by Fuzz » Sat Jan 05, 2002 9:57 pm
Okay..that was...
( Still feeling dizzy and blush )
that was totally...WOW!
for one moment,when Willow stopped,I thought " Uh-oh! here we go,she's gonna do it again,torturing me with something interrupting smoochies " ( even that was far beyond smoochies in my sense ) But then everything continued and also very beautiful scene. So,...Me got this scene.Me happy.
I luv it,I love it in the truck too. ( not me!I mean..them... )
Looking impatiencely forward to next update!
*Fuzz*
by Jessie » Sat Jan 05, 2002 10:32 pm
But I can't ... now I have to go get my girlfriend from the living room ... *whew* great update.
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"And how long have you known your girlfriend's Tinkerbell?"
by Brynn » Sun Jan 06, 2002 12:05 am
I am here for you kerrison! hee hee
love the fic
love the last bit
truck? no problem ... still romantic and very sexy
wow is all i have to say -- i am in awe as always from reading your stuff Rane!
by Tempest819 » Sun Jan 06, 2002 12:10 am
by Jae » Sun Jan 06, 2002 12:13 am
by Lonewolf » Sun Jan 06, 2002 12:47 am
Lonewolf
by willow_thebadasswitch » Sun Jan 06, 2002 2:08 am
quote:
Originally posted by Rane:
ok, i have my reasons for doing this scene this way. some would say *NEVER! in a car* and others would be like, *but that's so non barry white and sarah mclaghlan-y* whatever.
Nope. No complaints here. Tis really well written. If I try hard enough, maybe I can explain why I thought it was ok... but right now, I just want a cold shower.
quote:by 'lucy' moore » Sun Jan 06, 2002 5:55 am
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fiat justitia,ruat caelum.
by faithphreak » Sun Jan 06, 2002 6:03 am
by willow420 » Sun Jan 06, 2002 8:35 am
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A.K.A. Liz
"What the frilly heck was that?" Willow in After Life
by CaptMurdock » Sun Jan 06, 2002 9:43 am
Hmmm...relying on Cousin Beth's good nature...doesn't seem safe to me. I hope those two are careful...
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"Good God, that's a lot of shake!"
by Nat » Mon Jan 07, 2002 12:40 pm
I loved the way that you had all the unresolved sexual tension between them!
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Willow ;I had too much nog.
Tara ;Oh, baby, want me to rub your tummy?She likes it when i......stop explaining things.
by The Rose » Mon Jan 07, 2002 9:21 pm
It's Monday. Where's our update?
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Tara: My heart doesn't stutter.
Tara: Willow, I got so lost.
Willow: I found you. I will always find you.
Tara: Nobody messes with my girl!
by KittyKo » Mon Jan 07, 2002 9:23 pm
by orion » Mon Jan 07, 2002 9:45 pm
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"Okay, thats a little blacker then I like my arts" -Willow
by Arat sevol Wolliw » Mon Jan 07, 2002 10:29 pm
Sarah - who is itching for more, yet is sensitive to Rane's needs.
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Je. Vous. Dois. DOULEUR! - Willow (Frenchily telling Glory who's boss in Tough Love)
by Kerrison » Mon Jan 07, 2002 10:39 pm
Ok.
Now I'm going to be kinda selfish and wonder if Rane's ok, where's our update?
HELLO!! Withdrawl??
-Kerry
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by Time » Mon Jan 07, 2002 10:42 pm
quote:
Originally posted by Rane:
i will be taking the weekend off and returning to you kittens with a great update on Monday. (maybe earlier). so have a good weekend everyone!
ummm...trying to be patient
quote:by Katharyn » Tue Jan 08, 2002 12:03 pm
I am playing catch up with fics after a few days away and am I glad I saved this for last...
Rane I shall just say MMMMMMNNN!
Possibly more than once.
