No one wanted to guess on Willow’s costume? Ok.
I am posting the birthday in two parts because it is extremely long. So I’ve cut it at a somewhat arbitrary but I hope logical point. I think you will like both halves and they can each stand on their own as very fun updates.
Just a note: my mother is very ill and has been for a few years. Currently she is getting hospice care and my sister and brother are with her. I do not know when the end will come to her suffering. When it does, I will be out of touch for a little while. I will try to post until then but may need to leave town suddenly. Thanks for your patience.
I apologize for the blatant misuse of bold Holly - Thanks a lot. Now I’m completely in your debt.
Patty - I wondered where you were. Welcome back. Wow, thanks for saying that you can picture it in your head. That’s wonderful and a wonderful compliment on my writing. Hmmm, I guess yes Willow did take those pictures in stride considering their content. But I think that the disclosure of the connection between Tara1 and Tara2 is what amazed her just as much.
Hope you had a great time with your cousins and thanks for the well wishes.
Karen - Thanks for the wishes. My prediction would be for a worse week this coming week but thank you anyway. Update in a few seconds. Thanks always.
Insanity - I get confused too.
Title – Paths Diverged/Divulged Part 22 –
The Never Birthday Part I Author – JustSkipit - Debra
Spoilers –Season 6
Rating – Part 22 – R?
Disclaimer – Guess what, I don’t own W&T, Buffy or the rest of the BtVS crew. Any similarity to actual persons living or dead is purely coincidental and fortunate. Also Rachel thinks I should point out that I don’t make any money from this…
Thoughts in italicsFlash backs indentedMemories and dreams indented AND italic “I got it!” Eliza shouted since she was nearest the door. Of course, with the volume of the music, who knew if anyone had even heard her? Michelle was in the kitchen cutting more fruit to throw in the punch and Tara had declared herself DJ and was currently inserting more CDs in the 50-disc changer.
“Sinatra, no. Billie Holliday, not tonight. Les Mis, definitely not,” she mumbled as she culled the existing discs and inserted new ones.
“The ritas need more tequila,” Eliza yelled toward the kitchen, really hoping Chelle would hear this time, and pulled open the door. From the corner of her eyes she noticed one of Chelle’s runner friends sip her drink, consider for a minute, nod at the dark-haired girl, and get up to go toward the kitchen. “Happy b…,” Eliza announced as she looked at the partygoer on the porch.
The dark-haired girl’s mouth hung open as she raked her eyes over the visitor.
Shit! Tara’s gonna rip my eyes out, was her first coherent thought as she instinctively snapped them shut.
All she needs is a whip to complete the ens… She quickly re-opened her eyes since the picture in her head was just as racy if not more so than the sight in front of her.
Ok, Tara’s gonna have to rip out everyone’s eyes, she giggled. As she reopened her eyes, Eliza finally found the ability to speak. “How you doin?” she asked with an exaggerated Italian/Brooklyn accent.
As she waited for Willow’s answer she absorbed the redhead’s costume. Her pants, if you could justify calling them pants, were so tight that Eliza could imagine neither how the girl had gotten them on nor who might have zipped them. Actually it looked more like her skin had somehow merged with the slick black leather covering which had then shrunken to outline every inch of her body.
Ok. What does her already cute ass look like in those? The dark-haired girl wasn’t even trying to control her thoughts any more figuring that if Tara or her own girlfriend killed her it might just be worth it. Noticing the heavy black leather boots she wondered how the redhead could keep from sweating. But actually Willow didn’t look hot; she looked cool and comfortable.
If her pants looked tight, they were nothing compared to the top the redhead was wearing. Again black leather seemed to entrap the small woman. The top featured a tight bodice that pushed up her assets in a way that Eliza would never have imagined they could be featured. The sleeves of the top were surprisingly long with red frills around the wrists and Eliza idly wondered why the redhead didn’t tear those off. Perhaps because they matched the surprisingly innocent red accent to the bodice because they certainly didn’t seem to go with the rest of the dominatrix getup.
