The Legend of Green Eyed Red

[meretricious]

so my mom's visiting me, which means that i've had almost no spare time for days, and she's watching the little house on the prarie on disney right now. the opening scenes show this small town and the general store and i think "i'll just pretend it's a dramatization of green eyed red". it was much more interesting that way. then i manage to get away for a minute, and look-update! like it was just waiting for me 'cause i needed it, right? right?

definitely an extra flamey dream tara had there. and it looks like tara's subconscious is on to will's ruse, and the waking-up wasn't bad either. yay that even though tara worked up the courage to ask will to the dance, she didn't have to use it. loved how will starts out all smooth talking, but at the end manages to step in it. now bring on the dance~

take me somewhere we can be alone
make me somewhere i can call a home~zero 7

[GayNow]

It's an update! It's an update!



Oh, hell...I don't have time to read it right now.



Okay....coming back later tonight to read and respond...to the entire work...as is only appropriate.



WOOT! AN UPDATE!



Carleen

[Kendahl897]

This is a really great story.

[JustSkipIt]

Hey Cam,

Very good update even though it is so short. I like the idea of Tara's subconscious trying so hard to tell her that Will is a woman but she doesn't seem to be listening. Also like the whole asking Will to the dance but s/he asks Tara first.



One thing I like about this story is that Tara knows she likes women but here comes Will and she likes him. She's drawn to him and is open to that because of the way it feels. It's a very good parallel to the whole idea of it happening the other way: expecting to love a man but then you meet one woman and it's like, "Oh Wow! I could and do love her." It doesn't matter at that point whether it's a man or a woman. Of course after a while it becomes pretty clear that men or women are the bomb. Tee hee. But still, I like it. Well done.

"It is better to waste one's youth than to do nothing with it at all- Georges Courteline

"Censorship, like charity, should begin at home; but unlike charity, it should end there." - Chare Booth Luce

My latest story: Survivor - Ash Island

[The Rose24]

I am pleased to see an update on this. It seems as if W/T are finally going to get things going.

Tara: My heart doesn't stutter.


Tara: Willow, I got so lost.

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

[cperrins78]

So excited to see an update. Can't wait for more.





Christina

[WickedReds]

OMFG!! u've updated... and im drunk out of my mind!!!... anywho to the update!

Woo! Will asked her to the dance!!!!!

(ETA) okay i know im drunk if i miss that part of Tara's dream that she was handling breast.



-reds



Meine Banane tanzt für Rußflocke 

Smutbunny Anthem: *sung to tune from Goldfinger* Smutbunnies...they'er the bunnies, the bunnies that love the smut...and Willow's butt. They surf for smut fiction...always lookin' for the next naked sweaty fix...of Tara's tits.- Written By Cameron(tarawhipped) For Us Smut Bunnies

Edited by: WickedReds at: 3/27/05 8:03 am

[Tempest Duer]

I cannot BELIEVE that I missed the last update for this! I am so sorry! I'm a bad kitten. Very bad... *pouts* I'm sorry, really....



But anyway, I think that the pace of this is coming along nicely. It's becoming so readily apparent that they want each other... well, let's see them dance together first.

I got bitten by a drunk lesbian! Does that mean I'll turn into one?



~my friend Mary

[wimpy0729]

Hey Cam! Yippee for an update, and yes, I'm still dancing my little jig.



Ha! Tara knows! Tara knows! Something inside is just telling her, and ooh small, firm...oh yeah, she knows.



So now Will asked her to the dance. This should be good, with the holding close and the small, firm...yeah, she knows.



Wimpy

"There was plenty of magic." ~ Tara

[Artemis]

Yee-haw! (Darn it, there's no cowboy smiley.)



So Tara's subconscious looks like it's figured out there's something not quite masculine about Will... or maybe she's just subconsciously wishing that were the case. Certainly that seems to be how she's regarding her dream. Isn't she going to be surprised And I hope her dream won't be prophetic in other burning-down-of-saloon areas... but she and Willow were fine, which is encouraging.



(Course, the fact that Tara's hanging around listening to Willow tell the story to a bunch of youngsters would be a bit of a clue they'll be fine, but I get caught up in stories easily.)



