First Fic: Conditions of Love

[Arwen276]

No!

you most certainly did NOT kill IT,



you killed ME.







More!!





~Arwen

Hear That Baby? You're My Always... Willow

[Taras Shadow]

You most definitely did not kill it.







This fic is heart warming meets sexy - I love it! Keep up the wonderful work.



~Holly~

Baby, baby, baby when all you're love is gone, who will save me from all I'm up against out in this world

- Bright Lights - Matchbox Twenty

"Show me where to touch you." - Tara, It Ain't Fickle (Luciddream)

[willowhanded]

I'm so glad I didn't ruin my first witchy love scene cause it would suck if I did cause I wouldn't wanna let all you guys down because that'd suck cause yanno .. here you guys are all nice to me while I write my first fic and encouraging and rising my confidence and here's me writing a sucky update and letting all you guys down and I never wanna let you guys down because that'd be rude as I said it would before cause I'd be taking and not giving and you guys wouldn't be recieving cause HELLO here I am being all no manners girl taking and yanno .. not giving as specified above and that's really not what I'm about so if it was bad please don't judge me on that.. -breathes.-



Thanks for all the wonderful feedback on my first witchy love scene.





Hoping to have more of that tomorrow.. replies too!





The chat has given me ideas of tongue ringed Willow and leather clad Tara ... and I think I like them.





Updates and replies tomorrow if I can.



-Kristi

[ShyTemptress]

Hodwy

I can't wait till your update. I got school tomorrow. They make me go. That update was really good.

-Shy Southern Temptress

[Spikeizmine87]

Lookin foward to the update tomorrow! I have school to so hopefully my sexuall needs will be quenched when i get home yes?? Ha...laters...

-Rose

Please dont let my name fool you, I really am a lesbian! willowntara247@yahoo.com (my email addy!)

[shuyaku]

Quote:

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hopefully my sexuall needs will be quenched when i get home

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Rose - you bad kitten! I almost choked on my soda when I read that



I just realized I delurked in this thread to comment to Rose... Bad me I should be commenting on your fic - which I love And you definitely did not kill the love scene.



Great stuff!

-shuyaku

Oh God, Willow—you’re giving me the gift of Karen Carpenter. Just when I think I grasp the full extent of your love." - Tara

"Why do birds suddenly appear? It’s because, you are queer…" - Willow (Gods Served and Abandoned by AntigoneUnbound)

[willowhanded]

Hey guys! Sorry about the hold up! My computer was giving me hell . But now, my muse is on a trip back from there, so feedback shall be answered later .. as I have 52 prewritten pages which need to be typed, and fed to you guys. Two or three chapters will be up today.



TITLE: Conditions of Love



AUTHOR: Me! Uh .. Kristi! ( Willowhanded )





PAIRINGS: Willow/Tara of course .. and there might be a certain, ahem, dark haired Slayer finding her photo negative to be her other half. Aw, c’mon .. I’ve always had a soft spot for Slayer lovin’ .. So Buffy/Faith, and Xander/Anya





DISCLAIMERS: The characters mentioned within the story all belong to Joss Whedon, Mutant Enemy, UPN, WB, and the cute little `Grr! Arg!`` Guy. And I’d be heavily medicated if I wrote anything relative to the temporary insanity of 6-7th seasons. I’d be like ``bring on the Prozac!``





FEEDBACK: Please? This is my first fic, and I’m looking to pursue a career in writing, so if you have bad words, I’ll take them, just be constructive.





SPOILERS: Um .. well .. all the seasons I guess.





E-MAIL: lesbodar@aol.com





SUMMARY: This .. is the makeover of 7th season, k thnx plz drive thru, we r all buked. Pay @ da windo ========è



NOTE: As I watched 7th season, I kept wondering, ``what would Tara have done?`` So I’ve decided to write something centered around that. Oh .. and Buffy was shot in seeing red .. Tara didn’t come to see Willow the night before. And Xander never left Anya at the altar.



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5; Heartstrings





``Wil,`` Tara finally breathed as the weight of the 's head on her shoulder finally brought her back to a state of mental awareness.





Without awaiting an answer from her currently incapable lover, Tara continued, ``you haven't lost your touch.``





The response resulted in a near breathless laughter which only increased as they crashed back to the bed, due to a lapse in concentration.





After their laughter had deteriorated, Willow placed her cheek upon the girl's collar bone with a grin worthy of the cheshire cat himself lighting up her features.







``I've missed that,`` she admitted, clutching at the bedspread with slender digits.







``What?`` Tara questioned, raising an eyebrow at the pixie. ``The sex?``







``No!`` Willow giggled, slapping her hand down lightly on the bed before reconsidering her words. She looked up through her lashes at Tara and continued, ``well, yes. But the laughing. The happy.``







Tara thread her fingers softly through silken red strands, bending to press a kiss to her lover's forehead. ``Me too..`` she announced to Willow, and then lower, more to herself, ``me too.``







``Tara,`` the redhead begun, her brow furrowing in concentration as she sorted through the tangles of her rather expansive mind. Hoisting herself up on her elbow, she bit her lip for a few moments before she began, nibbling lightly.