As Eliza stared at Willow’s suddenly abundant chest, she noticed that the girl was paler than usual. Actually paler wasn’t a good description: the girl was freaking white! It was as if she had rolled in powder or had all pigment removed from her already light skin. Every bit of exposed skin was equally light with the exception of the makeup on her face. Her lips were outlined in an uncharacteristically bold red while her eyes were expertly made-up with green and yellow eye shadow. The entire effect was so mesmerizing that Eliza barely noticed the slightly longer than normal canine teeth just jutting past the top of Willow’s lower lip.
“Aren’t you going to invite me in?” Willow purred as she held up a wrapped present.
“Uh…,” Eliza stalled as she tried to think of words in actual English. “How you doin?” she again asked.
The witch broke character a little bit as she giggled before answering, “good costume Eliza, very funny.” While Eliza had been checking Willow out so thoroughly the redhead had also been assessing Eliza’s costume. At first it didn’t make sense but eventually she put together the expensive dark double-breasted suit, fedora, and cigar. Combine that with the exaggerated accent that Eliza was invoking each time she found herself able to speak and Willow finally knew that Tara had shared Willow’s misunderstanding about Eliza’s father’s line of work.
“Hey, you’re l-l-letting all the cold air…,” Tara said as she came over to see what was holding Eliza up. “W-w-willow?” Tara half–stated/half-asked as she saw the woman on the porch. Her confusion was obvious as she stared at Willow, not really even trying to avoid looking like she was staring at the girl’s chest. But really, who could help but stare? Simultaneous to her arousal at seeing Willow like this was the overwhelming fear in the pit of her stomach. Although she could feel Willow’s essence emanating from the redhead she also remembered the woman, the creature, from so many of her dreams and nightmares. Always this woman, always with this predatory look and the feeling of fear and loss that ran through the blonde as Willow turned toward her.
In all that time, all those years, Tara had never quite identified what was different about this image, what made this woman so scary and terrible. This, she knew, was “her Willow,” the Willow from her world, the woman she should have had. But she had never known the truth about this woman. Now it finally hit her. Why did she label the painting “Never” and what was the meaning of the drop of blood on the woman in the painting’s lip? Willow from her world was a vampire. That was why Tara never found her.
Willow had enjoyed greeting Eliza at the door. It was apparent that the younger girl did not recognize her as wearing a vampire costume. Perhaps she thought Willow was just wearing a lot of black leather sexy clothes.
Expensive black leather clothes, Willow thought. But now Tara was at the door and speechless. Willow couldn’t see her face through the blonde’s creative costume.
Who would have thought that Tara would incorporate her cane into a costume? While no Star Wars expert, the redhead was pretty sure that you called that an “Imperial Walker” or something like that: basically a big carrier thing on four walking feet. She wore big clunky looking attachments on each foot and on her cane and carried an extra cane to complete the ensemble while the large carrier part was made of some big cardboard or plastic box that had been expertly painted to look just like the device.
Even though Willow could barely see Tara’s face, she could feel the fear and discomfort emanating from the blonde. And she began admonishing herself. The choice to dress as a vampire for the party was obviously stupid and inconsiderate. It hadn’t seemed to Willow that Tara was afraid of Willow’s doppelganger but obviously she was. Willow opened her mouth to speak and reassure the blonde that she was actually herself when she heard Tara ask Eliza, “d-did you invite her in?”
Rather than trying to explain her costume Willow confidently stepped through the doorway and closer to the blonde who appeared to be looking toward the wooden frame as if shocked that it hadn’t held better. “I’m sorry baby,” she began telling Tara, “I guess I didn’t really think enough about this before choosing the costume. I just thought it would be sexy and hot and kind of an inside joke but I didn’t really think about how it would make you feel and I’m so sorry about that and I can go back to the hotel and change or I brought some clothes and they’re in the car and I can change now or whatever you want and did I mention I’m really sorry?”