Yay Willow for asking Tara to the dance! I was all worried that it'd be uncertainty and mistaken assumptions as far as the eye could see, but thankfully Willow's got the get-up-and-go to get up and ask. Now I wonder how Tara's going to react. She likes Will of course, but she thinks he's a he - will she dance close enough to feel a couple of bumps where guys don't have bumps? (I think if she's dancing close enough to feel a lack-of-bump where a guy would have a bump, they're probably going to be smooching anyway.)



Thanks for the update

Chris Cook

Through the Looking-glass

A Willow and Tara for every world.

Smut Bunnies!: Saving the world, sexily!

[hermitfish]

Hey Cam...yay! I've got a permanent invite...although any Dickenesque resemblance would've been lost if you heard me speaking with my s'uthern accent.



I've had dreams like that too...um, well not ones revealing the sexual identity of a crossdresser through festive groping, but ones that kinda hinted at something that was lingering in the back of my mind. Now, does she remember that dream or will her subconscious begin to usher her towards noticing other clues while she's awake...hmm.



And yay! The dance should be interesting...I wonder if any of the assembled baddies are gonna cause any problems?



Thanks for the update...I so love this.



~Cyd

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And I recall in spring

The perfume that the air would bring

to the indolent town ~Decemberists



Altered Shadows

[hidden watson]

Stay away for only 24 hours and look! an update, and tons and tons of feedback. Must envy you lots for your readership. And well deserved!



Like the others I love the way Tara's dream mind is trying to tell her something important about Will. And her and Will. It's as if said dream mind already knows.



I noticed Donnie's knowing smirk at the look between W and T, will he try to set his sister and his new friend up? What will he think when the truth finally comes out? I hope he's understanding, I like him here, he's a good man who wants nothing but good for his sister.



The dance, the dance. Onto the dance please!

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quiet thoughts

[Still Waters T]

CAM!! Another update and it's just 21 days since the last time.



The way I interpret Tara and her dream, is that Tara has noticed certain details about Willow on a subconscious level, but she might think that she just wishes for Will to be a woman. Or am I totally wrong here? Physicists, or at least some of them (and I'm no expert on this at all, that would be my smart little sister) think that our brains notice a LOT more than we realize, that we see more than we realize. So we notice these little things, but they don't register, so they're invisible to us...or something like it.



Oh and YAY they're going to the dance together!!



Liv

Two things are infinite: the universe and human stupidity...and I'm not sure about the universe. - Einstein

What lies behind us and what lies before us are small matters to what lies within us. - R.W.Emerson

[GayNow]

Cam~



Yay for an update! I hope that you will allow me my small fantasy that my bugging you manifested into an actual update. I have so few fantasies that actually come true...c'mon...be a pal.



I've enjoyed this story from the beginning. I printed the the first 11 chapters and read them in two sittings -- on the train *to* work and on the train *from* work. And then I impatiently waited for an update. But, the wait was worth it.



I love the way you maintain the familiar character traits for the majority of the folks in the story. The large exception, of course, being Donnie. It's nice to see fics with Donnie as a decent guy. Tara is worthy of that kind of goodness. But the other characters...well, they are maintained nicely. Which then makes me wonder about Faith and the role she is going to play in this tale. Is she a bad girl? Will she redeem herself for any wrong she may do or may have done? Will she even play a part in this story? Intriguing.



Anyway, keep it up, Cam. Know that I will continue to bug you...so be prepared. Patience isn't always one of my best qualities. Well, it is in the right context...but that's not a discussion for this board.



Looking forward to another wonderful update!!



Carleen

[ringwaldoeuvre]

Hey-



Since I've recently delurked, I wanted to tell you how much I dig your story and your writing style. You have a great way of describing a scene, and making it very tangible to the reader. I promise I am not trying to rip you off with the future Western chapter of "The Prisoner," I can't help it that you write a good cowboy story. Looking forward to the next chapter. Thanks!



~ringwaldoeuvre (Mary)

[Reallybigpineapple]

Howdy, Ma'am.

