Hi,

I usually try to answer feedback stuff when I post a new chapter, but I felt that this last comment required an answer.



Since the question has come up before, I'm creating a general answer.

I answered a similar question in a previous post, Willow is 15 and Tara is 16. It is hard to believe that girls could be that innocent nowadays, but I base Willow's information on Episode 18, "Killed by Death" from Season 2, when she is a junior in high school and learns the following about "playing doctor". Here is the dialogue from the shooting script:

[center]WILLOW
Oh, I'm good with medical stuff.
Xander and I used to play doctor all
the time.

XANDER
(off their looks)
No, she's being literal. She had all
these medical volumes, used to
diagnose me with stuff. I didn't
have the heart to tell her she was
playing it wrong.

WILLOW
Wrong? Why?
(to Buffy)
How did you play doctor?

BUFFY
(lying, embarrassed)
I never have. [/center]

So we learn that Willow, at age 16 or 17 is more innocent than most kids are; clearly she is more innocent than Buffy or Xander, based on the shooting script of the show and more innocent as a junior then Xander was when they "played doctor" as kids. And I used a similar scene at the party, of course based on the above information.

In addition, in Episode 1 of Season 1 Willow describes her literal inability to talk to boys with the exception of Xander.

In making Willow a couple of years younger, it seemed sensible to me to make her even more innocent.

As to Tara, she appears for the first time as a freshman in college, about 19 years old in Season 4, Episode 10, entitled "Hush" so there is not nearly as much information to go on when trying to imagine her a few years younger. I based Tara's level of innocence on a variety of things, but especially on her brother's comment in "Family" which is episode 6 of Season 5.

[center]DONNY
What, alla you hang out?
(to Tara, playfully)
That's more people than you
MET in high school.
(to the others)
Tara wasn't too social back when.
I don't think she spoke till she was
eight --[/center]

Granted, the line about Tara not speaking was not in the final cut and it's also true that Donny was being unkind, but there is a kernal of truth there and I feel justified in believing that Tara did not have any real friends, much less experience with a romantic relationship. She does, however, have cousin Beth whom I chose to utilize in my story as someone a bit more wordly, more popular, and more traditionally pretty. Cousin Beth asserts herself much more confidently than Tara in her only appearance (same episode as Donny) when she attacks Tara as selfish and threatens to expose Tara's behavior to her father.

So, bottom line, everyone writing a W/T story makes choices and interprets information to create their versions of these wonderful, vibrant, beloved characters. My choices for this story may not be perfect, but they are based on a sincere love for the characters and my best interpretation of the shooting scripts, combined with my own imagination.

I feel that their level of experience is similar enough that neither is exploiting or damaging the other. What I see instead, and certainly what I'm trying with all my heart to create, is a genuinely loving and supportive relationship that strengthens and enriches them both.

Thank you for being forthright in sharing your concern, I hope I addressed it for you and for any others. I'd like to suggest communicating by PM if you or any other readers have any other questions about the same topic so that other stories aren't "bumped down" as a result.

Thanks again,

Ariel

Yay for great update-y goodness... I really liked their first time and how Tara literaly had to explain everything... I definately like Tara's moms explanation to Sheila's...

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Sorry I've not commented for a while on your story but I am loving it more and more each time I read it, from Cordy being attacked after bade mouthing Tara and having dried pasta stufed up her nose, loved Tara telling the girl who attacked Cordy to apologise but not mean it to Tara explaining things surreptitiously to a very green Willow.

You're most recent chapter, when they finally sleep together was beautiful, with neither of them being sure what to do and slowly feeling their way into making love with one another, it was just so sweet.

Keep up the awesome work Ariel

Ariel, sweet Ariel,

Last time it was the purple satin chaise, this time since I'm in Disneyworld it is the black and white Minnie shaped chaise.

I completely got your reference Gomez, and what a doux tâtonnements première fois, for example:



Their innocence evolving into more mature knowledge, you did very sweetly again with the tickling that results in an accidental grope to move things along.



I loved this, it was so cute and funny.


Ewwww... yeah... that whole exchange with Willow's Mom is creepy, intrusive and oddly it could be taken as...clinical. Whereas it seems Tara's Mother was a bit more romantic about it, but sincere.

*sigh* I have to say I memorized "Nothing Gold Can Stay" when I was 12, and I love Robert Frost. But Tara whispering to a sleeping Willow "stay gold" makes me apprehensive (and makes me think of The Outsiders).

Just another of the 'melting" and "singing"....

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More opportunity to get involved as Willow and Tara face an important naming challenge. Yes, read below and feedback or e-mail your name suggestions (see section in body of story) be sure to specify relevant details.


Wimpy:


Heartfelt thanks for ALL your support both reading and for the lovely PM’s! Their physical relationship will always have a mixture of the goofy and the glorious. I’ll do my best to walk that line with love.


Laragh:


So very glad you liked it. I was nervous about writing this and I looked at your writing, Robin’s “The Wave”, and BeMyDeputy’s “Queen of Hearts” and FineyMcFine's "Racing the Rain" for inspiration. No offense to anyone else, your stories captured a tender first time moment for me.

Also glad we share a love for “Nothing Gold Can Stay.” See note to Vampyregurl below! There’s more of us than we thought!


SMGOVAN:

That warmed my heart . . . *sigh* Thanks so much for writing. It means more than you know!


MAGGIE!: (first name basis, I’m in the club at last – woohoo!)

Thank you, love needs to shine and be seen!


Nue:

Me, too! Definitely felt some nostalgic yearnings . . . I hope to do their love justice, there is a lot more to tell. Stay with this and thanks so much for writing!


Shel AKA FineyMcFine:

So glad it touched you. You are such a fine writer yourself! (see note to Laragh above!) And YES Willow is catching on very fast indeed! In fact Tara is just a little breathless contemplating their next research project!


Nanotech:
Thanks for reading and taking the time to write. Your concern was important so I hope we’re good that Tara’s 16 and Willow’s 15 and their both very innocent for their ages. Appreciate your honesty – happiness to you and yours!


Robin AKA LonelyTara

See note to Laragh above, thanks for bringing me the WAVE and providing inspiration for that scene through your own work!


Zampsa19752001:

Yeah. Sheila’s a creepy shrink (as opposed to a good shrink!) who wants Willow to track along the right developmental timetable without thinking about how she is being an utterly intrusive clod.


WillowTaraLover:

Thank you, O Prince of Pirate Stories, for taking the time to read and comment! Glad to take turns entertaining each other!


Vampyregurl:


‘Sweet groping’ indeed! Again with the French! And thank you once more O most delightful of diva’s. Brava, simply, brava! And yes, tickling was a convenient method for starting to touch. (I've used it myself! )



Yeah. I did too, actually. And I first heard it in The Outsiders. Ironically, I wasn’t thinking of Johnny’s letter to Ponyboy, but it must have been inside me because Tara looked at Willow and was touched by her innocence. Not Willow’s sexual innocence which Tara shares, but her innocence of horror - of the evil that people do to each other. And specifically it refers to the occasional physical abuse that Tara endures and how it has hurt her physically and emotionally. (You knew that already!)