``I'm really sorry .. I mean .. truly, truly sorry for what I did to you when I was all with the black magic mojo like a female Austin Powers .. except he was a swinger .. and I don't swing unless I'm with you .. or on the playground when I was younger, or with Dawn,`` Willow mused, pausing. However, once Tara rose her eyebrow once more, an amused little smile whispering over completely kissable lips, the redhead was off like a stone from a slingshot.







``BUT THAT WAS THE INNOCENT KIND ... LIKE PARK SWINGS .. not the way WE swing because Dawn is like a daughter to me, but it's kinda funny cause she should be more of a sister, since Buffy was my first female friend of the non gay variety, and she's like .. my sister .. so Dawn should be too, but we had some freaky Jerry Springer crap going down with the, `My Friends Brought Me Back To Life Because My Best Friend Was Selfishly Addicted To Magic, Hurt My Younger Sister, And Severed Her Own Happiness By Abusing The Feelings Of The Love Of Her Life By Being A Cold Bitch .. which is a bad word, And Messing With Her Memories To Make Her Forget A Fight So She Could Keep Doing Magic,` and then..``







Tara cut off the babble stream by layingan elegant digit over the strawberry tiers of her girlfriend. ``Willow, baby.. breathe,`` Tara instructed in a soothing voice, dropping her hand.







After she had complied, Tara continued, ``I accept your apology, Willow,`` she smiled softly,`` but you can't ever do that to me again. I also made a mistake, and I'm going to fix it. I'm going to teach you how to use, when to use, and how to respect magic.``







Willow could only nod, wholly aroused by the firm tone of her lover.







Noticing the glint within the liquid emerald she loved so much, she couldn't help but slowly allow a grin to paint it's way out across nude tiers.







``Vixen ,`` Tara accused before flipping Willow over and tickling her mercilessly, shrieks of pained laughter drowning out the ringing of the phone.



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Buffy answered the phone with a deep exhale, signifying that she had been running.







She and Dawn had been in the basement watching T.V, REALLY LOUD.







``Hello?`` The Slayer asked.







Dead air.









``Hello?`` Buffy questioned again, becoming slightly annoyed.









``Fine,`` she told the person on the other line, moving to hang it up as a weak voice thick with worry was caught by her Slayer hearing.









``Buffy?``









``F .. Faith?``



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``Warren's escaped Council custody,`` Faith replied, short, sweet, and to the point. Faith took a deep drag on her cigarette, glancing around the Sunnydale Bus Station.













Buffy's voice was small and weak as she replied, ``what? When? How? Where is he? Where are you?``







``Woah, B .. one question at a time,`` Faith nearly laughed, giddy with relief that the other Slayer actually was alive again. In prison, she'd gotten news of the Slayer's death, and it had tore her up inside.







``Warren's escaped. Yesterday night. It seems he's gotten a taste of the black mojo when some demon mage dude decided he was gonna super power the little energizer bunny. Travers thinks he's after you, and I .. I'm at Sunnydale Bus Station.``







Buffy's grip tightened considerably upon the phone, slender digits only relenting in their death hold when the plastic cried out in pain, leaving it slightly cracked.







Swallowing thickly, Buffy's hand came to rest upon the wall. ``Stay there. i'll be there in 20 minutes,`` she nearly hung up without a goodbye, but something stopped her.







``Thanks, Faith.``







Over at the Sunnydale Bus Station, Faith held the payphone in her hand as it clicked, and bit down upon her lip to quell her emotions, ``and uh, I'm in love with you,`` she admitted to nobody at all.



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Working on the next chapter now. It will be up shortly.



-Kristi.

Edited by: maudmac  at: 6/10/04 6:25 pm

[Modjadji]

Loving this fic! and -- my favourite combo.



This fic and your intro got me thinking about, wait for it...world peace. After much soul-searching, I came to the conclusion that every man, woman and child on this earth should be issued with a bracelet, distributed by none other than our noble kittens. This bracelet would simply read WWTD (What Would Tara Do?). E voila, a new, foolproof maxim for humanity! Although I think the scheme might make life a little difficult for all the babbling redheaded computer-whizzes out there



In all seriousness, though, I love where you're taking this fic. Tara's absence in Season 7 was both painful and obvious. Thank you for putting her back where she's needed!



It takes a lot of guts to pursue a career in writing, and I hope Pens is just the beginning for you.



cheers,

mo.

No matter how short life may seem, it's still the longest thing you'll ever do.

