw her arms around me. I leaned into her warm body, wrapped one arm around her waist and our lips met in a sweet kiss. When Willow first came out to her friends and introduced me, we were shy and restrained about our public intimacy. Not anymore. [br]
"You taste good," she muttered. [br]
"It's the coffee and the caffeine rush you're craving, not me," I teased. [br]
"I always crave you," she whispered into my mouth as we kissed again. "Is your bluetooth on?" [br]
I was used to how her unconnected thoughts seemed to merge into each other by now. I nodded. [br]
We pulled away, knowing that there was business at hand. She plugged in her laptop as we waited for the group to convene. [br]
Mr Giles climbed down from the loft and put several heavy volumes down on the table. I recognize them as being from the top shelf, the darker and more advanced magick texts. [br]
"Angel called," he started. "There's trouble in LA that he needs our help on, he's coming tonight with one of his associates. In the meantime he's given us enough information for us to start research." [br]
"What's the problem, another apocalypse?" Xander asked. [br]
"Apparently there have been a series of disappearances and strange behavior. Angel did some investigating and all the missing persons were last seen at a particular coffee house. There are massive mystical energies around the place, he thinks there may be magic users or demons kidnapping girls for, er, salacious acts," Mr Giles explained. [br]
"What about the strange behavior people?" Buffy raised. [br]
"They become completely unresponsive, stare into space and laugh non-stop, they also have an inexplicable tendency of tearing all their clothes off and, um, behaving in a lewd and lecherous manner," Mr Giles said, his embarrassment obvious. [br]
"How lewd and how lecherous? And why is he coming to us for help? Doesn't he have his ministers of grace?" Anya huffed. [br]
"I'll leave it for Angel to explain when he gets here," Mr Giles said calmly. [br]
"Well, we should start looking at the victims, both types," Willow commented. [br]
"Yes, Angel faxed over profiles, we should start looking for possible links. And look for spells that cause that sort of behavior," Mr Giles continued. [br]
He distributed the profiles and allocated research tasks. The well-oiled Scooby research machine sprang to life. For the next couple of hours, pages were flipped over constantly, Willow worked furiously on her laptop and Anya would get up occasionally to help a customer. The phone rang and Buffy and Xander left to meet Angel and his associate at the train station. [br]
Progress was slow and my mind started wandering to the volumey text, aka the Mrrnedfrd report. I glanced over at Willow. My lover was too engrossed to pay any attention to me. I sighed. [br]
"Laugh non-stop? Lewd acts? It must be a Get Naked spell? May be they're sexually frustrated and need to orgasm," Anya said suddenly, not helping with my increasing frustration. [br]
"Anya, the ability of your mind to associate everything with sex and orgasms is unbelievable," Willow said from behind her laptop. It was the first time she had spoken for a while, she had been very focused for the last hour, I could hear the constant tapping of the keyboard or the clicking of her mouse. [br]
I jumped when my cellphone buzzed for the third time that day. [font=monospace]Accept incoming image from bluetooth device WickedWill?[/font] [br]
My breath hitched and I smiled slyly as I hit the yes button. It took a few seconds for the image to load, but I recognized it, how could I not? My heartbeat increased tenfold at the sight of our naked bodies in the throes of passion. I gulped as I recalled our decision to film ourselves, how thrilled we were yet full of trepidation. How Willow painstakingly set up the camera while I decorated our room with candles and scent. [br]
"I just speak what's on my mind," Anya retorted. "It's not my problem you people have so many hang-ups about sex." [br]
"You have a hang-up about bunnies, do we talk about bunnies all the time?" Willow challenged. [br]
And sent an image of her in nothing but giant fluffy bunny ears that flopped so cutely around her head. The rest of her was cute, but not in a child's soft toy way, could I describe complete nakedness as cute? Perhaps I could. She held a small fluffy pink rabbit in front of her most intimate region, the 'look-at-what-you-can't-see' aspect more erotic than if she had been completely open. I grinned to myself, I took that picture. I tried to catch Willow's eye to show my appreciation, but she had her head resolutely down, her eyes glued to her screen. I spied the knowing smirk on her face though. [br]
"The difference is, I hate bunnies, and you love sex, so I'm talking about something you like. You talking about something I don't like, it's rude," Anya concluded by crossing her arms and throwing a snort at Willow. [br]
"It's not a question of whether we like something or not. For instance, you like the strong moldy cheese, but Xander is a Cheddar only guy. You don't force him to eat your Danish blue," I tried to explain. [br]
"I like strong cheeses, I like having the lingering smell on my fingers all day," Willow said quietly. I looked at her and saw the naughty gleam in her eyes. She wasn't talking about cheeses. [br]
I was sure Anya would get the reference and tease us, but she was too focused on Xander. "Well, Xander doesn't like strong smells and tastes," she declared. [br]
"He doesn't?" I quirked my eyebrows at Willow's remark and was rewarded by an evil grin. [br]
"I would have thought, Anya, considering your love for —" I stopped and blushed, amazed at how close I was at saying something inappropriate. [br]
"He's a meat and potatoes guy, you know that. He doesn't like anything exotic," Anya continued, oblivious to the heavy sexual overtones in the air. [br]
"Some meats are exotic, and organic meats are good for the environment," I joked. [br]
"Save a tree, eat a beaver," Willow mumbled. I bit the inside of my mouth to prevent myself from laughing out loud. She followed up by sending my cellphone a screen capture of us engaged in said eating out activity. She had overlaid our bodies with a '69' in light font, just to show how perfectly we fit against each other. [br]
"Could we stop the innuendos and focus on the research we should be doing," Mr Giles interjected from the counter, where he was perusing another large leathery text. I had forgotten that he was there. [br]
"We can do research and chat a little, Giles, our heads are so full of cobwebs that we need some hoopla to balance it," Willow countered. [br]
I knew what was coming before it even reached my cellphone. Right on cue, an image of me dressed in Spiderman costume flashed up. Only the costume was cut in a way that my entire front was not covered, my breasts and abdomen and curls exposed for all to see. I was leaning against the plain white wall with my hands stretched out above me seductively, my hips proudly jutting out and with the largest pout I could manage. I might have used up half a tube of lipstick to make that pout. Willow was on her knees with her head buried between my legs, her back to the camera, her hands wrapped around my hips. She was naked except for 4 tentacles strapped to her back — she was trying to be Doc Octopus. [br]
Mr Giles harrumphed and brought his stack of tomes over to the table. I pulled my cellphone closer to me, turning the screen away from him, but I was sure he caught a glimpse of the image. He stiffened, gaped at me unbelievingly, and promptly removed his glasses for cleaning. [br]
It was hard to believe. Shy Tara and Nerdy Willow, engaging in activities so erotic, so tantalizing, so raunchy. Who would have thought? [br]
I heard Willow's snicker behind her laptop. How great was it that she was able to use her laptop as screen and avoid embarrassed exposure like that. [br]
We were thankfully interrupted by the chime of bell above the door. Buffy, Xander and Angel walked in, one after another. [br]
Angel greeted everyone with a nod, not overly friendly, yet there was warmth in the greeting. I mentally compared him with Spike and found that I instinctively trusted him more. [br]
A fourth person entered behind them. Angel introduced her as Fred, and I almost chuckled at the name. It seemed oddly appropriate for the woman who, if it was even possible, looked even more petite than Buffy. [br]
After pleasantries and sarcastic greetings had been exchanged Angel explained that they had been contacted by a client to find his daughter. Apparently a coffee club had opened in downtown LA, advertising itself as a friendly, safe place for women to gather and enjoy themselves without fear of harassment. This was the last time the girl was seen. [br]
Angel probed deeper into the club and found more cases of missing girls. Then he started coming across ones who seemed to be affected by Anya's 'Get Naked' spell. All were last seen in the club. [br]
The female-only aspect of the club was physical as well as in spirit. There seemed to be a mystical barrier that prevented males from entering; Angel, Wesley and even Lorne tried and Angel said it was like the vampire barrier on residential homes. Cordelia was able to enter but she didn't see anything. Fred was the only person who heard something unusual. [br]
"Most of the place is just like a café, with round tables, comfortable chairs and a stage where girl bands gather to play," she described in her Texan drawl. "I heard rumors that it's actually a place where people use cellphones to set up casual sex with a total stranger. There was lots of electronic equipment branded about, but not more than your average Starbucks. I took my phone and Palm with me but I didn't get any offers, may be I'm not attractive enough," she shrugged. [br]
