Title: Geek Love
Author: watty
email: hiddenwatson at gmaildotcom
Distribution: please email me first
Rating: PG-13 to R
Disclaimers: BtVS characters and concepts belong to Mutant Enemy, Fox, The WB, UPN and others. Densha Otoko characters and concepts belong to Fuji Television, Toho Ltd and others.
Summary: Contemporary AU. Shy geek rescues and falls in love with perfect woman. No, does not compute.
Notes: this is based on the Japanese phenomenon,
densha otoko ("train man"), which was supposed to be a true story and which begat a book, several
manga series, a
film, and a
tv series. This is also my first attempt at fluff. Hee.
Notes 2: the IRC channel #geeklove actually exists on irc.blitzed.org, thanks to MistressWashi for setting it up for me.
Part 20
"Tara?" Willow was staring at the person at her door with disbelief and astonishment.
"I really should have called first, I'm so sorry," Tara apologized.
From somewhere, Willow found her composure. "Where are my manners? Come in." She stepped aside and let Tara in.
"Did I interrupt you?" Tara finally noticed Willow's wet hair, the robe and how she seemed to be still dripping. Not unlike Tuesday night at the fountainside, she thought wryly.
"Oh, I was in the shower," Willow said sheepishly. As if suddenly shy, she wrapped the robe tighter around her body. "Make yourself at home, I'll be back in a minute."
Tara didn't have to wait long, Willow was back quickly, dressed in a frayed sweatshirt and green cargo pants that clashed with the sweatshirt. Her hair was still wet, and in her hurry she had only towel dried it and forgotten to brush it. Tara resisted the urge to reach out and smooth out the knots sticking out from the back of her head.
"I don't normally show up on people's doorsteps uninvited," Tara started.
"Don't make a habit of it unless it's my doorstep," Willow said. "Um, well, that is, I'm being possessive ... oh heck, you must be here for a reason."
"I've been thinking."
"And?"
"We think we know each other, but we don't."
"Way to go, Einstein! You know what? I've been thinking too. In the shower especially, cuz I seem to come up with my best thoughts in the shower. Come with me," Willow didn't wait for Tara to respond before marching upstairs.
The fall on my head must have moved my brain around. It's the whole Take-Charge Willow coming out.
She paused outside her bedroom and placed her hand on the knob. This was it, within the few minutes of inviting Tara into her house she decided that she would show Tara everything.
"Will?"
"I want you to see something, okay? This is my room, and no it's not some pick-up line, there's something I want you to see, and something very important I want to tell you," Willow looked at Tara with a grave expression on her face.
"Is this the something important you were going to tell me a few weeks ago?" Tara's seriousness matched Willow's.
"This is more," Willow said simply, and opened the door to let Tara inside.
Tara was greeted by a room that was a mixture of a science fiction movie and a toy shop (at least to her mind). It was filled with toys, figures and books. Posters adorned wall space that wasn't taken up by shelves. Three laptops of different colors (metallic, white and black) sat side by side on a desk.
Willow closed the door softly and allowed Tara a few moments to take in the atmosphere and contents of the room. "When I was in high school, Xander introduced me to anime cartoons," she began slowly. "We started collecting games and toys, especially of our favorite character, a sort of superhero with a cute voice called Mina. We went to every event and convention we could afford. To get limited posters, I've camped outside a store for 3 nights straight. We count the days till the next edition of our favorite comic comes out.
"I spend all of my waking hours in front of a computer, either at work or at home. I have more friends online than in real life; I've only met a handful of them in person but we share so much in common, they feel like they are my family sometimes. There have been days and weekends when I don't leave the house and the only people I interact with is by typing at them.
"I've never been to a trendy restaurant until that time I met you, I know nothing about fashion or dinner parties or expensive brand names. I hate shopping."
Willow stopped her narration. Tara had turned around when she started, and her expression grew stony, then dazed, before settling on curious. Willow took a deep breath before continuing. "This is the type of person I am, Tara. If you find me lame and want nothing to do with me anymore, I won't blame you. I'm telling you this because I don't want to lie to you anymore. I did it once and it hurt both of us. I want us to be on good terms, may be acquaintances or good friends, but I'd rather it be more, you know?"
Tara stood rock-still throughout Willow's declaration, words and emotions were racing through her mind in a thousand directions yet she was able to focus on what Willow's was saying. This was a side of Willow she hadn't seen before. The same sincerely and earnestness was there, but there was conviction too. And ... a promise.
It was a long minute before Tara let out a long breath. Willow had not moved either, her expression quiet yet intense.
"This isn't fair. You said what I wanted to say before I could say it," Tara said softly. "I think you are the most sincere and genuine person I've ever met. You know so much about computers, you think it's a disadvantage? It isn't. I've never read a comic, or played a computer game, or watched an anime cartoon. I have two best friends in real life, one is so self-involved that I can't even come out to her. I come from a small town in Alabama and for the first year I moved to California I had to take voice lessons to get rid of my southern accent."
Tara watched as a trace of comprehension, and a margin of hope, slowly spread across Willow's features. "This is the type of person I am, Willow. I was afraid you find my life empty and want nothing to do with me anymore, and that scared me. I definitely want us to be on good terms, acquaintances or good friends is fine. But I'd rather it be more too, and can we sit down so I can kiss you now?"
Later they couldn't recall who tackled who first, or who ended up on top on whom, or how they managed to get their arms and legs so tangled up. Lips and tongues and kisses were all they could remember. Soft and sensual. Tender and tight. And very important.