[willowhanded]

TITLE: Conditions of Love



AUTHOR: Me! Uh .. Kristi! ( Willowhanded )





PAIRINGS: Willow/Tara of course .. and there might be a certain, ahem, dark haired Slayer finding her photo negative to be her other half. Aw, c’mon .. I’ve always had a soft spot for Slayer lovin’ .. So Buffy/Faith, and Xander/Anya





DISCLAIMERS: The characters mentioned within the story all belong to Joss Whedon, Mutant Enemy, UPN, WB, and the cute little `Grr! Arg!`` Guy. And I’d be heavily medicated if I wrote anything relative to the temporary insanity of 6-7th seasons. I’d be like ``bring on the Prozac!``





FEEDBACK: Please? This is my first fic, and I’m looking to pursue a career in writing, so if you have bad words, I’ll take them, just be constructive.





SPOILERS: Um .. well .. all the seasons I guess.





E-MAIL: lesbodar@aol.com





SUMMARY: This .. is the makeover of 7th season, k thnx plz drive thru, we r all buked. Pay @ da windo ========è



NOTE: As I watched 7th season, I kept wondering, ``what would Tara have done?`` So I’ve decided to write something centered around that. Oh .. and Buffy was shot in seeing red .. Tara didn’t come to see Willow the night before. And Xander never left Anya at the altar.



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6 ; Sole Dividers





Buffy went alone.





She wore a white shirt, the sole divider of matching denim pants and jacket.





It was unusually cold, and she walked with the slender column of her neck turned downwards, hands resting somehow loosely in the tight pockets of her jeans, on her guard.. even though it was daylight.







There was a myraid of odd feelings flooding through her, something about what had verified the presence of the other Slayer. Something she had neglected the previous night, dismissed as a blip on the radar screen of Slayerdom .. but it was true. Faith was back.







Relief, sorrow, anger. It all rushed through her and replaced the reminder of numbness that had lingered since her ressurection.







It hit her hard.





Slammed against her with deep cuts as emotions swelled out of her like blood from a picked scab. The removal of a cover over what lacked, raw, fresh, new.







All of the thoughts she had shoved to the back of her mind, all the feelings she had simply neglected, surfacing.. flying up at her from the nave of her empty stomach and forcing bile up through her lips.







Buffy knelt down at the side of the dusty road and choked upon her body's natural fluids as it betrayed her, losing the fight that had been launched to keep it down.







She was cold. Cold inside.





Falling to her knees, Buffy gripped at the ground as she proceeded to fall forwards, now on all fours.







It was now she fought, using her physical strenght against her emotional strenght, managing to push upwards and fall back. Landing in a sitting position, her hands slid up her face and into her hair.







Pearly white enamel lapsed down over a lower tier as a tear managed to escape captors of hazel, and a primal, animalistic cry fled from deep in the recesses of her soul as she opened, finally giving in to her pain, the only demon she had failed to kill.





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Faith mused, < the feet of the rats pitter pattering upon the wood, the rattle of stones that jumped from the vibration of metal monsters, a penny hitting the floor, a piece of paper shuffled by the breeze, faint screaming .. >







``Woah! Back that train up Sparky!`` Faith demanded of her own mind, honing in on that sound.







It immediately caused Faith grief, affecting her so strongly that it actually scared her. The sound was a weak memory of Faith's, unknown yet so familiar.







``Buffy,`` the memory hit her like waves upon rocks, realization and remorse laced within her previous behavior.







FLASHBACK



Her reason: Revenge towards the man who had taken HER girl.







``Mine,`` a growl.







The arrow through the air, a gasp of pain, the smell of blood, a thud.







Then the scream. The pain wracked scream of his name.







Pain.. and a sadistic smile.







END OF FLASHBACK







Faith was running, her feet following her ears after the place that generated that scream, ignoring the echos that dwelled within her memories.





Her feet hit the ground with loud thuds, running against her panic, and fleeing the world that tilted sideways in her head.





FLASHBACKS







That damn vamp nearly killing Buffy while she watched and decided what to do.







Buffy's choked scream.





``Kiss.``







``Give us a kiss.``







``You did it. You killed me blondie.``









``B.``









Tracing a heart on the window and then panicking, dragging a stake through the center to mask her affection.







``Buffy!``









Buffy smiling.









``I'm not scared of you!``









Joyce.









``Murderer!``









``Want, take, have.``









``Hey, B.``











``Hungry and horny.``











``Love.``









``Lust.``









``Roll in the sack.``











``Like my job.``









``5 by 5.``









``I love you.``









``Faith!``







``Time to motorvate!``







``B.``







``F!``







``Really .. we're just good friends.``







``I'm in love with you.``







END OF FLASHBACKS.







The dark Slayer slowed as she caught sight of the blonde, her lungs absolutely screaming from running so far while holding her breath.







Still, it was nothing in comparison to the pain that cut a jagged line through her heart, scattering all the blood it pumped into the wrong places while all she could possibly think of was offering her breath and giving up her pulse to the small blonde who lay in pieces upon the side of a dirt road which led to Sunnydale Transportation. The place they simply called the bus station.