As she spoke Willow realized that she could actually see Tara’s face through the “mouth” hole in the costume. Not that there was a mouth to the imperial walkers but she had cut an opening so people could hear her speak and so she could breathe and assumably drink. The redhead watched Tara’s face through the costume intently wondering if the blonde would relax and forgive her thoughtlessness. She hardly noticed that Eliza was greeting another guest as Tara reached out and pulled Willow slightly to the side of the doorway.
As she heard Willow’s speech Tara’s face showed a huge smile. No one but Willow could possibly make an apology take that long. For the first time Tara inwardly cursed her costume choice. When she came up with the idea she was just thinking about the prizes given in a few hours for “best costume” and “most original” and her streak of winning some award for 2 years running now. But it hadn’t occurred to her that this costume would interfere so egregiously with Willow-kisses. And that wasn’t good at all. Gently she reached out her hand to touch her fingertips to Willow’s lips. “Let’s call that a p-p-placeholder for the ones later,” she purred. “When I’m out of this costume,” she clarified.
Willow’s face lit up in a vixeny grin as she teased, “that sounds great. What are you wearing under the costume?”
“You flirt,” Tara called her as she took Willow’s hand, moving both canes to her left hand. “Do you want a d-d-drink? There’s beer, wine, margaritas, and punch.” Both girls crossed the room, which was quickly becoming quite crowded, toward the kitchen.
Willow took in the sight of Michelle mixing margaritas. Tara hadn’t exaggerated when she said that the runners apparently took the opportunity to just dress skimpily. Willow guessed that Michelle was supposed to be Cupid but really that was only apparent by the thin white cotton sash that was draped around her body, barely covering her private areas, and the play bow & arrow slung over her shoulder. Without asking the runner handed both Tara and Willow drinks explaining, “I’m Cupid so you need drinks, girls.”
Both witches laughed as Willow handed Michelle her present. “Happy Birthday Chelle,” the redhead told her as she leaned in for a hug. “What the?” she exclaimed as she took her first drink of the margarita.
Both Tara and Michelle laughed at Willow’s expression as they teased the girl, “what’s wrong, Willow?”
“That margarita has some kick,” Willow explained. “It’s like there’s something in there I can barely taste.”
Cupid reached over to pick up an empty Everclear bottle. “Cupid’s secret ingredient,” she giggled as she took another drink. “Speaking of which… keys go in the box on the top of the fridge. Shortly we’ll go hide them and no one gets them back without a vote that they can drive.”
“Democracy in action huh?” Willow asked as she handed over her keys. In truth she was just as glad to be free of them. She certainly couldn’t put them in her pocket; as it was she could barely breathe in this outfit.
Well, I guess vampires don’t actually breathe so that works out well for them, she thought.
Willow looked up to see Tara watching her intently though the mouth/eye holes in her costume. “What?” the redhead asked.
Tara giggled, “looked like Willowbabble in there.” She added on teasingly, “too bad for this c-costume getting in the way of fixing that.”
Michelle hiccupped as she looked at her roommate: “you’re welcome to take it off anytime Tare. You won the last two years and could give someone else a chance you know.”
The blonde handed Willow her drink as she took her hand and started from the kitchen. As she did so she looked at the clock. “You know the r-rules,” she teased her roommate, “if I keep the costume on until 10:00 I qualify.”
Willow giggled at Tara’s taunt. Just as the two girls were leaving the kitchen, they heard Michelle taunt her roommate back: “sure Tara but your dominatrix girlfriend may give you a run for your Margarita.”
As they moved back toward the living room Willow playfully pouted, “I’m not a dominatrix; I’m a vampire.”
“You needed to wear bigger f-fangs and drip fake blood down your chin for people to recognize that sweetie,” Tara explained playfully as she reached her fingers up to stroke the redhead’s lips and chin.