*****
"Hi."
"You're home."
"You're so cute when you're stating the obvious."
"Ooops, I'm obvious girl. What are you doing?"
"I'm just re-arranging my bedside table so I can put my birthday present nearest to my bed."
"Are you sure this is what you want?"
Tara settled down on her bed and smiled at the new arrangement on her bedside table. "It's cute. I've never owned an action figure before. I didn't even have a Barbie."
Willow almost sat up. "You didn't have a Barbie? That simply won't do. We're going to ToysRUs."
Tara's laughter was silvery. "Hmm, cute."
"Hey, you should know that Barbies are the reason I, um, stopped dating boys."
"I thought you never dated anyone. Well, not until me."
"I dated Xander until I was five. He stole my Barbie and it traumatized me so much that I swore I'd never date men again."
"You're making this up."
"You can ask Xander, he'll back me up. No, scrap that, he'll deny it. Ask my mom, she'll verify that he stole my Barbie."
"We're at 'meet the parents' already?"
"Oh. We should talk about this first, shouldn't we?"
"At some point, yes. Um, do they know?"
"Know? Oh. Not really, it hasn't come up before. Can we talk about something else?"
"Sweetie, you can't avoid--"
"I'm not being avoidy, I just ... I just want to talk about something else. Please?"
"Okay, how about your promise?"
"My promise?"
"You forgot, didn't you?"
"Um, various signs of hesitation ..."
"Buy.New.Computer."
"Eeeeep."
"You forgot!"
"Hey, I've been pre-occupied! Hospitalized even."
"Fine. You realize you'll have to be punished?"
"Gulp."
"As punishment, you'll have to take me to the computer store tomorrow. I don't care if you had other plans, because I can't wait to see you again."
"As if I had any other plans."
"And then afterwards, you take me to your usual hang-outs."
"No, you don't want to go to those places!"
"I want to see. You promised to show me everything."
"Well, when I said everything ..."
"What's wrong with going to the computer store or comic store or to the video arcade?"
"You might find them bewildering that's all."
"You'll be there to show me round, that's enough for me."
"Sweet-talker."
"Cutie."
"
Oh Willow, kiss me again. Oh. Oh. Oh."
"Not fair! I do not sound like that. And I thought you liked it."
"I did! I do! Now I don't want to change the sheets because they smell and feel of you."
"Will, eventually you'll have to wash them, because if you don't they'll start smelling of something else."
"Yeah, it's kinda gross, the more I think about it."
"Talking about sheets, I'm going to bed, I can't keep my eyes open. Sleep well and dream of me."
"I will. Night Tara."
"Night Willow."
*****
[blockquote]
*wattysbrain swoons
*uberqueen slaps Willow on the back, watches in horror as her spine breaks in seventeen places
congratulations, Willow
*harley breaks into a loud, off-key rendition of ... an epic love song from a random musical
this is amazing *tears* I feel exactly how those fluffy romantic novels describe it -- melty, giddy, can't breathe ... I'm a walking talking cliché
so you really gave her your limited edition Rocket Mina as birthday present?
your first editions?
yep
*respect*
it was so natural. You know I'd never let anyone touch it with a 10 foot pole (no snide remarks about poles please), I *wanted* her to have it so badly
wow, listen to you
unfortunate name for a band but very appropriate:
[center]I feel it in my fingers
I feel it in my toes
Love is all around me
And so the feeling grows[/center]
which one's that? it was from one of those Hugh Grant romantic comedies wasn't it?
"Love is all around" -- Wet Wet Wet. I snigger every time I see the name of the band
wasn't it a cover of an old song?
yeah, by the Turtles or the Trolls or something like that. 60s band (yes guys, I am a very poor substitute for mary and her brain full of music trivia)
Troggs
lol troggs, silly me how can I forget
lol
lol (and watty: mary is an exception, don't feel bad)
oh, it was from four weddings, which has probably the most beautifully read eulogy I've ever seen (I don't. I know I'll never reach mary's level)
I remember, it was a tearjerker. let me find it ...
of course, watty didn't cry when she was watching that part. she was probably fixated on the flooring or the color of the piano
hey! and, um, not so much flooring or color ... John Hannah's sexy Scottish accent[/small voice]
Scottish pirate accent!
okay, first it's Ted's hair, now John Hannah's sexy accent ... you're sooo straight
funeral blues (cached version)
it was also read at your Queen Mother's funeral, watty
welcome back, Willow-geek!
*my* queen mum? sigh, she was a lovely lady
looking forward to getting back to action figure talk, Will
chris is right. you're not gonna abandon us now that you have a girl are you?
you know, like *certain* other people who go missing for days and days after they get together, right C?
well, I'm here now
stop harassing the poor girl, you're bigger than her, it's not fair
yeah yeah, all the coupled ones stick together
jealousy will get you nowhere, car, least of all a girl
she shoots! she scores!
watty?
yes car?
do you want somewhere to stay next time you visit Chicago?
*wattysbrain is shutting up now and promises to buy more weirdly named chocolate products
lol. boy I've missed this
so, going back to the part where Willow promised to bring Tara here to meet us ...
- snip -
[/blockquote]
*****
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by diamondforever » Sat Nov 25, 2006 2:14 pm 
are simply meant to be
for things to get right soon, Someone must play the grown up right?
MUST HAve MORE (':pray')
Wait, I won't do that. Will I? I'll say this -- things are beginning to come together, and if Willow's knock on the head and Anya's rather harsh words to Tara don't do it, then what else? Thanks for hanging in there.
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