< There are trains there, too. > Faith thought unimportantly as she rushed forward, sliding upon the slight decline of the hill and scattering clouds of dirt. They lay heavy upon her lungs, choking her and stinging her eyes.







``B..Buffy?`` Faith asked lowly, her shaking voice making that pesky stutter she'd never admit she had, come back full force. She winced at her tone, which was soft and scared like a little girl who had just awoken to find her home empty.







Hazel eyes fluttered open to meet with dark green, coming closer as Faith knelt down. The dark Slayer reached out a hand to wipe dirt from the blonde's cheek, softly brushing in trails of regret as they forced Buffy's tears to mingle with the dust.







The touch seemed to electrocute the blonde, like she had just been fully charged. All the pain of betrayal and being left simulated a Titanic like effect on Buffy.





Her anger became that ship, causing her to leap up and lash out at Faith, a clenched fist connecting painfully to the girl's jaw as a thunderous crash of ice to steel rang out in her head.



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Faith was standing now, and Buffy was raining blows down on the brunette's torso and chest, her motions slowing as her `indestructable,` hull caved beneath her into the frosty embrace of an ocean of tears. Her fists unclenched as she collapsed with a rag doll like symbolance into the open arms of the brunette.







Sobs wracked the frame of the light haired Slayer, pouring out buckets of sheer, undiluted emotion.







Faith held strong, keeping the blonde from drowning within herself and becoming lost to the world. She stood like a solid statue, conveying all the love and comfort she held into the blonde, scouring every fiber of her being to give just a little bit more.







``You left me,`` the blonde managed to gasp, ``you left me all alone here .. and I'm so scared, Faith. I'm so scared,`` Buffy's statement brought a sting to her eyes, her soul aching for the release that finally came in the form of silent tears.





``I'll never leave you again,`` Faith replied solemly, damning all she had done. There was truth etched into every letter, and Buffy heard it.







``I love you Faith, too much. So much more than I'm supposed to and --`` she was effectively silenced by a deep kiss, their mouths becoming the sole dividers of their souls.



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Wooo. W x Tness next chapter. Whee.



<333333 One more chapter to type.



-<3 Kristi.

Edited by: maudmac  at: 6/10/04 6:27 pm

[littlecrazy80]

Great update!



*lil´c*

"Okay, we’re here, we’re queer, let’s kick this shit into gear," Five by Five (Taras Shadow)



SweetAmber

[willowhanded]

TITLE: Conditions of Love



AUTHOR: Me! Uh .. Kristi! ( Willowhanded )





PAIRINGS: Willow/Tara of course .. and there might be a certain, ahem, dark haired Slayer finding her photo negative to be her other half. Aw, c’mon .. I’ve always had a soft spot for Slayer lovin’ .. So Buffy/Faith, and Xander/Anya





DISCLAIMERS: The characters mentioned within the story all belong to Joss Whedon, Mutant Enemy, UPN, WB, and the cute little `Grr! Arg!`` Guy. And I’d be heavily medicated if I wrote anything relative to the temporary insanity of 6-7th seasons. I’d be like ``bring on the Prozac!``





FEEDBACK: Please? This is my first fic, and I’m looking to pursue a career in writing, so if you have bad words, I’ll take them, just be constructive.





SPOILERS: Um .. well .. all the seasons I guess.





E-MAIL: lesbodar@aol.com





SUMMARY: This .. is the makeover of 7th season, k thnx plz drive thru, we r all buked. Pay @ da windo ========è



NOTE: As I watched 7th season, I kept wondering, ``what would Tara have done?`` So I’ve decided to write something centered around that. Oh .. and Buffy was shot in seeing red .. Tara didn’t come to see Willow the night before. And Xander never left Anya at the altar.



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( Meanwhile .. back at the house of all things WITCHY LOVIN.' )



7 ; Duets





Willow awoke alone, finding naught but herself within the bed. The very fact gripped at her heartstrings, tugging firmly at them and causing them all to curl into a panic.





Red tresses fell over the gaze of unfocused emerald as she fell from the bed in her rush to leave it.





``Oh, goddess.. I dreamt it.``







This had been the first time she'd slept since getting back with Tara .. so what if she had simply dreamt up the entire ordeal to ease the pain of losing Buffy?







The blankets tangled around her feet as she attempted to flee the room, to verify her suspicion. A loud thud signified her crash to the floor after she had ran for the door, louder than when she'd fallen from the bed.





It echoed within her ears,and tormented the redhead, mocked her as she freed herself, as she pulled on her kitten nightgown.





Her pulse drummed unevenly in it's points, creating a red hot percussion as her heart pounded, louder than her feet against the wood as she crashed down the stairs, drowning within the blood pumping endlessly through her ears.







Stumbling down over the last few steps, Willow slid across the floor into the kitchen. She had been wrong.







