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She's my everything!
by Tiggrscorpio » Tue Jan 08, 2002 5:39 pm
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She's my everything!
by cperrins1 » Tue Jan 08, 2002 7:13 pm
Christina
by LeatherQueen » Tue Jan 08, 2002 7:20 pm
And the explanation of the title was beautiful. And the cute little old lady was hilarious!
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"Honey, I'm the original one-eyed chicklet in the kingdom of the blind." -Glory
by Kerrison » Tue Jan 08, 2002 7:26 pm
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 Rane » Tue Jan 08, 2002 8:18 pm
by Kerrison » Tue Jan 08, 2002 11:28 pm
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Their hips brushed each other as they both stepped towards the sink at the same time.
"Sorry," Tara said, smirking. Her hands were full of fresh winter spinach she had picked from Willow's garden.
"My fault," Willow replied, trying to cover a smile. She stepped aside, holding the butcher-wrapped salmon filet in one hand and a woven basket in the other. Setting the basket on the counter, she unwrapped the fillet before seasoning it. "Salt and Pepper ok?" she asked.
Tara nodded, washing off the fresh greens under a light tap. "Sounds great. There are lemons in your fruit basket, too. They might be good," she suggested.
Willow nodded and pulled a lemon out of the fruit bowl, slicing it into strips and laying it atop the seasoned fish. She looked up, catching Tara's eye and they smiled at each other.
"Salad should be ready soon," Tara said, smirking.
Willow nodded and winked. "Good. Let me go toss the fish on the fire," she said, picking up the fish and heading through the large french doors that separated her kitchen from her backyard.
It was impossible for Tara to keep the blush off her face, a result of Willow's wink. Through the door's glass, she watched the slim figure tend to the pit-fire and placing the fish atop it's metal grill. Aged well, to say the least, Tara thought to herself, taking in an appreciative view of Willow's backside as she put the salad component's into bowls.
I've missed this, she mused, grabbing the bowls and heading out to Willow. The aroma of the grilled salmon wafted on the breeze. "Smells good," she said, sitting on the stone bench beside the redhead.
Willow nodded, her gaze blank and directed in front of her no where in particular.
"Will?" Tara asked, trying to get her friend's attention.
"Hmm?" Willow murmured, slipping out of her revere. She smiled, taking the bowl Tara offered her. "Thanks. Buffy should like the punching bag we got her."
Tara nodded, taking a bite of tomato from her salad. "Where'd you go off to, just then?" She prodded gently.
Willow shrugged. "Just thinking about lots of things."
"Share your thoughts with me?" Tara asked, knowing that she may not have any right to ask such a thing.
The redhead regarded Tara with a surprised expression. "Um...oh, yeah," she said, fiddling with the bowl in her hands. "I was just thinking that it's the middle of Chanukah and Christmas is coming up, too, so is winter solstice. Lots of celebrations, lots of things to be thankful for."
Tara nodded again, offering Willow a slice of cucumber, the vegetable taken delicately from her fingers with gentle lips and a brilliant Willow smile. "Its been a good year," Tara said.
"Especially the last two days," was uttered around a mouthful of cucumber.
"With all that's happened, it's hard to remember that it was only yesterday that I found you again," Tara said simply, regarding the fire thoughtfully. "B-but I've had six years to deal with everything that happened between us and...I think just being near you and hearing you say what I knew to be true all along... I think that's done some of the last bit of healing I needed to do."
Willow nodded. "Time heals all wounds?"
"Something like that," Tara replied, reaching out and using tongs to flip the fish over the flames, leaning back when she was done so that her knee playfully touched Willow's.
A small chuckle emanated from Willow. "Different from how we used to go to our moms with a skinned knee. Then, a simple kiss could fix everything. Kinda different now."
Tara leaned in, meeting Willow's lips with her own. Remnants of the salad's dressing mingled between the two of them as Willow's tongue gently touched Tara's lips, asking for entrance. Tara mewled slightly with pent-up pleasure as she instinctively opened her mouth and allowed her tongue to dance with Willow's.
Bowls of salad forgotten, the women cupped each other's faces and edged towards each other. Their desire to touch each other was overcome only by their mutual need for oxygen. When they parted, faces flushed but pleased looking, each kept a hand on the other as if in unspoken agreement.