“Phooey on your big bulky costume,” the redhead pouted again. Willow took a look around the room. Tara had certainly been right: Michelle’s costume was far from the most revealing to be seen at the party. And if she could judge by muscle tone most of the girls wearing barely anything were runners indeed. Some appeared to be paired up but most were talking to other guests. Of course, quite a few had brought boyfriends or male dates but none of them seemed to think twice about the number of female couples at the party. Willow glanced at the clock on the VCR and attempted to be heard above the music: “so what’s the deal on the 10:00 time thing?”
Tara nodded that she had heard Willow’s question. “You have to keep your c-costume on until 10:00 to qualify for prizes. After th-that you can change into something more comfortable.” Nodding toward a few of the runners she amended her statement: “or less comfortable.”
Willow giggled at Tara’s comment. “I can’t believe none of these nubile little things snapped you up,” she teased.
Ok, this costume was the stupidest idea I’ve ever had. What time is it? 9:25. I can’t get a hold of her for 35 more minutes? This was totally stupid. Tara was beating herself up for her costume choice. Sure she would possibly win a prize but in the meantime she was missing out on Willow kisses and snuggles. “W-w-what?” she asked. She had no idea what Willow had just said.
“Well,” Willow started, “I said, ‘I can’t believe none of these nubile little things snapped you up.’” She took a quick drink before continuing, “but it had really great timing and was much funnier the first time. Kind of cross between a flirt and a miffed/jealous girlfriend reaction.”
Tara drained her cup to match the one in Willow’s hand as she tried to process what Willow had just said.
Something about nubile snatches. No that couldn’t be it. Girlfriend! Did she just call me her girlfriend? Maybe she just called her my girlfriend? Shouldn’t that take at least a conversation or something? Do people just become girlfriends without some sort of announcement? Her head was spinning with confusion and wonderment. Before she could say anything Willow took the glass from her hand and explained, “I’ll go get these filled while you ponder my comic genius and perfect timing.”
Did I just call myself her girlfriend? Willow wondered as she walked away.
Well, she probably didn’t notice anyway. She seems really distracted, the redhead tried to reassure herself. Glancing back she noticed that Tara seemed to be staring at her as she walked away. Willow knew that she looked good in that costume.
I might not be dressed like a dominatrix but I know my butt looks good in these pants, she smirked as she poured more margaritas into the two cups and returned to the living room.
By the time Willow returned to the living room Tara was sitting on the arm of the couch with Eliza standing by her. Apparently the younger girl had seen the blonde without a drink and brought her one. A few other people stood visiting with the pair as Tara reached out a hand to take Willow’s while she continued nodding at a story that one of the guys was telling. Tara waited for a convenient break in the conversation before introducing Willow: “Mark, Cassie, this is my girlfriend Willow. I m-mean this is Willow. Willow this is M-mark and Cassie.”
Willow politely shook the couple’s hands but she was concentrating on Tara. She couldn’t see the girl’s face but somehow she suspected that she was blushing that adorable Tara-shade of red. She was sure that it turned even redder as Eliza decided to tease the couple: “girlfriend? When did you two get upgraded?”
Tara started stuttering as she explained, “we d-d-didn’t… I mean w-w-we … it just s-s-slipp…” but her stammering was interrupted as Willow took her hand explaining, “it was really recent.” “Yep, really recent,” she repeated victoriously.
“Well,” Eliza announced with a flourish, “it’s something to celebrate.” She took a long drink of her margarita and Willow noticed, not for the first time, that the younger girl appeared to have a lot to celebrate today.
Glass houses, her mind sung at her as she looked down at her own glass, realizing that it was empty yet again. Plus which at that point, Tara had had one more glass than she had and Willow didn’t know if she had started drinking before the redheaded witch had arrived.
Deciding that Eliza had teased the two witches enough Cassie addressed Tara: “come on Tare? Please?” Willow could only imagine that the two had been involved in a conversation before she had returned with the drinks. Willow was somewhat surprised as both Mark and Eliza joined in attempting to cajole the blonde: “come on Tare? You know you’re the best and we need you.”