"Fred, it's not you. Tell them about what you heard," Angel said. [br]
"I was in the bathroom, and I heard some, ah, distinctive noises from the next stall," she blushed. "Afterwards they talked about a private area and something about a white lady singing, I think there are areas in that place that you need a special pass or invitation," she elaborated. [br]
"It's not a women's coffee shop, it's a lesbian sex palace!" Anya exclaimed. [br]
All eyes turned to her, but she was unrelenting. There was truth in what she said though, if that place was actually as how Fred described it. [br]
Buffy's question broke our mildly shocked silence. "So how can we help?" [br]
Angel smiled at her. I remembered they used to be a couple, I wondered if they were still. "There's another strange occurrence. When Fred and Cordy tried going back, they couldn't get in again, physically, like they were bounced back by the barrier. The same happened to Kate, I even sent Anne. I'm running out of female associates. The only one I can think of in LA is Faith but ..." he trailed off. [br]
"You know what I think? Women only, hot girl on girl action? Anya's right, this place is not straight girl compatible. We need the insatiable sex goddesses, er, witches," Xander declared. [br]
Now the attention turned to us. I blushed, but Willow chose to ignore Xander's comments. "Do you want us to come to LA, Angel?" she asked. [br]
"Whoa! Hold on! I can't send Willow and Tara blindly into one of your 'missions'? You said people have disappeared, or came out crazy, it sounds dangerous," Buffy interrupted. [br]
"Buffy, we can handle ourselves," Willow pointed out. [br]
"I'm coming with you, three is better than two," the Slayer decided. [br]
"What if you're not allowed in?" [br]
"I'll find a way." [br]
*****[br]
We agreed to leave the next day and drive to LA in Buffy's Jeep. Willow was right, we were the Scoobies and it was our job to investigate these strange phenomena. Mr Giles and the others stayed for more research but Willow and I left the meeting early to run some errands and pack our bags. [br]
Willow was working on her laptop, she was only taking one, so she had to do some correlation / synchronization from her other machines to make sure she had everything she needed. It was taking her far too long, I was frustrated again, especially after looking at the images at my cellphone for the 30th time, and with our after-dinner make out session still fresh on my mind, my body was humming with barely contained excitement. [br]
I undid all the buttons on my shirt, tossed my hair loosely over my shoulders, slid over and sat myself on her lap, blocking her access to her laptop. [br]
"You're ignoring me," I protested. I adjusted myself so I was straddling her, with our bodies as close as possible. I pushed her as far back as the chair could recline and slowly lowered myself towards her, so my breasts were inches from her mouth. I could feel how much she wanted to lick them, but every time she made a forward movement, I leant back so I was out of range. [br]
"Tara," she whimpered as she captured my waist with both arms and firmly pulled me into her embrace. [br]
I countered her move by leaning down and capturing her lips in mine, pushing my breasts into hers and eliciting a low moan from deep inside her throat. Our kiss grew in intensity as our tongues found their rhythm, just as our bodies found the same pulse. The feel of her cotton shirt chafing gently on my hardened nipples was exactly the painful pleasure that I was looking for. I could feel and almost smell my wetness through the seams of my jeans as it grazed against my smooth outer folds. We'd taken to 'skipping' our underwear lately. [br]
Her hands reached inside my shirt and she scraped her fingernails bluntly up and down my back, causing me to shiver as if a mild electric current just ran down the top of my head to the base of my spine. She reached up past my shoulders and started to roll my shirt off. [br]
I wanted to call her name out already, so dizzy was I with desire. One more second, one more stroke, one more shudder passing through my senses and I would let myself scream. [br]
"BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!" [br]
I was rudely snatched out of my drunken pleasure. She stilled her ministrations and took a deep breath, looking up at me with apologetic eyes while turning the chair and reaching out to her laptop. [br]
I had already slid off and was buttoning up my shirt. [br]
As soon as she stopped the insistent beeping she was out of her chair like a flash and in front of me. "Tara, honey, don't be mad," she pleaded. [br]
I half-smiled in resignation. "I'm not mad, just, um, a little horny." [br]
Her eyes widened and she cupped my face before placing tender kisses on my lips. "I'm sorry, Baby, I'll be superfast, it's taking a bit longer cos I ... hey you don't want to hear techie talk, why don't you get ready for me in bed?" she said. [br]
"Don't be too long, otherwise I'll have to find something to play with, to occupy my time," I said, with a sly wink. [br]
She tossed me a look so intense and possessive I couldn't help but lower my eyes, though my heart didn't stop beating at her closeness. "I'll be quick," she promised. [br]
She skipped back to her errant laptop and I made a show of brushing my hair and peeling off my shirt. I knew she was watching from the corner of her eye because when I did a little shoulder roll to ease my stiff joints and my breasts rolled along, I could see her biting her lower lips and hear the intake of breath. I wriggled my ass as I slipped my jeans off, and then I was stretched out on our bed, gloriously naked. I propped my head on one elbow as I lay there on my side, my other hand lazily making its way up and down my side, occasionally coming tantalizingly close to my breasts. Once, I slipped it between my legs; she blinked very hard, and tightened her grip on her mouse. [br]
"Finished!" she whooped triumphantly, pushing the chair back and taking a flying leap into the bed. Immediately she was on me, smashing our mouths together in a hard kiss that was almost bruising. Our lips ground hard against each other, our tongues pushing into the other's mouth. I felt the familiar burning through my sex, followed by warm flooding that spilled against her jeans. I grabbed handfuls of her hair as she devoured my breasts, moving from one to the other with practiced ease. [br]
I fumbled to pop the buttons on her shirt and to pull her tight jeans off her, silently thankful for her narrow hips. It was just at that awkward moment with her clothing half on and half off that it happened again. [br]
"BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!" [br]
We stilled our frantic movements. I felt my teeth clench and my irritation spreading. She too. [br]
"What the hell does it think it's doing?" she growled as we untangled and she crawled back to the desk. "What ridiculous PC connectware did Fred give me? She needs to switch to Macs, stat." [br]
I knew she was as mad as me, so it was useless to take my exasperation out on her. I chuckled as I realized she hadn't bothered to straighten her shirt, or pull her jeans up, I could see her red curls as she plonked herself back down on the chair. [br]
I took a deep cleansing breath and lay back down on the bed, staring at the ceiling. That kept me occupied for a minute, before I rolled off the bed and rummaged through our overnight bags. [br]
"Um, Will, can I disturb you for a minute?" I started. [br]
Two seconds longer than expected she answered. "Of course, you're not disturbing. I'm the one who should be sorry." [br]
"It's just, I want to get my book, and ... Willow why are there all these electric toothbrushes in our bag?" I asked. [br]
"Wha—?" [br]
"Electric toothbrushes. Different designs," I said. "Little mermaid? Ice cream cone? Firetruck? And Spiderman? Are we planning on brushing our way into the evil coffee club?" [br]
"They're kid's toothbrushes, aren't they cute?" she said, although that didn't answer my question. [br]
"Again with the why, Will." [br]
"Um, I thought we can try them out, they're so pretty, kid's brushes are softer, and they don't vibrate as hard." [br]
"Vibrate. As hard. Hard, as opposed to what?" I asked. [br]
She had the look of the 4-year old who was just caught with her little hands in the cookie tin. Which suggested to me that she was guilty as hell about something. [br]
I crossed my arms and tried to look stern, quite hard to do when you were buck naked and all you wanted was the object of your apparent consternation to ease two fingers into you and make you come hard against her palm while screaming her name in delight. [br]
"I've been doing some, um, research," she started. [br]
"On toothbrushes? Hate to break it to you, my darling genius, but most of us know what a toothbrush is used for," I was unrelenting. [br]
"They're even better than traditional vibrators!" she blurted. [br]
Now it was my turn to be silent. Silently shocked or silently contemplating her outburst, I didn't know. [br]
I blinked at her several times. "So you want to test them? That's, um, nice, honey, but why are we bringing them to our trip? Wouldn't it be better to test them out when we're home?" I tried to ask the rational question. [br]
"Well, I bought them today, at the drugstore. You were at the counter and I saw all these cute models and I couldn't resist. I thought I'd surprise you," she said, suddenly turning shy. [br]
"I am surprised," I smiled. It was so like Willow to pick cute children's models as impromptu sex toys. A thought suddenly occurred to me. "Are we supposed to use all four models, or are two for, um, actual brushing of teeth?" [br]
"I hadn't really given it much thought," she admitted. [br]