"You're very good at that," Willow managed to eek out when she had found her voice again.
Tara blushed, pushing a lock of her hair behind her ear. She grinned slightly and tilted her head towards the fish. "That should be done by now."
Willow rubbed her palms on her jeans, taking a calming breath and a nod. She pulled the fish off the grill with tongs and placed it on a clean stone tablet between the two of them. "Enjoy," she managed to say picking up a flake of the steaming fish and offering it to Tara.
The blonde smirked and accepted the fish, allowing her tongue to tease Willow's fingers. They smiled at each other, deciding that silverware would be out of the question tonight.
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I know it's not much. But I just spent all day today writing 3 chapters. And one of them took me the better part of the night because its quite long in comparison.
Either way, hopefully this snippet will keep you guys intrigued as the girls ...erm...adapt to one another.
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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 BytrSuite » Wed Jan 09, 2002 12:13 am
Wow. Can't wait for the next part.
by Katharyn » Wed Jan 09, 2002 11:39 am
Katharyn
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She's my always
by Kalita » Wed Jan 09, 2002 4:19 pm
More soon, please!
by Kerrison » Wed Jan 09, 2002 10:38 pm
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Willow smiled, setting another candle aside. "Are you sure you don't care what color they are?" she called out.
"Mmmm."
"Is that a color?" Willow muttered as she walked up behind her friend, resting her elbows on the back of the couch and peeking over Tara's shoulder. "Whatcha writin'?"
"Article for the magazine," Tara muttered, the clicking of her fingers against the laptop keys almost drowning out her words. She was distracted by her writing and only half paying attention to answering Willow.
Willow smirked, leaning her head around and teasingly blowing in Tara's ear.
The typing stopped.
"Will, I think you need to call Bill again," Tara said, a sly smile on her face. She resumed typing as she spoke; "Tell him there's a draft in this room."
Willow's jaw dropped in astonishment. She recovered herself but found a frown on her face when she turned back towards her candle making. Her retreat was stopped, however, but a hand that had grabbed her back pocket securely. She turned, dislodging the hand, and finding Tara looking up at her with a smirk.
"Blue."
"Blue?" Willow managed to ask, while mentally taking in the visual of Tara in glasses.
"Blue candles would be nice," Tara said.
Willow nodded and smirked. "You're lookin' all sorts of sexy with those glasses," she said.
Tara felt her cheeks blush and she smiled back. "Xander keeps telling me to get contacts."
"Since when do we listen to Xander?" Willow asked, leaning down and kissing Tara's forehead. "Mmmhmm. All sorts of sexy," she said, standing and heading back to the table.
Tara chuckled to herself, turning back to her work and resuming her typing.
Willow pulled a few sheets of beeswax from a stack, finding the ones she had tinted blue. Wonder if her room's blue, she thought to herself as she began to roll the candle.
Night settled around the house, unnoticed by the two women, each busy with their own task.
When the last candle had been rolled, Willow packed up her supplies and bundled Tara's candle set together with twine. She picked up the bundle, bringing it over to Tara and putting it next to her on the couch.
Tara stifled a yawn as she looked away from her work to see Willow sitting quietly on the floor. "Done already?"
Willow nodded. "It's been almost an hour," she replied, seeing the clock on the wall.
"Didn't seem that long," Tara replied. She looked over at the bundle of hand-rolled candles. They had small cut-out wax stars and moons around each, a personalized touch. "Oh, Willow, these are wonderful. Thank you."
The redhead nodded. "No problem. Repayment for wearing those sexy glasses around my house," she teased, resting her head softly on Tara's knee.
Tara blushed again, pulling the glasses off and rubbing her eyes.
Willow sat up, taking the glasses from her friend's hand and removing the computer from her lap. "Time to call it a night, my sheyne."
"I need to get that article done," Tara protested around another yawn. She paused and regarded Willow with a curious look. "That word. What's it mean?"
"Sheyna?" Willow asked, setting the laptop and glasses on the end table and pulling Tara off the couch. "It's Yiddish. It means my beauty."
The blonde looked stunned for a mere second before she managed to smile and place a delicate kiss on Willow's lips. "Thank you," she said.
Willow smiled, turning Tara away from her and towards the stairs. "As much as I'd like to spend more time receiving Tara kisses, you are exhausted and overworked. To bed, I say."
