W/T Season 3 Y'all

[shuyaku]

Another great update!! Jealous Willow is right on character I think. She's not the level headed one as we know - that would be Tara's job.



And the dance is almost here - can't wait...



-shuyaku



edited cuz - look at me, no longer a Blessed Wannabe

Edited by: shuyaku at: 4/3/03 2:13:00 pm

[JustSkipIt]

SySnootles – Yeah a jealous Willow is very amusing. Yeah, things will be fine with Eliza. I think she’s hurt that Michelle didn’t introduce her right but maybe Michelle is overwhelmed? You got one spot on, one is the right person but wrong part, and one wrong person. But good guesses.



Grimaldi – Yeah, I love the Willow babble whether internal or external. Amusing huh?



Natti – Tee hee. Glad you liked. We’ll see what Bethie has to say. But keep in mind, how upset can she be about Michelle and Eliza when she’s hitting on Tara???



Romy – Thanks a ton. I’m so glad you liked the jealous babbling.



justin – Thanks and welcome. . Glad to have you reading. Yeah things are a little different in Sunnydale but not totally different without Willow. We’ll see when Buffy comes clean. I’m sure she really needs Willow there but doesn’t have her and that’s got to be hard.



The Rose24 – Yeah, everyone likes the jealous redhead. But acting like a little baby somewhat huh?



Grimmy – You are right on all points there. Willow is still overly jealous and I think that’s due to some not feeling comfortable with herself. In a way she feels that she has found this perfect woman; she’s head-over-heels in love. And she knows that she wants to spend the rest of her life with Tara but she lacks absolute confidence. And yes the stutter is pronounced because Tara was nervous about talking with Willow about Beth. So all good observations.



You are exactly right, she’s being totally childish. But I guess it could be worse…



Yeah, they continued to the other booths and got what they needed on the other schools.



shuyaku – Yeah, she tends toward emotion doesn’t she. Not the clearest thinker in the bunch. The dance is coming up next.

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"People have the power to redeem the work of fools." - Patti Smith

[xita]

jealous willow is so delicious! But that girl was really kind of rude speaking of Tara like that in front of her gf. That's a girl that means trouble! Thanks for the update

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Only 50 cents

[Stroke of Luck]

HI Debra



Ups sorry I think I don´t got it that she had a crush on Tara. I think I must reread it.



Yeah silly me



But she still doesn´t now that her sister has a girlfriend doesnt she??



Cu

SoL/Natti



Man sieht nur mit dem Herzen gut, das Wesentliche ist für die Augen unsichtbar - Antoine de Saint-Exupéry

[Cindy Lou Who]

Debra:



Okay...I *know* I said I'd try to hold back on the redundancy but...can I PLEASE have a pass this once!



I tend to agree more with the jealousy in small doses train of thought. A little is awfully endearing-esp. on Willow (and you make her very authentic here) But there can always be *too* much of a good thing! Having been on both ends I'll just say that jealousy can be a very slippery slope. Afterall Tara *does* have a history of some platonic sort with Elizabeth (just as Willow does with Buffy - and Xander.) And I think your perfectly correct about where jealous feelings come from.



As for Elizabeth's remark to Tara...oh Bethie! Just not good form dea-ah. I'll just say Tara handled *all* of this with so much more grace than I would have.



And did I read TOO much into this?:

Quote:

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That hope and vision had allowed her test out her healing a few times and she was deeply satisfied with her body’s response if not fully satisfied from the experience.

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I in any event...I mean it never hurts to spot-check the equipment.



And thanks for liking the sig...you're just an old bee-charmah.



~Suse

~Dorothy Parker (on her writing)~:



"I can't write five words but that I change seven."



"My verses, I cannot say poems...I was following in the exquisite footsteps of Miss Millay, unhappily in my own horrible sneakers."

[Velaingie]

Hey



Very sorry for not replying sooner but I read your updates every time you posted. And they were every time just as great . Forgive old (well not that old, thank you very much ) little me for me not replying sooner .

I just didn't want to write for some time. Sorry again

Bye

Velaingie

[JustSkipIt]

Xita – Well yeah, of course Bethie is rude. But jealous Willow is kind of fun to watch



Natti – Right on! She has no idea about Michelle but will find out soon…



Suze – Knock yourself out with redundancy (or whatever tool you have handy). Yes jealousy can be nice because you know that your lover wants you and loves you but not to the point that they get crazy or violent! I don’t think you read too much into anything. Your interpretation is right on. I’ve put various and sundry references to, as you put it, spot-checking throughout. Tee hee.



Velaingie – Your comments are appreciated whenever you can do them but please read and enjoy whether you comment or not. Thanks always.

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"People have the power to redeem the work of fools." - Patti Smith

[JustSkipIt]

Title – W/T Season 3 Y’all – part 49 – Homecoming



Author– JustSkipit - Debra



Spoilers–Season 3 through the Zeppo and Bad Girls



Rating– Part 49 – R mostly for language



Disclaimer – Willow and Tara and any other character that appeared in the syndicated television show “Buffy the Vampire Slayer” is property of Joss and Mutant Enemy, I’m only borrowing them and am not making any money off them Thanks.



Thoughts in italics!



Notes – Huge thank you to Valeria for her Italian Translation.





Willow put the finishing touches on her hair and makeup as she waited for Tara. Both girls had had a good but long day. Willow woke early (for her) to find that Tara had again left her breakfast. She was starting to suspect the blonde of trying to fatten her up and based on the way her dress was fitting, maybe that was a good plan. She knew that Tara had spent the day at the stables with Michelle and Emma getting horses out and putting them away after visitors took their rides. At lunchtime the redhead, along with Eliza, had taken sandwiches and fruit to the girls to give them all a break. They had asked James but the junior was busy with his family and asked them to tell Emma that he would see her tonight. While the five girls sat on the blanket having lunch Elizabeth had come up looking for a horse. Willow had stiffened immediately as she heard her voice: “Hi y’all, I need a horse. Tara can you get me one?”



Before Tara could move Emma jumped to her feet. She glanced at Tara and Willow as she started moving toward the stable, “come on Beth. I’ll get you a horse. I know what you want but she’s not available.”



The other four girls looked awkwardly at each other as they took another bite of their lunches. After a few silent minutes, Willow was surprised as Michelle spoke: “Willow?” Seeing Willow nod she continued, “I’m really sorry. She’s, uh, used to getting whatever she wants. You know?”



“But still rude,” Eliza mumbled under her breath.



Emma returned to plop down on the blanket and heard her roommate’s girlfriend’s whisper. “Definitely an acquired taste,” Emma agreed. Everyone laughed loudly at her choice of words and at the fact that she knew instantly who they were talking about when she returned. “So what is everyone wearing tonight?” Emma tossed out.



“I’m not sure we’re supposed to say,” Willow posited. “I mean is it bad luck?”



