by lilpinkcowgirl » Sat Aug 11, 2001 3:51 pm
by Puff » Sat Aug 11, 2001 6:47 pm
by tommo » Sun Aug 12, 2001 6:38 am
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"She looked across at Willow, whose face was filled with light. She had never felt so calm and happy, and strong..." ~ Unseen: Door To Alternity
by wiltar4evr » Sun Aug 12, 2001 8:42 pm
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WILLOW: ...I'd totally be blowing off classes if I was in Dawnie's shoes.
TARA: Sweetie, you wouldn't blow off class if your head was on fire.
by Chance » Wed Aug 15, 2001 11:07 pm
Chapter 8
Their lips met, frenzied, frantic. They were both swept so far away, it was doubtful they could see past their passion to realize they were even doing something wrong. Faith moaned, deeply, against Willow's lips. They delved into each other, exploring, teasing, and making promises neither could keep with their lips and tongues. The sensation was so overwhelming, Willow was leaned back against the pole and Faith's weight was fully pressed against her. It was the only way either would stay standing. Faith's knee slipped between Willow's thigh. They pressed further into each other.
Maureen watched with growing interest, finding herself overwhelmed with the intensity at which the two were ripping at each other. She could only imagine how they felt themselves. "I wonder if I could use this power for my good as well as evil." She grinned to herself, debating the potentiality of using it for sex. She giggled. "Pure evil, Maureen. That's what you are."
They both pulled away, needing to take a deep breath. The break in contact served as enough to let them both think… and realize what had just happened. Willow opened her mouth, looking at Faith with wide green eyes and guilt. Before she could say anything, they both heard the doorknob jiggle. They looked at each other, silently promising to remain quiet about their moment until they could speak further. The door opened. "Willow, hun?" Tara's voice shot out into the dark, innocent and loving.
"Tara! We're over here. Talking!" Faith rolled her eyes, and Willow shot her a look quickly. Tara stepped out onto the porch. She smiled at the sight of her lover.
"Buffy and I were on our way to bed, and we're both looking for some company. Are you two joining us respectively?"
"Right now." Faith smiled.
"Oh, and while I'm thinking about it… Buffy and I think it would be a good idea if you and Faith hung out tomorrow." Tara's words made both Faith and Willow stop.
"What are you two doing?" Willow asked.
"Hanging out with each other. We figure we'll have a 'get to know your best friend's new lover' deal." Tara smiled. "We want to be friends."
Willow and Faith glanced at each other, and Faith tipped her head the slightest bit as if to say, "it'll give us a chance to work this out." "Sounds great, Tara. Good idea." Faith's eyes flashed darkly, but she forced a smile. "Let me find that woman of mine before she falls asleep on me."
* * *
"There she is." Buffy smiled as Faith walked in the room.
Faith smiled, feeling clearheaded (finally) and relaxed. "Hey babe." Faith leaned over the bed and kissed Buffy's forehead.
"Are you my mother?" Buffy asked, looking at Faith seriously. "Did you make out with Willow on the porch or something? Kiss me for real." She had smiled by the comment on Willow, thinking it was ridiculous. Faith felt about two inches tall.
"I don't feel too well. I just wanted to save you my anguish. Bed now, I'll be better by tomorrow." Faith hoped.
"Okay." Buffy smiled. "Well, at least come cuddle with me."
"My pleasure." Faith answered as she climbed into bed with Buffy. They fell asleep holding each other, Buffy contented, Faith concerned.
* * *
Willow held Tara as she fell asleep, happy to have the blond in her arms. She was worried. Was she really attracted to Faith? Sure, Faith was gorgeous, in that if-I-was-single-and-you-weren't-dating-my-best-friend-one-night-stand type of way. But she wasn't Tara. Willow's eyes took in the beauty of the blond before her. Tara was quiet, introspective with enough street experience to make her wise, but keep her from being jaded. Much like Willow considered herself. Willow could imagine herself with Tara in twenty years, both reading books on their couch, with their stereo on for background noise, contented to be in the same room with each other. Faith… wasn't Willow's type. Brash, volatile, jaded, unrepentant… All of the things that were opposite of Willow's nature. Opposites attracted, but only for sexual purposes when it came to people. The basis of a relationship had to be based on some kind of shared interest. With Tara, Willow knew they were similar and well suited. Faith was a different story. No, she had to tell Faith she just made a mistake. She was sure Faith would say the same thing. A misunderstanding was what it was, their hormones getting the better of them. She hoped Faith felt the same way.