Another word for orgasm, curiously enough is ‘dying’ and orgasm is referred to as ‘the little death’ just a piece of trivia for someone who can appreciate Morticia Adams. . .



Title: How I met your mother*
Author: Ariel
Email: blaziak@yahoo.com
Feedback: All feedback welcomed, specific input appreciated.
Rating: R rating for nudity and W/T happiness for this chapter.
Disclaimer: I don't own these characters, but I love to take them for a ride!
Summary: A/U before season 1, the summer after Willow's freshman year with a large dose of Queen Cordelia at her bitchy best and teen-aged angst.

*no connection to the sit-com of the same name

Thoughts are in italics.



Part 13: The Morning After


Willow awakened and stretched luxuriously in Tara’s arms. Then she snuggled closer and tightened her embrace, loving the feeling of Tara’s warm skin pressed against hers. “Body kisses,” she murmured. Then she met Tara’s eyes and lifted her lips with the delightful certainty that there would be more Tara kissage. Willow was right, Tara leaned down and took tender possession of her lips and they ravished each other’s mouth with the confidence of young lovers.


“I feel all glow-y.” Willow smiled, and then sat up energetically, “let’s do it over again!” Then an instant later her tummy rumbled and they heard the breakfast bell ring.


They started by groaning but ended up laughing together as they scrambled into their clothes and carefully locked the door behind them. Then they kissed each other once more, silently promising their night together, and climbed down the ladder. Next they ran to their cabin to change shirts.


Willow saw Tara’s shirt come off and she stepped forward to take the creamy softness of Tara’s bra covered breasts in her hands, kissing one then carefully kissing the other. “So they don’t get jealous,” she explained. Then her eyes lit up. “I’m going to name your breasts!”


Tara’s jaw dropped and she felt each cell of her body ignite in the mightiest blush of her life.


Willow looked anxious, “I can, can’t I? I mean, unless you’ve already named them. Did you?”


Tara somehow managed to shake her head ‘no’ while still remaining in a state of shock.


Willow grinned, taking that as permission to unleash her imagination. “Great! We’ll do it tonight.” Her green eyes sparkled with mischief. “Of course this is going to take ex-ten-sive research!”


Suddenly Tara stepped forward and hugged Willow tight, kissing her then leaning back to run her fingers through Willow’s beautiful hair until Willow started bouncing up and down on the balls of her feet.


“So tonight’s the night!”


Suddenly Tara grinned back, letting a wicked light flare in her gorgeous blue eyes, “O-only if I get to name yours!”


“Deal!”


Then their eyes met and they started to laugh together as they raced to put on clean shirts and head out for breakfast.


As they stepped onto the outside porch of the dining hall, they saw Jenilee waiting for them. She drew them aside for a moment and smiled. “I believe you have a key I may have uh lost.”


“Key? What key?” Willow blushed. “Oh yeah. THAT key!” She fished it out of her pocket and handed it to Jenilee who winked then flashed a smile. “Welcome to the riding club, girls!”


They both blushed and stumbled off so awkwardly that they were glad to fill their plates at the buffet line without spilling anything on themselves. Then they joined Hallie who was sitting at their table with their kids. She flashed them a cheerful grin. “Glad you two made it! I was about to send out a search party.”


“Th-thanks, Hallie!” Tara’s tone was grateful and Willow nodded her fervent agreement.


“Hope you two had fun!” Hallie observed their blushes with an amused smirk then left to rejoin Lawanna and their kids at their own table.


Devola stared at them critically. “Why are you all red?”


They exchanged glances. Then Willow answered, “Well we ran all the way over here! Uh, did you have fun with Hallie?”


The kids nodded. Towanda spoke up. “We went on a secret mission!”


Lisa chipped in, “We snuck through the entire camp and—“


“Spied on people,” Devola said conspiratorially. “It was great! There’s a whole bunch of cracks and knotholes and stuff. Mrs. Finch puts some kind of cream on her top lip!”


Connie Ferguson chimed in, “And Cordelia puts her hair in rollers and puts goopy white stuff on her face!”


Bettina frowned, “Cordelia’s a big fat—“


Willow and Tara both reached out hands to cover her mouth.


Bettina crossed her arms stubbornly. “Well she is!”


Towanda grinned, “Hey, it’s time for a new swear word of the day!”


Bettina continued her glowering, “’Cordelia’ is my swear word!”


Lisa disagreed, “Can’t use someone’s name.”


“Can too!”


Towanda made a seven-year-old’s attempt at diplomacy. “Just shut up about it, Betts, okay?”


“How about ‘vomit’?” Suggested Devola.


Connie and Kate grimaced but Debbie asked admiringly, “How did you get so disgusting, Devola?”


Devola grinned, “I had to take special classes.” Most of the girls cracked up laughing, then the serious discussion continued until Debbie recalled a train trip through Southern California and “Cucamonga Breath” became the swear words of the day.


A moment later Mrs. Finch announced the morning Counselor’s meeting and the group gathered again in the circle of chairs.


“Good morning, everybody. Any comments before we get started?”


Tara raised her hand, “I want Willow b-back for the riding program.”


Cordelia’s dark eyes flashed, “But we agreed that she would help me with crafts since Faith is already helping you.”


Tara’s voice was firm. “No, we agreed to try it for one day. F-faith does a good job on riding, but I need Willow to help with the paperwork and m-manage the schedules!”


Willow grinned and moved her body closer so that they were sitting leg to leg.


Mrs. Finch wavered, “Well, you do have Faith—“


Tara cut her off. “Y-you s-said the program was important and to ask for wh-what I need. I need Willow.


“And we know for what!” Cordelia hissed under her breath.


Tara’s face felt hot, but she pretended not to hear and looked steadily at Mrs. Finch. “Willow and Faith. I n-need them both.”


Mrs. Finch made an exasperated gesture. “Fine! You may continue for the remainder of the week and I’ll let you know if I approve. Can we move on? Thank you!”


The rest of the meeting was fairly routine, just reminders about being sure the kids wore sunscreen, drank enough water, and actually brushed their teeth and showered.


As everyone stood up to leave, Mrs. Finch shot Willow and Tara a glance. “I’d like to see you two in my office.”


“W-we have an advanced riding—“


“Now, please.”


Tara and Willow exchanged glances, then Tara hurried to find Faith who was in the kitchen, scraping plates and loading the dishwasher. “Faith! Mrs. Finch wants to see us right now. C-can you get the young advanced class saddled? Keep ‘em in the Corral.” She shot Faith a reassuring glance. “I’m asking about m-more money for you.”


