Yum. *slurp*

Willow: Hey Buff. One more thing. Buffy: Yeah? Willow: I’m gay. Buffy: Okay, Will. Xander owes me ten bucks.

~Remember to Breathe by Yellow Crayon

Title-The night before Christmas, Sunnydale style

Pairing-W/T

Rating-This part R

Disclaimer-I'm just having fun and not making money.

Feedback-Yes please, I love feedback.

Part 7/7

Notes-I wrote this story part and jess betaed it. I thank Jess for making it so good, and I’m sorry that this last part has come so late after Christmas was over.

Author-Thomas M.



Part Six



All over Sunnydale children sensed that something was happening and got their parents to drive them to Casa Summers, or even risked walking to it. The vamps left them alone as to do otherwise would break the truce. On top of the room of Casa Summers was a shining sleigh and eight neighing, stamping reindeer. All night Santa had to give out present after present while concealing his growing annoyance - they were little children after all.



At dawn, he was finally able to get out and view the cause of his sleepless night - his decloaked sleigh, where everybody could see it. He cast a simple spell and cloaked the sleigh.



                                        ~*~



Anya woke up to see one of her stockings lying on the end of her bed. She grabbed it and tipped it up and some large dirty lumps of coal fell out. There was a note on the floor that she picked up and read.



For what you did last night you are back on my naughty list for the next century.

Nick.



She scowled. “Does that mean I don’t get the vibrator I was wishing for?”



                                        ~*~



Willow woke. She smiled as she thought back to the dream she’d had…Santa, and he gave back Tara…and then they had made love. She turned to see Tara’s head on the pillow!



So maybe not a dream...it had really happened, she had her Tara back after all. Tentatively, she kissed her sleeping lover’s lips, remembering how much she’d wanted to do this. “Merry Christmas, baby…”



Tara stretched luxuriously, yawning. Upon seeing Willow, a half smile appeared on her face. “Merry Christmas to you too, love.”



“I love you. And thanks for the present.” Grinning, she slid down Tara’s body, her tongue almost gravitating towards her love’s clit. It was Christmas Day and Willow had received the best present of all. Her Tara.



End.



Hey, thanks everyone for reading/reviewing this! Hopefully, it didn't make you cringe too much with the lack of...well, lots of things Merry Belated Christmas, just to keep in the relative time frame of the fic!

jess



Dulce est amor.

Awww..so sweet. Cute ending. I loved it Love sammi xx

"Sometimes things happen between people that you don't really expect. And sometimes the things that are important are the ones that seem the weirdest or the most wrong. And those are the ones that change your life." - Jessie Sammler (Evan Rachel Wood)

Very cute. And it's abotu time you updated!

Willow: Hey Buff. One more thing. Buffy: Yeah? Willow: I’m gay. Buffy: Okay, Will. Xander owes me ten bucks.

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Dubs Festive Advent Challenge – Day 9
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Think I had head lice.


Should probably check that out, is it a pigeon or your father? Kate Beringer should have checked.


I need to think American or my perception of Santa being dodgy really rings true here.


Tara is not just for Christmas, Tara is for life.


Spike representing Brits abroad. While we’re on the topic, mistletoe is not consent. It’s a plant, you can chase people around with it and you can even tie it to your belt buckle as a joke but it is not a legal contract. It can be romanticised as much as the hallmark channel will milk it for but ultimately it’s an out of date tradition that should be let go.

The worst revelations come out at Christmas. I mean seriously they watched American pie!


It’s an insightful gift.


Fancy way of saying kindle.


She’s sixteen. Still firmly on the stance of perverted Santa, especially if her necklace starts to warm. They are in a basement as well. I’m boarding up the house this Christmas Eve this has now confirmed it.


Slap her knee and announce, right I best be off. Also best matched with a loud uncovered yawn. It’s what’s done in polite circles to say I'm leaving and you’re not stopping me.


Forget boarding up the house. I’m going to find a nice nuclear bunker to hide in.

Challenge aside, this has to be the most bizarre Tara resurrection I've ever read. Not only was it Santa that brought her back but he then made her come down the chimney to present herself to Willow. It’s Bizarre. Saying that thought it fits with your story and you do try to explain why and how.
I do gripe that Tara instantly says she forgives Willow when she was just told how her girlfriend murdered her murderer by flaying him alive and enjoyed doing it. Some insight into her thought process at this point would of been helpful as a reader to understand the decision. It kind of comes across as brushing it under the carpet just to move the story along.
Nice one for collaborating on this piece. All the parts fit together well and you both stuck to one style so there was no writer style contrast causing a confusing format for the reader.
Overall, it’s bizarre. a good bizarre but also a bewildering bizarre.

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