Mighty good update, there! Great timin' too, 'cause the girls were just fixing to explode a keg o' gunpower under the porch of Sheriff Mears house. Serve him right, that old scallywag, but they was distracted by this here update, which was probably for the best in all...

The gals were wonderin' if you were fixin' to invite them to the dance as well, if they swear on my old copy of Calamity Jane's memoirs to leave them guns and horses outside? I wouldn't let them have too much of that old whisky, though, Ma'am, since that sorta makes them wanna loosen them corsets an' petticoats in public, and that just aint proper... Well, they'd be be much obliged, that's for sure, anyways...

The critters was telling me that they was wanting some smootchies in this here story, if that wouldn't inconvenience you something awful, Ma'am.

Hope too see ya real soon, and do have a nice evenin' now, ya hear!

Tips hat and mozies on out to the left.

[thebardgirl]

OH that was good. *sighs, enjoys the yummy feeling of good fic*



Mmmm....





*breathes in again at the memory of "you" and "yes"*



mmmmmers....



*sighs again and looks dreamily at Cam*



mmmthankyeekindleyma'ammmm....





-elizabeth , the retired Sketch Rider of the West

"Oh, where are my manners, Tara, Willow, Willow, Tara."



-random line I know I search for in every fanfic out there.

Edited by: thebardgirl at: 3/28/05 8:59 pm

[terra21]

*swoons*



Good stuff. Now where's the smut? I'm just kidding, really where's the smut? Ok I'm sorry. Can we get to some W/T smoochies for crying out loud???

Continuous Train of Thought

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terra

[lilMissFortuneCookie]

This was definitely one of my favorite chapters! =D



Can't wait to find out what happens next!

[tarawhipped]

Title: The Legend of Green Eyed Red

Author: tarawhipped (Cameron)

Email: tarawhipped@hotmail.com

Rating: R (just to be safe)

Disclaimer: All characters are the property of Joss Whedon/Mutant Enemy

Feedback: Throws head back and screams YESSS!!!

Distribution: Take it, just tell me where to visit it!

Summary: A redheaded stranger rides into a town full of trouble and meets a blonde barmaid. Can they save each other and the town?

Setting: AU (the Old West)




Chapter 13



Willow rarely found herself wishing she had less of a bosom, but as she stood naked from the waist up, critiquing her reflection in the bureau mirror, her face contorted in dismay. The bagginess of her men’s wardrobe adequately concealed her modest chest on most occasions, but she could not take the chance when it came to dancing. ‘Especially close dancing,’ she thought hopefully, the chance alone enough to make some minor discomfort worth her while. Retrieving a thick roll of cotton bandaging from one of her bags, she wrapped it tightly around her torso, pinned it in place under her right arm and slipped on her best dress shirt, buttoning it up to the collar and pulling her suspenders into place with a snap. After several moments of scrutinizing her options, she decided on her dove gray bow tie and waistcoat. A quick brushing of her thigh length black suit jacket and square-crowned bowler and her ensemble was complete. Following one final appraisal of her reflection, she locked her room and hurried across the street to Maclay’s.


Donnie greeted Will with a nod, then jerked his head in the direction of the saloon’s second floor.


“She ain’t ready yet,” he drawled, rolling his eyes. “Had all day, too. I swear I don’t know why it takes women so damn long to make themselves presentable.”


“Best not to wonder,” Willow remarked with a nervous chuckle, thinking of her own panic a mere half-hour before upon getting out of the bath and having no idea what to wear.


“I mean, look at me,” Donnie continued. “Only took me ten minutes to get ready.”


Willow kept her mouth clamped firmly shut as she took in the rumpled suit, bent collar, stained tie, and unkempt hair, but she couldn’t prevent her mind from thinking ‘that took ten whole minutes?’ She was thankfully saved from having to comment on Donnie’s appearance by the squeak of the saloon doors announcing Tara’s arrival.