"Well then now's the time to decide." My voice dropped an octave with each syllable. [br]
Her grin spread wider. "Now?" [br]
"Yes now. You've been teasing me all day and I've been wanting you all night, now is a very good time." [br]
We both thought back to the images she sent me, and came to the same conclusion. She picked up the Spiderman toothbrush with one hand, with the other she threw her askew shirt off, shucked her jeans and was pushing me roughly onto the bed. [br]
"Apparently it's very effective, and the results are very good. Let's see how effective," she stated as she turned on the device and brushed the back of the brush against my clit with small back and forth movements. The vibrations were intense and accompanied by a pleasant tickly shivery feeling. I wanted more already. I rolled my hips with the rhythm and pulled her towards me. [br]
Our lips met hungrily, yet she kept the pressure of the vibrations all the way across my slit. It wasn't long before I felt the flutters began right where the brushes were touching me. She turned the handle slightly, it was easy with the copious lubrication, the bristles were on my clit and I came immediately, my hips thrusting uncontrollably and deep growls coming from the back of my throat. The sensation was not mind-blowing but was steady in its intensity. I came and came. My walls couldn't stop contracting. My clit throbbed louder and louder. I could feel sweat pouring off me. I held onto her back tightly till my movements stopped and I was able to breathe normally. It was the longest climax I'd ever had. [br]
She switched the vibrations off but kept the device softly pressed against my sex. A small movement and I felt myself falling over again. [br]
When I finally came down from the exhilarating high, she was there, holding me tenderly, as if I were her most precious possession. She stroked my back, to ease me back down. [br]
"Thank you, Baby," I said. [br]
"It's my pleasure," she told me. [br]
"Actually the pleasure is all mine," I mumbled, feeling myself drift off. I forced myself onto my elbows and tried to capture her lips. "Ooomph, missed," I said, a little incoherently. [br]
"Baby, I completely wore you out, I'll hold you while you sleep, okay?" [br]
"But, your turn ..." I tried to say more, but couldn't find words. [br]
"Shhhh," she pulled the comforter over us, made sure I was settled and I was asleep within seconds. [br]
*****[br]
Next morning was sunny and bright. I was well rested and set about to show my appreciation of her gift with much enthusiasm and with much abandonment. I let her pick the toothbrush and she shyly indicated that she wanted to share the same one with me, so Spiderman it was. When I was cleaning it I realized how easy it was to apply lube and wondered if we could substitute toothpaste, to give a minty fresh sensation. [br]
We had hours of fun with the toothbrush, taking turns enjoying its different surfaces. When the battery started to run dry, we went back to more traditional methods of lovemaking, but no less enjoyable. [br]
Because we were driving with Angel, we didn't set off till early evening. He wrapped himself in a large blanket at first, but took over the driving after sunset. [br]
I snuggled up to Willow for most of the trip, dozing intermittently after the day's exertions. Fred sat at her other side and they bonded over kinetic energy, quarks and potential field theory, as you would if you put two scientific geniuses together. I was content to listen to their enthusiasm rather than the actual topic of discussion. [br]
She had her hand on my thigh, she surreptitiously moved it further up and stretch her little finger so it teased the apex between my legs. I kept my eyes closed but could not help the tremor or sigh of pleasure when her finger hit a sensitive spot. [br]
My arm snaked around her back and I would tease her by inching my hand inside her shirt or under the waistband of her skirt. I would toy with her panties (out of consideration for the others, we decided to be proper today) or stretch my hand up so it spreads all over her back. Just before we reached our destination I unhooked the eyelets of her bra, so when we arrived, she made a beeline towards the bathroom. [br]
We arrived at the Hyperion Hotel late into the night. I considered the merits of having a hotel as base of operations — plenty of office space, rooms for guests, easy access to the sewers — and I was impressed. [br]
We were introduced to the rest of Angel's associates, spent some more time researching and strategizing, but soon I felt myself trying to cover my yawns. [br]
"Well, we're off to bed. Tara and I will infiltrate the club tomorrow, then Buffy will follow, is that the agreed plan?" Willow said. [br]
"Yes, do you have everything you need?" Angel asked. [br]
Willow nodded. She took my hand and we retired to the suite set up for us. [br]
As soon as the door closed we were in each other's arms. Lips locked, arms wrapped around the softest body, legs tangled up as we danced a drunken, zigzag, waltz towards the bed. [br]
"I thought you were tired," she said. [br]
"I am, but we have unfinished business today, you thought that you could tease me for hours in the car and I'll do nothing?" I replied. [br]
"Speak for yourself, the teasing went both ways!" she tried to be indignant, but ended up in giggles. [br]
"So what are you going to do about it," I challenged. [br]
She didn't answer. Instead she pushed us roughly onto the bed and we began the frenzied process of tearing our clothes off. Our passion accelerated and burned a bright incandescence through us. Movements were fast, as were our building passions, our need to soar towards the point of no return overwhelming in its insistence. [br]
Within minutes we were there, together, gloriously together, like two matching explosions in the desert sands. This was not slow, gentle love; it was a manic flurry of flaming passion, almost violent in its ecstasy. We bit and scratched and clawed. In the morning there would be marks on necks, breasts, backs, hips, thighs, arms, but we didn't care. We exploded and shattered so fiercely that it seemed the very air surrounding us would fragment into a million pieces, each shouting our love to the world. [br]
We slept well that night. There was never a question that we would spend every night of the rest of our lives in each other's arms. Not even with having to grapple with life on a hellmouth and our lives threatened constantly. Not even the uncertainties we could meet when we face the potential threat in tomorrow's plan. It was simple, we were together, and our connection was bigger than anything in the universe. [br]
*****[br]
Just as Fred described, the Froth Club, as the coffee shop was called, was all dark mood lighting, velvet chairs and soft chick music. It felt like a nightclub that was open during the daytime and where coffee was served instead of alcohol. [br]
The atmosphere was a little busier than the Espresso Pump, we bought our mochas and settled at a table near the corner of the room so we could observe. [br]
"The technology in here is state-of-the-art," Willow commented. [br]
"How so?" I asked. [br]
"Top notch quality reception, wi-fi points, plus 99% of the customers have a cellphone, PDA or laptop," she added. [br]
"Like Fred said, not that different from an average Starbucks," I said, not fully appreciating the impact. [br]
"Oh, but in a Starbucks you don't get this amount of activity. I'm setting up a scan for activity level now," she explained as she started an application on her laptop. "Look at this, a connection point on every table, this is rare." [br]
I looked around the premises slowly, trying to appear casual. There was more buzz, but not in spoken conversation, I could see nimble fingers flying over keyboards and keypads. [br]
"You think we're onto something?" I ventured. [br]
Willow's laptop, with its customary good timing, chimed. [br]
"Accept message from device 'ThunderThighs', geez these people are direct," Willow muttered as she read the message on her screen. I leaned over to read, taking the opportunity to park my chin on her shoulder. I massaged her back smoothly and turned my head to nibble on her neck, smiling at the catch of her voice when I bit on the skin. We were in a new public place, on a 'mission', yet I couldn't help myself. [br]
[font=monospace]Toothing?[/font] the message asked. [font=monospace]Wanna have fun?[/font] [br]
We shared a look and Willow replied [font=monospace]Room for two?[/font] [br]
It took a moment for the reply to come back. [font=monospace]The more the merrier. Password at bar = Pale Purple Nipples.[/font] We giggled at the password, packed up Willow's laptop and made our way to the bar counter. [br]
After giving the password, which I had to do because Willow wouldn't have been able to say it with a straight face, we were taken to a different part of the club, separated from the outside area by beaded curtains. We could sense the presence of a protection spell as we entered. The décor leaned heavily towards the mystical. [br]
"It's all for effect, a lot of ladies coming through here are heavily into the spiritual and the divine. But you don't need the conceit. It's just a protection spell in case we have unauthorized entry, are you from the police?" A tall, pencil thin, extremely pale woman appeared behind us. She was wearing all white, her white hair cut close to her skull. Her eyes were the only source of color on her, and they were of the deepest violet. Her face was expressionless, but I couldn't sense malice, only guarded suspicion. [br]
"No," I said. "We're helping a friend look for a girl who disappeared, she was last seen here." We talked about our cover story and decided to stick as close to the truth as possible. [br]
