Title - My Side
Author name - EndoraVolk
Email Address - mirror_strangers@hotmail.com
Rating - NC-17 just in case things get rough
Disclaimer - I don’t own the 'Buffy the Vampire Slayer' characters, they belong to Joss Whedon and Mutant Enemy.
Feedback- of course, I'd like some feedback.
Summary- This fic is about the beginning of Willow and Tara's relationship seen from Tara's point of view. You could say it begins in 'Hush' and then goes on. It's mostly about things that happened "offscreen".
Notes- I'd like to thank my various muses for the inspiration. AND that I'll also continue my other fic ('Aftermath').
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Chapter 13: Star of Confusion (Part I)
Willow had left a little while ago, to hunt vampires with Buffy and the rest of her friends. I hadn’t gone with her; it seemed too dangerous and too personal at the same time. I didn’t want to trail behind them and put them in danger. Fighting? Me? Better leave it to the Slayer, and even the Slayer was far from perfect. Willow… I hoped she was okay.
I laid down on my bed and cuddled beside the pillow, trying to imagine that it was Willow. I closed my eyes and, immediately I was assaulted by the images of last night, when we had finally relaxed from the Buffy-Faith adventure.
“I told Buffy that we were going to practice some spells” Willow had said.
“Shouldn’t you stay with her?”
“I have, I’ve talked to her, but there’s nothing I can do, really. She’s the one that has to think about it. Riley slept with Faith…”
“But he didn’t know…”
“Yeah, but still… it must hurt her.”
Willow sighed, peeling off her jacket, relaxing into the heat of my room. She seemed at ease with the candles I had lit. There were long shadows –our shadows- dancing playfully on the wall. Poor Riley, I didn’t know him, but he was just a victim, fooled by Faith. I could sense the energy flow in people, he couldn’t. Still, even if I didn’t have that ability, I would know if Willow wasn’t inside her body. Her gestures, the look in her eyes, the way she smiled… all her movements seemed to speak to me, more than any physical trait. It had nothing to do with her body (which was beautiful, of course); it had to do with what she had inside.
“Hey, you okay?”
While I had been thinking about my own thing, she had approached me from behind and was touching my hair, very gently. Her fingers… I turned around and looked at her, needing her badly. What was happening to me? All of a sudden, I was having all those troubling thoughts.
I followed the movements of her hands with my eyes, as she caressed the sides of my waist and my arms. All she had to do was to touch me with one finger and all my body stretched and woke up. Just the touch of a finger… I held her hand and drew it close to my face, kissing her index finger. She made me think and do things that I would have never dared, not even in my dreams. I was completely hers, and now I wanted her to be mine.
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“I’m alright” I answered, finally.
“You seem a little… not here.”
“I’m here. I-I-I’m with you.”
To prove it, I tilted my head and began kissing her neck. Her breath was coming out faster now; poor Willow, she didn’t know about my plans. She didn’t know what I had been thinking about, about making her mine, just like I had been hers the night before.
“Whoa, Tara…” she gasped, as I lowered my kisses and my hands slipped under her shirt.
Her skin… it was delicious. I wanted to taste and kiss every tiny inch of it, leave my mark, make it mine. Erase the fingerprints of whoever had touched her before me. She was only mine. My mind was racing with all kinds of possessive thoughts that I didn’t know I had.
“Look what you’re doing to me…” I muttered.
“What I’m doing to you?” Willow said, speaking with difficulty as my lips touched her breasts “Look at what you’re doing to me…”
(to be continued)
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He who fights with monsters might take care lest he thereby become a monster. And if you gaze for long into an abyss, the abyss gazes also into you.
(Friedrich Nietzsche)