Faith’s grin lit up her face. “Great, T. Hey, why don’t I saddle up Midnight for you?” Tara started to thank her but she waved it off. “No worries, I got it!”


“Hey, T.” Suddenly the grin slid off Faith’s face. “You don’t think, I mean this isn’t about the party is it?”


Tara’s face was grim. “L-let’s hope not.” She left the kitchen and re-entered the dining hall.


Then she turned to Willow and slid an arm around her waist. “Ready?”


Willow smiled a little unsteadily, but gave her waist an answering squeeze. “Ready.”


The walk to Mrs. Finch’s office was, as usual, far too short. They entered, finding her just hanging up the phone.


“Sit down, girls.”


They sat, instinctively edging their chairs closer together and clasping hands.


Mrs. Finch sighed. “Your cabin’s Senior Counselor will not be coming until either the middle or the end of next week. Can you two carry on with your girls until—“


Tara’s smile was luminous. “Oh, yes!”


Willow bounced in her chair. “Absolutely! Willow and Tara Cabin-ification continues!”


Mrs. Finch smiled. “Good!” She looked confused for a moment. “There’s one other thing . . . “


Tara jumped in. “Uh, M-Mrs. Finch. It’s about Faith and some other stuff.”


“Go ahead, Tara.”


Tara took a deep breath and felt a reassuring hand squeeze from Willow.


“F-first, we haven’t settled the m-money stuff. Willow and I are getting J.C. pay and at least one of us should get the extra m-money for a S-senior.”


Mrs. Finch looked a little taken aback.


“L-look, I know we’re not 18 and we’re not experienced counselors, so j-just give most of the extra to Faith and keep the rest. I already get paid more as a program m-manager so that’s okay.”


She looked at Willow for confirmation and got an enthusiastic nod.


Mrs. Finch cleared her throat. “I will take that under advisement and let you know.” She managed a smile. “In the mean time, please keep up the good work.” She glanced at her watch. “Heavens! Why aren’t you two with the advanced riding class! Hurry!”


Tara and Willow grinned at each other, then jumped to their feet and headed for the stables.


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The girl had chin length straight cinnamon colored hair, light brown eyes, and a light dusting of freckles across her cheeks and nose. She was dressed in an English riding costume and had simply mounted Ghost, the white mare. She sat stiffly, without speaking to any of the other girls.


Towanda looked her over, “who are you supposed to be?”


Kate smiled in a friendly way, “You kind of remind me of Velvet Brown in ‘National Velvet’. Are you dressing up?”


The girl rolled her eyes. “I’m dressed for riding English.”


Kate frowned, “I don’t think there are any English saddles here.”


The girl was definitely put out. “What kind of a place is this, anyway?”


Devola smiled, proudly. “We’re the advanced riding class, uh the younger advanced riding class.” She grinned, “They keep us separate so we don’t show up the big girls and embarrass them!”


The girl seemed bored. “Well, I’m definitely an advanced rider. I can gallop and I’m learning how to jump, too.”


Towanda was tired of her. “Yeah sure.”


The girl flushed. “Are you calling me a liar?”


Towanda stared straight into her eyes. “We’re not allowed to gallop yet, so I guess we’ll never know. Lucky for you!”


The girl stiffened and glared at Towanda. She dismounted swiftly to the ground, pulled the gate open enough to get out then remounted just as Faith entered leading Arrow and Midnight.


Tara and Willow ran towards the corral. “Stop!”


“I can so gallop! Watch me!” Then the girl shot through the open gate on Ghost and kicked her into a gallop.


“Stop! Wait for us!” Tara swung herself onto Midnight while Faith mounted Arrow.


“You can’t stop me!” She had a good head start and was putting a lot of distance between her and the corral.


“Willow! Keep them in the corral. Faith, come on!” With that, Tara raced through the gate with Faith right behind her.


The girl laughed with defiant exhilaration, “Can’t catch me!” Then she leaned over Ghost’s back and savored the wind whipping against her face while Tara and Faith galloped behind her and began closing the gap.


Suddenly a gopher popped out of its hole a few yards away and Ghost veered sharply to the right, almost unseating the girl. She screamed, her grip loosening on the reins, as a terrified Ghost ran flat out.


Tara was hunched over Midnight’s neck, coaxing every last bit of speed she could from the powerful gelding. She turned to Faith and shouted, “Where’s she heading?”


Faith was white faced. “The bluffs.”


Tara knew the rest, six foot high bluffs with a panicked horse; injury or death were stark possibilities. “Grab the reins if you can. If she’s too close, I’ll try to grab her before . . . “ Tara didn’t finish the sentence, she almost laid flat along Midnight’s back and she rode faster than she had ever dared ride before.


Meanwhile the girl was frozen on her horse, the reins had slipped through her panicked fingers and her feet were edging out of the stirrups while Ghost galloped blindly towards the bluff.


Faith bit her lip. Arrow was part quarter horse and had done his share of barrel racing. He was a sprinter and this was one race he had to win! She began edging up on Ghost’s left. Her dark eyes narrowed, focusing on her target; gotta catch the reins, gotta catch the reins!


She heard Tara racing up behind her then on the other side of Ghost but kept her eyes on the prize as she clenched her knees in tight against Arrow and leaned out to the right to grab the reins. She began turning both horses left just a couple of feet from the lip of the bluff.


At the same time, Tara saw the girl sliding off to the right. Tara leaned to the left, flung her arm around the girl’s waist, and jerked her across Midnight’s shoulders. Midnight saw the edge of the bluff, reared in terror, and Tara felt the girl’s weight slam against her chest then drop back across the horse as Tara turned Midnight sharply to the right.


They turned their horses back towards the corral, then Tara and Faith stared at each other, eyes enormous with terror at what might have happened. Faith swallowed, tasting blood from her bitten lip and Tara forced a smile.


“Faith, y-you were amazing!”


Faith smiled raggedly, then quirked an eyebrow. “Nothing to it, T. Nice run, huh?”


Tara took a shaky breath and managed to grin back, “V-very relaxing. We should do it again some time!”


They walked back to the corral, allegedly to rest their horses but in reality to regain their composure while the girl remained awake but motionless across Midnight’s shoulders.


They re-entered the corral soberly, only to be greeted with a corral full of cheering girls.


Devola was almost jumping up and down in the stirrups, “Wow! That was great! Better than the circus!”


Kate’s eyes were shining. “You saved her!”


“Do it again! Do it again!” Towanda begged, “Please! I wanna learn how.”


Tara and Faith smiled weakly at each other. Then Tara dismounted smoothly, secretly relieved that her legs held her up, and helped the girl down.


“C-come with me.” Tara took the girl’s arm and led her inside the barn where they couldn’t be overheard. Then she leaned down to look into her light brown eyes set in an angry, arrogant face.


“Are you okay?”