"Many girls pass through here, you may have noticed we are all women?" the White Lady mocked. [br]
"That's what we're trying to find out, if she passed through here, and where did she go," Willow interjected. [br]
The White Lady considered us through narrowed eyes, I felt as if she was boring a sharp hole through to my mind. I gripped Willow's hand more tightly and felt her apprehension too. After a long moment, a spark of recognition? — acknowledgement? passed over her eyes. [br]
"You may not find what you set out to look for. On the other hand you may find, ah, something interesting about yourselves. Till then," With that cryptic remark she turned and indicated that we should follow her to an empty table. [br]
The inner area was much like the outside, with small tables and chairs arranged around a center stage. It was currently empty. We sat down and were brought mochas immediately, but we had not ordered them. [br]
"What the frilly heck did she mean? We're here to find missing girls, not 'something interesting about yourselves'," Willow imitated. [br]
"Did you feel the spell?" I whispered. [br]
"Yes, and the way she looked at us, she's a witch or spellcaster, someone who knows magic," she concluded. "This must be the private area Fred mentioned. There isn't much difference between here and outside, strange that they go to all that trouble." [br]
"It's quieter," I noticed people were less hectic, none of the posturing or borderline excitement outside. Here, the coffee shop atmosphere prevailed, people were actually having conversations, cellphones were placed discretely at elbows rather than held in plain view. I began to think there was probably no connection between the disappearances and odd behavior and this place. [br]
"I feel wiggy," Willow cautioned. [br]
"It seems nice," I commented. [br]
"Too nice. Something's up," she said quietly. [br]
We kept ourselves on alert, and were not entirely surprised when the lights dimmed and the White Lady appeared on the stage. Her back was turned against the audience as she sang, her voice low but each note carried clearly around the room. [br]
"Spell," I said. [br]
Willow reached out, took my hand and squeezed. The Song of the White Lady so mesmerizing that we didn't want to disturb it with words. [br]
Despite myself I was soon caught up in the profound melody that seemed to sing directly at me. The words were distinctive, but I wasn't able to distinguish individual words from the emotion. The song told of an uncertain beginning, of an escape from a hopeless future, and the joy of finding love. It spoke to me on a personal level, tugging on my most intimate heartstrings. [br]
I looked at Willow, who was also overwhelmed by emotions. We moved towards each other, closing the distance and communicated our need in a slow, sensual kiss. Without thinking and as one, we pulled each other up and danced with the tempo of the song. It was captivating, intimate. [br]
I could feel Willow's breath on my neck, her hand at the small of my back pulling me closer. My arms were round her neck, our feet tangled up as our bodies swayed with the music. We danced to our own rhythm, the richness of the White Lady's voice reverberating up and around us. [br]
I looked around, other couples were doing the same, unable to resist the call of the song. The songstress effortlessly moved from soft to tender to passionate; by the end of the song, she was almost whispering her words. When she finished with "you are what you are" the entire floor erupted with rapturous applause and I felt like bursting out in tears, so powerful were the emotions coursing through me. [br]
Without a pause the White Lady turned sharply around so she was facing the audience. With a snarl she broke into song again. Where the previous one was soft and tender this one was savage and raw, angry guitars rang out from hidden loudspeakers and she shrieked her displeasure at the injustice of her world. [br]
The hairs at the back of my neck stood up but I was also caught up in the emotions. The audience was on its feet now, fists pumping, feet stamping, yelling the words with her. [br]
"Spell," I managed to utter through clenched teeth. [br]
She shook her head. "She's manipulating emotions, even ours, but I'm not sure of the spell nature." [br]
"Can we stop it?" I shouted in her ears. [br]
She shrugged. "Let's go with the flow," she said. There was nothing else we could do but to stay till the end. [br]
The song ended and another started. [br]
With each note the sexual energy in the room increased, I could feel the temperature rising, though I wasn't sure if it was the room or ourselves. Her movements were so seductive, I felt myself getting caught up even though I knew I was being steered by a combination of magic, her singing and her dancing. A glance at my lover confirmed that she was too. [br]
On stage, she was joined by a troupe of dancers, clad in nothing more than thongs entirely covered by pink glitter and red thigh-high latex stiletto boots. They danced a dance of worship around the White Lady, who was now dressed in a translucent white gown that hid none of her body. [br]
Willow nodded to one such nubile, writhing form. "Look, that's one of the girls in the profiles." [br]
I barely had the chance to look at her face before the girl and the others launched into a dance routine that was as close to having an orgy without the actual intimate touching. The looks of ecstasy on their faces were so real, I wondered if it was an act or if the White Lady had them under a spell. [br]
Soon the audience was a pulsating mass of feverish energy. Some of them were doing their own version of the Fan Dance That Needs No Fans that was happening on stage. [br]
I could sense Willow's blood rising too. We turned to each other with barely concealed desire. It didn't feel like a spell, it was simply the energy of the music and the charged atmosphere. [br]
"Do you —" [br]
"Yes. Where?" [br]
We pushed our way through the impromptu dance floor and found a dark corner. The room lights had dimmed to almost darkness and the only source of light was on the stage, so we moved as far from it as possible. [br]
"Are you sure?" I asked breathlessly. [br]
"With you, I'm always sure," she replied, moving to pin me against the wall and capturing my bottom lips in hers. She nipped the tip of my tongue and licked the entire inside of my mouth. I was helpless in her arms. [br]
I tried to pull away, had to make sure. "This is not her spell?" [br]
"Feel the energy. She isn't the one making everyone lose their inhibitions, she set it in motion, but the rest is music and ourselves," she said. [br]
I opened my senses and glanced at the auras of the people around us. I was in awe of the effect. No, no spell. Grinning, I pulled Willow's head towards me for a fierce kiss. [br]
The throbbing of the music and our desire intermingled. Soon we were fumbling with our jeans and reaching under clothed barriers and plunging fingers into welcoming wetness. I had one hand inside her and the other squeezing her ass towards me, and she was doing the same, and it took only one, two touches for us to come hard, together, our screams muffled by the music and our mouths were in each others' again. [br]
*****[br]
"So?" Buffy asked impatiently. [br]
"Sex club," Willow said succinctly. [br]
We were back at the Hyperion. Buffy had tried to get into the club but was unable to. [br]
"Did you find the missing girls?" Angel asked. [br]
"Yes, but they're not missing," Willow answered. "They decided to stay out of their own choice. Besides, we don't have enough to persuade them to leave." [br]
"What about the strange behavior?" Buffy asked. [br]
"No explanation for that, it is probably allergy to magic, the club is full of mystical energy," Willow said. [br]
"We felt a protection spell, and the performer cast some sort of energy spell to stir up the audience, but nothing major," I continued. "We met the lady herself, she's a spellcaster but we didn't find anything suspicious or worrisome." [br]
"A spellcaster who runs private rooms in a club? I'm suspicious," Buffy said. [br]
"The spells are harmless," Willow said. [br]
"Are you sure?" Buffy probed. [br]
"Yes, as soon as Tara and I realized there was magic about, we kept a close eye on the situation throughout the entire show, it's not entirely ethical, but the customers don't seem to suffer. It probably made their experience better than expected. Think of it as the establishment spiking the drinks of the customers so they get a high, like I said, probably unethical, but you should have seen how into the show the women were," Willow continued. [br]
"Which may explain the barrier spell at the entrance and the protection spell in the private room," I added. [br]
"There are no victims, and doesn't seem to be any foul play, I'll keep an eye on the place. Thanks for helping, Willow and Tara," Angel thanked us. [br]
There didn't seem to be much point in investigating the case further, so we decided to regroup, and we were to return to Sunnydale the next day. [br]
Willow and I said goodnight to Buffy, Angel, Fred and the rest. They had moved on to other demon fighting topics by now. [br]
Willow took my hand and we made our way to the main staircase. She pulled me close and slid her hand down my back, slipping underneath the waistband of my jeans. [br]
I squirmed as she pulled on the sparkly pink thongs I had underneath, the material roughly scraping my wet and puffy lips, the coarse glitter beads rubbing my hard clit. [br]
"Will," I whispered. [br]
She answered with a sexy, evil grin. I melted. [br]
We were at the top of the stairs when we heard Buffy call out. [br]
"Oh and Will, I love your new boots. Red latex stilettos aren't really your style though, but ... nice." [br]