* * *
Faith hadn't slept well at all. She stood in the kitchen, her dark blue jeans slung low on her hips, a wife-beater tossed lazily over her body. She stood with a cup of coffee in her hands, and a half-filled pot next to her. She tapped her fingers against the mug, listening to the tune of her own head. She gazed out Buffy's back window, one foot rested comfortably on top of the other. She heard bare feet pad down the stairs, she knew they were headed for the kitchen, but she didn't move. She closed her eyes.
Willow wandered into the kitchen, she hadn't slept very well. She needed coffee in a bad way. She had her pajama pants on, flannel and baggy, and a red Sunnydale High T-shirt. She couldn't rationalize why she had kept it, but she knew she had wanted it. She lifted her eyes as she reached the counter. She immediately stopped, frozen like a deer in headlights. Her lips formed a perfect "o", and eyebrows rose towards the heavens.
Faith took a deep breath, identifying by scent rather than sight. "Good morning, Red."
Willow's lips stumbled around the words "Good morning." She didn't say Faith's name intentionally. She was afraid it might betray her nervousness.
"About last night…"
"You don't have to say anything, it was a mistake." Her voice came out low, a whisper.
Faith turned and opened her eyes. "I know." She sighed, dropping her head. She picked it up again to look at Willow. "I don't want to hurt Tara or Buffy. I love them both."
"I love them too."
"I know you do." Faith smiled sadly. "We both do."
"It was just a kiss, right?" Willow asked, a little shaky.
There was a loud creaking noise, from the direction of the hallway. Faith dropped into a fighting stance, her first instincts to hunt. Willow turned quickly, simply afraid. "Who is it?" Faith asked.
Slow deliberate footsteps made their way to the door. Faith cursed under her breath, whereas Willow stopped breathing. Dawn stood, wide eyed and hurt. Her lips opened, and her anger seemed to build. "If either of you hurt my sister…" She didn't finish. "You're supposed to be her best friends. How could you?" Dawn turned and disappeared upstairs.
Faith and Willow stood looking at each other for a long time.
* * *
Buffy finally stopped laughing, placing a hand over her chest. She looked at Tara who was chuckling lightly, and found herself entranced by the girl. Willow had picked well, not only was Tara gorgeous, but she was so much fun to be with. They had left early, escaping whatever weirdness was going on between Faith and Dawn (Buffy noticed, but better to ignore.) Currently they were eating, and then Tara was taking her someplace. Similarly, Tara was thinking how perfect Buffy was for Faith. She was beautiful Tara couldn't deny that. But it was more than that.
"Do you think Faith and Willow get along?" Buffy asked, pulling Tara away from her thoughts.
Tara frowned, her brow creasing in concentration. "I think so. I think we all have more in common then we're willing to believe."
"Good answer." Buffy smiled. "How's your rigatoni?"
"Amazing. Your fettucine alfredo?"
"Incredible. I'm amazed you suggested this place. I always wanted to try it."
"Best Italian in Sunnydale."
"I definitely agree… So, how do you know about this place?"
"Faith and I found it when we first started dating." She stopped, looking stricken. "It's just a hangout for us. It's not like a 'romantic date place' for us, or anything."
Buffy smiled. "Tara, I'm not nervous. I'm glad you and Faith are still friends. Besides, my best friend is a handful."
"So's Faith." Tara smiled back.
"I know. So how could you possibly be with both of them?"
"Best to leave one to you. I think you can keep Faith."
"Thanks." Buffy smiled. "So, you really like Willow, huh?"
"I'm falling in love with her." Tara's smile became deeper. It gained a certain sensuality in her lips and became apparent in her eyes.
"Good. Willow needs someone. She's had some bad experience in the past… she needs someone good and decent."
"Do I qualify?"
"More than you know."
"Well… Faith hasn't had the easiest life. She needs someone to connect to; someone who can be strong for her, but still may need to be protected. You fit those qualities well." She smiled. "You're the strongest person I think I've ever met, Buffy. I can sense it already on you. But you're also vulnerable. I think that's an amazing feat."
"Thank you."
"So -- tell me a Willow story."
Buffy grinned. "This is gonna be fun."