The girl’s hands were still shaking, but she clenched her fists and leaned forward, yelling into Tara’s startled face. “I didn’t need you! I didn’t need your help! I could’ve handled it!” An instant later she walked over, picked a curry comb off its hook and flung it at Tara, striking the older girl’s cheek.


Tara’s face went rigid. She was shaking with a rage she didn’t know she was capable of feeling. Suddenly her new safe place, her sanctuary had been invaded by violence. Without a word she grabbed the younger girl’s wrist and walked her over to the wheelbarrow with the mucking out implements. She faced the wheelbarrow away from the stall to make it easier to move when it was full.


“Do you know h-how to muck out a stall?”


The girl nodded sullenly.


Tara’s voice suddenly went very soft. “Th-then get it done by the time we get back and do the stall next to this one, too.” She met the girl’s furious eyes. “You c-could’ve hurt or killed yourself or any one of us and the h-horses, too. Think about that and don’t ever do anything like that again!”


Willow approached, concerned.


“Willow. See that she gives these two stalls a proper m-mucking out.” She returned her gaze to the girl. “D-do a good job and wait here after you finish!”


Tara walked away, breathing unevenly, and struggling to regain her composure. Smiling at the class, still mounted and waiting, was one of the hardest things she had ever done.


Faith sensed that she was upset and did a good job of keeping up a constant stream of riding stories and tips. Tara felt a surge of gratitude for her friend’s help and was finally able to return her focus to the lesson and enjoy her first trail ride at camp.


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Meanwhile, Willow smiled, trying to take the edge of the situation. “So, I’m the world’s biggest expert on mucking out stalls. That’s all I did my first day here, so ask me if you have any questions.”


She looked closer, concerned by the girl’s silence. “Hey, anybody in there?”


The little girl looked at her wearily. “Do I horn in on your thoughts? No. Why? Because they’re boring.” She looked straight at Willow. “You can’t make me stay here and work.”


Willow was so surprised it took her a minute to find words. “Tara’s the riding program leader and she told you to work.”


“I don’t care,” came the surprising answer. Then the girl simply stood up and started walking off. “I need to see the person in charge.”


Willow clenched her fists, feeling a surge of anger at the girl and pity for the girl’s parents. Then she got busy and mucked out the two stalls.


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“She what!” Tara couldn’t believe that Willow’s friendly gesture had been rebuffed so rudely. “C-come on! We need to talk to Mrs. Finch about her.” She paused, brows wrinkled in thought. “You know, I d-don’t even remember her from when we tested everyone.”


Willow nodded her agreement. “Who is she?”


“M-mystery girl. This is definitely one for the Finchmeister.”


They walked briskly into Mrs. Finch’s office, then stopped dead as they saw Mrs. Finch staring at the new girl in amazement. “Veronica, you were scheduled to arrive next week!”


The girl smiled insolently, “I told our driver to take me now. Where am I staying?”


Mrs. Finch recovered her composure and managed a smile for the new arrival. “Welcome to Camp Pine Ridge, Veronica. We’re happy to have you.” Then she turned to Tara and Willow, “meet the newest camper to your cabin. This is Veronica Chase, Cordelia’s cousin.”

Dibs! Booya!

Of course she's related to Cordelia - little bitch! The horse race was really intense! It sucks that their first nice day after their night had to get crapped on by such a snotty little kid! Great chapter though!!!

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Bahahahahahahahaha...that was PERFECT! What a little biotch! I imagine Cordelia's entire family like 'The Plastics' from Mean Girls, lol


I always imagined that Willow was a little horn toad.


Like I said...horn toad.


Tara stretched out across the back of a thundering horse...yummy.

Really great update! I throughly enjoyed it! A little lovin', a little drama and now some angst thrown in for good measure. Perfect. I can't imagine the havoc that this child will reek on Willow and Tara. Poor little Bettina may end up going to juvie for beating 'Morinica' while she sleeps, lol

As always...can't wait for more!!

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So hooray for the serious business of breast-naming!! I let the joy of that little project carry me past the tiny walking horror that is Veronica Chase! I almost wrote Cordelia by mistake because she's such an evil mini-me. Do you know what I really, really hope? I seriously hope that Veronica and Cordelia hate each other. I hope that Veronica is more hateful and despicable to her "lesser" cousin than she has been so far to anyone else. It would SO serve Cordelia right!!

Okay, now on to the fun stuff, breast naming. For Tara (picking for Willow), I think Milk and Honey or Venus and Aphrodite, or Silk and Satin. For Willow (picking for Tara) I would say Mare and Divum (sea and sky), Luna and Astrum (moon and stars), or Amor and Sereno (love and serenity). I don't know why Latin for Willow, but it just fits for me. I look forward to the girls' selection regardless and I hope that they can break through Veronica's horrible bitch bubble. Hopefully the other girls will put her in her place.

Oh, and I just saw your PM, check for one from me soon!

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Ariel, oh Ariel,

This time the chaise is shaped like a coke can and is red and white cotton (I'm traveling and am in Atlanta AND there's no way it as going to be shaped liked Ted Turner's head), thank you for you kind words.

Indeed I did know about la petite mort, and since you bring it up as that a ruse to get more french, my little Gomez?

Willow's sweet enthusiasm for all things Tara, is well, sweet charming. We've all been there at that wonderful stage with someone, some fortunately get to stay longer than others.

Why does this little menace being related to Cordelia not surprise me in the least? Will she even drive Cordelia over the edge or will they be thick as thieves? Tara showing her prowess as a horsewoman is great, I have to go with the general consensus of Tara on horseback as being hot, but the cause leaves much to be desired as well as the who, because... wait I smell something.... and it isn't pie....

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Haha, I loved the blushing cuteness at the beginning!

And I haven't the slightest clue about horsing terms but I was still captivated by that whole scene!!

Well, the Chase's are just a family of bitches, aren't they?!

I'm looking forward to the breast naming! I had Willow name Tara's breasts in one of mine too and it's all too fun

Great update!

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Yay for great update-y goodness... I really loved their waking up moment... I'm glad Tara managed to get Willow back to the riding programm... Of course the Bitch V is Bitch C's cousin... I hope Tara tells Mrs. Finch that Chase family girls are danger to the horsies and to the girls...

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Darn it - I as so hoping for next morning snuggles, but alas, they had no time. And it seems like Tara woke the little horn-dog inside of Willow. I can totally relate to that. I bet Tara is going to have her hands full of Wild Willow now.

Now, what an interesting twist with little Cordelia Jr. The ride/rescue was very exciting, and of course very hot picturing Tara and Faith. I'm very curious to see what is going on with little Veronica. I'm betting she has some issues at home causing her to act this way. I'm also hoping she's young enough that if she gets the correct guidance she won't end up like her cousin.

As to the matter of the breast name-age, I'll have to get back to you when my brain isn't all fuzzy from all the cold medicine I've been pumping in my system this week. Something that good deserves a clear head to do it the utmost respect it deserves.