The air rushed from Willow lungs and she took a step back. Tara’s hair was pulled back loosely, and when she turned to hand her brother a covered basket, Willow could see several braids woven together into a bun and pinned snugly at the base of her neck. The image came to her unbidden of releasing the braids, slowly twining her fingers through each until the silky blonde locks flowed freely over Tara’s shoulders, currently obscured by the shawl clutched tightly together in one of the blonde’s gloved hands. Tara was resplendent in slate blue silk, the draping skirt fabric billowing out from the cinched waist and sweeping down to the floor, reminding the redhead of the ocean waves she’d loved as a child. When the blonde’s eyes darted nervously toward her, Willow realized she had been caught staring, and hastily squeaked out “shall we go?”


“Yep, now that ever’body’s ready…get on up here, Clem.” Donnie cheerfully greeted the old-timer from the driver’s perch and indicated the space next to him, while Willow and Tara looked askance at the crowded buckboard bed. “Hope y’all don’t mind the back…there’s some grain sacks should be right comfortable for sittin’.”


Willow helped Tara onto the wagon and climbed up behind her, trying to recall if the cart had been this full of clutter earlier. The sacks Donnie had referred to would make an adequate seat, but to Willow’s eyes the space appeared far too small for two people.


“Donnie, why on Earth didn’t you clean this out?” Tara asked in an exasperated tone.


“I forgot,” he shrugged noncommittally, but as his sister turned to sit, he covertly winked at the redhead.


Willow blushed and looked at Tara, who smiled warily, gathering her full skirt together as much as possible and nodding to the space next to her. Before Willow could sit down, Donnie snapped the reins and the cart lurched forward, nearly depositing the startled redhead in Tara’s lap.


“Sorry,” she muttered, gingerly lowering herself to the seat and smiling apologetically. “Is this okay? I can sit on that crate if I’m crowding you.”


“It’s fine,” Tara replied shyly, bobbing her head in reassurance. The close space caused Willow’s left arm to brush against Tara’s right with every sway of the wagon, but neither made any move to lean away.


Donnie and Clem chatted merrily as the wagon made its slow progress toward the Summers’ home, the horse following the track sure-footedly despite the waning daylight. Leaning back against the side rail, head tilted to peer into the sky, Tara let out a relaxed sigh. Willow eyed her curiously, but before she could ask what the blonde was thinking, Tara shifted her gaze to the redhead and spoke.


“Clear night,” she observed. “On the ride back we should see stars.”


“I heard you liked to look at the stars,” Willow commented with a sly smile.


“I do,” Tara confirmed enthusiastically. “When we were little, our Dad taught us all the constellations.” Tara’s soft voice was warm as she spoke of her father. Only her eyes betrayed the sadness that accompanied the memory. “I liked the stories, but they always made the heavens seem…I don’t know…farther away? Almost as though they belonged to another time. When we got older, Donnie and I would make up our own stories, our own constellations. Somehow it made me feel more…a part of the world. I suppose that sounds silly,” she frowned, lowering her head.


“No! It isn’t silly at all. It’s wonderful,” Willow whispered genuinely, grinning from ear to ear when Tara raised sparkling eyes to meet her own. “Maybe…if you like…you could teach me?”


“Maybe,” Tara answered coyly, shooting a quick look at her brother, who was still engrossed in conversation with Clem. “But I’ll only tell you mine. Donnie’s are a bit…colorful. I wouldn’t want to scandalize you.”


Willow widened her eyes and dropped her jaw in mock astonishment, earning a giggle from the blonde.


“So what else did you hear about me?” Tara suddenly asked, her brow creasing noticeably. “To w-whom have you been talking?”


Willow detected the trepidation in the blonde’s voice, and casually shrugged. “Just Donnie. He also said you wanted to be a teacher, but that Dusty Hollow’s already got one.”


“Yes, there aren’t enough children here to warrant two, and Jenny Giles is really much more qualified than I am.”


“You know, not too far west of here there’s lots o’ towns lookin’ for teachers. All you gotta do is show up and say ‘here I am!’ and they hire you like that!” Willow snapped her fingers, hoping to set her and Donnie’s plan in motion. “You wouldn’t have to go too far, neither, so you could still visit here whenever you wanted.”


“I appreciate your encouragement Will, and maybe someday—”


“Why wait?” the redhead pressed. “You could ride along with me and I could drop you off anywhere you please.”