“Yeah,” Eliza accented, “I’ll make you an offer you can’t refuse.”
Willow giggled as Tara shook her head and with it the entire carrier part of her costume. “Hey,” the blonde announced obviously, “look at that my d-d-drink’s empty. Willow’s t-t-too. We better go…”
She was cut off by Mark who quickly took both glasses from the witches. “Well,” he countered her excuse, “I should be a gentleman. Let me get these for you girls, I mean women, and y’all can stay right here and visit with Eliza and Cassie.” He was gone quicker than either woman could protest, leaving Tara to Eliza’s machinations.
Blowing out a dramatic exasperated sigh Eliza turned to Willow. “Willow, my friend,” she purred as she draped one arm over the girl’s shoulders.
“Eliza,” Willow joked back, “stop looking down my cleavage.”
Actually she was only half-way joking but she realized that Tara was laughing uncontrollably under her costume. “She’s got your number Liza,” Tara teased the younger girl.
Everyone laughed as they heard the dark-haired girl’s mumbled pout: “shirt’s too tight to see down it anyway. Jeez.” Recovering her focus she again addressed Willow, “you’re her girlfriend. You should have some influence. Tell her.” Cassie nodded along with Eliza who was still waving her unlit cigar around as she tried to convince Willow to join in.
By now Mark had returned to the conversation, handing out the drinks he had retrieved. Apparently he had decided that everyone needed refills and found a pitcher in the kitchen and bringing it to add to all the glasses. “What did I miss?”
“I have no idea,” Willow answered while Cassie explained. “Eliza wants Willow to use her
influence to convince Tara.”
“Oh great idea,” Mark agreed. “Come on Willow. You can convince her.”
“What’s it worth to y’all?” Willow playfully offered.
“Uh…” Mark thought quickly, “I’ll keep both of your glasses full all night.” “And I can bring y’all snacks when you want something,” Cassie added. “And I’ll make y’all breakfast,” Eliza quickly chipped in.
“You can’t c-cook,” Tara teasingly pointed out.
“I’ll buy y’all breakfast,” Eliza quickly argued. “Everyone knows I can spend money.”
“She can…,” Mark and Cassie quickly agreed.
Willow appeared to be to be considering all their offers for a minute as she tapped her finger on her chin and looked up at the ceiling muttering, “hmmm drinks and snacks and breakfast. Although the chances that any of us will want breakfast are pretty slim but still…” She glanced over at Tara to see the blonde giggling under her costume and winked at her. The redhead took a deep breath before telling Eliza, “well I’ve thought about your offer. And… I have no idea what the hell y’all are talking about!” Both Willow and Tara broke into laughter at the astonished looks on the other three friends’ faces.
Eliza puffed to express her exasperation as Michelle walked up and draped her arm over her girlfriend’s shoulder. Turning back to Tara she continued her pitch: “we really need you Tare: Thelma or Roxie?”
Again Cassie joined in attempting to convince the blonde: “Come on Tara. You and me headlining?”
“Arrrggghhh!” Tara exclaimed startling everyone as she waved her canes through the air. “Totally dancing. Remember?“
“Ok ok Tara. I’m hearing you,” Eliza answered, “how about Mama Morton? She doesn’t need to dance, just sing?”
“Hey look at the time,” Michelle interrupted. “Didn’t you want to change Tare?”
Tara looked at the runner like she had just saved her life. Wordlessly she took Willow’s hand and pulled her toward her bedroom. The redhead followed willingly albeit a little shocked. Tara was taking her to her bedroom? And wanted her there while the girl changed clothes? Something about that seemed off. As Willow thought about it she realized that she had only been in the blonde’s bedroom twice: once the night she arrived when she used the bathroom attached to the bedroom and the night of Eliza’s niece’s christening when she had put Tara to bed.