Katharyn
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She's my always
by Rane » Tue Jan 08, 2002 1:15 pm
my mother found a lump in her breast on Friday and she's getting a biospy tomorrow. we're waiting to see if she has cancer. normally, i'd be like, *she'll be fine* and carry on with my day but it just hit me really hard. even though we have a history of cancer in our family i've never really lost anyone close to me and if i were to lose my mother i think i'd die. but i'm being positive about it and i KNOW she'll be fine. it's just a scare. i hope.
as i tend to write to escape life, hehe, i have written some more flutie but it's not in any order yet. i need a couple of days to settle the fic.
please, dont turn this into a condolence thread (i'll have to start a whole new one for the actual fic . i know you kittens wish her well. just send us some cheery karmic waves and go hug those you love.
so thanks again for your patience and comments. i really appreciate knowing you like what i write and are looking forward to more.
*HUGS*
by Fuzz » Tue Jan 08, 2002 2:39 pm
Take it easy ok? and take all the time you need.This,we can wait.I'm more concern about you....
* Hug *
Everything will be fine.I mean,all good things always come to wonderful people.And you are wonderful.
Really,be strong alright?And let us know the good news too ok?
Take care * hug again *
*Fuzz*
by Kerrison » Tue Jan 08, 2002 2:44 pm
Are you a Jewish Mother by any chance? You've got this guilt thing down!!
Tell your mom to duck; with all these good vibes from the kitties comming her way, she'll need to duck to keep from being blown away.
Hugs,
Kerry
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"Life is eternal. It has no beginning and no end. The loving friends we meet on our journey return to us time after time. We never die because we were never really born."
by tommo » Tue Jan 08, 2002 2:54 pm
Good wishes, love.
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"Bitter, party of one. Bitter, party of one." she muttered... ~ Four Months After by Capt. Murdock
by The Rose » Tue Jan 08, 2002 7:28 pm
I hope everything works out.
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Tara: My heart doesn't stutter.
Tara: Willow, I got so lost.
Willow: I found you. I will always find you.
Tara: Nobody messes with my girl!
by Rane » Tue Jan 08, 2002 8:15 pm
and kerry, you are a silly billy but right on the spot. i'm the other type of jewish mother, overprotective. well, to my cat at least, no kids yet.
thanks fuzz and the rose for your words. hugs.
sarah, i love your username. so cute!
capt- zalman who? and about beth, she became a bitch after tara said she wasn't going to go back home. i think she was more jealous than that being her character. when we meet her she's extreemly shy, even when talking to tara at first. maybe that's just how i perceive her.
thanks everyone else for their comments and feedback. mucho hugs and kisses!
hehe, just wanted to let you all know that i have NEVER done it in a car or truck. i dont know how exactly that would work or how comfortable it would be. I agree having their first experience like that made it more NOW (they're young and they're hot for each other). there will be repercussions and angst. a part of me wants this to be a angst free fic, another says its mandatory. i've set up things taht i haven't a clue how to play them off yet. but i always do... so....
i'm actually beta-ing some scenes tonight. so maybe tomorrow i'll have something for you. thanks again!
by Jessie » Tue Jan 08, 2002 8:36 pm
I hope all turns out well for you and yours ... sending happy, healhty thoughts.
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"And how long have you known your girlfriend's Tinkerbell?"
by Kilopto » Tue Jan 08, 2002 8:51 pm
I just wanted to say thanks for this amazing fic! The thing I really adore is how you can take the characters and put them into an entirely different situation but they still remain the same W/T we know and love. I guess that's just another way of saying this is EXCELLENT characterization!!!! You really have a talent for writing these two girls! A new way it could have happened and yet it's still totally how I can see Willow and Tara acting. Love it love it love it!
Thanks!
by lurker1.0 » Tue Jan 08, 2002 9:19 pm
And I'm definetly looking forward to the next part of this great story. Angst or no angst, I trust you'll get us through it and make all things good in the end.
by Rane » Wed Jan 09, 2002 12:16 am
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Willow found herself snuggling in Tara’s arms. Her ear against Tara’s chest, above her heart. She listened to it beat. It had since slowed down but still beat strong. Like it wanted to leap out and touch her.