* * *
"I hope you don't mind, but I figured the whole point of tonight was y'know, get to know you-ish. So, I figured I'd show you … what I do when I'm not working for you." Willow's eyes bore into Faith's expectantly.
Faith smiled. "Five by five, Red. Lead on."
Willow walked two steps ahead of Faith, leading her into the quad. She walked confidently, seemingly leading with a degree of ease. It was nice to see her so relaxed. Faith hadn't ever seen Willow relaxed. It looked good on her. They entered the building, climbing three staircases. Willow finally lifted her key and slipped it into the lock, she walked in, tossing the keys down on a table without lights. Willow was obviously at home. When the lights flickered on, Faith glanced about her. Willow's room was much like she'd imagined Tara's would have been at a school. There were books lining shelves, all read and marked, from what Faith could see. Her bed was large, looked comfortable, pillows and comforters all over it. She did note, with a smirk, the teddy bear half hidden by a pillow.
Willow looked at Faith; her hand flew up to cover her mouth. "I'm not trying to seduce you!"
Faith looked at Willow, startled. "I didn't think you were."
"Good. It's just, you're in my room, and we're alone, and the last time we were alone, there was kissing, and as good as it was, you're not Tara, and I'm sure I'm not Buffy, I just don't want to mistake you for Tara or you to mistake me for Buffy."
"Willow, it was definitely a mistake. But we should talk about this, so it doesn't happen again."
"So what did happen?" Willow's voice was small.
"You don't know either? Good. I was afraid I was the only one."
"No, I definitely was standing there one minute and having a super slut minute next."
"I'm not sure either of us was really in our right minds. I felt hazy."
"Me too! Lots of haziness!"
"So… what could cause two people to get hazy and ridiculously horny at the same time?"
Willow smiled. "I don't know, but this does lead us to why I brought you up here."
Faith quirked an eyebrow. "Oh?"
"Yeah, I wanted to show you my computer." Willow smiled, taking a seat and spinning into the keyboard. Her fingers tapped furiously, a dance of her fingertips against the keys. Faith stood behind her, watching the blur of her fingers and the rapidly changing screen. "I'm looking it up on some mystical and magic sites I know. Maybe it's a magic spell of some kind."
"You can really get information out of that thing?"
"Definitely. Tons of info, actually. Always helps the research for the Scoobies."
"Scoobies?"
"Yeah, Giles, Buffy, me, Xander, Anya. The Scoobies. It's a nickname we gave ourselves, I guess. But it always kind of fits."
"I get it."
Willow smiled. "Good."
* * *
"This is so cool. I didn't know all these places existed." Tara was enjoying herself, and Buffy was shocked.
"They were kind of my savior after I moved from LA. I was afraid Sunnydale was gonna be a one store town, but it's amazing how much they can actually cram into this place. I'm not surprised you don't know about these stores, I'm shocked you've seen anything but the leather store since you're been here. Faith is sort of… lacking on the whole shopping thing."
Tara smiled. "I think Faith looks great in leather."
Buffy guffawed. "You know, I never would have expected you to say something like that."
Tara shrugged. "I have been with Faith for four years. Something's bound to rub off. Ooo… that's pretty."
"You're right, it is." Buffy smiled. "You can window shop with me anytime."
"Thanks." Tara smiled back at Buffy, genuinely pleased with herself.
* * *
Willow followed Faith into the club. After all, it was Faith's turn in the evening. Willow had spent two hours showing Faith how to use the Internet as a research tool and what being a grad student was like. Faith had seemed surprised Willow still went to school. It was after a long, though, not uncomfortable pause that Faith asked if she could take over the evening. Willow had smiled eager to find what Faith had planned. Faith led her to The Trench, and they wandered in with smiles and waves from the bouncers.
Once inside, Faith leaned over and started explaining to Willow. "Whenever I'm feeling something that I can't express well, I come here. I love to dance; it makes me feel… free. I brought you to come dancing and to try and show you how it can make you feel."
"Great, let's go." Willow loved to dance, and she wanted to see what Faith had to offer.
Faith made eye contact with the DJ. He cut off the song he had been playing, eliciting screams from the crowd. "I'm sorry for that, folks, but Miss Faith is here and we all know what that means… Get ready for the ride." A heavy techno beat started to pound as Faith led Willow dead center of the club. Faith began to dance, following the hard techno beat as it began to speed. Willow, standing in the middle of the club felt herself fall victim to the song as well. A woman's voice flooded over the speaker and Willow found herself following the woman's directions.