Tara shifted uncomfortably in her seat, her gaze again darting to her brother’s back. Willow realized she was in danger of overplaying her hand, and quickly changed the subject to the dance. With obvious relief Tara explained that Anya had insisted on being thrown an engagement party to make it clear to all that Xander was off the market.


“Though I do wish she’d decided on something less…formal,” Tara admitted, blushing as she looked down at herself and modestly drawing her shawl tighter around her shoulders.


“You look beautiful,” Willow whispered. “You should always wear blue…brings out your eyes.”


“Oh, um, thank you. You look beautiful too,” Tara replied earnestly. “I mean handsome...of course.”


The rest of the short ride was passed in bashful silence and stolen glances. The sounds of cheerful voices announced their arrival minutes before Donnie pulled the wagon to a stop and called out “here we are!”


Willow scampered off the back of the cart and turned to assist Tara, gingerly gripping the blonde’s waist. As the blonde leaned forward to place her hands on the redhead’s shoulders, her shawl parted, and after the briefest of wide-eyed stares at the plunging V neckline inches from her face, Willow hastily averted her gaze.


“I’ve got you,” Willow murmured, and with a short hop Tara was standing beside her, neither girl releasing her hold on the other for a long moment. Willow shyly offered her arm to the blonde, who slipped her own through, letting her gloved fingers rest lightly on the outside of Willow’s wrist as they followed Donnie and Clem toward the barn.


The barn floor measured fifty by one hundred feet, while the roof soared to thirty at its apex. The stage and dance floor took up half the length of the space, while four large picnic tables and a number of sideboards overflowing with food occupied the area closest to the wide double doors. Clem and Donnie wandered over to the food tables to peruse the feast and deposit the basket of goods Tara had prepared. The blonde remained at the entrance, her arm still linked with Willow’s, her eyes and mouth open in wonder.


Four large arches constructed of woven willow reeds and decorated with primrose blossoms separated the dining area from the dance floor. Beyond the arches, evergreen garlands dotted with prairie aster and white yarrow looped along each wall and twisted around the rafters. While the front of the barn was gaily lit, carefully placed hooded oil lamps swung from several joists in the dance area, casting soft shadows and illuminating the glass strung between the beams.


“Good idea with the glass, Will,” Donnie remarked as he returned from dropping off the food. “Gotta say it looks right purty.”


The group of newcomers was greeted warmly, the blonde’s arm never leaving Willow’s. Mrs. Summers’ announcement that dinner was ready prompted a mad dash for the food tables, and in the momentary chaos, Tara led them unseen through the arches to the dance floor. Willow watched with delight as Tara continued to crane her head back, freeing her arm to spin around under the twinkling glass high above their heads.


“You did this?” she whispered reverently.


“Donnie said you like stars,” Willow admitted, looking down at her feet and blushing.


“You did this…for me?” Tara squeaked, her eyes snapping down to meet Willow’s.


“Well…yeah. I just thought…Donnie said…and Dawnie broke…and…you like?” she asked hopefully.


“I love,” Tara replied in a hushed voice, stepping closer to the redhead. “I don’t believe I’ve ever seen anything so beautiful.”


Willow again offered her arm, pausing before steering them back to the party and looking deeply into Tara’s heavily lidded eyes.


“I have.”




TBC

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What should I be but just what I am? - Edna St.Vincent Millay

Edited by: tarawhipped at: 4/3/05 7:07 am

[ShyTemptress]

Hurry up Cammie!!.... -looks to find update-

Okay , sorry...



-runs off to read-



-bounces back-

Okay thats so mean... Are you gonna ever let anyone know that Will's female? -pouts cutely for you- please? Its just so horrible of you to do that!! I was so hoping that Will would have picked Tara up in a dress, but you wouldn't have given us that... would you have? Nope. I think not. Your a meanie head.



Kristen

Edited by: ShyTemptress at: 4/2/05 5:23 pm

[tarawhipped]

Howdy Kittens! Chapter 13 will be up momentarily, but first...here's feedback replies! Enjoy responsibly!


meretricious: Hi Mary. Ever since I read your feedback I've had the Little House on the Prairie theme in my head, but then I realized it was actually The Waltons theme. Huh. I intended the dream to be less Tara's subconscious figuring things out, and more just wishful thinking, but either way she's going to start scrutinizing Will a little closer. Thanks!