Sighing loudly Tara pushed the door closed behind them and leaned on it. Willow laughed as she took in the sight of the blonde resting more on her costume than on the door since it stuck out so far behind her. “You’re l-laughing at me,” Tara playfully announced.
Taking a final drink before setting down her empty glass Willow ignored Tara’s statement. “Are you going to take off that costume so I can kiss my girlfriend?”
“You have to h-h-help me,” Tara explained shyly.
“Eager to serve, Captain Maclay,” Willow joked.
“C-c-can you shut your eyes?” Tara asked. She felt embarrassed to be asking but knew she’d be more embarrassed for Willow to see her. Especially in her sweaty/nasty state.
For a second Willow was disheartened but she quickly told herself that when Tara was ready for Willow to see her body, then she’d be ready but not before. The redhead already knew that there was no way she would find the blonde anything but wonderful and beautiful and perfect. “Absolutely,” she nodded. “What do you want me to do?”
“Grasp right here,” Tara demonstrated with her hands, “and on the count of three we can both lift it off.” As she saw that Willow was in place she counted, “one, t-two, three.” The headpiece came off easily and Willow turned to set in on the floor.
As soon as she had, she straightened up she reached out with her hands for Tara’s body, feeling a little embarrassed as her left hand hit on a soft, round mound. “Oops, sorry,” she apologized quickly as she wrapped both arms around the blonde’s body and brought their lips together.
Even as she felt embarrassed at being so sweaty and stinky Tara clasped her hands to Willow’s cheeks as the two girls kissed deeply and passionately. Their tongues wrestled and twisted moving from one mouth to the other. They could each taste the sweet lemon-lime taste of their margaritas on the other and the alcohol only served to heighten their awareness of their mouths and bodies pressed together. Willow wrapped her left hand in Tara’s hair, noting the moisture saturating it as she moved her right hand lower to stroke the blonde’s bottom. It was the first time she had made so bold a move and she momentarily wondered if Tara would stop her but heard only the moaning intake of breath as she brushed her hand over the area. She had expected that Tara was wearing jeans under her costume and wasn’t prepared for the shock of the blonde’s bottom covered only by a thin pair of boxer shorts, also soaked with sweat.
No wonder she wanted me to close my eyes, she thought.
Tara couldn’t believe the way she felt as she nearly melted in Willow’s embrace. What had she been thinking wearing a costume that kept her away from this woman all night? Insane clearly. Her hands wandered to wrap around Willow’s back and she stroked the soft leather, reminding herself once again of the way the smaller girl looked in the sexy outfit. All those years she had felt uncomfortable with this appearance: who knew it could be so sexy? Finally Tara pulled away. “I n-n-need to shower real q-quick,” she explained, hoping that Willow still had her eyes closed.
Willow agreed, “sure but don’t take too long.” Wanting to tease Tara as the blonde so frequently did to her she suggested, “unless you want me to join you?”
“W-w-what?”
“Gotcha,” Willow announced. “You always make me speechless.” She leaned in for another quick kiss, which became not so quick. “My turn to make you speechless,” she giggled. “I’ll await your return eagerly,” she announced in what she hoped sounded vaguely like an English Knight’s voice.
“Then I’ll be extra q-quick,” Tara agreed.
Willow turned to leave before asking, “but can I come back in here and change my clothes? These aren’t really for breathing which I guess isn’t a problem for vampires but since I do need to breathe…”
Tara giggled as she heard Willow’s mini-babble. “Of course,” she agreed, “you just h-have to find your k-keys to get your other clothes.”
“Oh crap,” Willow responded, “I forgot that. Ok. I’ll be back in a minute.” Ten minutes later the redhead had changed her clothes into something much more comfortable. She now wore jeans with a brightly-colored T-shirt. It actually hadn’t taken her as long to find the key box but getting her keys was another matter. Finally Eliza had escorted her to her car to get her clothes before taking the keys back from her.