A shaky exhale escaped her lungs as liquid emeralds shimmered down upon the back of her newly regained lover.







Tara was positioned in front of the sink, consumed with washing the dishes and singing a Tori Amos song that they were both particularly fond of.





``All the world just stopped now, so you say you don't wanna stay together anymore .. let me take a deep breath babe, and if you need me, me and Neil'll be, hanging out with the Dream King .. Neil says `hi,` by the way ..``





By this time Willow had managed to compose herself, and she slid up behind them blonde and wrapping her arms around her waist. Fingers laced together to form an easily broken chain of flesh and warmth about her lover's middle.







She nuzzled into the blonde's neck, reveling in the scent of jasmine and vanilla, ``mm .. hello Neil.``





Nude tiers parted to flash the dishwater a most brilliant smile as the blonde leant back into Willow's embrace. ``Hello, Willow.``







``Hi, Tara,`` Willow replied with a small giggle, her tongue poking through her teeth slightly and tickling the blonde's neck.





A small gasp fled Tara's lips as her head tilted upwards to reveal more of the elegant column composed of sensitive skin.





Starwberry lips parted as Willow bit down gently, pulling soft skin up and releasing it. Even though Willow was almost sure her affection had held no pain, she placed an open mouthed kiss on the same area, dragging her tongue in a slow circle as if erasing any discomfort she may have caused.





``Wil,`` Tara gasped, her eyes closing as she arched into the redhead's ministrations as Willow began sucking lightly, beginning a new territorial mark.





``Hm?`` Willow asked, her fingers beginning a whispery trek below the elastic band of her girlfriend's pajama pants.





``Will!`` Came another voice, accompanied by the slam of the door.





Willow's hands made a hasty retreat as Tara lurched forward, back to her task of dishwashing. Willow, however, did not relax her hold on the blonde.







``In here Buff!`` Willow called gently, her voice just reaching the Slayer as she entered, Faith in tow.







``Woah,`` Buffy's eyes widened at the comfortable embrace her friends shared, but quickly shook off the awkward feeling of disrupting the intimacy.





[ AUTHOR'S NOTE: Which she does. A lot. ]





``What, B?`` Faith whispered, wrapping Buffy up in a similar embrace. ``Scared by the girl on girl?``





At the feeling of Faith's warm breath upon her ear, the Slayer's pulse quickened. ``I, well, not really when you, but they ..`` the girl stammered.





A small smirk graced Faith's lips as she released her, and then proceeded to brace herself for the wrath of Red.





At the sound of Faith's voice, Willow instantaneously grabbed a knife and twirled it skillfully in dexterous digits at she turned.







``Sweet, Red! 5 by 5! Ya' mastered it!`` Faith looked thouroughly impressed by Willow's display, a perfection of what she herself had once or twice attempted to teach her.





``Uh, yeah.`` Willow replied slowly, a confused expression blitzing across her features.







By now Tara had turned, and in seeing no threat from her brief analysis of the situation, she removed the knife from Willow's fingers. She placed it behind her and reached forward, pulling Willow back into her in an attempt to comfort and if need be, protect her lover.





Or Faith.





``What's she here for?`` Willow demanded, instantly leaning back into the safety of the blonde.





``She's, uh, here to help,`` Buffy explained, just now regaining her ability to speak.





``Warren's escaped Council custody. With the ... transferred power of some .. 13th century sorceror, demon, dude. He did some sick shit to the holding facility,`` Faith finished with a shrug. ``I wasn't really listenin' to Travers .. worried about Blondie .. `` she nudged the blonde with a smile, ``oh .. he wantsa open the Hellmouth..`` Faith gave reason apologetically.







Silence settled over as jaws dropped, and Buffy finally found the strenght and correct pun to break it.





``Must be tuesday.``







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Wooo. That's it for now. More updates soon.





-Kristi. <3users.adelphia.net/~xita/.../yawn.gif" />

Edited by: maudmac  at: 6/10/04 6:29 pm

[littlecrazy80]

Willow and Tara are so cute together.

Quote:

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``Woah,`` Buffy's eyes widened at the comfortable embrace her friends shared, but quickly shook off the awkward feeling of disrupting the intimacy.





[ AUTHOR'S NOTE: Which she does. A lot. ]

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*lil´c*

"Okay, we’re here, we’re queer, let’s kick this shit into gear," Five by Five (Taras Shadow)



SweetAmber

[Spikeizmine87]

Hey hey! I cant believe I didnt get to give feedback earlier! Damn now I feel bad! I love this! How cute, willow and the knife the ha...cute...stupid warren dont you just wanna him! ggrrr...anyway..update soonish!

-Rose

Im here. And Im queer. Need I say more?

Yes, I shop at "Dykes R Us"

Edited by: Spikeizmine87 at: 4/20/04 9:38 pm

[The Rose24]

Now, this is how it should have been. Tara helping Willow through her magical problems. More missed opportunities for the Buffy writers.