~~~ Just come with me, and soon we'll fly, we'll take a trip to paradise, so just surrender and be free, to feel the rush of ecstasy…~~~
Willow and Faith were dancing, and a spectator's circle had filled in around them. Faith was used to it, Willow felt it difficult to keep her clothes on. Her dancing with Faith was provocative, sexy, but not sexual. She was enjoying herself… Faith was right. Dancing is a release. The music started to build and climax…
~~~ Get ready for the ride, I'm gonna make touch the sky, get ready for the ride, we're moving at the speed of light, get ready for the ride, together we'll be flying on into the night…~~~
Suddenly Willow was entranced, she and Faith dancing as if they'd never stop. They were totally involved in their movements echoing the feeling of the song with the movement of their bodies. They were having fun as friends. Willow grinned, and Faith smiled back. Both were happy with the moment, both were ignoring the little voices in their heads that said "something's wrong".
* * *
Maureen nearly burst out loud with laughter when she saw Faith and the red haired chick walk into The Trench. "I work here!" Talk about wandering into the monster's clutches. She laughed before raising a palm at them. The energy flowed from her to them, more than last night. More than any human being could resist. She watched with amusement as their dancing got closer and sexier.
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Mmm... all for now, I'm tired. Nighty night.
[This message has been edited by Chance (edited August 16, 2001).]
by tommo » Thu Aug 16, 2001 12:54 am
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"She looked across at Willow, whose face was filled with light. She had never felt so calm and happy, and strong..." ~ Unseen: Door To Alternity
by legend » Thu Aug 16, 2001 9:11 pm
by xita » Fri Aug 17, 2001 1:39 am
And Tara sounds like she is the kind of girl you marry but you don't have fun with. I think Tara is a lot sexier than Faith and probably a better time in bed.
oh poor tara.. when she finds out.
by Rane » Fri Nov 30, 2001 12:32 am
by nika » Fri Nov 30, 2001 6:29 am
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"Eat lot's of applesauce, preferably fed to you by attractive young lesbians." Amber Benson
by Brynn » Fri Nov 30, 2001 6:55 am
by Chance » Fri Nov 30, 2001 11:42 am
Chapter 9, Part 1
And suddenly, the friendship was attraction again… In the middle of the dance floor, they practically pounced on each other. The kiss was passionate, engulfing. Their lips met in an urgency that neither before had felt. If pressed, it would have been easily regarded as willed by some force unbeknownst to either of them. Unfortunately, they were right. Faith closed her arms around Willow's back, pulling her more firmly up against her body. She pressed against Willow never breaking the kiss. It was consuming them; the passion would not be swallowed or choked. It demanded to be satisfied. Faith pressed her leg between Willow's and Willow slid into it, one of her arm sliding into Faith's hair and pressing her face even harder down while running her fingers through. Faith felt like every part of her was on fire, her skin blazed a trail from her fingertips, up her arms, and down her spine, resting somewhere below her navel. One of them moaned under the weight of the other. Neither knew which one of them it was. They were a unit, a solid, working together to release the strain on both of their bodies.
Faith's hands were reached up and clasped at the neck of Willow's shirt. She was prepared to rip it clean off when one of her employees tapped her shoulder. Faith flipped around with fire in her eyes. "What?!?"
She was greeted by Jared, her faithful fairy friend, as he referred to himself. "Faith, baby, I know you ain't yellin' at me like that. Now listen honey, if you're all about being the respectable girl these days, why don't you take this pretty little thing and run along to a room or something? The way you're ripping at each other in the middle of the dance floor… tsk tsk, honey. Everyone in this club knows what you two are about."
Faith turned, and stared at Willow, who stared back at her. Both were trying to understand what was happening to them.
* * *
Maureen was tickled pink. Faith was horrified, she had no idea what was going on, and Maureen was the cause of it all. If the stupid bitch had just slept with her, this would all be over. It wouldn't have had to be this long and torturous. But now, now Faith was going to suffer. For everything Maureen imagined her doing. She held out her palm again…
* * *
Faith and Willow loomed closer, their senses seemingly overtaken by something else…
* * *
And then Jared pressed a beer bottle into Maureen's hand. "Relax honey. You can't use the force to get that one." Jared motioned to Faith. "If you want her, why don't you let her know?" He had mistaken her spell for some sort of misguided unrequited love.