More soon please.


Wimpy

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"There was plenty of magic." ~~ Tara

Great chapter!
I hope Jr Chase will not become an enemy! I can just see her and Cordy ganging up on our girls! D:
The rescue seen was amazing! I'm going to say a big WOO and HOO! Tara and Faith were awesome!
Also, love the interaction between Willow and Tara now that the air has been cleared, so to speak haha. And the other girls 'helping' them out, brilliant!
Can't wait for more

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I just start to read your story it's a wonderfull one indeed !
I knew it that lil @!*%§ was relate to Cordelia . . .
wonder what will happen after the summer ?
Is it a story just about the camp or it will go after it ?

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I guess being rude runs in the blood for Cordelia and her cousin Veronica. Looking forward to the naming of each others breasts.

Hi Ariel, I've been lurking and following this story from the beginning and I think it's FANTASTIC, all around!!!

And coming from a horsey girl I just think you've nailed all the horsey bits! I love that you've included Faith as a friend of Tara, because Faith is one of my BTVS faves. The other counselors come off as totally entertaining too and they really bring a lot to the story. (Tree's discussion with Willow -

And I thought W & T's first love scene was sooo tender! . The bit about naming their breasts was hysterical . Just don't pick something unworthy like Momo and Binky or Mungojerry and Rumpleteaser I actually thought LonelyTara's ideas for the breast names were really good. And I'm curious to see where you go with bitchy little Veronica Chase. Will she spy for Cordelia against our girls, or will she end up being their ally? Hmmmm.......

Please... update soon... want to see how the girls get together finally!!

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Holy gosh wow Ariel, you've done it again and brought us another brilliant chapter. Highlights include Willow wanting to name Tara's breasts, something all kittens want to do (or is that just me), the girls talking about how they went snooping round teh camp the previous evening, Tara getting Willow and Faith to help her with the horses, the girls coming up with the swear word of teh day Cucomanga Breath hilarious, Tara and Faith rescuing the girl only to have her get uppity with them about it, Tara getting Butch and making her clean out the stables only it turns out she's Cordy's cousin uh ho

Maggie AKA Leonhart17:

Woo-hoo! Thanks for the above contribution . . you’ll see!


Yeah, they don’t look much alike but they have that reek of Chase-ness! Glad riding worked! Thanks!


Shel AKA FineyMcFine:

LOVE that evil laugh & icon-y badness!!! See Maggie’s quote above, great minds think alike!


Got it in one! Damn, you’re good! Thank you for contributing a name!

*Yoink!* Turn that into “Moronica” which even rhymes – brilliant and thanks! Glad the riding rescue worked, definitely thought about that one!


Robin AKA LonelyTara:
You’re the champ!

Make that mini-C! You’re a genius – thanks!


Taking this one under advisement – great idea!


Heather AKA Vampyregurl:


Yes! BTW You’re in the name game! See for yourself and THANKS or should I say, ‘merci beaucoup’?


Great and Scary question! Again, great minds think alike and I ponder the possibilities . . .


No argument here! And full agreement that something is rotten in the state of Veronica!


Laragh:
Glad you loved the blushes! I understand they’re good for the complexion!

Really glad the riding rescue worked, always a thin line between too many and too few details!


Don’t make me beg! Tell me which story on your next feedback or PM me! I wanna read it! Hey, two can ‘pray’ at that game!


Zampsa19752001:

Thanks for kind words about them waking up and Willow being back on the riding program! You are 100% right!


The C & V relationship was spotted by other like-minded geniuses! Good work! AND your command about Mrs. Finch being informed will be obeyed!!!


Wimpy:
You’re in the name game! Thanks!

Oh, yeah! Thanks for liking it! Fun writing it!


And the SHERLOCK HOLMES Award (drumroll . . . ) goes to WIMPY!


Kirsty AKA KioNewgo:

Put that Chrystal Ball down! You’re killing the suspense! Are you in league with LonelyTara? Can’t get anything past her, either!

Glad you recognize both their talents! Thanks!


DeviantART:
You called my story “wonderful” Awwwww! Thank you so much!


Another smart reader! Now I’m really in trouble! So far the story is only this one month but anything is possible . . .


Love_2003:

Yep, it’s the “creepy Chase gene”! You’re in good company on that one!

Stay tuned!


BlondCavalier:
Welcome to the Kittenboard! Wow, Wildly cool user-name!

Big relief, thanks to a family friend and FineyMcFine for that!

Glad you liked Faith being included as well as the other counselors – THANKS!


Welcome to the name game – yep! You’re in!

You and me both! Inquiring minds and other kittens want to know! Thanks again!


Rick AKA Willowtaralover:

Absolutely not – we are many!!! Also, Cucamonga is a city in Southern California – glad you like it! AND congrats that you picked up on an important detail: Stay tuned . . .

Thank you for being so enthusiastic and for following the story – really warms my heart!


Title: How I met your mother*
Author: Ariel
Email: blaziak@yahoo.com
Feedback: All feedback welcomed, specific input appreciated.
Rating: R rating for breast action and W/T happiness for this chapter.
Disclaimer: I don't own these characters, but I love to take them for a ride!
Summary: A/U before season 1, the summer after Willow's freshman year with a large dose of Queen Cordelia at her bitchy best and teen-aged angst.

*no connection to the sit-com of the same name

Thoughts are in italics.


Part 14: Celebrities and Stars


Veronica looked with apparent calm at Tara’s and Willow’s stunned faces. “Can you show my driver where to put my bags? Also, I’d like a tour.”


Tara found her voice. “You have a m-mucking out date with some stalls, first!”


Veronica frowned impatiently, “I don’t think you understand!”


Tara directed her words to Mrs. Finch. “This morning, Veronica galloped off on a horse w-without permission and almost w-went over the bluff. It took both F-faith and I to stop her. I told her to think about how d-dangerous that was while m-mucking out two stalls.”


Veronica smiled confidently at Mrs. Finch, “But I don’t have to—“


Mrs. Finch cut her off, “I’m afraid you do, Veronica. Tara is the program leader for riding here. She says who rides and who doesn’t and she deals with campers who break the rules.” She looked pointedly at Tara, “I’ll step in if I think she’s wrong and I will look into this, but for now, you’d better borrow some rubber boots and get to work.” She smiled at Veronica. “Come see me after you finish. Then we’ll take that tour and get you settled in.”


Veronica looked so shocked that Willow almost felt sorry for her as they all walked back to the barn. Tara and Faith rode off with the next group, leaving Veronica to work under Willow’s guidance. Willow pointed out the necessary tools and the other two stalls to be cleaned and Veronica didn’t say a word. The girl worked with a controlled ferocity that was effective but a little scary. Willow kept an eye on her, never turned her back on her and, for once, wished that she herself had learned how to ride. It took a little less than an hour to do both stalls and Willow was glad to send her off to find Mrs. Finch.