Tara: My heart doesn't stutter.


Tara: Willow, I got so lost.

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

[ShyTemptress]

Howdy

Haven't updated in a long time, so nows my chance. Buffy does seem to interupt a lot of things. Glad to finally see Will good with the knife action. I got Biology to figure out So gottz to go... I was wondering if I could get your opinion on something I want to post on here. If ya could it be great. My emails at ShyTemptress06@yahoo.com....

-Shy Southern Temptress

[willowhanded]

I have been a really, really bad girl about feedback.





I don't want to leave anybody out, so after this update, i swear on Girl Scout cookies .. that I shall be a good girl about replies.



However, I'm flattered that all of you find the time in your busy fic reading schedules to read mine. You compliments and encouragement are greatly appreciated and also very flattering..





Ohhh .. and Shy Temptress .. I sure will read it. <3 Just send it to Lesbodar@aol.com.







TITLE: Conditions of Love



AUTHOR: Me! Uh .. Kristi! ( Willowhanded )





PAIRINGS: Willow/Tara of course .. and there might be a certain, ahem, dark haired Slayer finding her photo negative to be her other half. Aw, c’mon .. I’ve always had a soft spot for Slayer lovin’ .. So Buffy/Faith, and Xander/Anya





DISCALIMERS: The characters mentioned within the story all belong to Joss Whedon, Mutant Enemy, UPN, WB, and the cute little `Grr! Arg!`` Guy. And I’d be heavily medicated if I wrote anything relative to the temporary insanity of 6-7th seasons. I’d be like ``bring on the Prozac!``





FEEDBACK: Please? This is my first fic, and I’m looking to pursue a career in writing, so if you have bad words, I’ll take them, just be constructive.





SPOILERS: Um .. well .. all the seasons I guess.





E-MAIL: lesbodar@aol.com





SUMMARY: This .. is the makeover of 7th season, k thnx plz drive thru, we r all buked. Pay @ da windo ========è



NOTE: As I watched 7th season, I kept wondering, ``what would Tara have done?`` So I’ve decided to write something centered around that. Oh .. and Buffy was shot in seeing red .. Tara didn’t come to see Willow the night before. And Xander never left Anya at the altar.







WARNING: THESE NEXT COUPLE OF CHAPTERS ARE LEADING UP TO SERIOUS SMUT! ( ON YOUR TOES, KITTIES! )

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8 ; Material Possesions







Research mode.





Constantly they were in research mode.







Nothing.

Nothing.

Nothing.









It had been exactly two weeks, and all they had managed to come up with was the name of the Sorceror, who evidently went by Vathek.







Yet, that was about all that they could salvage from the less than well preserved pages of a thirteenth century text, if you subtracted what they already knew. Which, in the first place was pretty telltale. Vathek empowered mortals to do his bidding, but in turn he took an associated amplifier.







``What's that supposed to mean?`` Tara sighed, earning a sleepy groan from Buffy, and a lack of interest from Faith.









``I'm going to bed,`` Buffy announced, yawning upon elegant digits.









``Lazy ass,`` Faith immediately replied, a `cat-that-ate-the-canary,` grin adopting her lips as a new area of residence.









``I am not!`` Buffy retaliated, spinning on the steps and crossing her arms. They fell as the now pouting blonde stepped back down the stairs, hands traveling to her hips.









``I have a better ass than that.``









Faith leaned back in the chair until she was resting dangerously upon two legs. Peeking around the blonde, she returned the banter in a teasing tone, ``wanna bet on it?``









Buffy and Faith's relationship had been steadily progressing, both girls working over thir issues. Affection- wise for Faith, and gender type problems for buffy. So, when Buffy replied, both Faith and Tara were surprised.







``How much do I get when I win .. and is that a promise?``







The dark Slayer's eyes widened at the unexpected comment, and there was a beat before the well known smart ass could operate the muscles in her jaw correctly to forge a reply.







``How much do I get to see?``







``Good NIGHT..morning, Faith,`` Buffy stated with finality, turning and scaling the stars with a small yet purposeful shake in her hips to illuminate what strained against tight leather.







``I love leather,`` Faith said absently, sitting forward in her seat as her fingers gripped at the armrests. Even with eyes as big as saucers, the normally cheery Slayer held true to her image, allowing a small yet rueful smile to express her levels of damnation upon current conditions.







``I'd like to wear leather,`` Tara finally admitted, causing Faith to jolt. A turn of a page whispered into the air, making Tara seem as if she were simply entertaining the idea for idle conversation.







Turning back to Tara, moss green eyes fluttered over the blonde's form as she grinned with sheer amusement, ``ya serious, Blondie?``







``Uh-huh,`` she spoke nonchalantly, ``Willow seems to like it,`` Tara mused more to herself than Faith, obviously wondering where the hell she'd find leather around here.