"Back off, Jar. I have better things to be doing than that."
"I'd watch it if I were you, that is your boss." And with that, he had disappeared into the crowd again. Maureen turned back to continue the spell, but by then the two were nowhere in sight.
* * *
Faith and Willow had run from the club, out into the cold air. Both were now panting from the exertion of their running, attempting to calm their racing hearts and their racing libidos. Neither would look at the other. Their eyes darted quickly to the other, and then away again. Each was trying to will the other to say something. Finally, it was Faith that spoke. "We have to stop doing this."
"No kidding." Willow's voice was much more bitter than Faith had expected or imagined it could be.
"Look, Red, I don't know what's going on with either of us. But I love Buffy."
"And I love Tara. But something is going on. I can't figure out what." Willow sighed. "I like you Faith. You seem like a really nice person, and I have to admit, you're beautiful. But you're not my type. You're too brash, too up front. And you do the whole 'I'm strong yet sad, please hug me, because I'm a lost puppy' thing, which really isn't my type at all. I don't think we're very compatible, and I'm in love with your best friend. I don't want to hurt her. And I don't think you want to hurt my best friend, but we really are. We're on that road. And, to top it all off, we've been caught. So I think we have to talk about this, now, before it gets any worse that it already is."
Faith stared at her for a moment. "You're babbling."
"I do that." Willow threw a look back at her that made Faith smile. The irony played across her face, as if to say "you're worried about that now?"
"Fair enough. Look, I'm not sure what happens. It's like, all of a sudden, we're fine. We can function as friends. But then my head gets all cloudy and I want you more than anything else in this world. But now I realize that I want Buffy like that, when my head's clear."
"I feel the same way."
"So why is this happening?"
"I'm not sure. Maybe it's time to tell someone." Willow looked at Faith, her expression grave.
"Like who? Buffy? I have a feeling she'll kill us."
"And if we tell Tara it'll kill her."
"We'll have to figure this out."
"I know." They looked at each other for a long minute. "Let's go home."
"Sounds good to me."
* * *
Chance.
Edited to say: Jared may seem stereotypical, but he's based on a friend, so leave the poor kid alone, huh? (I just didn't want anyone to think I'd sell out like that. )
[This message has been edited by Chance (edited November 30, 2001).]
by tommo » Fri Nov 30, 2001 8:50 pm
However, I still love the way you write Faith.
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"Yeah, cheers, thanks a lot." ~ Patsy Stone
by Rane » Fri Nov 30, 2001 11:09 pm
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TARA- We're forgetting about the troll. Let's pay attention to the troll.
by Brynn » Sat Dec 01, 2001 5:56 am
i really do love this fic ... keep up the good work!
by aladdin » Sat Dec 01, 2001 10:19 am
Whatever you are going to do with the characters...don't hurt them too much. Picturing Tara hearing about W/F makes me very upset..and still, I SO wanna read that.
OK. That doesn't make sense. I guess that was just my way of pleading for a happy end after "a long and bumpy ride".
You have a great style and develop the characters so nicely..you can feel the love W/T have for each other and than again this deep attraction of Willow and Faith.
Aaaaaaargh, please post more of this.
Plus, you made half the Kitten-Board faint!
I had a wonderful time reading it and I'm sure you will find a good and interesting solution...the way you like it, you will show us where this is heading. And don't forget the angst...but well, I think I didn't need to say that anyhow.
Ala
by Puff » Sat Dec 01, 2001 10:34 am
I look forward to the next part.
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Bloody hell, sodding, limey, shagging, knickers, bollocks...oh God...I'm English
by aladdin » Mon Dec 03, 2001 10:26 pm
We are impatiently waiting for the next update
Ala
by littlekitty » Fri Dec 07, 2001 8:45 pm
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~Spread beneath my Willow tree-You make me complete~
by Jae » Fri Dec 07, 2001 8:49 pm
by TL983 » Fri Dec 07, 2001 9:22 pm
by aladdin » Fri Dec 07, 2001 11:57 pm
And no, I'm not putting pressure on you, Chance, I'm just encouraging you to sit down on your butt and write some new parts!! That's no pressure, it's just advice. Chance, I just love this fic. It's powerful, interesting, so well-written and a fascinating storyline and I'd love to read more of it. Do I get more if I start memorizing the first parts?? Because, if yes...just tell me, I'll start studying.