Tara and Faith arrived back an instant later, but had no time to talk and headed out for the third and final ride before lunch.


They came back at last and worked swiftly with the 12 year olds to tend to the horses before the lunch bell sounded. Faith headed in to help serve lunch and Tara lingered, drawing Willow into her arms.


“So t-tired, baby.” She sighed, and leaned down to put her head on Willow’s shoulder and felt Willow tighten the embrace and begin kissing and nibbling and licking her ear.


“H-hey! That tickles!”


“This is Rosenberg’s Emporium of Ear Tickling so you are definitely in the right place!” Willow switched sides, loving her girl’s giggles as Tara’s other ear got the full kissing and tickling treatment.


A tussle ensued which, according to Willow, led to “copious quantities of kissage” and left them both gasping, but smiling.


Then they caught their breath and got back to business.


“W-willow, how did Veronica do?”


“Kind of a creep fest, that kid is mega with the weirdness! I mean I’m weird too, I know, but I’m kind of a geeky weird and she’s a ‘watch out’ weird which makes you all turn-y so that she’s never behind you. I felt like I was starring in a re-make of ‘The Bad Seed’ or maybe a Hitchcock movie. But from the stall-mucky perspective she did well. I mean, look, it’s all done!”


Tara nodded. “It w-won’t be easy for someone like her to share space with a c-cabin full of other girls. She probably has her own room.”


Willow looked back at her incredulously. “Tara, she probably has her own wing of the mansion!”


Tara nodded agreement, “M-maybe we could set up a kind of dressing area.” Tara thought for a moment. “You know, I think Kate is a little shy about changing too, she’s usually the last one dressed or undressed or tries to turn her back in a corner when she changes.


Willow brightened, “so we hang an extra sheet in the corner of their room and call that corner the dressing room." She smiled shyly, "And we've got our room too,” she blushed, “at night. Uh, if you still want to, you know, with me.”


Tara stepped in front of her, cupping Willow’s face in her hands and kissing her tenderly. Then she looked straight into Willow’s eyes. “Yes I s-still want to. C-can’t you see inside my heart?” Her blue eyes shone in a way that Willow knew was just for her, “I love you, Willow.”


Willow sighed and burrowed closer; recharging her Tara-love battery, then her own natural energy was restored. She stepped back, grinning at Tara. “Remember, tonight is name-that-breast night!!”


Tara’s gave Willow a warm, crooked smile. “H-how could I forget? And why do I f-find the whole idea strangely alarming?”


Willow answered with a laugh and an arm around Tara’s waist and they walked together to lunch.


As they each grabbed a plate, they noticed people looking at them, or at least it seemed that way. Then they headed to their table and saw Devola chanting, “Cucamonga Breath, Cucamonga Breath, Cucamonga Breath,” over and over again while Katie was smiling and Towanda looked like she was about to burst with news. Veronica, on the other hand, was busy frowning into her plate.


“Wh-what’s going on?”


Towanda was blushing. “Nothing! No-thing, nothing is going on here!” She looked to Kate for help and Kate immediately said the same thing while Devola babbled so fast about nothing going on that it almost sounded like another language.


Tara and Willow exchanged confused looks, shook their heads, and worked on finishing their lunches. Then a beaming Mrs. Finch walked to the microphone, turned it on, and addressed everyone in the dining hall.


“Campers, we have a hero in our midst today; someone who saved a camper from a very serious injury or even worse. A horse was galloping towards the bluffs and a possible fall when Tara rode after it and risked her own life to pull the camper off the horse before an accident could occur. Tara, please come up here and say a few words for us.”


Tara’s face paled and she dropped her eyes.


Willow squeezed Tara’s hand under the table, remembering how frightened she’d been over the riding program presentation.


Tara stood up and walked stiffly over to Mrs. Finch. She clasped the microphone tightly, her knuckles white, and slowly raised her eyes to see everyone watching her. Suddenly she remembered walking into the dining hall that very first night; how she’d arrived before lunch but had spent hours with the horses before working up the courage to walk in just after dinner had started. Here I am again and they’re all watching me again. She gulped. Then took a deep breath and looked around, seeing Kate and Devola and Towanda beaming with pride, seeing Bettina wave at her and Willow . . . seeing Willow loving her, proud of her. Then she looked and saw Faith slouching in the corner, hot from bringing out the food, and wearing her apron. Faith wasn’t embarrassed because no one had said a word about what she’d done. Suddenly Tara gripped the mike firmly. She wasn’t afraid anymore.


“You heard part of the story and the campers saw m-me bring the girl b-back but it was too far off for them to see everything. I h-have to tell you that I c-couldn’t have done anything if Faith hadn’t risked her l-life to lean over, grab the reins, and turn G-ghost away from the edge of the bluff. Without Faith’s courage and r-riding skill, I w-would’ve been too late and s-something t-terrible could have happened. F-faith, come up here, okay?”


Faith jerked herself upright, then walked to the front and stood by Tara who slid an arm around her shoulders then started talking.


“Faith, th-thank you for doing what you did; for s-saving someone. You are a real hero and I am r-really glad that you’re with the r-riding program because today, you m-made the difference.”


She handed the mike to Faith and eye-witnesses would later swear that Faith was actually blushing. “Thanks T. and thanks Mrs. F. Hey, it’s all true I’m a hero and,” she swallowed then looked up with her mega-watt grin, “autographs will be signed throughout the day!” She shoved the mike at Mrs. Finch and bolted to the kitchen with Tara leading the applause that followed her. Then Tara quickly shook Mrs. Finch’s proffered hand and raced back to her seat before the applause ended and she had to talk again.


Tara accepted the pats and hugs from her kids, then noticed that Veronica had left. Tara scanned the room, and then saw Veronica out on the porch listening to Cordelia who was bending down and talking rapidly. Then Cordelia looked around, saw Tara watching, then put a hand on Veronica’s shoulder and they both walked away. Tara sighed, seeing a long, hard journey ahead.


Tara was relieved to have lunch end. Being congratulated and asked for details was very difficult. Finally she and Willow headed back for the last two rides of the day, walking as usual, with their arms around each other’s waists.


“Willow,” Tara said anxiously, looking intently into her eyes. “I’ve been thinking since we talked. I f-feel funny about sleeping together in our cabin, n-now that we’re lovers.” Tara blushed, it felt so good and so awkward to say ‘lover’ out loud. “It’s different now. I want you s-so much. But I’m worried about m-making too much noise and scaring the kids.”


Willow tried to keep her voice light, “We could stop the smoochies and keep the snuggles.” They looked at each other longingly. Willow’s voice was a little breathless, “Maybe we can’t, actually.”


Tara swallowed thickly and nodded. “So what do we do?”


“No ‘melting’ in our cabin?”