*****[br][br]

The End[br][br][br]

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quiet thoughts

*plants flag*

Carleen

(it's a really cool flag too...like a pride flag, except there's silver glitter between each of the colored stripes...and in the middle, there's a big pink giraffe!)

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Frivolous Views

My Dear Watson!!!

Thank you thank you thank you. I love it when others refuse to use text speak. I think it is dumb and only useful if you seriously have enough to say in one text that you need to shorten words in order to fit it all in. Plus I’ve heard from elementary school teachers that students are actually writing this way for class!


I’m not buying it either!

Oh the imagery! I need to sit down, wait I am sitting down…. Where can I get a phone like that and does it come with those pictures?

I enjoy the way you so expertly insert techie geekness, (yeah that is right I’m calling you a techno geek) But being a geek myself, it is merely out of worship and not an insult.


Those things are bothersome aren't they? They never seem to work.

And, just wow....I don't even know what to say about this one.....





Right I'm surprised I made it all the way through that one (had to stop catch my breath a few times, ponder cold showers, that sort of thing), though I'm a bit worried about the next time I see a children's toothbrush, I'll crack up laughing start talking to myself, but hopefully people will just think I'm on my phone.

-wiccanbotanist

ETA: Sorry just forgot my greeting and well....I just had to come back and reread it once more

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SMUT SMUT SMUT! My gosh, the scenes of Willow sending naughty pictures to Tara while they were doing research were just priceless. They created very detailed images in my mind's eye, which speaks very well to your descriptive language and use of imagery.

To say it in a shorter way: OMG

The fics elements here were sooooooo unobtrusive, I think that if this story had been posted elsewhere, it wouldn't have been identifiable that these elements were required elements. Willow's mumbling of 'save a tree, eat a beaver' was so natural and perfect.

I'm in awe. And putting child's electric toothbrushes on my Target shopping list.

One question: so the girls who went missing in actuality are spending their entire lives at the club? They live there, shower, eat and drink, everything?

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Ooh that was soo good and soo hot . love sam xx

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SallyMcFine, the group outing to the museum was fun. Poor Giles, so uncomfortable. And mmm...insatiable Tara is very hot.




Hee! Great story.


I used to have a bumper sticker on my car from TWoP that said "Angels and ministers of grace defend us!" So this quote made me smile. And I always like seeing some of the MoG.

Great entries so far.

Watson...I've read this three times...and here is all I can come up with at this point:

OMG! OMG!

Carleen

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Hello? Hello? Is anybody there?

Only 3 fics?

So little feedback?

Where is everyone?

These are some great stories, folks. Give the writers some kudos...they worked hard.

And wiccanbotanist and watson are Foursome Award winners! They've written a fic for all 4 of my challenges. They deserve a little recognition. Let's hear it for them!

Cam? Cyd? terra? Roz? Megan? Foomatic? Sally? Anyone gonna join in?

Carleen

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Thanks for the prompt, Car. You guys did a great job and deserve feedback so here you go.

SallyMcFine: There are so many amusing things in your fic, I don't even know where to start commenting.



Poor Giles, lol, that was the wrong exhibit to take him to. And the perfect place for Anya. Great stuff.

wiccanbotanist: I love all the beaver comments in this fic. I know that I have been the subject of many beaver jokes in the past. I even have a t-shirt with a smutty beaver slogan on it. The group interaction in this is just perfect, especially the laugh out loud slowness of certain people. I like the looks and comments between the girls in this.

watson: Loved it! I did snicker at the link to the shoes. Golly at the schoolgirl uniform and Willow's, er, entertaining herself. Some very hot images here. The kid's toothbrushes were fantastic. I cracked up at the . I enjoyed every minute of reading this.

Replies to the very sweet feedback for my entry. I'll be the first to admit that using devices manufactured for use by children as sex toys may be bordering on the risqué (bad taste, even), but people have used worse. After I knew about the requirements for this challenge, I was browsing around at the supermarket and looking at electric toothbrushes. The children's models really stood out, they were soooo cute. I had to buy one for myself -- the firetruck one, btw, and wow! it has a small model of a fireman in the cab, flashing lights and feels good too.

Now for individual replies.

wiccanbotanist - I hate text speak, though sometimes I do shorten if I'm in a hurry or, like you said, there isn't enough room. My cellphone (or to use Britspeak, mobile) doesn't have a keypad, and I have to use the clickwheel which is a bigger hassle, so I am tempted to occasionally skimp on effort. Well, it's my fault for buying that phone, but it's soooo cute!


I take it as a compliment actually, cos, well, I am a techno geek. In fact I'm all sorts of geek. And yes, stupid PCs are bothersome, everyone should get a Mac instead!!! *plants Apple flag all over thread*

LOL about the cold showers and children's toothbrush. You're right, I don't think I'll ever be able to look one straight in the eye again. I'm glad you enjoyed this entry.

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Sally - thank you! For liking the smut, for liking the use of bluetooth technology. I tried it recently, sending images between phones and with bluetooth enabled computers, it's such a hoot. I was at a party once and I saw a group of 4-5 people standing in a circle, each clutching their phones and they were sending each other images and ring-tones. I should have taken their picture, it was so funny.


I have to admit the fic started life as one of the Coffee Moods short stories, the original idea was to have W showing T all sorts of technology they can use for everyday (and naughty) talk. I was having difficulties continuing the story but when I read the requirements, I was like whoo hoo! Car is in my brain again!


In my mind I have them so utterly enthralled by the sexual high given to them by the White Lady they don't want to leave. So in practical terms, they could well be living at some dorm / quarters at the back of the café? That's my explanation anyway.

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Sam - hot? Wow. I never thought I could write hot smut, thank you!

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the hero factor - I'm sooooo glad you spotted the MoG reference. It's no secret I'm a huge TWoP fan and I've always loved the nicknames Strega used on Angel. I mean, Cary? Brad? Brad?

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Car - OMG I reduced you to a thudding, drooling blubbering mess, heehee. Go me!

And yeah, we need more entries. I love doing these challenges and if we don't have enough support our Mistress of Challenges might decide never to post one again and it'll be watty's turn to be reduced to a blubbering mess.

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Roz - you can see I did a lot of research for this? And I enjoyed it, all in the name of writing, right? Thanks for picking up the toothbrushes line, thanks for reading.