“That’s b-b-before a wedding sweetie,” Tara explained. “But maybe everyone wants it to be a surprise?” Surveying the nodding heads around her she concluded that her guess was correct. “Emma: where are you and James going for d-d-dinner?”



“Hannigans: where else? You?”



Eliza spoke up, “us too. I called and made reservations last week. Tara said it was the only place to be and you know how we like to hang with the happening crowd.”



Everyone smiled at the sophomore as Tara asked, “d-d-did you make the reservations in your n-name or mine?”



Eliza looked puzzled and a little caught off guard: “mine. Why? Isn’t that ok?”



Gathering the wrappings from lunch Tara nodded: “oh it’s f-f-fine. It’s just that I know the owner.”



As Willow and Eliza walked back to the dorm, the younger girl asked, “Willow. Is it true that you have a phone in your room?” Willow nodded. “Can I possibly use it? I need to call my father today and I’d rather not do that in the common. I can pay you for the long distance if you want.” Willow agreed understanding the necessity for a private conversation.



After letting Eliza into her room, she had spent the day taking a long walk and then reading. Tara had returned from the stables very tired, spending just a few minutes with her girlfriend before excusing herself to take a very needed shower and get ready for the date.



The knock at the door coincided with Willow’s finishing her makeup and she moved to open it eagerly, expecting to find her girlfriend waiting on the other side. Rather Eliza stood in the hallway. She waved her hand: “hey. We’re meeting here right?” Willow nodded and let the sophomore in. “You look beautiful Willow. Tara’s really lucky,” Eliza complimented her.



Willow smiled, “no I’m the lucky one.” She looked Eliza up and down for a minute, “speaking of lucky. Has Michelle seen you in that?”



Eliza grinned as she shook her head. “She doesn’t know. I just don’t think a dress is quite my style.”



“Well the tux is very Marlena Deitrich,” Willow agreed. As she finished speaking the knock on the door was followed seconds later by Tara and Michelle coming into the room. After hugging and kissing their respective dates, everyone took a few minutes to check each other out and oh and ahhh appropriately. Willow wore a straight black dress that would have shown off her hips if she had any. Tara wore the blue dress that she had worn on Willow’s birthday. Willow recognized it and didn’t mind the recycle at all. Michelle was wearing a pink formal but the hit of the room was definitely Eliza in her tuxedo. Michelle ran her hand along her girlfriend’s collar as she whispered in her ear and everyone laughed when their resident tough girl blushed bright red.



Taking Eliza’s hand Michelle urged them, “come on. James said he’d take some photos of us but he doesn’t want to do the whole school so he wants us out front now.” After James had taken photos of each of the couples and a few group pictures, Michelle used his camera to take a few shots of him and Emma. Then Eliza and he went to get their cars.



A few minutes after James and Emma drove off in his corvette, Eliza pulled up in a black Volvo sedan. After letting Tara and Willow into the back, she seated Michelle in the front seat and walked around to get in the driver’s side. Everyone was caressing the soft leather seats as Willow asked the question on everyone’s mind, “you drive a Volvo?”



The sophomore laughed as she took Michelle’s hand and pulled from the curb: “yeah not the height of cool but daddy wants me safe.” The drive into town was pleasant. The girls in the front seat visited quietly while Tara and Willow took advantage of their back-seat position to explore each other’s lips and necks in close detail. The road was crowded with cars taking couples into town for dinner before the dance and Eliza had to pay attention to driving. After a little while she shouted into the back seat: “hey guys, if we can’t make out while driving you shouldn’t be able to either. How about visiting with us?” Both Tara and Willow noticed Michelle’s bright red blush but they settled back to snuggle in the plush car and visit with the younger girls until they arrived at the restaurant.



Once they arrived Eliza gave her car to the valet and everyone went inside. The restaurant was extremely crowded. “Reservation for 6:30. D’Angelo,” Eliza informed the matre’d.



“Of course Ms.D’Angelo,” he agreed as he escorted them to a table near the corner. All four girls waved inconspicuously at James and Emma, Elizabeth and her date, Alyson and Lexi, and other friends and acquaintances scattered throughout the restaurant. The matre’d quickly seated Tara and Willow but Eliza held Michelle’s chair for her before being seated herself. Both seniors were amused and pleased to see how taken the younger girls were with each other. After looking at the menus for a few minutes a waiter came over to take drink orders and promised to return quickly.



Just after the girls finished ordering their dinners, steaks for Tara, Michelle, and Eliza, and chicken for Willow who still was having some tenderness about her stomach, Mr. Hannigan approached. Tara stood to hug him and he placed two kisses on her cheeks, next turning to kiss Willow’s cheeks as well: “Tara and Willow. It is so wonderful to see you again.” As he spoke a waiter brought two glasses of wine and set them down in front of the two girls. “Enjoy this wine please.” He looked to the younger girls, “I’m sorry but your friends seem a bit young for it.”



Tara spoke quickly, “Mr. Hannigan, these are f-f-friends from school: Michelle and Eliza. Girls, this is Mr. Hannigan. He’s the owner.”



The younger girls and Mr. Hannigan quickly greeted each other. The owner appeared thoughtful for a moment. Then his face paled a little as he asked: “Eliza D’Angelo? You’re father is Joey D’Angelo?” The sophomore nodded as the others looked on puzzled. Turning quickly he waved over their waiter and whispered into his ear before turning back toward the girls.



Eliza looked at her confused date for a moment before standing and addressing Mr. Hannigan: “Mr. Hannigan. Can I speak to you for a moment?”



He nodded and the two moved away from the table as the other three girls looked from each other to the two figures whispering a few feet away. “W-w-what was that about?” Tara finally asked Michelle. As she was finishing the waiter set two glasses of wine down in front of Michelle and Eliza’s place settings.



Michelle looked again to her girlfriend and to the wineglasses now gracing their table. “I have no idea,” she pleaded just as Eliza returned.



The sophomore took her date’s hand and kissed the back of it gently as she whispered, “sorry about that honey.” The foursome glanced at each other and appeared to agree to not mention the strange start to their dinner. They ordered their meals and began to enjoy the salads.



Willow and Tara enjoyed the dinner immensely, stealing knowing looks at each other throughout the evening. Both girls knew that this would always be a special restaurant for them due to its prominent role in their anniversary date. As the blonde looked over she saw color rising in Willow cheeks. She leaned in asking, “what are you thinking about my love?”



Willow was snapped out of her trance but Tara’s question, “what? Thinking about? Nothing I mean uh. Hey, tease much?” She leaned across the table and kissed her lover as her red color deepened.



Tara kissed Willow’s hand as she rose from her chair, “excuse me. I’ll be back in a minute.” Michelle indicated that she would come too and the two girls walked toward the back of the restaurant.



Both Eliza and Willow watched them go with smiles on their faces. Willow was surprised to hear Eliza’s next comment: “she’s really something isn’t she?” As Willow nodded at her, the tough girl continued, “I mean of course she’s something. She’s just so sweet and energetic. I feel like… like I can’t go wrong around her, you know?”