Kendahl1897: Thank you, I'm glad you're enjoying it.


JustSkipIt: You're right that Tara is dismissing her dream as wishful thinking, but that's what I intended. Right now she's still so overwhelmed by the thought of being attracted to a *gasp!* boy, that she can't see it any other way. I like your summation of the gender dynamics of the story...I like to think that it shouldn't matter when it comes to love, but won't Tara be pleasantly surprised when she finds out she gets the err...whole package, so to speak. Glad you liked it, Debra...shortness notwithstanding (and hey! I'm short! short things are good!)


The Rose24:

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It seems as if W/T are finally going to get things going

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It does, doesn't it? Gee, I hope nothing or no one bad gets in the way of that happening. But hey, what are the odds? Thanks for reading!


cperrins78: Thank you, Christina. More you shall have!


Tempest Duer: TD, there's no such thing as a bad kitten...unless that was you yowling outside my bedroom the last few nights while I was trying to sleep. Thank you r.e. the pacing, and there will definitely be major sparkage soon.


wimpy0729: You seem awfully certain that Tara knows. Hate to break it to you, but Willow hasn't gotten away with cross-dressing this long without having a few tricks up her sleeve. No revelations yet, but I promise I will make it worth the wait when it happens, ok? Thanks Pam!


WickedReds: Thanks Reds! You missed breast grabbage, G? Damn girl, you really were out of it. I guess you probably didn't catch the part where they had hot steamy sex on the bar, either...............HA!!! Made you look!


Artemis:I did intend the dream to be more wishful thinking than anything, Chris, but Tara's already noticed how feminine a boy Will is, so she may start looking a little more closely. I was LMAO r.e. your discussion of various "bumps", but I don't think the clothing of the day allowed for the kind of bumping and grinding necessary to notice the lack of certain ones. And now you've made me blush. Thanks, Chris!


hermitfish: Cyd! Welcome back and thank you. You know, there's something about the phrase "festive groping" that just makes me smile.

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does [Tara] remember that dream or will her subconscious begin to usher her towards noticing other clues while she's awake?

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Ummm...yes.

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I wonder if any of the assembled baddies are gonna cause any problems?

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Ummm...yes.


hidden watson: Unfortunately, Tara is still trying to deal with her feelings for a boy, which will prevent her from seeing the truth for a while (well, that and the fact that all heck's gonna break loose before long ). I think Donnie would love to see his sister settled down and happy, and realizes that both she and Will like each other. After the truth comes out? I haven't written or even planned that far. Remember? Unlike some very disciplined writers, I cannot write out a whole story before posting. Thanks watson!


Still Waters T: Liv...dude...stop making me think so hard! I intended the dream to be wishful thinking, and that's certainly all Tara's considering it. Whether or not she subconsciously knows is something I'll let the rest of you speculate on. My brain hurts. Thanks for the feedback, and look! Another update in only a week!


GayNow:By all means, Carleen, fantasize away. The encouragement does help, honestly. Thanks for your comments r.e. the characters. I don't like changing them too much, even if it is an Uber fic, because the majority of them have to at least be recognizable. The cool thing is that over the course of the show, many characters went through serious changes , allowing me to pick and choose which version I use (i.e. earnest, Cowboy guy Riley instead of bitter, "I feel useless" Riley). Since you asked, Faith will be playing a part, but I will say no more for now.


ringwaldoeuvre: Very cool to see you delurking! Thank you so much for your comments, and no worries about anything you have planned for The Prisoner (which I love, btw). Since you mentioned it, I can't get the image of Yul Brynner in "Westworld" out of my head...I'm sure whatever you write will be similarly creepy (in a good way!).