"I'm not feeling loved," Tara teasingly whined, climbing the stairs with Willow following behind, cutting off lights as they went.
"You should," Willow retorted. "If I didn't love you, I'd ignore your health and let you spend hours molesting me regardless of your state of exhaustion."
They both paused in mid stairway, Tara turning to look down at Willow. The realization of Willow's words echoed in their ears. They both regarded each other until Tara finally gave into the smile at her lips and beamed at Willow. "Well if it's love that's motivating you right now, I should definitely listen," she whispered, turning and heading up the remaining few stairs.
Willow forced herself to resume breathing as she finished the climb up the flight of stairs and headed into her room with a shocked shake of her head.
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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 ULookSoPrecious » Wed Jan 09, 2002 11:53 pm
I LOVE that! lol. Well, this is a great story. Sorry I havent replied before but I never know what to say. Anyways, Im loving this. More soon please
Later,
Kristen
by xita » Thu Jan 10, 2002 1:45 am
by Rane » Thu Jan 10, 2002 1:54 am
by tommo » Thu Jan 10, 2002 2:28 am
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"Bitter, party of one. Bitter, party of one." she muttered... ~ Four Months After by Capt. Murdock
by Katharyn » Thu Jan 10, 2002 11:23 am
Katharyn
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She's my always
by AutumnT » Thu Jan 10, 2002 12:49 pm
by aladdin » Thu Jan 10, 2002 3:19 pm
by bearskeeper » Thu Jan 10, 2002 7:22 pm
by Kerrison » Fri Jan 11, 2002 12:06 am
Yep. I'm pathetic that way.
And on a side, personal note. Can we just say that my 920 am class is NOT fun? Well, yes, it's fun. Human sexuality. But not fun for me. :-P
Ok. On with the show.
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The book rested against her knees and she followed the words intently.
A soft knock on her door startled her out of the story line. "Come in," she called, looking up over her lap.
Tara poked her head around the door. "Uh, Will, have you seen the guest room?"
Willow frowned. "Yeah. It's that room down the hall that you were supposed to sleep in last night," she replied.
The blonde rolled her eyes. "I found this note on the bed," she said, tucking still wet hair behind her ear and holding out a note for Willow to see. "Says he'll be back tomorrow with the rest of the parts to fix the heater. He left parts everywhere; the floor, the bed, the window seat. It's a mess."
Willow sighed and closed her book forcibly. "Goddess, Tara, I'm sorry. I didn't know."
Tara chuckled. "It's ok. I just thought I'd tell you. I'm going to go sleep on the couch," she offered, laughing. "Have a good night."
"No, Tara, wait," Willow called, tossing back the covers and moving from the center of the bed. "You know how I feel about you sleeping downstairs. It's just not right."
"I'll be fine, Willow. The power's on and if the heat isn't enough, I'll just put a fire in the fireplace."
"Tara..."
"A completely non-magic fire, I promise," Tara elaborated, trying to calm any of Willow's fears. "I'll be ok. I've had a shower and a delicious dinner. Its just a night on the couch."
"No, Tara," Willow said firmly. She sighed and looked at her bed. "Why don't you just sleep in here?"
"I'm not kicking you out of your bed, Willow," Tara said again, recognizing this conversation from the night before.
Willow nodded. "Fine. It's a big enough bed. We'll share," she said, her fidgety mannerisms belying her reassured attitude.
Tara paused for a second as she contemplated the arrangement. I need stiff drink if I'm going to have to keep my hands to myself tonight, she mused to herself as she nodded at Willow.
"Good. It's settled, then," Willow replied, sliding over in bed to make room for her friend.
"It's not like we haven't shared a bed before," Tara commented, walking over to the side of the bed Willow had cleared for her. "No big deal."
Willow nodded, pulling back the blankets for Tara. "Yeah, right. We'll be fine. Of course, the last time we shared a bed, it wasn't completely a hands-off situation. Definitely hands on. Oh yeah," Willow muttered,
Tara snickered, sliding into bed and tucking her feet under the layers of quilts. "There were hands everywhere, if I recall," she said.
"I'm far from complaining," Willow commented. "Just saying it'll be different than the last time."