Willow nodded understanding what she thought the younger girl was trying to say. “Did you get through?”



“What?”



“Oh sorry. Sometimes my train of thought switches tracks,” Willow explained. “Did you reach your father today?”



Eliza let out her breath as she answered, “oh yeah. Thanks again for letting me use the phone. I really appreciate it.”



“Did you have a good conversation?” Willow probed a little.



“It had highs and lows,” Eliza answered. Realizing that she hadn’t really said anything she elaborated, “I told him all about Chelle and our date tonight and how excited I was and everything.”



Willow couldn’t believe that Eliza could be that open and honest with her father. Especially given her mother’s recent discovery of her relationship with Tara and the mixed reaction she had had toward it. “Wow,” Willow exclaimed, “I can’t believe you can say all that to him. What did he say?”



Seeing their dates returning Eliza spoke quickly: “quote ‘Sembra carina. Non farti beccare a scoparla. Non ho il tempo di trascinare il tuo culo in un'altra scuola.’

Unquote.”



“Uh, my Italian may be a little rusty since I don’t know any,” Willow responded.



Eliza smiled as she spoke, “even if you took high school Italian you probably wouldn’t know ‘she sounds nice. Don’t get caught fucking her. I don’t have time to get your ass into another school.’”



Willow’s mouth was still opening and closing from the shock as Tara and Michelle took their seats. “Hey Will,” Tara teased, “what’s up? D-d-did Eliza just tell you some fascinating piece of computer animation gossip?”



Michelle kissed her girlfriend on the cheek as she took her seat again. Before Willow could answer Tara’s question, dinner was served. Damn good timing. she thought. How was I even going to answer that question? The rest of the dinner was relatively without event. Everyone enjoyed the meal and complimented Mr. Hannigan when he came by to check on them. After finishing their meals and splitting two deserts between the four girls, the check arrived. Willow and Eliza engaged in a little verbal wrestling match over who would pay as Michelle and Tara looked on amused. Willow contended that she should pay since Eliza drove them to dinner and Eliza attempted to explain as sensitively as possible that there was no way someone else was paying for her first real date with Michelle. Finally she offered that she would pay tonight and the group should go out in a few weeks with Willow paying that night. Willow agreed to the compromise.



“Hey girls?” Michelle finally spoke up as everyone turned to look to her shocked. “Not to interrupt your butch little financial battle but do you want to ask your dates if we want to go out in a few weeks?” Tara began laughing as she realized that she and Michelle were thinking the same thing but that the younger girl was much quicker to point it out.



Willow immediately turned to Tara, “I’m sorry baby. We were being silly. Would you like to go out with me in few weeks?” She stared into Tara’s blue eyes worried that she had really made her lover mad with her immature display.



Tara thought about putting Willow on that she was in trouble but the truth was that she was just amused about the little tiff. She leaned forward wrapping her arms around Willow’s neck and placing her lips against the smaller woman’s ear. “Anywhere, anytime with you my love. Always,” she whispered punctuating her response with a soft lick up Willow’s earlobe where she knew their companions couldn’t see. Willow whimpered in response as she felt Tara pull back looking contented.



While Willow and Tara were sharing their moment, Eliza had turned to ask Michelle, “Chelle, I’m really sorry we were being jerks. Will you go out with me again? Please?” Everyone at the table could hear the sincerity in her voice and breathed a sigh of relief when Michelle just whispered “yes” before leaning in to kiss her girlfriend quickly.



The bill taken care of the foursome got up to leave. Most other students left about the same time and they expected the dance to be mostly full when they reached the auditorium. As the valet brought her car Eliza turned to the others, “do either of you want to see how it handles?”



Tara teased the sophomore, “you j-j-just want to see how the back seat h-h-handles.”



“What? No. I didn’t mean. I mean. I just thought you might like…” she trailed off looking to Michelle and seeing that the junior was not upset about the implication. Shifting gears she agreed, “sure. Let’s go with that. Do you want to drive us back?”



Tara nodded her agreement: “yeah. I bet it’s different from the school truck.” Willow and Tara got in the front seat as the younger girls got in back for the ride to the school. A few times the older girls tried to interrupt the smoochies in the back seat, but mostly just enjoyed each other. As the blonde drove, Willow stared at her amazed at her good fortune. She softly traced a circle on Tara’s hand and was rewarded as the blonde shivered from the attention. She could feel her nipples tightening in anticipation of the dance and after the dance and staring at Tara’s chest saw a similar response from her lover.



“That m-m-makes it hard to concentrate on d-d-driving,” Tara whispered.



“What?” Willow asked innocently.



“You know,” Tara told the redhead.



Willow was really enjoying making Tara uncomfortable. She knew that the blonde was a great driver and that she wasn’t putting them in any danger. “What makes it hard?” She began to whisper: “Is it the way I’m tracing this circle on your palm?”



“Uhhhhh,” Tara gasped quietly.



Leaning a little closer Willow continued her questioning: “or is it the way I’m watching you and thinking about what I’d like to be doing, like running my tongue up your neck and sucking on that pulse point?” Seeing Tara blush Willow went on: “or is it mostly that you’re thinking about what you’d like me to be doing?”



Before Tara could answer both girls heard a voice from the back seat: “Hey! Did y’all know we can hear you back here?” Eliza turned to Michelle teasing, “and we thought the back seat was the place to be?” All four girls were amused.



Once they arrived at the school Tara was going to drop off the others and go to park the car but none of the couples wanted to be separated from each other. So they all parked the car and walked across the lot to the auditorium. It was decorated very differently from the last time they had seen it, when it was teeming with college fair booths and people. Now it was decorated for a dance with streamers and balloons and a stage for a band. Willow breathed out a stunned “wow” as she took in the overwhelming press of people in the room. Taking her hand Tara led her across the space over to the side of the room and Eliza and Michelle followed.



For a while both couples watched the dancing and visited with other students and friends. None of them were saying it but they were obviously not sure if it would be ok to dance together. Sure most of the students knew about Willow and Tara if not about Eliza and Michelle, but that didn’t mean that the alumni and families did. As they waited, Tara noticed that Michelle was looking more and more uncomfortable. She realized that this was exactly part of the reason that the younger girl had asked if the seniors were attending the dance and decided to lead the way. Turning to Willow she extended her hand as a slow number came on: “Will, would you like to dance with me?”



“Of course my love,” Willow answered as the two moved onto the floor to enjoy the music. The floor was not as crowded as it had been for the faster songs but now many of the dancing couples were older. The two girls moved together with Tara placing her hands on Willow’s hips and Willow wrapping her arms around the blonde’s neck. As they danced they stared into each other’s eyes. They barely noticed Michelle and Eliza arriving to join them nearby and swaying to the music. They enjoyed a few more songs before the music changed.



All four girls were standing at the side listening to the Garth Brooks song when James and Emma walked up. James greeted everyone before turning to Michelle: “Chelle, Emma still won’t learn to two-step. Will you dance with me?” Michelle turned to Eliza who waved her approval and the two friends took to the floor.