Reallybigpineapple: I can't tell you how much I enjoy some good old fashioned western feedback, and yours tickled me something fierce. Any and all are welcome at this here dance, so long as no one tries to two-step with or ...they're spoken fer! Enjoy yerselves now, ya' hear?


thebardgirl: heehee...glad you liked it Liz. Hopefully more dreamy-yummy-sigh moments in this next one. But what's this about you hangin' up yer spurs---err---pencils?, chalks?


terra21: terra... Uhhh...sorry dude...no smut...not even smoochies (yet). But more flirting and dancing and long, dreamy gazes into each other's eyes? Still love me?



lilMissFortuneCookie: Thanks, I'm glad you liked it.

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Can't wait to find out what happens next!

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Well, now you don't have to! Update next!

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What should I be but just what I am? - Edna St.Vincent Millay

[WickedReds]

I was drunk Cam... and thats not funny with the wild sex on the bar! ... okay so it is...

Soo thats what Will did with the broken glass.. Cool..

So when is Tara gonna find out that Will is actually a Willow.. We know Willow is telling the story and hello her and Tara r together... and the young girls questioned it and blah blah blah... okay im done... great update..



-reds



Meine Banane tanzt für Rußflocke

Smutbunny Anthem: *sung to tune from Goldfinger* Smutbunnies...they'er the bunnies, the bunnies that love the smut...and Willow's butt. They surf for smut fiction...always lookin' for the next naked sweaty fix...of Tara's tits.- Written By Cameron(tarawhipped) For Us Smut Bunnies

[meretricious]

much cuteness here cam. really liked how donnie uses clutter to push will and tara closer together. he should have business cards "donald macclay, slovenly matchmaker". i surmised willow would have the glass doing something sparkly, nice that tara was so taken with it. (although it strikes me there are a lot of characters running around dusty hollow that are probably easily distracted by shiney objects). poor willow, feeling all bindy, here's hoping she gets some slow dancing to make it worth it!~mary

take me somewhere we can be alone
make me somewhere i can call a home~zero 7

[Kendahl897]

As long as the train's moving forward, I'm happy for the slow ride..Another great update..Can't wait for the dance and the ride back.

[cperrins78]

I was sad to see the end of the update. I want more. I love this story it's the best.

[The Rose24]

It looks like Willow and Tara are on the verge of smoochies. I can't wait.



Are we going to get any answers on why Willow dresses like a man? I sure would like to know.

Tara: My heart doesn't stutter.


Tara: Willow, I got so lost.

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

[terra21]

I love cavalier Willow and conniving Donnie. Your details always paint such a great picture in my mind. I could feel Willow swoon at the sight of Tara coming out of the saloon. And the decorated barn looks wonderful, just marvelous. Super update! Smoochies! Smoochies! Smoochies!

Continuous Train of Thought

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terra

[wimpy0729]

Hey Cam, you know what...you can say Tara doesn't know, but deep in my heart I know she knows, cause I just know, ya know.



Now this was just very much with the "aww factor". Willow's reaction to seeing her, I can totally understand, and who wouldn't stare, especially at the slope of the V in the neck, and okay, I have way too vivid of an imagination. But that's what your writing does to me. Donnie putting them close was a stroke of genius. And then the lights just for Tara...wow, what a way to woo a girl. I gotta remember that one.



Great job, of course. Now please bring on the dancing close part soon. Oh, and of course, I could ask for smut because it's just my smut bunny nature, but I won't...nope. I trust you to let their journey take it's course, and I just keep hoping and waiting (impatiently).



Wimpy

"There was plenty of magic." ~ Tara

[Artemis]

Donnie's such a doofus... rumpled suit and all... but he got Tara and 'Will' sitting close together, so yay Donnie



Interesting slip of the tongue there from Tara, calling Will 'beautiful' - not something you'd instinctively say to a man, as such. Methinks she's definitely picking up subconscious signs. Hopefully they'll be made conscious soon, and they can get on with more slips of tongues



(Heh, mind in gutter... I've been writing smut too much.)



Willow's starlight set-up was really sweet. And ingenious - inventing fairy lights before electric lights even exist, not bad at all.



Now, I'm just worrying when the Pesky Posse will turn up, and what they'll do

Chris Cook

Through the Looking-glass

A Willow and Tara for every world.

Smut Bunnies!: Saving the world, sexily!