Tara nodded reluctantly. “M-maybe we keep our sleep clothes on, but we can still t-touch and kiss each other and m-maybe we sh-should stop at second base.”


Tara caught Willow’s inquiring look, “uh, w-waist up.”


Willow nodded, anguish and need in her eyes. “I want to give you what you gave me that night, touch you everywhere. You’re so beautiful, Tara.”


The longing in Tara’s eyes matched her own. “W-we have the memory of l-last night. I guess that has to be enough.”


Suddenly Willow grabbed Tara’s hands. “No! This is a logic problem. It’s about timing and schedules and managing variables.” She grinned, “And I’m GREAT at logic!”


Tara smiled, then suddenly raised Willow’s hands to her lips, kissing each fingertip. “While you’re w-working, know that every time you t-touch your face you’ll have a kiss from me.”


Willow couldn’t talk past the lump in her throat, but her smile was tender and she kissed each one of Tara’s fingertips in return.


The afternoon swim with their kids went well. Veronica didn’t talk to anyone, but she seemed content to swim and there was no trouble. Willow had fun carrying Mouse around and trying to sneak up on Tara for the little girl to poke Tara’s breast again, but Tara was on guard this time and always saw them coming. Meanwhile Devola tried to convince anyone who would listen that the Loch Ness Monster’s cousin lived in the lake and would devour anyone who looked too tasty. The swim ended in a game of Marco Polo and they enjoyed a relaxing moment laying in the sun and drying off.


Dinner was a thick stew with salad, fresh fruit, and apple pie for dessert. Then most of their kids joined a game of freeze tag in the yard outside the dining hall.


Tonight was a cabin night so kids took cards or games into their cabin. A few wrote letters on the table, there was a game of “Go Fish”, and Devola was telling stories. Someone asked Tara to sing them a song and she agreed, offering a ‘foolery’ song about a crazy family in the Kentucky Hills:


My uncle Dan’s a crazy man he thinks he is the wind
And Aunt always sends him on outside to blow dry the clothes she’s pinned
He waves his arms and whistles, stirs up quite a breeze
And I never see’d a happier sight than him a-dancin’ with the leaves!


They acted out each ‘crazy’ relative while Tara sang the verse. Then they joined in the chorus and finally collapsed on the floor in a giggle fit when the song was over. Of course they wanted more, but Tara and Willow were firm and everybody marched to the bathroom for face washing and teeth cleaning and were finally in bed and finally asleep.


Willow and Tara waited, then walked softly around the room to be sure everyone was asleep. Fortunately the combination of exercise, a big dinner, and a long day worked its magic and they all slept deeply. Then Willow and Tara moved into their room, shut the door firmly behind them, and cuddled up in Tara’s bed.


Willow, as usual, was eager to jump in and get the breast naming finished. She whispered, “How about ‘Dibs’ and ‘Booya’? She saw Tara’s confused look. ‘Dibs’ means that I have uh dibs on your breasts and ‘Booya’ means uh ‘Booya’!”


She saw Tara’s expression. “Okay, we’ll forget about that one.” She began caressing Tara’s breasts eagerly and saw Tara’s raised eyebrow.


“I’m fact finding!” She blushed but wasn’t about to stop. “Uh, research mode here!” She grinned. “Hands on research!”


Tara grinned and whispered, “How about ‘Hoppy’ and ‘Horn toad’ for you?”


Willow shuddered, “Nothing hoppy!”


“Th-then ‘Horn toad’ and ‘Horn dog’.”


Willow shuddered again, “No Horn Toads, frogs, tadpoles! And no ‘horn’ this or ‘horn’ that period!” She looked hard at Tara. “Try again.”


Tara couldn’t resist, “’Jub-jub’ and ‘Svetlana’?” she suggested innocently.


“Taaaaara!”


Tara tried to co-operate, “I l-like Shakespeare and Twelfth Night is my favorite comedy; how about ‘Viola’ and ‘Olivia’?”


Willow shook her head ‘no’.


Tara grinned wickedly. “Then ‘Aguecheek’ and ‘Belch’?”


Willow sat bolt upright. “‘Belch’! That is so totally disgusting!”


Tara pretended not to notice her reaction. “Hmm. “I l-like classical references. ‘Venus’ and ‘Aphrodite’? H-how about ‘Agrippina’ and ‘Messalina’? We could call them ‘Aggie’ and ‘Mess’ for short.”


Willow’s whisper was a hiss. “You are NOT naming my breasts ‘Aggie’ and ‘Mess’! Besides, two can play at that game! How about ‘Boolean’ and ‘Algebra’?”


Tara pretended to consider it. “’Boo’ and ‘Al’ for short. Hmmmm. Don’t think so.”


“Pi and Fibonacci?”


Tara pretended to give an exasperated sigh but she was smiling. “I’ve got it! How about ‘Pinky’ and ‘Pointy’ for the f-first night we met?”


“Only if I can do ‘Brown-y’ and ‘Boinky’ for you.”


“That’s out,” Tara said firmly.


“Wait!” Willow smiled. “You’re into cats right?”


Tara gave a cautious nod.


“Well, I saw the musical ‘Cats’ and there’s two cats, Mungojerrie and Rumpelteazer. They’re even in a song!” She whisper-sang,


“’Mungojerrie and Rumpelteazer;
We’re a notorious couple of cats!’”


Then her face lit up. “Tara! We could change the lyrics to,


“’Mungojerrie and Rumpelteazer;
We’re a notorious couple of breasts!’


Then your breasts would have their own theme song.” She looked eagerly at Tara. “What do you say?”


“I s-say that you’ve gone crazy!”


Willow gave her ‘puppy dog eyes’, “then how about ‘Momo’ and ‘Binky’.


“Next!”


“’Yogi’ and ‘Boo-boo’?


“Next!”


“‘Morticia’ and ‘Gomez’?”


Tara was stunned, “’Morticia’ and ‘GOMEZ’?”


“They’re a very romantic couple!” Willow defended her suggestion, “Morticia speaks French!”


Suddenly Tara started tickling her and Willow was wiggling all over the bed feeling the laughter inside her building to critical mass. Between silent snorts and strangled gasps she managed to whisper, “‘Daffy’ and ‘Bugs’, ‘Shaggy’ and ‘Scooby-Do’?” Then in a burst of inspiration she broke free of Tara’s tickling fingers, sat astride her stomach, and actually pinned her wrists down. “Got it! ‘Xena’ and ‘Gabrielle’!”


Tara shook her head ‘no’.


Willow pouted. “I think we’re all with the off track-y badness here.” Then she laid down beside her lover and paused to meet Tara’s eyes, letting their special magic wash over her. She felt the joy, the delight, and the sheer amazement of it all as she leaned down, capturing Tara’s full lower lip in her mouth to caress it.


Tara sighed, gave herself fully to the kiss and felt herself getting shiver-y. Then she pulled Willow on top of her so that their legs tangled together.