After watching them for a minute, Eliza turned to Willow and Tara, “ok. There goes my date. Either of you want to take a few turns?”



Willow was still watching the array of dance steps and turns from all the couples. She answered absently, “no idea how. Tara?”



“If it’s ok w-w-with you love?” Tara responded. Willow nodded and Tara and Eliza moved onto the dance floor. After whispering together for a few seconds they began dancing as Willow and Emma’s jaws both dropped to hit the ground.



“Wow.”



“Who knew they could…”



“I didn’t…”



“I mean I knew James and Michelle could…”



“Yeah but look at them go…”



At the end of the song Tara and Michelle switched places and the two couples continued their intricate footwork impressing everyone in the room. Finally as they returned Emma and Willow clapped playfully. Willow hugged Tara, “wow. That was great baby. How’d you learn to do that?”



Tara answered in an exaggerated drawl: “Ah shucks. We done l-l-learned us some dancing moves early on h-h-here’n Texas.” Everyone had a good laugh.



Shortly Willow went to use the bathroom and found a long line and waited for a while. When she finally got into a stall, her hair stood up on the back of her neck as she heard Elizabeth’s voice coming from the stall next door: “Why didn’t you tell me?”



Although she tried not to listen she couldn’t help it as she heard Michelle answer, “I didn’t know how to say it. You know now.”



“Yeah I know now.”



“Ok, I’m sorry I didn’t tell you right off Bethie,” Michelle pleaded, “but now that you know, what do you think? Isn’t she great?”



“I’m not sure,” Elizabeth disagreed. “Do you know why she’s here?” By now Willow knew that she should leave but she felt weirdly and voyeuristically drawn to the conversation.



“She got in some trouble at her old school,” Michelle said, obviously proud that she knew the answer to her question.



“Yeah. She got in trouble,” Elizabeth agreed. “Think about it Michelle, why does someone transfer here for their senior year or in the middle of the year. What kind of trouble?”



“I, I don’t know. She said it wasn’t anything bad,” the junior lamely explained. At that point, Willow decided that she had heard enough. Obviously Michelle didn’t know what Willow knew about why Eliza was at the school but even if she did, that didn’t give Elizabeth any right to browbeat her younger sister. Willow flushed her toilet and then made a lot of noise before leaving the bathroom to disturb their conversation and hoped that that would be enough.



The redhead rejoined Tara and Eliza who were now standing by the drink bowl watching others dance, grope, and generally make-out. “Hey sweetie,” Tara greeted her girlfriend, “Alyson and Lexi and Emma and James all s-s-stopped by before they took off.”



“Hmmm, I wonder what they are doing leaving so early,” Eliza mused sarcastically.



Willow joined in, “probably what they do just about every other night…”



Seeing the girls loosening up Eliza teased some more: “and what the two of you wish you were doing right now?”



Tara blushed deeply but returned the teasing, “oh and y-y-you don’t wish it?”



Both seniors were surprised by the look Eliza got and the quiet sound of her voice: “it’s early yet.” Suddenly she changed her serious tone asking, “but where is my girlfriend anyway? I haven’t seen her in I don’t know how long.”



Willow tentatively answered, “uh. I heard her and Elizabeth talking in the bathroom.”



“Oh, I can imagine that conversation,” Eliza muttered. The younger girl looked back and forth between her friends before deciding to go and check on Michelle: “look I’m going to go and find her ok?”



“D-d-do you want us to c-c-come with?” Tara asked concerned, reaching out to stop Eliza by touching her arm. As she did, she attempted to read the younger girl’s emotional state and send some healing her way to keep her calm. She was pleasantly surprised to find an absence of anger radiating from the girl as she seemed to be concerned for Michelle and just wanted to find her and make her feel better.



Eliza looked thankful for the offer but turned it down anyway: “no. Thanks a lot though guys. I’ll go find her and we’ll be just fine.” She started to turn away but stopped to hug both Willow and Tara. “I had a really great time tonight and I’m glad Michelle and I doubled with y’all. Thanks for everything,” she stated genuinely before turning and walking toward the bathroom.



“Do you think they’ll be ok?” Willow asked Tara.



“Yeah, I’m s-s-sure they’ll be fine,” Tara answered. Leaning over she whispered directly in Willow’s ear: “anyway, wasn’t there s-s-something else you wanted to do tonight?” As she felt Willow’s sharp intake of air, she continued, “something you w-w-wanted to do all night?”



The blonde had barely finished speaking as Willow began moving toward the door still holding her hand. “You don’t have to ask me twice,” she joked as they left the auditorium.

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"People have the power to redeem the work of fools." - Patti Smith

[Domaris]

Oh, nice update! now I just want more

"Rock my world!" - Gia

"Before you criticize someone, walk a mile in their shoes. That way, you'll be a mile from them, and you'll have their shoes" - Somebody

[The Rose24]

I feel sorry for Eliza because of the way her father treats her.



I am glad Willow and Tara finally get a chance to spend some time together. I am sure Willow's appendicitis and hospitalization really takes it toll on the couple.

Tara: My heart doesn't stutter.


Tara: Willow, I got so lost.

Willow: I found you. I will always find you.

[Cindy Lou Who]

What a wonderful update. It went every which way emotionally...up and down...high and low...and high again!



I loved the lil' battle over the bill...you can put the sesame rolls in the women but you can't take the prerogative roles out of the women!



Elizabeth flirts (and flirts again) with Tara...and then has a problem with Dawn's timing of telling? Puh-lease! Sublimating much?



But I liked how Willow worried about Eliza...until she was so delightfully distracted.



Oh and before I forget. Was I the only one who would have preferred Willow in a TUX to burlap and bug larvae (or even the green travesty that became the running joke?) Something about that starched and pressed and femininely elegant look when approaching Tara to help with Anya's buttons.



I sigh.Suse.

~Dorothy Parker (on her writing)~:



"I can't write five words but that I change seven."



"My verses, I cannot say poems...I was following in the exquisite footsteps of Miss Millay, unhappily in my own horrible sneakers."

[Stroke of Luck]

That was a great update.



Wonder what Willow and Tara want to do



Why was Bethie so when she saw that her sister has a girlfriend. Too funny Bethie is gay but she don´t want to see her sister with a girl okay not with Eliza.



Want to read more, hopefully really soon



Cu

SoL/Natti



Man sieht nur mit dem Herzen gut, das Wesentliche ist für die Augen unsichtbar - Antoine de Saint-Exupéry

[justin]

Wonderful update



I'm starting to really dislike Elizabeth. First she flirts with Tara then getting all judgemental with her sister

I understand, you should be with the person you l-love


I am

[Grimaldi]

great update



i like Willow teasing Tara as she was driving. Elizabeth was being such a bitch when she was talking to her sister about Eliza, hopefully Eliza won't do something she might regret later.

What the funk and wagnles are you talking about?
I'm not stealing, I'm just taking things without paying for them. In what twisted dictionary is that stealing?