What would make her think I would want to leave this party? Tara’s here? Willow wondered. After folding the leather clothes and stowing them under Tara’s desk chair the redhead knocked on the door to the bathroom: “Tara?”
“I need another two m-minutes, Willow,” Tara answered immediately, “do you want to wait for me or go b-back out?”
“I’ll wait,” Willow answered happily as took a chance to look around Tara’s room. The room was a typical style student room but with very nice furniture. The blonde slept in a double bed and had a large table, obviously for studying, with two chairs. A large drafting table took up one side of the room and had various sheets of drawing paper tacked to it. Two easels were also jammed in the corner with canvases on them but as they were faced toward the wall, Willow didn’t want to be nosy. The dresser was covered with photographs of Michelle and Eliza and Tara’s family.
As Willow was looking at the items on the dresser, the door to the bathroom opened and Tara stepped into the room. She saw Willow looking at her pictures and came up behind her, wrapping her arms around the redhead’s waist and leaning her chin on Willow’s shoulder. “That one was at Eliza’s high school graduation,” she explained as she pointed at the picture.
All three girls were squinting in the bright sun, their arms wrapped around each other’s waists. “Only Eliza could look like that in a graduation gown,” Willow laughed as she indicated the sexy look the dark-haired girl was giving the camera and way she was wearing her gown.
“They almost didn’t let her w-walk across the stage,” Tara agreed. “But then… well… student of the year, big money from dad, star of the musical, salutatorian, they kind of had to.”
Willow turned into the blonde’s embrace. “What? Eliza was salutatorian and student of the year?” She shook her head. “In our world she flew to California so often to see Chelle that she almost didn’t graduate.” As she spoke she nuzzled into the soft skin of Tara’s neck and began to place light kisses along her jugular and across her collarbone. “Mmmm,” she whispered, “not that I care about that at the moment.”
Willow could feel Tara’s pulse rate increasing under her lips as the blonde moaned and pressed her body into the smaller girl’s. Grasping Willow’s cheeks she pulled her face away only to press their mouths together again. As the redhead thrust her tongue into Tara’s mouth she began sucking on the tip and was rewarded by the moan which she felt as much as heard reverberating through Willow’s body. Both girls knew their breathing was becoming more erratic as their mouths melded together and their hands roamed over the other’s body.
Suddenly a knock at the door interrupted them. “Hey Tara, Willow,” Eliza shouted, “there’s a whole party out here you know?” She added on, “and people want to use your bathroom.”
Tara and Willow giggled at the interruption. “I knew there was something going on here,” Willow joked, “I just forgot what that might be.” Each girl took a few seconds and some deep breaths before pulling open the door and stepping out to take the drinks Eliza was holding from her but not before the younger girl could note their flushed appearances and smile knowingly at them, causing Tara to blush bright red.
"It is better to conquer yourself than to win a thousand battles. Then the victory is yours. It cannot be taken from you, not by angels or demons, heaven or hell." - The Buddha
by Insanity » Sun Sep 07, 2003 8:44 am 
at: 9/7/03 7:44 am
Debra,
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It was a great update. I thought that 
or Chelle were going to slap Eliza when she saw her staring at 
like that. 
I love 
I love how th girls upgraded to girlfriend's and then how they did the enternal beating up of themselves about it.
more. Update soon, please? 
............please do take care of your family and dont worry about the updates.
I can totally imagine 
. Wasn't expecting that at all! I feared Tara's reaction to it. Luckily, it was a good one! 
And Tara is still really shy wonder when that´ll change! 
maybe anytime soon?
about your being a stereotypical cross between a gay man and a lesbian. Thanks a ton. 
Wll according to my mom this is the best part of having kids, the part before they are actually born.
So be carefull, from what I see kids ae addictive. 
. Had to smile on Tara cursing her costume choice since it deprived her of much needed Willow attention 
.
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at: 9/12/03 9:04 am