The blonde’s nails hadn’t stopped drawing faint patterns over her lower back, her spine, her shoulder blades. Willow could feel the little droplets of sweat mixing in between the valley of her breasts and Tara’s tummy. And it was sticky and warm. In a good way. Tara’s legs were still bent and Willow was resting in between them, laying on top of her. She was still hugging Tara.
Not a word had been spoken yet, just little sighs acknowledging the gratified feelings both enjoyed.
After what seemed like blessed eternity, Willow pulled up her head and smiled. “Tara?” she asked as quietly as possible.
“Yes?” The blonde murmured as she looked over at her.
“It’s just-“ Willow frowned a bit. “My knees are starting to hurt, and I’m losing feeling on my lower legs.” She remained kneeling, her feet bent up against the trucks’ window.
“Oh, Willow, I’m sorry.” Tara said as she tried shuffling out from under.
The encased space of the truck made it difficult for the two girls to move around easily. “Ow,” Willow cried as all the movement rushed blood back into her legs. “Oh god!” Tara squealed when she accidentally whacked Willow on the cheek with her elbow. “I’m sorry,” Willow told Tara after stepping on her hands. “Umph.” Tara voiced as her shoulder knocked against the rearview mirror.
“Are you all right?” Willow asked worriedly as she buttoned up her pants and settled herself down in front of the steering wheel. She unintentionally honked the horn as Tara nodded. Both girls jumped in place and began to giggle uncontrollably.
After the fits subsided, Willow reached over with her right hand and caressed Tara’s cheek. Her timid, saintly smile warmed her heart. Tara cupped Willow’s hand and kissed the inside of her palm, her eyes never disconnecting with Willow’s.
She could smell and taste herself on Willow’s hand, and Tara wanted to say it then. She wanted to say it there. She took in a breath but no words came out when she exhaled.
As the moonlight shone through the windshield, Willow’s eyes languidly darted down her body and grinned. “I have a pair like that.” she mentioned after recognizing Tara’s hearts underwear.
“I guess you shop at Sears too, huh?” Tara said as she reached down to collect her clothes. Miscalculating the distance, she inadvertently knocked her head against the dashboard.
“Tara!” Willow shouted as she reached over to her.
“I’m o-ok. I d-didn’t see it.” She looked over at Willow as she rubbed the upper part of her face. “Owwey.”
Willow quickly kissed her forehead. “Are you all right?”
Tara nodded bashfully.
“Maybe I should turn on the light. It is kinda darknessy in here.” Willow said as she reached up to turn on the little center light on the ceiling of the truck.
“No. I’m fine. It’s fine.” Tara reached out and held her hand back. “I can see.”
“Ok.” Willow answered as she mindfully watched Tara bring up all their clothes.
Even though she was topless, Willow’s body was nevertheless burning up. The truck was filled with heat, from their bodies, from their lovemaking. She could smell the mix of their essences and the smell of Tara’s truck: girlie musk, sweat and vanilla. “Do you mind if, uh…” She stopped talking, realizing that opening the windows would probably drive away the ambrosial scent. She inhaled deeply and closed her eyes as she sighed, nervously handling the steering wheel.
Willow’s demeanor made Tara a bit fretful. “Willow, are you ok?” she asked as she jittery rolled down her window.
“Tara-!” But it was too late, Willow felt a cool breeze rush into the car. It chilled her.
“Willow?” Tara asked, a look of concern clouded her face.
“I’m fine. It’s just…” The redhead sadly reached over to her door and lowered her own window as well for cross ventilation. She could smell the scent fading. Willow quickly crossed her arms over her bare chest and stared at the steering wheel dejectedly.
Tara’s hear stopped. She didn’t like the despondent look on Willow’s face. It was starting, Willow was disgusted with herself. With her. A few seconds later Tara handed Willow her bra and shirt without looking at her. “Here.”
As Willow and Tara dressed the blonde’s distraught facial cast did not escape Willow. “Tara? Are you… mad at me?” the redhead questioned once she put her jacket on.