``Well,`` Faith rose, reaching up pointlessly towards the ceiling as she stretched, ``if you promise to tease Red outta her mind before ya make her one happy woman, then I suppose I could share my secret.``







This, however, caught Tara's attention, and blue eyes blitzed up to meet a darker green than those of her lover. Faith had grown on Tara, even if she had previously made fun of her stuttering, and her relationship with Willow. Somehow, Faith reminded Tara of herself, she wholly suspected that the reason for the rather vicious teasing that had taken place, was because Faith used to be a lot like her, until she toughened up and hid herself from the world.







Her own unability to do that must have bothered her, Tara now strongly believed.







``Secret?`` the blonde asked slowly, raising a brow.







``C'mon Blondie, time's a' wastin'.`` Faith declared, jabbing a thumb towards the door. ``Red'll be home at 8:30 tonight and we have a lot of shopping to do.``







``Faith,`` Tara admonished softly, ``I can't afford leather.``







``Don't worry about the tab, Blondie. Traver's gave me a direct link into the council, and Imma take 'em for all their worth.``







``Faith,`` Tara flashed a smile, beginning apologetically.







``Consider it a gift for Red.. as an apology for messin' with 'ya while I was Buffy.``







``But..``







``Yo, Blondie. Don't make me kick your ass out that door,`` the dark Slayer warned, her tone firm but her expression light. ``Cause I will get forceful.``







Finally giving in to the internal war within once the memory of how the Counil had treated them surfaced, she concluded with, ``let's give those bastards a run for their money!`` This comment earned a, ``sweet. Let's get it on,`` and an approving grin from a money loaded Faith.









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``I left a note on Mr. Pointy. I figured it's who she'd go for if she panicked .. there's also one on Dawn's bed, and one on the fridge,`` Tara explained to Faith the various precautions they took when leaving Buffy alone.







[ AUTHORS NOTE: NOTICE THEY REFER TO MR. POINTY AS A `WHO,` INSTEAD OF A `WHAT.` ]







Faith grinned, ``what about the closet, her dresser table, and on the facial supplies in her bathroom?``







``Check,`` Tara replied seriously, earning a low chuckle from the brunette.







The two girls were strolling comfortably through a part of town Tara had never been in before. It was a gorgeous day, with a cool breeze blowing from the ocean whose voices filled any gaps of silence with it's infinite speech.







``Where are we?`` Tara questioned with a light tone, glancing up towards Faith.







``Upon the mouth of Hell,`` the Slayer replied jovially.







``Not tellin', huh?``







``Nope. Chill out, Blondie. We'll be there soon,`` Faith replied nonchalantly, repositioning her hands in her back pockets and flipping back a waterfall of dark tresses.







``Or, uh, now,`` the brunette prompted as she reached out to grasp lightly at Tara's arm, tugging her across the road and down an alley. Once they'd come out into a cobblestone street, she spread her arms wide in presentation, looking like Vanna White gone bad.







A laugh was squashed low in her throat as Tara's jaw dropped, liquid sapphires observing carefully before the cat returned with her tonge. ``Faith!`` Tara whispered, ``this is like the Diagon Alley of porn shops!``







``Try Knockturn, then,`` Faith muttered back, not quite sure why she was whispering .. or at least speaking lowly. ``Harry Potter .. good books..``







Tara could only raise a skeptical eyebrow.







The outraged reply: ``What, Blondie!? I read!``





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Woo .. leather buying and then redhead surprising. Coming soon to a Conditions near you.





-Kristi/Willowhanded

Edited by: maudmac  at: 6/10/04 6:24 pm

[Lt Sticks]

HAHAHA OMG loved the Harry Potter reference...*cries tears of laughter*



MORE!



~Sticks

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[wimpy0729]

Hey Kristi!



That was so good. I loved Buffy teasing Faith. I'm trying to get the visual of Tara in leather (and in a porn shop) Hmmm.

And Faith looking like Vanna gone bad ROFL!



Can't wait for more!



Wimpy

[willowhanded]

LTSticks: I couldn't resist the need of Harry Potter reference.



wimpy0279: I shall aid you with that visual probably tonight .. when I decide to type it. The next chapter is all written down. .. I also couldn't resist the game show reference ..





Wooo .. more up tonight. <3



-Kristi ( <~~ I LOVE HIM!! )

[my yellow crayon]

whoo and hoo! an update!! "dances around the board" woo! Tara in leather...makes me wanna drool! more soon!

-rose (under ceslies handle)

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[littlecrazy80]

Great update!



*lil´c*

"Okay, we’re here, we’re queer, let’s kick this shit into gear," Five by Five (Taras Shadow)



SweetAmber

[TemperedCynic]

Many update-y goodness for me! Loved the Willow-babble, of course - very well done. The separate reactions of the Slayers was an interesting counterpoint to their meeting face-to-face. Then the face-off with the red-head and her re-acquired girlfriend. Finally, Faith, Tara and leather. Gotta love those girls in leather. VERY interested to see how you handle the shopping spree.