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SHE said to post it and be a smartass about it. SHE made me do it, well, after I subjected her to this strangeness. I'm a very strange person. And yeah, I'm whipped, jealous?
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Title: Sex and the Clean City
Rating: NC-17 with alot of weirdness, definitely not suitable for everyone
Summary: The fictional place of Clean City came to me like out of nowhere. This is a place where spotlessness is of utmost importance, even in the matter of copulation and fornication.
Thanks: to the very important GayNow, who has given me permission



The turnout was larger than expected, the lecture hall was filled to the brim, people were squashed close together on the benches, hips and thighs helplessly touching. Some couples simply dispensed with the pretence and sat on each other’s laps. Every single inch of the floor area was occupied.

There was a hush as a bespectacled gentleman in an immaculate tweed three-piece suit walked on the stage, creases in his pants perfectly sharp, his back ramrod straight, not a single hair out of place. The audience gasped at his shiny glasses, there were whispers that it was the latest 7.82b version of the Ultimate Eyeglasses with Automatic Sonic Cleaner.

He stepped on the lectern and automatically ran his white-gloved finger along the underside of the lecture notes holder, smiling satisfactorily to himself as he inspected the quality.


“Ladies and Gentlemen, welcome to the third of a series of nine lectures on Upholding Clean City’s Over-riding Principle in the Matter of Copulation and Fornication. As Mayor of Clean City, I can’t emphasize enough how important it is to keep our city spotlessly clean at all times, regardless of what activity you engage in.

“Today it is my pleasure to welcome Professor Anya Jenkins, of the Department of Gunkophobia. Professor Jenkins is the inventor, together with Professor Yamamoto in Japan, of the dust slippers for cats. Professor Jenkins has kindly agreed to provide us with an update on the newest inventions that will help couples in their nightly activities.

“Now before I turn the floor over to Professor Jenkins, might I remind the young couples in the audience that the act of making love is to be revered, and not engaged in lightly. Most of all, remember what you were taught in Sex Ed 101 -- You MUST Clean up afterwards!

“Now without further ado, I present to you … Professor Anya Jenkins!” he announced, before taking a seat at the side of the stage.

To rapturous applause, a bottle-blonde woman of indeterminate age, but well-pressed and groomed, dressed in pink Chanel suit with white fur trimming, fishnet stockings and 3-inch Prada heels, stepped confidently onto the lectern. She cast her eyes impassively over the body of the audience before beginning her lecture.

“Thank you Mayor Giles, I can’t reiterate how proud I am to be part of this incredible city, which, under your leadership, has achieved levels of cleanliness never seen before,” she started.

Turning to the audience, she continued. “Today I would like to touch on the subject of sex aids. We are lucky that our educators decided that our children are to be introduced to the pleasures of sex from an early age, so they are taught the correct, and of course the only, way of engaging in the act. I’ve heard rumors that in other cities, couples actually have sex before 10pm, and not only do they not use the bed, they don’t bathe afterwards!”

The last statement was met by disbelief in the audience, with gasps of barely concealed disgust and much shaking of heads.

“Yes, it’s appalling, simply appalling,” she said sternly.

“I’ve been an inventor and sex counselor for many years, more years than I care to recall,” she smiled ruefully. An audience member shouted out, “but professor, you look so young!” to whom she nodded her agreement.

“I have several products for you today, I assure you that each one will perfectly satisfy both partners in each stage of the sex process and guarantee orgasms that are out of this world, every time,” she smiled sagely.

“My first product is a variation of the every day face mask, the one you wear when you’re feeling sniffly or coughy and don’t want to spread your germs around. But while you’re masked, it’s inconvenient for eating and drinking. The current design gives no option but to remove it thereby exposing the people around you to your germs and that’s discourteous. Additionally, not only are you inconvenienced at mealtimes, you’re forced to abstain from oral sex too.

“I have made a simple enhancement, I have added a zip fastener to the mask, to allow instant oral access. With the zip opening you’re free to eat whatever you fancy, without the fear of contamination. Those of you who have been turned off by oral sex because of the fear of touching a zone that is also used for passing out bodily waste materials will be happy to know that the zippered mask gives you protection in that area. In fact, I foresee a City-wide decree that from now on, all oral sex activities must be performed with the zippered mask,” she concluded triumphantly, while holding one such mask for all to see. She unzipped the compartment and stuck her fingers in and out of the opening, obviously trying to make an innuendo.

The audience was stunned, and gave her a thunderous round of applause. Many were seen nodding in relief, that their fear of touching that area assuaged.

Mayor Giles was furiously drafting the decree for the next city council meeting.

*****

“For my next demonstration, I’d like two women volunteers. It’ll be an advantage if they’re already sexually active, preferably with each other. Come on, don’t be shy,” she looked keenly at the audience, most of whom decided at that particular moment that the floor or ceiling were much more interesting.

Professor Jenkins frowned. Prudes. She turned to Mayor Giles and smiled sweetly. “Mayor, would you do the honors?” she breathed each word out, like a good seductress would do.

“Um, er, may be …,” he hesitated. His eyes roamed desperately before picking out a couple who were standing closer to each other than decorum dictated. “You two, Aisle Ushers! Over here,” he commanded.

The two ushers in question jumped and stared at him in dismay. However he was the mayor, so they knew they had no option but to obey. They made their way hesitantly towards the stage, the mocking sniggers of the audience ringing sharply in their ears.

Professor Jenkins regarded them critically. “You’ll do. What are your names?” she asked bluntly.

“Willow,” answered the redhead, who was beginning to sound mildly irritated.

“Tara,” said the blonde, in a voice that suggested she wanted to crawl into a dark, dank cave and not be noticed.

“It’s okay,” Willow reassured. “I won’t let them hurt you, honey,” she whispered softly, extending her hand to Tara’s back and soothing gently.

Tara nodded and smiled gratefully.

“Are you two sexually active? Have you seen each other naked? Had multiple, simultaneous orgasms yet?” Professor Jenkins fired at them.

They looked at her in horror, neither able to gather enough wits to say a word.

“Whatever. Now I’ll need you, what’s your name again?” she turned on the blonde, who muttered something. “Tara, right. I’ll need you put these on.”

Tara stared unbelievably at the rambling professor, who had just given her what looks like a pair of condoms, even though they were smaller and their middle peaked slightly.

“You don’t know what these are?” Professor Jenkins asked incredulously. Both Tara and Willow shook their heads. “Where have you been? These are Mood Indicators. You put them over your nipples and they change color depending on your mood and state of arousal,” she explained. “Now take your clothes off and put them on.”

“Wait a minute!” Willow protested.

“What? You’re refusing? No one refuses me,” the professor said, with a glance at the mayor, who nodded his assent. “You don’t have to show your tits to the audience, you can go behind the screen and your girlfriend can shout the results out.”

Tara swallowed hard. “May be if the lights are dimmed,” she appealed, her eyes on Willow.

Right on clue, the lights dimmed so the audience was no longer visible, and a soft light shone on the stage area.

Tara turned away from the audience, went behind the screen area and mentally prepared to take her top off. Willow meanwhile had moved in front of her and gave her a big smile of encouragement.

“Why are we doing this?” Tara asked.

“Because the mayor told us to,” Willow answered. “Are you not comfortable doing this? I’ll tell the professor and mayor no, even if it means we get into the mayor’s little black book.”

“No, that’s fine. If you stand in front of me and if I keep my back to the screen I won’t feel so exposed,” Tara said.

“Oh yeah, no one sees Tara boobies but me,” Willow said sternly.

Professor Jenkins’ voice rang out. “Are you ready?” she shouted.

Tara looked at Willow for a short moment and then started to unbutton her shirt.

“We are,” Willow said.

“Right, it should be obvious how they go, they fit onto the nipple like little hoods, the underside have a mild adhesive so they don’t fall off. Do you have them?” the professor asked.

By then Tara was topless, and even in the dim light Willow was rendered speechless at the sight of her beloved Tarabreasts in front of her.