Tara looked at her with due precautions. She didn’t want Willow to see her like this, as if she were about to cry. “No…” she stated trying to control her voice.
Willow knew her better, she knew Tara was uncomfortable. “Baby, what’s wrong?” She reached over to cup her hands. “Why-“
Out of the darkness a figure emerged. Devon turned a flashlight onto the two startled girls. “What is going on? What are you doing in the truck, Rosenberg? What is that smell? Are you two smoking pot?”
“What?! No!” Willow said after screaming in fright. Where had Devon come from?
“In-incense.” Tara mouthed as she looked down at her lap mortified and reached out to the glove compartment and opened it.
“At three o’clock in the morning?”
“Three?!” Willow was shocked. She looked over to Tara and noticed the same expression.
“Yah.” Devon held up his wrist and flashed the light on his watch. “3:14 to be precise.” He then turned the light on Willow’s face.
The redhead quickly held her arm up to shield herself from the bright light. “Devon, quit it! Turn that off.”
Devon shut off the flashlight. “So, what *are* you doing out here, Will?”
“What are *you* doing out here?” she retorted. She felt so immature playing that game.
Devon leaned in and whispered, “I’m a night owl.” He backed away from the window and laughed. “But don’t tell anyone.”
She’d known Devon now for over two years and still couldn’t figure out his sense of humor. “Don’t worry, I wont.”
Devon quickly shone the light on Tara who was staring at the dashboard after having lit a stick of Vanilla incense. “And you, Tara? What is your true point of business at Camp Flutie this evening? Or is it morning?” he asked himself.
Willow immediately grabbed the flashlight from him. “Devon!”
“Hey! Give it back!” he shouted as Willow rolled up her window. “Come on, Will!” his shouts muffled by the glass.
Tara looked over at Willow’s grinning trickster face and chuckled quietly.
Devon began to knock on the window incessantly. “Come on! I won’t stop knocking. I wont.”
Willow looked over to Tara and smiled. “What do you think? Should I give him back his flashlight?”
Tara nodded. “That’s g-getting annoying.” She referred to the knocking.
Willow looked over to Devon again. He shouted as he knocked, “Come on, Will. My knuckles are starting to hurt.” He complained.
“Promise you will never flash any lights in peoples faces again.”
“I promise.”
Willow continued, “Promise you will no longer blast ‘Who Let the Dog’s Out?’ as our morning wake up song.”
“I promise.”
“Promise you will never fart anymore in a van full of people.” Devon stopped knocking on the window and stared at her in shock. “Promise.” she repeated.
Devon dropped his shoulders. “Will, that’s half the fun of road trips!” He registered her resolve face and sighed. “Ok, fine, I promise. It’s not like you come to our gigs anymore anyhow.”
The last statement hurt Willow. She knew that at first she was nothing more than Oz’s girlfriend to Devon, but eventually they began to tolerate each other and became friendlier. Being a best friend’s girlfriend was an odd situation for Willow. She’d always been the best friend jealous of Xander’s crushes. She knew from experience what it felt like to think you were second best.
Willow slowly lowered her window and handed him his flashlight silently.
“Thanks. Geez, I never believed Oz when he said you had a little sadistic streak in you.”
“Go away, Devon.” She said in a hushed tone even as she glared at him.
Devon huffed and turned to walk away. Willow’s eyes never wandered from the receding figure.
“I-I should go.” Tara stammered, breaking the silence.
Willow quickly turned to Tara. “I’m sorry about him. He’s a jerk sometimes.”
“It’s n-not about Devon.” She admitted.
“Is it about the sadistic streak comment? Cause, Tara, that’s not true. Way off. Never. I mean sometimes I get a little crazy- But not crazy, crazy like whips and chains and stuff but- I’m not wild at all. I’m totally vanilla. A-and the only reason I know that phrase is because- Ok, I’m definitely not following what *I’m* saying anymore so maybe I should shut up now.”
Tara simply stared at her. No smile, like when Willow tended to babble. Not a frown on her face either. For the first time since she’d known her Willow couldn’t read Tara’s body language. “Tara?” she asked, alarmed.