"Will, lots of things are different from the last time you and I were together," Tara said, resting her hand quietly on Willow's arm. "But different isn't necessarily bad. Its just something we have to try. Maybe this little heater overhaul is a blessing in disguise. I mean, it'll give us a chance to get through the awkward stuff."
"Awkward stuff is so icky and...awkward," Willow muttered.
Tara smirked and leaned over towards Willow. "Yeah, but the fun part comes when the awkwardness is over," she whispered, kissing Willow's cheek.
Willow smirked, turning her head and politely grabbing lips. "I'll hold you to that."
"Its a promise," Tara said before changing the topic. "It's still kind of early."
"I was going to read, but now that you've graced my bed with your presence, I don't know if I should keep with my old plans," Willow said, taking a deep breath and feeling herself slip into babble mode. She bit her lip, preventing the rush of words.
Tara smirked. "Do you mind if I use your phone? I didn't see an extension downstairs or in the guest room."
Willow nodded, leaning over and grabbing the cordless from her nightstand. "My phone doesn't exactly ring off the hook, so it's silly for me to have lots of phones."
Tara took a deep breath before dialing. When the line began to ring, she only had a moment to gather herself before a voice on the other end startled her with it's tone.
"Hello?"
Tara smirked. "Hey Buffy. How's the hellmouth holding up?"
"Tara Maclay, where the hell are you? We've been worried sick. You're just as bad as Willow, you know that? Leaving and not telling us where you're going. You left your cell phone on the table and we couldn't reach you."
"Why? What's the problem?" Tara asked, concerned over her friends' safety.
"What's the problem? What's the problem? Tara, you've been gone for 48 hours. Spike's feeding Miss Kitty and Dawn's had to take care of Sunny. Did you even think of that? Not to mention that Katrina's been calling here looking for you, like, every five minutes."
Tara sighed. Only Buffy's normal overreacting. "Tell Dawnie thank you," she said. "I really appreciate it. And please make sure Spike hasn't gambled away my cat. Thank you for handling everything. You can understand why I left, can't you?"
"Yeah, I can. Love makes you do the wacky," Buffy replied. "Tell me you at least found what you were looking for?"
Tara smirked, turning and looking at Willow, her redheaded friend seeming engrossed in her book. Tara reached out and casually stroked Willow's hair, smiling as she did so. "Yeah. I found everything I was looking for," she managed to say around a lump in her throat.
Willow looked up and smiled at Tara before going back to her book.
"Buffy, will you tell Katrina that I'll call her as soon as I get in? And, um, tell Dawn that if there are any problems with Sunny, I trust her completely. I mean, she's his aunt as far as I'm concerned."
"Aunt?" Willow asked, looking up from her book. "Dawnie's an aunt? Boy, you miss a lot in six years."
"I'll be sure to relay the messages. When you coming home, Tara?" Buffy asked. "Anya and Xander are freakin' that you're not here. They need research gal."
"Why? What's going on?" Tara asked, her Scooby ears perking up.
Buffy sighed, the action audible over the phone line. "I think it'd be better if Anya told you. Last thing I need is an ex-vengeance demon on my case for spilling her secret. Geez, you know how she was about the whole engagement thing."
Tara chuckled. "I'll be home soon."
"How soon?" Willow and Buffy intoned at the same time.
Tara smirked, eyeing Willow. "Soon, Buffy. In fact, I'll be home for Christmas. It's getting late and I don't want to run up Willow's phone bill. I'd better get going."
"Fine," Buffy replied. "But you promised to be home for Christmas, so I'll hold you to it. And you'd better bring me back a good souvenir of this little un-timed excursion of yours."
"Goodnight, Buffy," Tara rolled her eyes as she spoke, hanging up the cordless and then reaching behind Willow to rest it in its cradle.
Silence followed the action for a second before Tara was inundated with questions. "Dawnie's an aunt? You're leaving so soon? Spike's gambling our cat?"
Tara snickered. "Dawnie's an aunt, yes. And I plan on introducing you to Sunny sometime soon. And we both know I have to go back, Will. That's my home and my family's there. Besides, I only brought two changes of clothes," she shrugged.
Willow sighed and nodded. "I really enjoyed today. I guess I was... I don't know."
"Hoping it could last longer?" Tara asked, finishing her thought for her.
"Yeah. But I understand. You have to go and I understand. We're different people now. We lead different lives."