And don't be offended by the discussion (looong ago) about this fic being off-topic, 'kay?
Keep it up...this definitely is one of the best pieces I ever read about W/T and if there's anything else I can do to make you spit out these updates, do tell.
Sorry, I'm talking crap but I don't know what happens to me at this time at night..it's frightening!
Edited to add: you are going to write more of it, right?
*hugs*
Ala
[This message has been edited by aladdin (edited December 08, 2001).]
by Chance » Sat Dec 08, 2001 3:14 am
This is definitely for Aladdin, 'cuz you made me get off my ass. Took me about an hour, but it's an update for you.
Chapter Nine, Part 2
Willow parted from Faith, both offering the slightest goodnight with a glance at each other. She moved slowly towards Tara's room, careful not to make noise lest she wake her girlfriend up. As she reached the door, her hand went out, splaying itself across the wooden frame. She leaned her body against it, and allowed herself a moment. She wondered at how at home she felt with this door and the woman behind it. Knowing her for such a short time, and yet knowing her for all of her life. It was like she had been in a state of semi-consciousness, and now she was fully awake for the first time. She knew she loved Tara. She knew it, more deeply than she had ever known anything. All of her life, she had excelled in school, the taking in of knowledge. Her mind grew ever more expansive, to encompass every detail a teacher was willing to dole out. But that was just it, it was all knowledge she knew just with her mind. She knew she loved Tara totally. She knew it in her mind; she processed the information like she would any other fact. Her physical reaction to being near Tara spoke volumes to the scholar within her: accelerated heartbeat, a flush of color in her skin, a general clamminess that befell her hands. And yet the psychic and spiritual impacts were far more telling: the general calm that washed over her, the way she feared nothing and accepted everything. Tara made her feel as if every part of her life was suddenly vibrantly important. But perhaps, simply, was how her heart stretched every day until she felt it might implode with all of the love she felt for Tara. It was funny, actually. When Willow was younger, Xander teased her that she would forever be too much of an intellectual to ever truly understand love. But she knew now how wrong he was. Because for the first time in her life, although she still followed the thought process of reason, it seemed unnecessary. Tara was all the logic or reason she'd ever need.
Finally, she'd had enough of thinking of Tara; she wanted to see her. She turned the knob slowly; testing it's creaking factor. It opened soundlessly. Light poured from the hall into the room. Tara was lying simply, a sheet pulled up to her waist, an arm tossed to the side where Willow imagined she could snuggle in. Her other arm was underneath her pillow, her hair spilling over the pillow, but to Willow's overwhelming excitement, not over her face. Her full lips totally attainable, Willow's ached. Her eyelids were covering the eyes Willow sought to see, but she imagined she could solve that circumstance with little effort. But did she want to wake her up? She debated this in her mind as she began to pull off her clothes. Tara's creamy skin seemed to stretch into oblivion, only a red satin bra standing in Willow's way of perfect heaven. If she knew her lover well enough, she imagined if she pulled at the sheet, there would be found matching panties, and that was enough for Willow. She was waking her girlfriend up. She slipped into the bed and under Tara's arm, facing her girlfriend. Her hand crept slowly to her girlfriend's side, and she captured those lips... holding them with her own for a time. She was met with surprise when her lips were parted by her supposedly sleeping love. Her hand met with another hand before it reached its destination. The kiss deepened, Tara darting in and taking control of Willow's mouth. Willow suddenly knew what it felt like to be taken. As their lips parted, Tara's eyes slowly opened, and her lips snaked into a sexy half smile. "I was waiting for you." She whispered.
"Why'd you pretend to be asleep?" Willow asked, murmuring low.
"So I could surprise you when I wasn't." Tara smiled, and that was a good enough answer for Willow.