[littlecrazy80]

Love the update!



The little banter between Willow and Eliza made me laugh.

Willow and Tara are just a perfect couple.



Why is Elizabeth so mean?



*lil´c*

Unter den Blinden ist der Einäugige König.



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[JustSkipIt]

Domaris – Thanks. Glad you liked it. Welcome.



The Rose24 – Hmmm, well I can see that. I don’t mean him to come out a jerk: just protective and somewhat detached but I can see that. Yes, they should be enjoying their time very soon.



Suze – Tee hee about the roles. Great that. Yeah, the women with money and a little butch wanna show it off (both). Yeah Elizabeth is a piece of work. Yeah, Willow would have looked great in a tux. For that matter in the dress she wore to Homecoming in the show. Those green dresses…… can you say “hellmouth?”



Natti – You can’t guess what they are going to do huh? Yeah Bethie is kind of a jerk. But I’m not saying she’s gay. But definitely a flirt.



justin – Yeah, she’s a jerk alright. Dislike away.



Grimaldi – glad you liked.



littlecrazy80 – They do engage in it don’t they? Ok. Everyone’s asking what’s Elizabeth’s problem? I’d say basically she’s used to always being the center of attention, always being wanted and here, she’s not so she’s on the attack over it.

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"People have the power to redeem the work of fools." - Patti Smith

[Stroke of Luck]

Oh I had many thought what they were doing but maybe I was wrong. No way that was more than clear what they were doing.



Hmm okay Elizabeth´s problem is her problem she can´t always be the number one for every person!



Cu

SoL/Natti



Man sieht nur mit dem Herzen gut, das Wesentliche ist für die Augen unsichtbar - Antoine de Saint-Exupéry

[littlecrazy80]

Just a little question which popped up in my head. Were Michelle and Elizabeth talking about Eliza or Willow? I thought Eliza is younger than Willow, but you wrote:

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“Think about it Michelle, why does someone transfer here for their senior year or in the middle of the year. What kind of trouble?”

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Senior year is the last school year, isn´t it? Maybe I´m wrong and they were talking about Eliza.



*lil´c*

Unter den Blinden ist der Einäugige König.



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[Vampivy]

This story just gets better and better. I always look forward to reading your updates especially a handful at a time. I feel so spoiled . Not sure if that a bad thing or a good thing.



So this Elizabeth character seems a little abrasive to me. Jealous Willow was so cool to see and so incredibly endearing. I hope she’s feeling better after her appendicitis, that way we can get to the loving already. I’m starting to feel their frustration here . Sheila took Willow’s coming out as expected, I guess. I was worried that her reaction was going to be way more dramatic, but I’m glad that’s out of the way.



Thank you so much for continuing this story. In light of the current events going on in the real world, it’s so incredibly comforting to have this to come to for a little relief of sorts and for that I thank you.



Patty

[JustSkipIt]

Natti – Yes, I think you understand Elizabeth’s problem perfectly.



littlecrazy80 – Good question. Senior is 12th grade (W&T), Junior is 11th grade (Michelle), Sophomore is 10th grade (Eliza). We only have 12 grades although some very exclusive prep schools let kids do an extra year to let them get ready for college but that usually means that you are behind. Everyone else does 12 grades of public school.



Elizabeth is speaking directly about Eliza who transferred in the middle of the year and also about Willow who transferred in her senior year. If you think about it, she is kind of right—both were in trouble at their old schools.



Patty – Thanks for your reading and comments. Yeah Elizabeth is meant to be abrasive—not likable at all. But there she is. Willow will be feeling much better in a few miinutes I tried to write Sheila in character – distant and academic about it.

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Thank you so much for continuing this story. In light of the current events going on in the real world, it’s so incredibly comforting to have this to come to for a little relief of sorts and for that I thank you.

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Thanks so much for saying that. I certainly find it to be a comfort to create this world where the insanity of our real world can’t touch it. I’m glad that it gives you a respite.

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"People have the power to redeem the work of fools." - Patti Smith

[JustSkipIt]

Title – W/T Season 3 Y’all – part 50 – Lost Time (Making Up For)



Author– JustSkipit - Debra



Spoilers–Season 3 through the Zeppo and Bad Girls



Rating– Part 50 – NC-17



Disclaimer – Guess what, I don’t own W&T, Buffy or the rest of the BtVS crew. I now own three pairs of birkenstocks so I figure I’m doing pretty good.



Thoughts in italics!



Notes – To Rachel my love.



Note – “Helped are those who forgive; their reward shall be forgetfulness of every evil done to them. It will be in their power, therefore to envision a new Earth.” Alice Walker, Temple of My Familiar.



Points for… – Two points for the first person to identify the movie reference.





The two girls walked slowly through the dorm to Willow’s room. The halls were mostly deserted as most residents were still at the dance or hadn’t gone out at all. They enjoyed the leisurely pace at which they covered the journey, each woman enjoying the feel of the other’s hand in her own, the soft feel of skin on skin. Their magical connection echoed in small sparks that traveled along their palms and fingers and up their forearms. Neither spoke but felt content to concentrate on the other’s breathing, the sound of their shoes kissing the carpet and the swish of their dresses as they brushed together with each step.



At the door Willow turned and hugged Tara whispering in her ear, “someday you can carry me across the threshold like you offered that first day.” She softly kissed her lover’s cheek before turning to unlock and open the door and waving her hand to indicate that Tara should precede her into her room. Gently closing the door behind her she crossed to her radio and turned it on. As the sensual music of Enigma began playing she walked back toward Tara and extended her hand. “Dance with me lover?” she asked.



Tara gave a soft lop-sided smile as she took Willow’s hand in her own and stepped closer to wrap her hand around the redhead’s hip. Her other hand still held her lover’s smaller one as if they were dancing formally. Staring into each other’s eyes they began to sway gently to the music. Tara could vaguely hear the notes in the room, could hear the soft vocals drifting toward her but it was if they were far away. All she could feel was the deep green of her lover’s eyes, eyes that glistened as if filled with the stars both women so loved to sleep under. Her concentration drifted to the feel of Willow’s slight hip under her hand. The bones were more pronounced than they used to be and Tara’s heart caught in her throat as she thought of the scare they both had. She knew that she could never bear to lose this woman. Her fingertips gently stroked and traced a pattern on Willow’s body through her dress.



Feeling the shift in mood as Tara felt her thin hip, Willow leaned in to nuzzle Tara’s neck. As she released a soft breath against Tara’s skin she whispered, “I’m fine my love. We’re fine.” Tara released once again into their connection and Willow wrapped her arm around her lover’s neck as they moved to the music. Time passed slowly as the two figures swayed softly to the music in the privacy of their room. As Willow felt Tara’s lips pressed to her own, she couldn’t say who leaned in to start the contact. And it didn’t matter. In fact, who started it mattered less than perhaps anything in the world at that moment. What mattered was the perfection, the comfort and love, in that contact. Each movement of lip against lip elicited a magical spark of energy that radiated from the merged flesh outward along her skin. She could feel heat rising in her cheeks as she desperately breathed through her nose to prolong the kiss for as long as possible.