"You could always, um, you know...come back to Sunnydale w-with me," Tara said, flinching as she heard her stutter come back under her nerves.
"Oh." Willow looked at her, perplexed.
"Oh?"
"You mean just walk back there and be there and with them and be there?"
Tara nodded. "Well, yeah. Be there...w-with me."
"Oh."
"I mean, you don't have to if you, um, really don't w-want to. I just thought that maybe, you know, you might like to, um-"
Willow interrupted her. "Christmas in Sunnydale sounds nice, Tara."
"Yeah?" Tara asked, trying to make sure she had understood correctly.
Willow nodded. "Yeah. I guess a visit back there is way overdue. And as long as I get to be kinda clingy to you, I don't see why not."
Tara nodded, resolving it to her mind. "Good.
"I'll have to bring presents for everyone. Guess that means shopping," Willow elaborate, consciously trying not to babble.
Tara chuckled, leaning over and kissing Willow's forehead gently. "You already sent p-presents for everyone, Will. And w-we can deal with any other issues in the morning, can't we?"
Willow nodded, turning her head and capturing Tara's lips in a loving exploration. "You are very tasty. Is that vanilla lip gloss?" Willow waited only briefly for a reply before diving in again to taste for herself.
When the two women finally parted, Tara smirked and planted a tiny peck on Willow's lips. "When do you want to leave?"
"Tomorrow," Willow managed to say after stilling her will with a deep breath. "We'll go sometime tomorrow afternoon. I'll call Elsa in the morning and leave her instructions about the store and then we can drive back. That ok?"
Tara nodded. "W-we should get some sleep."
"Tara?"
The blonde looked up, finding intensely affectionate green eyes looking back at her.
Willow smiled, the moment too profound for her to joke about. "Thanks for finding me. I had...forgotten on purpose, I guess, how much I missed everything...missed you. With trying to start over, start fresh, I had pushed everything out of my mind. And I had didn't even know how lost I was until you showed up on my doorstep, reminding me of everything I needed in life."
"You're my girl. I'll always find you," Tara replied, touching Willow's cheek with her fingertips. "Let's get some sleep."
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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 Katharyn » Fri Jan 11, 2002 12:22 am
quote:
Originally posted by Kerrison:
I need stiff drink if I'm going to have to keep my hands to myself tonight,
What can Tara mean?*S*
This was a nice follow-up to the previous teasing part addressing some stuff that they needed to get to. I lvoe how this is going, keep it coming.
Katharyn
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She's my always
by xita » Fri Jan 11, 2002 1:05 am
by Charlie » Fri Jan 11, 2002 5:48 am
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‘When she lowers her eyes she seems to hold all the beauty in the world between her eyelids; when she raises them I see only myself in her gaze.’
- Natalie Clifford Barney
by RomanceJunky » Fri Jan 11, 2002 10:21 am
RJ; The Junky
by willow420 » Fri Jan 11, 2002 10:36 am
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A.K.A. Liz
"What the frilly heck is going on?" Willow in After Life
by nika » Fri Jan 11, 2002 11:48 am
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"Eat lot's of applesauce, preferably fed to you by attractive young lesbians." Amber Benson
by Rane » Fri Jan 11, 2002 3:30 pm
ps- i'm so crazy i dont remember who sunny is. who's sunny?
by Willow Rocks » Fri Jan 11, 2002 5:08 pm
great keep it coming
by Pixie » Fri Jan 11, 2002 5:29 pm
Just a question: I got the impression that Buffy would have known, or at least guessed, where Tara was going after Tara yelled at her. If so, why didn't she ask about Willow on the phone? Can you clear this up for me? (and maybe add another update soon....oliver twist, cap in hand, can I have some more??)
by bearskeeper » Fri Jan 11, 2002 5:37 pm
by Kerrison » Sat Jan 12, 2002 12:17 am
Rane: Thanks for the feedback. Sunny will be introduced soon, so don't think you're supposed to know who he is.
Pixie: Buffy's matured along with the girls. She knows where Tara is as much that she's looking for Willow. But NO ONE knew exactly where Willow was so it would be impossible for anyone just to call Willow and say "hey. Is Tara there?" She also didn't ask about Willow because Buffy thinks that when it's time, she'll be told.
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