They moved together, enjoying the feeling of their lips and teeth and tongues meshing together. Their kisses were slow, aching, passionate. Neither was in a rush -- both felt very comfortable with the knowledge that they had what seemed like forever. Willow's hand finally reached Tara's side where it lightly stroked and tickled. Tara's hand met Willow's hair, running through it, enjoying the feel of the silkiness under her fingertips. Willow rolled on top of Tara slowly, taking a full minute to reach the top. Her leg slipped in between her girlfriends, the other resting next to those thighs. Their legs pressed together, cradling each other. The skin against skin was delicious, both enjoying the feel of the other. Willow felt herself moan slightly at the contact, her legs felt numb and responsive at the same time. It worked its way in between them, starting a dull ache Willow found to be painful in the most delightful way. Tara's hands had begun to trace and etch their way over Willow, running slowly up her arms, as if to warm her. She reached and cupped Willow's face in her hands, bringing her girlfriend's lips to hers once more. While they met, her fingertips grazed the skin on Willow's neck and her back, trailing down her spine in a slow journey. She slid her hands underneath the cotton that stood between her and her girlfriend's nudity. Her nails grazed circles on each cheek, before her hands reached, firmly cupping, and she pulled Willow towards her more firmly.
Willow smiled at this, her knee finding Tara's satin panties (she grinned) and finding them... moist. Very moist. Tara raised her own knee, meeting Willow in the same fashion. They smiled at each other, each finding the other's arousal thoroughly enticing. Willow started a slow rocking motion that Tara soon found and followed, and it built slowly. Willow captured her girlfriend's lips again, and then pulled away to lick, nip and suck at her neck. Tara, in the meantime, took this opportunity to suck Willow's earlobe gently into her mouth and tug at it, something that drove Willow nuts. The redhead's hands found their way to that bra she had admired so much in the beginning, tracing it, enjoying the feeling of the satin. Through the material, Tara's nipples were demanding attention. Willow giggled, she found the sight of them poking through the bra quite entertaining. She bent her head and bit down gently, tugging; much like Tara did at her earlobe. She had learned quickly this action drove Tara up the wall. The blond's eyes rolled back. They continued to rock against each other, both finding what they needed from the other.
It was then that something changed. Completeness swam through both of their bodies, sending them further and further into a sexual whirlwind. They fell and disappeared into each other, separating only to do it again. They were connected; each feeling as though their body now had another attachment. Their pleasure intensified, growing stronger and stronger. Their minds linked both searching for a way to express how incredible and loved they felt. They understood at the same time they were already saying it. The motions suddenly didn't matter; they might as well have been sitting still. Starting in their fingertips and trailing through their bodies down to and through their toes, a slow myriad of sensation greeted them -- they felt drugged by their union.
When release finally struck them, it hit Tara first, rolling over her in waves. She grabbed Willow, pulling her body and weight down against her own. It was in this closeness that she enjoyed the feelings more intensely. The release wasn't simply her own then; it involved her lover still, and something Tara wished were even more possible. She wanted Willow to be able to feel how she made her feel. It seemed fairly impossible, but she still wished for it. Willow was overcome. Watching Tara surrender was enough to send her over the edge herself... Tara's skin rubbing against hers while she let go was a delightful sensation, and it felt three times more powerful than it ever had before. They both relaxed into each other.
Tara whispered gently into the air and Willow's ear, "There is nothing on this earth or beyond that could make me feel as beautiful as you do."
Willow smiled. "Good. Then you know a tenth of what I feel when I'm with you. And even though it seems impossible to ever have you understand the full power and effect you have on me... I never intend to stop trying."
"Better not."
They kissed again, neither of them knew or felt anything besides the exquisiteness of what had just transpired. It was like they were born again in each other's arms, and this moment would die in their arms as well. But it was to be cherished for the rest of their lives, just as every moment like this would. The world had washed away, and left only them, and neither of them really noticed.
Edited to use the spell checked version. It's 5 AM damnit!
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[This message has been edited by Chance (edited December 08, 2001).]
by mollyig » Sat Dec 08, 2001 3:41 am
The love, both physical and spiritual, was beautifully described. I especially liked this line:
the way she feared nothing and accepted everything
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Anya: You think it's sensible for me to go down into that pit of
cotton-top hell, and let them hippity-hop all over my vulnerable flesh?
by Brynn » Sat Dec 08, 2001 8:28 am
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by aladdin » Sat Dec 08, 2001 3:22 pm
Any comments about this update will be in there...and thank you so much for writing another part and I'm glad I motivated you!
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by littlekitty » Sat Dec 08, 2001 4:11 pm
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~Spread beneath my Willow tree-You make me complete~
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