The redhead raised her hands to stroke Tara’s cheeks and found the same heat along the surface that she felt in response to their passionate kiss. Still swaying to the music, she softly extended her tongue to just lick the soft lips against her own. Gently she traced a path along her lover’s mouth, finally focusing her entry on the opening forming in front of the point of her tongue. Tara’s mouth conformed to the softness of her lover’s tongue as it wrapped itself around Willow’s gentle intrusion. Surrounded by Tara’s soft wetness, Willow could do nothing but rest for a moment before slowly rotating her tongue along Tara’s teeth and into her mouth. Enjoying the contact Tara found herself sucking on her lover’s tongue and did not even consciously realize what she was doing until she heard Willow’s soft moan in response.



Tara’s hands dropped to embrace the redhead’s hips, grasping to pull her closer and closer to her body. Softly she began to trail her hands up and down Willow’s sides. Each pass brought her hands higher and lower until the upper movement allowed her to brush her thumbs against the edges of Willow’s soft breasts. Just as Willow became used to the sensual contact, Tara’s hands were gone again. The redhead moaned out as she thrust her tongue more passionately into Tara’s mouth. Suddenly Tara wrapped her tongue around her lover’s and moved both into Willow’s waiting mouth. As she flicked the tip of her tongue against the tip of Willow’s and into her wet opening the redhead grasped her head more tightly.



Enjoying the motion of her hands over Willow’s slight frame and the soft material of her dress, Tara allowed them to stray to Willow’s back pulling her tighter into her body. Her nimble fingers gently unfastened the clasp at Willow’s neck and began to lower the zipper. Willow moaned as she felt the cool air brush against her upper and then lower back. Stepping from her dress, she took a step backwards toward her bed as she never broke eye contact with Tara’s beautiful blue ones. Moving to join the smaller woman on the bed, Tara realized that Willow had likewise unfastened her dress as they danced and she gracefully stepped from the garment before moving closer to her lover.



Kneeling in front of her lover, the blonde softly took Willow’s face in her hands. “I’ve missed you my love,” she whispered before leaning in to trace her tongue along Willow’s lips. Pulling back she ran her fingertips gently along the garter belts holding the smaller girl’s stockings in place. “I n-n-never knew,” she attempted to explain.



The redhead got a decidedly vixeny look on her face as she leaned forward to whisper in Tara’s reddening ear: “no panty lines. I hoped you’d like.”



Tara gulped a few times before answering, “I do. But I w-w-want to feel all your skin.” Pinching the snap between her fingers she quickly detached the nylons from their placement. Softly she inserted her fingertips under the edge of one stocking and began to torturously slowly pull her fingers down Willow’s thigh, knee, and calf to remove the thin material. She was rewarded by a soft moan by the redhead as she passed along the sensual areas before repeating her action on the other side.



Raising up Tara clasped her lover’s face in her own hands and pressed their lips together. Willow’s arms came up to embrace the blonde instantly as she pulled both bodies onto the bed. No sounds of discomfort escaped her lips as she reveled in the missed and needed blessing of their bodies together. Their lips moved softly and vigorously with and against each other. Running her hands down Tara’s back Willow found a soft trail of sweat lining the valley along her spine.



Feeling no rush Tara drew back to rest on one elbow for a moment. She ran her other hand through Willow’s red wavy hair and along her cheek and jawline, rewarded when the smaller woman pressed her skin into her soft palm like a kitten enjoying the petting. As the redhead closed her eyes and relaxed to enjoy the contact, Tara passed her hand softly over her entire face, sensually tracing her eyebrows, hair line, nose, lips, even eyelashes. Slowly she lowered her hand to caress Willow’s neck and collarbones. The redhead’s breathing became labored as Tara traced her fingertips along the lace edge of her bra. “This is beautiful lover,” she whispered allowing her breath to flow hotly over Willow’s breasts. Lowering her head, the blonde nuzzled her face into her lover’s breasts, murmuring her contentment.



The smaller woman enjoyed this contact, the loving gentle touch of Tara worshiping her soft breasts. She had missed this so much in the past few weeks. Stupid appendix she giggled at the stupidity and inappropriateness of such a thought racing across the every busy Willowbrain. She began to allow her hands to roam over Tara’s smooth silky skin, meeting and unfastening the closure of her bra. Playfully she whispered, “not that I don’t love you in lingerie my love but I want to feel your skin.” Dutifully the blonde raised herself quickly onto her arms to allow the covering to drop down her arms before tossing it onto the floor. Moaning in appreciation, Willow raised her hands to brush the palms across Tara’s soft breasts. Allowing her motion to create circles on the flesh, she was entranced as the nipples grew hard and pressed themselves into the center of her hands. Hearing her lover’s soft purr she closed her fingers around those hard nubs to rub them between her fingertips.



As she rubbed she again captured the blonde’s lips in her own kissing more hungrily now, darting her tongue into her lover’s mouth as Tara moaned with the contact. Suddenly the smaller woman pivoted to straddle her lover as she lay on the bed. She continued caressing the blonde’s breasts, occasionally pinching the nipples between her fingertips before lowering her face to rub it against the soft flesh. Her words, “you are so beautiful my love,” created a humming vibration that Tara could feel through her nipples and her entire chest. Although she still wore panties, the blonde knew that they were soaked and both women could smell their mingled and sweet scents in the small room. Softly Willow brushed her closed lips across the tip of Tara’s hard nipple, just barely making contact before moving her mouth to repeat the motion on Tara’s other side. Finding it increasingly difficult to form coherent thoughts or voluntary movements, Tara reached around Willow’s back to unclasp her bra and throw it to the floor leaving the redhead entirely naked. Her wet center dripped onto the blonde’s trim stomach as she moved her mouth back to the first nipple placing a loving kiss on the tip.



“Willlloooo,” Tara moaned out as her lover’s mouth dropped kiss after kiss onto her firm skin. Unable to form the words to communicate her need, she pulled the back of Willow’s head toward her chest. Unwilling to deny her lover any longer, the redhead eagerly opened her mouth. She first licked and then lightly sucked Tara’s hard nipple into her hungry mouth as the blonde clutched desperately at the back of her head. Realizing that she was clutching, Tara softened her grip to entwine her hand in Willow’s long copper curls.



“mmm,” Willow purred as she alternated sucking first one nipple and then the other into her mouth. Scraping her teeth over Tara’s nipple she was rewarded as the blonde arched her back, pressing her stomach into Willow’s dripping center. Releasing the nipple Willow again pressed her mouth to the blonde’s as their repeated moans were swallowed in each other’s bodies.