Tara saw the appreciation in Willow’s eyes and her confidence grew. “Will, put these on me,” she said, handing over the mood indicators. “Tell me something, to take my mind off the fact that I’m sitting topless and the only thing protecting me from hundreds of greedy eyes is this screen and you.”

Willow tenderly attached the hoods to Tara’s nipples, watching them stiffen at her touch. That’s me, I caused that reaction. She brushed across them once more and was rewarded with a shiver down Tara’s body.

“Feels so good,” Tara purred.

Willow was about to continue when she was interrupted.

“What color are they?” Professor Jenkins asked.

“Um, blue,” Willow answered. Then she spoke softly so only Tara could hear. “Dark blue. Blue as your eyes when you look at me at the end of the day and I know what you want because that’s what I want too.”

“Okay, blue is for happiness, so Tara, are you happy?” That was the professor.

“Yes,” Tara said.

“Now Willow, kiss your girlfriend and tell us what color,” came further instructions.

Tara wanted to ask a question but Willow was already kissing her. When she pulled back, they were both breathing heavily.

“Red,” she reported. “Red hot. Burning,” she whispered. Tara blushed.

“Excellent,” Professor Jenkins concluded. “Well, you can get dressed now, if you continue kissing each other, arousal increases and the indicators will turn purple. The intensity of the purple depends on the state of arousal of course. Pale purple nipples, like a light lilac, says to your lover I’m ready. Dark purple nipples, like a rich plum color, screams Take me now!”

Tara finished dressing and they emerged from behind the screen. They bowed to the audience and Professor Jenkins asked them to stay on stage as observers, sitting them with Mayor Giles.

Even though they were sure the mayor would disapprove, they kept their hands entwined, neither willing to let go.

“Do we have to wait till 10 o’clock?” Willow asked, her thumb gently but insistently stroking the back of Tara’s hand.

“It’s the rules,” Tara breathed, leaning closer to Willow so they were as close as possible.

“How bendy do you think the rules are?” Willow said through clenched teeth, feeling Tara’s closeness, yet frustrated at not being able to touch her or kiss her senseless, as every cell inside is screaming out to her.

“I dunno, how bendy do you think we are?” Tara asked.

“I’m feeling very bendy,” Willow stated.

Tara smiled her half-smile. “Me too.”

They didn’t notice Mayor Giles, on their other side, trying not to listen and having to cross and uncross his legs several times.

*****

The lights returned to normal settings and the professor continued with her lecture.

“Now when you think of toothbrushes, whether manual or electric, what do you use them for?” she asked the audience.

“Brushing teeth,” said one smartass.

“Cleaning grime off my son’s sneakers,” said one Mom type.

“Making pretty patterns on my painting,” said a hippie-arty type.

“Well I’m proud to present what I’m calling the Swiss Army Knife of Toothbrushes. It looks like a regular electric toothbrush with a cell phone handle, but it actually is a cell phone. It also hides a pen-knife, spork and mini-screwdriver. See how the components retract like a regular Swiss army knife?” she demonstrated. “It also has a small internal heater so it doubles as hand warmer in cold weather.

“But wait! There’s more! Now I know you’re wondering what these functions have to do with this lecture. Well, I’m going to tell you. There is another function that toothbrushes are used for – one I specifically designed myself.

“You can help the environment by continuing to use your toothbrushes when they’re worn and can’t be used for cleaning teeth anymore. They’re excellent used as sex toys, particularly for women. Gently rub the backside, not the brushes, on a woman’s private parts and I guarantee instantaneous climax. The brush side might be too rough, but if your woman is in need of a more intense sensation, I suggest using the brushes softly. Let me demonstrate. Can I have another volunteer?”

She looked round expectedly, but the audience was again busy examining the floor or the backs of the seats in front of them. She did spy one young blonde girl who was obviously itching to raise her hand. She was about to point to the girl when she heard choking and coughing behind her, she looked back and Mayor Giles was cleaning his glasses and shaking his head imperceptibly.

Yep, definitely prudes. “Well then … that concludes the lecture part of my talk,” she said. The audience gave her a well-deserved standing ovation.

“Before I move on, I’d like to thank Mayor Giles and our two volunteers. To show my appreciation, I’m presenting to each of them a special gift,” she said as she handed a small, immaculately wrapped box to all three. “A Lady Anya special, only recently added to the line. It’s unisex, and makes a perfect gift for any man or woman.”

The audience hadn’t stopped clapping, and with that, Professor Jenkins began her Q&A session.

*****

Their supervisor relieved them of ushering duties. “Seeing how you’re famous now, you go enjoy those mood indicators Professor Jenkins gave you,” she said with a wink.

As soon as they were alone, they looked quickly around, and pounced on each other immediately.

“Oh Tara, you’re so beautiful,” Willow moaned into the blonde’s lips, savoring the softness and salty taste. She opened her mouth a fraction and proceeded to lick Tara’s luscious full lips.

Tara’s moans echoed Willow’s. “I didn’t want to do it, but it was so exciting, so sexy, to be naked to you and you only. That there was a roomful of people and all I wanted was to show you.”

“I want you so much, I can’t wait till tonight,” Willow pleaded.

Tara nodded and took Willow’s hand. “Let’s go home.”

It took them less time than usual to run home, by the time they kicked their door shut they were out of breath, though not all from the running.

Lips found each other without prompting and slick bodies rubbed urgently in perfect synchronization. A moan, two, echoed from their bodies, around the hallway, permeating every molecule of the air around them and the paint on the walls. Even the ghosts in the apartment were caught up in the intensity of the moment.

The kiss was long and hard. The air grew heated. The need to touch surged and swelled from deep within, gathering strength till it could no longer be contained.

The first touch was like hot coal on ice, as fiery as it was brief. Slick fingers found their way instinctively to the places they belonged, through the warmth wetness that welcomed and overwhelmed.

A lifetime of education were in danger of dissipating in that moment. Voices from the late night infomercials mocked them.
[blockquote]...uperSlick Cleaning Spray, gets rid of unwanted smells and stickiness with just one wipe ...

... acme disposable plastic sheets, the ultimate in protection for a clean healthy environment ...

... one sheet is good, but two doubles the protection, and don’t forget about the tarp on the floor... [/blockquote]
“We have to get … bed … sheet …” Willow groaned.

“No time … don’t … care,” Tara grunted.

“Oh fuck it,” Willow squeaked as she pumped her fingers faster while latching her teeth onto Tara’s neck.

“No. Fuck me,” Tara growled, and mirrored her lover’s actions.

“We’re rebels,” Willow hummed.

For the next four, twenty, a hundred and thirty minutes, even the ghosts blushed.

Eventually they made it to the bed, though their clothes were strewn about the room and they ensured that the bedsheets would need maximum laundry action, but that was afterwards. Now, it didn’t matter.

Their attention turned to the neatly boxed gifts from Professor Jenkins.

“What do you think they are?” Willow asked as she reached for one and started to pull the ribbon off.

“Won’t know till we open them,” Tara said, carefully opening the other box.

“What the –“

“Oh my.”

They could scarcely believe what they saw, and were gingerly picking up in their hands.

“Shiny.”

“Tiny too.”

“Yeah.”

“What are these?”

“I dunno. Look, instructions.”

The pressed play on the tiny recording device accompanying the gifts, and Professor Jenkins’ voice soon filled the bedroom.

“Congratulations! You are one of the very few specially selected and privileged recipients of Lady Anya’s patented Mini-Tongue Thongs version 3.5. This unique unisex garment gives a new meaning to the term Good Clean Fun. Made of material developed at NASA for use by astronauts, it cleans and renews itself, and will retain its freshness and built-in lemony scent for days. The small tongue-like attachments at the inside surface are suitable for both men and women, the tiny rotations providing just the right pressure to imitate the action of your partner’s tongue on your most intimate and needy regions.