The blonde lowered her head as she nervously played with her hands. “I think I s-should go.” She voiced again.
“Why?” Willow felt like crying. What happened? She didn’t understand. Everything was perfect. Why was Tara suddenly acting like this?
“It’s late.” She answered.
“No, tell me what’s wrong… Please.” Willow reached over and clasped her hands.
“I-“ Tara looked up at her but couldn’t finish.
Willow’s chest was beginning to hurt. “Was it me? Did I do something wrong? Please tell me.”
Tara shook her head ardently. “No, it was me. This is all my fault.”
“What? What is?” But Tara didn’t answer, she simply looked down at their tied hands. Somehow, with her silence, Willow just knew. “You think I’m going to run away from you?” Tara’s quick glance answered her. “I’m not. Tara, I’m here. I told you already, I want this. I know it. I feel it. Since the moment we met. I’ve never felt this way. I thought I was in love before but no- not like this. Not this certain. Making love to you proved it.”
Tara wanted to speak. She wanted to tell Willow so much. Everything. But she couldn’t. She was afraid. Afraid to speak and stutter, afraid to speak and mess everything this up, afraid to speak and have Willow hate her. “I’ve never, um…” Tara stopped and stared at the trail smoke drifting away from the stick of incense.
Willow was astounded as the realization of what she thought Tara was about to admit registered. “I… What?”
Tara was in love with her, she knew that. Even before she met her. She had to tell her now and she fought hard to not stutter. “You’re the only p-person I’ve… given myself to…” she said as tears threatened to escape.
Willow’s thoughts went on overdrive. ‘I’m Tara’s first? How is this possible!? Tara kissed the right places, she touched the right spots, she knew exactly how to-‘
Tara’s blues connected with Willow, quieting her head. “I’m sorry if I-… I kn-know you have more experience than-“
Willow quickly wiped the single tear that ran down Tara’s cheek. “Tara, no, you- you were amazing. I… I can’t believe this… I’m your first?” Willow asked a bit light-headed by the admission.
“My only.” Tara spoke in a whisper.
Willow beamed at the confession. Then, the sudden awareness of where they were, where they made love… “Oh my god!” Willow freaked out. “I’m awful! Tara, this- I’m- In your truck? I mean, how romantic am I? ‘Ooh, let’s go look at stars’,” she began to mock. “And then- and the…”
Tara looked at her, “Hey, the stars were my idea,” she pouted.
Willow recognized how she’d sounded, “No! I meant the part after. It’s just there was ear nibbling and- There was that thing that you did with you hands in my hair- hoo- ” Willow breathed deeply. “But I didn’t know. I would’ve- We-“
“What? You would have done it differently? I d-didn’t want that. I wanted you to be you.” She said as she whisked Willow’s hand with her own.
Willow modestly smiled at Tara. “I was. For the first time in my life I was.” She took another deep breath before asking, “Was I, uh- Did you, um- Tara?” She hoped she wouldn’t have to actually say the words. She was blushing so hard right now her cheeks were burning.
She’d felt Tara’s body release but just wanted to make sure. She remembered that the first time she had an orgasm it was tiny, and compared to subsequent ones not very powerful. She just wanted to be positive Tara had been satisfied.
Tara loved watching Willow squirm so cute like that and bashfully smiled. The same thoughts were running through her mind. She lovingly squeezed her hand and replied, “Yes.”
Willow grinned. “Good. Me too… You just touch me and I… I get hot. And bothered… And I cant think of anything else. I just…”
Tara noticed the tears forming in Willow’s eyes. They twinkled with the moonlight. Tara leaned forward and kissed her forehead. She then kissed her lips as she encircled the redhead in her arms once more.
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TBC...
by Dumbsaint » Wed Jan 09, 2002 12:37 am
So wonderful, this fic. And this update couldn't come at a better time. I so badly needed W/T sweetness this evening. Thanks.
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Well, yeah. You know, wholesome in that naked, writhing heap of multi-bodied girlflesh way.
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