The luxurious sound of her lover’s voice startled the redhead for a moment as she heard Tara’s gentle request: “baby, lay on your stomach for me.” Willow complied immediately, pressing her form onto the bed and waiting for any contact. She could feel her hard nipples making a dimple in the smooth cool bed sheet and her wet mound against the material. After a few seconds, she felt Tara slowly lower her body onto her smaller one and realized from the sensation of warm wetness on her leg that Tara had removed the last piece of clothing separating them.



As she stretched her form over her lover’s Tara ran her hands softly up and down Willow’s sides. Each movement elicited a reaction, as the redhead’s flesh seemed to jump into her palms. Stroking Willow’s neck to move her hair to the side the blonde began lightly trailing kisses over her spine, occasionally nipping at the fuzz-covered skin. Willow moaned with each gentle kiss or bite to her sensitive skin. She felt like an erotic sandwich with the bed pressing into her mound and Tara’s mound pressing into her ass or leg. She enjoyed the thought of the juice that ran along her flesh from both sources.



As she liberally and gently showered her lover’s back with kisses, Tara murmured her love: “you are so beautiful Willow.” Kisses rained on Willow’s shoulder blades. “Your body is so smooth and sexy.” Tara’s lips trailed to the sides to barely brush her lover’s slight breasts. “I love you so much.” The soft lips placed loving almost imperceptible impressions along Willow’s spine. “I’ve missed you my love.” Her hands grasped Willow’s hips as she heard the redhead groan out her need. “Rollover lover.” Tara raised herself up onto her arms while Willow immediately complied.



Lowering herself quickly Tara again pressed kisses into the redhead’s waiting mouth. Their skin meshed and slid with sweat and the mix of their arousal. Aware that she was skipping a large portion of Willowskin but unable to wait any longer to join with her lover, Tara positioned herself between the redhead’s trembling legs. “I love you so much,” she murmured into the silky soft skin of the smaller woman’s thighs as she trailed kisses along the already wet expanse. Recognizing the tensing in Willow’s body and more than amply aware of the wait both women had endured, Tara softly kissed Willow’s mound inhaling her sweet scent.



“Oh Goddess! Baby,” Willow gasped as she felt the blonde’s lips kiss her softly before her fingers softly separated her wet folds. Almost tentatively Tara guided her tongue through Willow’s wetness, following the path the smaller woman’s inner lips led her along. Slowly she licked along her lover’s inner lips reveling in the missed smell and taste of her lover’s liquid warmth. Tara could feel Willow’s hand gently massaging the back of her head as she slowly drank in her juices. With each stroke of her tongue, she felt Willow’s body tense further. In spite of Willow’s thighs pressing lightly against her ears she could hear her lover’s moans increasing with each stroke of her tongue.



Spurned on by Willow’s increasing movements and sounds of passion, Tara slowly licked forward to rub her tongue gently over her lover’s hidden nub. The intensity of Willow’s responding moan caused Tara a momentary concern: “Will? Are you ok?”



She returned her attention to that tight muscle as soon as she heard Willow’s answering plea, “d-d-d-onnnnn’tttt stopppppp…” Gently at first and then with increasing intensity the blonde flicked her tongue over her lover’s clitoris, encouraged by the wondrous taste of her lover and the pressure created by Willow’s erotic thrashing against her face, her hand on the back of Tara’s head. Understanding her lover’s need for release as her own wetness pooled between her legs and flowed hotly onto the bed, Tara began to flick her tongue from side to side, brushing firmly against the redhead’s engorged clitoris as she murmured her love into the action.



Willow floated through the sensation of being loved by Tara. It was a knowing. A permanence. This was all there is in the world. This here. This now. This senation of taking and being taken. Of giving and being given. Of sharing everything we have with each other. With each stroke of the blonde’s tongue she felt herself grasping at her head, at the sheets, within her body for something to grasp -- anything that she could hold onto as her soul slid into thousands of separate crystals. The approaching climax beckoned to her almost teasing with its proximity. Feeling the fall into the abyss of inarticulation beginning, she ground her own wrist against her mouth as she screamed with the power of her climax. Every nerve ending in her body joined the revolution as her body writhed and trembled with Tara’s continued lapping at her center. After an eternity of pleasure she noted that the blonde’s tongue had stilled to allow her to ride out her climax. “I c-c-can see again,” she gasped.



Tara recognized the line from the movie they had watched at Willow’s house and grinned at the redhead’s quirky sense of humor. Feeling the redhead relax with completion, Tara smiled before again latching her mouth onto Willow’s clit. “Oh Goddess!” the redhead screamed out as the surprise contact brought her to another climax. Pleased with her lover's immediate response to her returning tongue Tara gently inserted one finger into her lover. Although she usually used two or even three fingers inside the redhead’s slight frame, she was worried about the surgery and recovery period.



“Tara, Tara, Tara!” Willow moaned as she felt the dual pleasure of her lover’s finger filling her depths and her tongue assaulting her clit without ending. Just as one climax would end, another would start and she could no longer count or determine any division between the peaks of pleasure. Over and over her lover brought her to climax, allowed her to relax, and then grasped her body again in pleasure. Finally unable to take any more, the redhead cried out, “baby. Please come hold me.”



Tara instantly moved up the bed to gather her exhausted lover in her arms. The two women nestled together in the love, their bodies slick with sweat and arousal. As she absently trailed her fingertips over Willow’s body, Tara asked, “Willow?” Willow nodded that she was listening and Tara continued, “are y-y-you o-o-o-k?”



Recovering from her repeated climaxes Willow responded, “not really,” a smile curling up at the edges of her mouth.



Tara moved immediately to look down at her lover, “what? What h-h-hurts b-b-baby? Oh Goddess.” Not seeing the smirk growing on Willow’s face, Tara jumped up from the bed panicking: “I s-s-should go g-g-get the nurse. Oh Goddess.” She was stopped by Willow’s hand firmly holding her own as the redhead pulled her lover back. Seeing the smile on Willow’s face she realized the redhead was teasing her. “That wasn’t nice baby. I was really w-w-worried about you,” she pouted.



Sitting up to wrap her arms around Tara’s waist as the blonde stood facing the bed Willow nuzzled her flat stomach. “I didn’t mean to scare you love. I’m sorry.” As she whispered her apology she allowed her hands to caress the blonde’s ass and felt her stiff demeanor begin to melt. She could still smell Tara’s wonderful arousal and see the liquid on the insides of her thighs. Beginning to kiss her lover along the base of her stomach she explained, “I wasn’t hurting. But you asked if I was ok and I wasn’t. I haven’t gotten to make love to you yet.” Each word was punctuated by a kiss or lick along Tara’s body, the final 5 delivered onto Tara’s glistening curls.



As she began to run her fingertips along Tara’s soaked lips she heard the blonde moan and knew that her joke was forgiven. Continuing to play along, however, she whispered quietly, “I shouldn’t have teased you. Maybe I can make it up to you?” The redhead left her suggestion hanging as she extended her tongue to probe between those wet lips. Tara’s hand gently caressing the back of her head caused her to smile as she knew that her little joke was forgiven, not that that was ever in doubt. Goddess I missed this. This taste. This smell. Wrapping one arm around Tara’s lower back she pulled the blonde closer even as she attempted to spread her legs slightly with her own hanging down over the side of the bed.