“The speed and movement of the small tongues are controlled by a wireless remote unit that is so small that it can be slipped inside a jacket pocket without ruining the cutting. One charge of the battery provides a whole day’s fun, in private or public. Why not give up control by handing the remote unit to your partner who will then dictate when and how much your pleasure could be?

The Mini-Tongue Thong comes in sizes extra small through extra extra large. You can also choose between a thong, giving maximum friction; or a more traditional midi size that gives a snugger fit and added protection. It’s available in white, pink, red, blue, purple or black.

This product has my personal endorsement. I wear it myself all the time, you should too.”

They looked at each other when the recording finished.

“So –“ Tara started.

“Wow –“ Willow continued.

“What do you have?” Tara asked.

“Let’s see. Oh my god. Red thong with black lace trimmings, very, um, sexy,” Willow stuttered.

Tara reached into her box and blushed as she unwrapped the tissue paper. “Mine are pink, with sparkly bits, but feel them, it’s like silk, the sparkles are so soft to the touch.”

“Hmmm, I can run my hands over them all the time,” she commented, appreciating the feel of the material in her hands. “Want to try them on?”

“You want me to put items of clothing on? I thought you like me bare as a baby,” Tara teased.

“They’re sexy clothing, besides I want to feel,” Willow replied.

“You too.”

The sight, smell and feel of the thongs were so exquisite, they didn’t want to take them off. And they didn’t, for several days, several very tiring yet highly pleasurable days.

Even the ghosts were pleased.

Thank you, Professor Jenkins.

*****



The End

That was uh... . Wonderful. Love sam xx

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GayNowWhipped: Well I never figured Willow and Tara for following the rules. I enjoyed the use of the phrase pale purple nipples, though I'm sure Willow doesn't need an indicator...Tara can just give her that look. In fact your entire Clean City seems like an entertaining place, Giles being the Mayor....

But most importantly I've been sending that link of the dust slippers for cats to pretty much everyone I know. Lots of fun, nice job.

-wiccanbotanist

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Even though Car categorically denied being related to gaynowwhipped, she's aware.

Who is gaynowwhipped?

1. Car's slave?
2. What you get if you mix Car and Cam?
3. A figment of your imagination?
4. A figment of my imagination?
5. Other ____?

CONFESSION TIME. It's an inside joke and the joke is firmly on me. So, yeah, gaynowwhipped = another product of watson's over active but unbelievably difficult to grasph imagination. Sorry if I konfused anyone.

sam - love your fb. Drool, heehee. Gets the point across, and I LOVE IT.

wiccanbotanist - the fact that the fic is researched and has a link to something either silly or sexual ... it's pretty much me! The idea of Clean City came to me while I was reading through that book of useless Japanese inventeions. Plus, Giles is always cleaning his glasses, who better to be mayor? Willow and Tara following the rules? Well, they've been taught that since young, but look! they were so into each other that years of conditioning failed and they can't keep their hand off each other.


Again, apologies for my silliness and (one of) my other personalities. Do I get some sort of special Foursome Extra award for contributing 2 entries to a challenge? Or am I getting another bottle opener?

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Feedback for the deserving...

SallyMcFine: That was both hysterical and hot...excellent job. I think I said 'Poor Giles' about five times while reading that. Just thinking about him at an exhibit like that made me giggle. And the thong over the stall...LOL. I could see Tara having named underwear if Willow bought them and they said 'My Tara'.

wiccanbotanist: Great job...way to apply foreign languages for perverted uses...that's about all I can do with mine these days. But now I want to go to the western store too...images of cowgirl Tara...all that leather...yum.

watsonx2:

Song of the White Lady: Great feel to it, very episodic...characters meshed well. Techno use was great for me...reminded me of a hacking a Bluetooth conversation I had with one of my professors last winter. I do have a personal annoyance factor with anyone who calls/texts when they are right outside the door or place where they could talk in person...I had this moronic roommate who used to send IM's when she was sitting about five feet away in our dorm room...anyway. Liked the convo with yummy pictures...the mental images were rather spectacular. And the smut...very hot.

Sex and the Clean City: You know you're my twisted geeky hero, right? Multiple personalities and imagination off the charts? I'm swooning. Anya's inventions were so hilarious...and very Anya + sanitary. And woohoo for the horny rebels of Clean City.

BTW...

I'm not sure the world is ready for such a force.




As for me...sorry Car...I think I'm gonna stay at three entries unless I get inspired soon.

~Cyd

watson/whipped: woo hoo! I love Clean City! The whole 'come up here on stage and model these sex toys for us' reminds me of a Monty Python sketch or movie, although I have no idea which one. Yee-haw.



This made me laugh, heh. As did 'Mini-Tongue Thongs.' Those would sell like hotcakes I'm sure. Especially self-cleaning. A person would never have to change her underwear. Hrm.

I just love Anya - I've found she's one of my favorite characters to write, and I really liked your presentation of her. Of course she would be a sex toy researcher and manufacturer! Heh. I'm surprised that she never tried to have the Magic Box carry magic sex toys, come to think of it. Well, I guess some things were beyond the WB and UPN.

hermitfish:



Aw, man! I wish I had written it that way. 'My Tara' would have been much better and probably less out of character. I suppose it would be cheating to go back and edit the original post now, eh?

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Many congratulations to wiccanbotanist and watson for being Foursome Award Winners! Here is a major award for you both. Congratulations!!!

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Oh. My. God. SALLY!!! That is sooooo awesome. Thank you thank you thank you!!

I'm trying to read the inscription on the thongs but I can't , love the toothbrush of course anything with our girls will make my heart melt.

Go me! Go wiccanbotanist!!!

btw: May I put the award on my own website? Please? Pretty please? I can copy it to my server so it doesn't waste your bandwidth.


Now, if that isn't motivation enough for more entries, I don't know what is. Membership for the Foursome Award is wide open, we're gladly accepting allcomers.

Replies while I'm gloating over my award.


You know, I'm British, and I should know this, but I don't. I'm slightly ashamed now. The whole concept of Clean City just came to me, literally, while goofing around with Car (ask her). Anya is so easy to write, especially for sexually explicit stuff like that. You're sooo right, I can totally imagine her selling sex toys at the Magic Shop, I mean, we have the Magic wand. Hmmm, may be she had a thriving mail order business on the side?

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Well we talk to the person next to our desk on the phone, under the pretence of working very hard of course. But yeah, if I'm meeting people and I'm may be 1 min walk away and they call me, I tend to ignore the call.


Awww, shucks. Thanks my friend.


Right back at ya, sweetie.


the question is, a force of what? Tidal wave? Smartassness? Surrounded by cough till you drop smoke? Watch out world! Here comes the Force of Cam'n'Car!

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watson:

I swiped the thong from Google images, and it says "Librarians do it quietly" but we can pretend that it says "Witches do it magically" since it's almost illegible, unless the librarian thing is actually appropriate since in #4 Giles has to hear a lot of embarrassing smutty talk!

Glad you like it. You deserve it and so does wiccanbotanist, a fic in each challenge is quite an accomplishment (and two fics in the fourth - can't get enough fourplay, eh?).

Edited to add: I figured I'd edit this post rather than starting a new one since watson did it too and imitation is the sincerest form of flattery.

watson: Of course you can put the award on your website! You can feel free to put the image on your server or just link directly to it - it's on photobucket, which is free public hosting so there's not a bandwidth issue that I know of. But whatever you want, darlin'. PS - you have a website? What's the URL?



Okay, I'm asking - Car?

PS - Cyd and watson used to be chemists? I used to be a molecular biologist and I used to clean out our lab coffeepot with undiluted acetic acid, which was probably not smart. We had some kind of phrase like "Molecular biologists do it in sequence" or something dumb like that. Now I'm a professional homosexual and we don't have a phrase, but I want to think of one, like maybe "Lesbians do it with their long-term monogamous civilly united same-sex partners and they deserve privacy and protection from discrimination" which is probably how it would end up edited after our PR folks made sure it was 'on message.'

PPS - I have a feeling that if Cordelia were the moderator here, she'd tell us to take it to chat. tee hee

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