Willow’s voice was a mumbled breath, warm against her neck. “’Wet’ and ‘Wetter’.”


Tara’s reply was a husky whisper, “We’d h-have to use it for both of us then.” She gave Willow a hug and ran her hands inside Willow’s pajama top then up and down the slender beauty of Willow’s back. Then Willow straddled Tara’s thigh and used her arms to brace her upper body above Tara’s and arch her back.


Tara stared longingly at the perfect breasts just above her and lifted her head to take a soft nipple into her mouth, loving the feel of it hardening with every touch of her tongue. Then she cupped it in her hand to warm it while she pleasured Willow’s other breast. She sighed. “Mmmmm. ‘Milk’ and ‘Honey’ I think. She caressed them lovingly, “or m-maybe ‘Precious’ and ‘Delicious’. Let’s think about those choices. Then she kissed each breast again. “‘Milk’ and ‘Honey’” she said finally. “’Milk’” is on your right and ‘Honey’ is on your left.”


Willow smiled and nodded her acceptance. Then Willow slid over to lay by Tara’s side and rested her head in her hand, leaning on her elbow. She cupped one of Tara’s breasts and moved it in slow circles, loving the warm swell moving under her hand. “’Mare’” she said suddenly, naming the breast she touched. Then she touched the other “and ‘Amor’, Latin for—“


“’Sea’ and ‘Love’,” Tara answered dreamily. “That feels so good.” She smiled at Willow “and I like the names, too.”


Willow got down to business. “We’re all up with the naming!” Then she gave Tara a confused look. “So how do you baptize a breast? I mean, that’s pretty Christian and maybe I’m not totally jumpin’ with the Jewish but I’m not carrying the cross, either.” She saw Tara’s amused smile. “I’m serious. How do you baptize a breast?”


“With kisses,” Tara said simply; and Willow agreed.


When they finished, it was difficult but they stuck to their rule and made sure that Tara’s tank top and Willow’s pajama top were pulled down so that any unexpected awakenings from their kids would find them appropriately dressed. Then they kissed goodnight several times and fell sweetly asleep in each other’s arms.



Note: Tara's breasts are pronounced "Mar-ay" for sea and "Ah-mor" for love - not international phonetic alphabet, but fairly close!

Dibs!
yayay!
haha Old finchy really told V where to go awesome!
Tara was so sweet, making sure Faith's actions were achnowledged .

The breast naming...by far, and I mean far one of the funniest scenes I have ever read! The interaction between the girls was brilliant . I could just see Tara with a lil' smile and Willow all bouncy and excited haha
I can't wait for the next part!

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So close to the dibs-ing! This was a fantastic update, my friend. I love that Mrs. Finch finally wasn't an idiot for once--Veronica deserved to muck those stalls and it was great that she acknowledged Tara's rescue of Veronica, and that Tara in turn acknowledged Faith. The breast-naming was sweet and totally delicious (pun firmly intended) I have to admit I was nervous that perhaps they would be stumbled upon by one of the girls, or that the little Chase would be spying. I really, really don't want them to be caught or get in any trouble. :(

Thrilled to see an update so early in the New Year!

PS--Super-flattered that you liked my breast names!

EDIT!-- I meant the breast names I suggested for your fic. Mine don't have names. LOL and

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Awwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww Gotta love the sea and love. Calm before the storm? I'm sure Bitchy Chase and her mini me have a whole lot of nastiness in store for our girls in the upcoming chapters.

Close but no cigar .
I don't actually know what that means but I've always wanted to say it :')

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LOL!

I did a bit of research, apparently it's an American saying that goes back to carnivals in the 1930's when they gave cigars as prizes. Close but no cigar was a condolence to someone who almost won...

Like me!

Personally, I prefer carnival prizes that are "so fluffy I'm gonna die"!

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Wow! thanks for the research aswell, now I don't have to .
Same with the fluffyness . You can't snuggle a cigar :( :')

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Wow, I loved the breast-naming section! It was SO hilarious and sweet! And I'm touched and flattered that my 4 suggestions got a mention in the story!

I also liked how Tara gave Faith credit for being her co-hero. Cool! The kids (except Veronica) are all really, really growing on me too

PLEASE, PLEASE UPDATE SOON!!

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Oh, so happy to see an update. Well, score one for the Finchmeister here for putting Veronica in her place. Maybe she'll learn some valuable lessons for once. I can't help but be worried though that Cordelia will have her spying on our girls. Even with the privacy curtain, I'm afraid they'll still get caught - yikes!

That was so nice that Tara was acknowledged, and in turn did the same for Faith. Very nice touch. Faith cracked me up.

And oh, the naming of the breasts - simply wonderful and put a smile on my face. I've had the honor of meeting Amber's in person - well, she had on a tight pink tee-shirt that left little to the imagination, and they are indeed a splendid pair.

Can't wait to see what happens next. The tension, the drama, the boobs - oh my!


Wimpy

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"There was plenty of magic." ~~ Tara

lol Tara shot down my suggestions! Not that I blame her - those are pretty bad breast names....

This chapter was so cute! I love how comfortable they are with each other, but the Chase's private conversation has me a little worried...

Lovely job!

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Every Step That I Retrace/Always Leads Me Back to You/But I've Loved You All Along
Road to Recovery, The Call/The Lightning Strike, The Sun Will Rise

Yay for excellent update-y goodness... Yay for Mrs. F to send Bitch V to muck up the stalls and acknowledged that Tara saved Bitch V. I'm really glad that Tara said that Faith was equal hero in saving the day... Chase girl private conversation makes me really nervous... I really loved the breast naming... I hope Willow soon has an uninterrupted opportunity to return the "melting" favour to Tara...

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LOL, it was Lessons In Love. There's not a specific scene where Willow names them, just a reference to the fact that she has in this chapter but the coming up of the names was mucho fun

Onto the story!

Hahahahahahahahahaha @ Veronica getting mucking duty. Bitch deserves it.





No more melting? *pout* How long can that last?







The math nerd in me saultes you endlessly.

I can't even...the ENTIRE breast naming scene was so unbelieveably funny. Makes me wish I'd explored things more in mine!!



I agree too!

Great, great chapter!!

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Ariel,

Ahhh, to be back at home on my favorite purple velvet chaise. So should I come up with new phrases for you in french each time, mon doux chaton?

The breast naming had me laughing so hard! No melting in the cabin? Mmm, well Tara's reasoning is sound, besides would you really want a 7 year old walking in on you mid-melt?

Mighty good of the Finchster to give Tara credit for a job well done and even better of Tara to give Faith her dues, since Finchy conveniently left her out.

Willow plotting with Mouse to poke Tara was amusing too, looks like Mouse might be a breast girl in training, lol.

I'm curious as to what you have planned for the evils that are Cordelia and Veronica {Cordy and Ronnie by chance?) *shudder*.

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