With Tara’s legs parted Willow had ready and eager access to glide her tongue through her wetness. The redhead was unable to restrain herself from immediately thrusting her tongue into her lover’s opening. “Arrrhhhhh,” Tara moaned as she felt Willow’s warm tongue taking entrance into her waiting depths. Willow passionately thrust her tongue into her lover as she softly touched the other woman’s clit with her fingertips. She felt her lover shiver at the contact and held her more firmly with her arm around her back.



Withdrawing her tongue, she ran it along Tara’s lips drinking her flowing juices. She could not believe the level of wetness bathing her face but smiled as the way Tara had made love to her so ardently and patiently. Wrapping her lips around her lover’s shy clit, she softly kissed it before sucking the bundle of nerves into her mouth. As she sucked, she used her tongue to flick at the tip of Tara’s clit. Hearing the blonde moaning wordlessly turned her on even more but she needed to be inside this woman who she loved so much and so well. Without breaking the contact of her mouth on Tara’s clit, she slid two fingers easily into her opening. “I love you,” she whispered as she began to wiggle her fingers inside the blonde’s tensing depths. Finding a rhythm she moved her fingers in time with her tongue and attempted to press them against the same area.



Sucking licking Tara’s clit furiously, Willow began to thrust her fingers inside her love more forcefully. She had some very good idea of how much the blonde needed this release and wanted to give it to her fast. As she felt the hands entwined in her hair tightening she knew that Tara was close. Flicking her tongue over Tara’s clit she felt the blonde’s depths pull her hand deeper inside as her climax stiffened her entire body. Even as Tara moaned wordlessly, Willow would not let go of the climax continuing to pump her fingers and hand inside the blonde as she quivered and shook with release.



Although she knew that she could not lift her girlfriend Willow hoped that Tara would take the hint as she pulled against her with her arm. As hoped, the blonde immediately shifted her weight and turned to lie down on the bed. Without breaking her hand’s contact, Willow pressed her body down Tara’s as she captured her lips in a gentle kiss. As she stilled her hand’s movement she was surprised to hear her lover’s voice. “Don’t stop baby,” Tara pleaded needing more.



“Of course my love,” Willow whispered as she began to move her hand once again within it’s wet, warm, home. Tara’s body tensed almost immediately as she thrust her hips up to meet each motion of her lover’s hand. She bit down on her lip as she attempted to keep from screaming out. “I love you Tara Maclay,” Willow whispered as she passed her thumb lightly over the blonde’s clit and felt her release burst forth in a torrent of warm juice on her hand. Kissing the blonde deeply she continued to move her hand as she drew out her lover’s climax.



As Tara stilled her body Willow hugged her tightly before raising up to brush her fingers along her face. As she did so, she saw tears pooled in the blonde’s eyes and spilling down over her cheeks. She leaned forward to kiss the tears away knowing that Tara would explain when she was ready. Wrapping her arms around her smaller lover, Tara pulled Willow down to lie on her chest. “I d-d-don’t know what I would d-d-do if I ever lost y-y-you,” she stuttered.



Tilting Tara’s face by placing her fingers gently on the taller girl’s chin Willow reassured her: “you won’t ever have to find out my love. We’re always.” Tara nodded as the two figures hugged and slid toward sleep.



Drifting into oblivion Willow questioned, “I know I said all night but it’s only 3:30 my love. Is that ok?” Getting no answer was answer enough to the question.

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"People have the power to redeem the work of fools." - Patti Smith

[Washi]

I love this fic! Great part!

I have no idea what the movie is, but I'l think about it.

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"See? I've mastered this tact crap." Anya in Tears Of The Goddess by Lisa

[Kendahl897]

B o u n d

[littlecrazy80]

BOUND I love this movie!!! And I love this fic.

The love between Willow and Tara is perfect.

I´m sitting here and having a big, big smile on my face right now.



*lil´c*

Unter den Blinden ist der Einäugige König.



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[samiamiguess]

Hey Debra,

not sure if you've noticed but I've been on pens sabbatical somewhat as I've been unable to post any meaningful feedback in what seems like forever. Afraid real life has been somewhat over demanding of my time, foolish person that I am. So I just wanted to duck back in to let you know that I'm continuing to love and enjoy it as much as ever and apologise for my lack of feedback.



I love the amount of love you have generated in the story, not just between Willow and Tara but between the other characters, Michelle and Eliza, who I'm finding immensely enjoyable. And as for Elizabeth, I'm thinking she's not so much concerned about the suitability of her sisters girl but of Tara's.



Keep up the great work Debra, my thanks for writing as always,

Sonya

[Insanity]

OK, I don't know how to say... fu** my english, but I try.



This was so sensual. This part shows so incredibly well, how much they love each other. It was, I almost forgot, that they were making love. It was just WOW!



Ok, stop trying now*g*



I hope anybody gets it..



Insanity





edited 'caus I was so confused, that I didn't know my name *ggg*

"Nobody messes with my girl!"Tara, Bargaining

Edited by: Insanity  at: 4/13/03 1:09:49 pm

[darkmagicwillow]

I loved seeing Willow and Tara making love for the first time after Willow's injury. The dance reminded me of my surprise when I saw a couple of my friends dance for the first time; despite any outward indication of their skill, they were amazing ballroom dancers. As for Elizabeth, I'm thinking she's likely to be causing some problems for our girls, and not out of the best of motives.

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"Omnia mutantur, nihil interit." -- "Everything changes, but nothing is truly lost."

[Taras Shadow]

Debra



Aww...the lovemaking between our two favourite witches was just so sensual and passionate. I could feel the love and concern. Beautiful! As always, you've left me speechless!



Oh and may I a ....



Cannot wait for more!



~Holly~



“Um…This Is Nice And All…But I’d Rather Have Your Fingers…”

Don’t You Know The Difference Between Like and Love?

Edited by: Taras Shadow  at: 4/13/03 4:21:42 pm

[Cindy Lou Who]

You...{pant}...always...{sigh}...write it...{brief noncoherent fugue}...so WELL.







Maybe I can write something more salient after I recover...if I recover.



Thanks Debra~~Suse

~Dorothy Parker (on her writing)~:



"I can't write five words but that I change seven."



"My verses, I cannot say poems...I was following in the exquisite footsteps of Miss Millay, unhappily in my own horrible sneakers."

[The Rose24]

Beautiful. I am glad Willow's illness has no ill effects. I can imagine how afraid Tara is that she may have hurt Willow during their love making.



I love the way you always bring back memories from earlier times with Willow's comment about the threshold. Excellent continuity. You are a lot better with continuity than ME is. That's for sure.

Tara: My heart doesn't stutter.


Tara: Willow, I got so lost.

Willow: I found you. I will always find you.