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[TaraBaby77]

WOOHOO!!! I love it so far, but... and that is a big BUT, do you have an update for us??? I love the way you have made Willow and Tara grow throughout the chapters. Great work, hope to see more soon. =)

Aaron

'Tarababy77'

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[MissKittys Ball O Yarn]

well well well Kristi AKA Willowhanded

I must say...I'm quite impressed... and also a little jealous...you know way more words than I do! Oh well...Hehehe I'll certainly be waiting (in) patiently for your next update!



PS....I crown you....queen of the dance



It's a privilege not a right...remember that Missy! and keep those updates coming!



xoxo

Emms

[wimpy0729]

Hey Kristi



Just wanted to remind you I'm still waiting for my Tara in leather visual...waiting...and waiting...



More goodness soon please!!!



Wimpy

[ShyTemptress]

Howdy

I haven't replied in a while. Its good hun. personally I would like to see willow in leather but thats just me. Well have a good day cause I'm out.

-Shy Southern Temptress

[willowhanded]

Hey guys! Here's chapter 9 .. sorry I'm so damn late ... getting ready for a new baby is more than I bargained for. .



Thoughts in [ ]



9 ; Sex Appeal



After an extensive afternoon of shopping, laughter, and . . bonding? The two girls returned to Sunnydale's own personal monster fighting central, accompanied by the sounds of keys, giggles, and various rustling bags.





``Oh! Check it Blondie! We're good,`` Faith laughed, pointing towards the clock. The digital ( of course, ) green numbers told a close assumption of 6:15.





Tara in turn followed the girl's pointer finger, an unusual pink flush settling over her cheeks which was half from her continuous lack of air from laughter and half from nervous expectancy.







A nod confirmed Faith's statement, and the brunette continued, ``ya certainly have time to get ready for Red.``





A cross between amusement and a tinge of jealousy ( from the fact that she currently wasn't getting any, ) painted over her features as she mused, ``boy.. is Red in for a surprise.``





``What's Will in for? I smell leather. Did Santa come!?`` Buffy questioned somewhat expectantly, excited by the fashionable twist currently taking place in her living room.





Faith rolled her eyes lovingly as she grabbed a bag, producing a thin leather jacket that would match perfectly with B's favorite pair of pants.





``Oooh!`` The slayer squealed, bouncing over to the couch and taking it almost reverently in her hands. ``Thank you,`` Buffy murmered, transfixed by the gorgeously IN jacket which she had admired from afar many a time.





A kiss was absently placed to Faith's lips as a sign of gratitude before she rushed off to try it on.





``Buff!`` Faith called after her, cupping her hand next to her mouth for the additional volume. ``We're going out soon!``





``Kay!!`` Buffy agreed without protest, already upstairs.





Tara mouthed a `thank you,` as Faith nodded with a wink, pushing herself up from her chair to go rush her blonde slaymate.



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``Tar! We're leaving,`` Buffy called up the stairs, adding Dawn's whereabouts for the record, ``Dawnie's staying with Xander and Anya!`` Buffy lingered while awaiting a reply, however, after Faith cast a quick glance at the clock, the blonde was then tugged firmly towards the door.





``Knock 'er dead!``





The phrase cast a grin out across nude tiers, a light blush once more illuminating her glowing cheeks, still wet from her shower as Buffy asked, ``who's killing who?``





Faith's reply of ``nothin', babe,`` was cut off by the slam of the door and was lost to a freshly showered Tara, who was now unraveling the blow dryer to work on her hair.





Plugging it in, she flicked it on and took her time upon the strands of fold silk that she brushed neatly after fully fry and kept down as she set to the task of getting dressed.





Tight leather slipped up snugly around her hips, clutching to them like tiny hands that made what lay beneath all the more prominent. A nicely matched black tanktop, which Faith had purposely chosen a size too small came tightly around her torso and lay even tighter over her braless chest. Zip up Dominatrix boots and a matching leather jacket set to the task of completing the outfit. After that came the acessories.





Two small pieces of black leather string were used to tie her hair back into a tight braid. A bluntly spiked choker clapsed delicately around her neck, accenting the creamy skin almost as well as the shirt accented her chest.





A deep breath was taken as Tara clutched the doorknob, slender digits lacing about the last prop. A red and black braided riding crop. Faith had insisted upon this part, and the blonde was finally lulled into using it FOR SHOW.





Tara halted as sapphire optics were caught by a shiny tube of lipstick. ``What the hay..`` she told herself as she slid off the cap, strangely pleased to find it a deep crimson. The object stained her lips like wine, and even she couldn't deny she looked the seductress part.





Transfixed with the complete transformation that the leather had undoubtedly managed to do justice, she steadily began gaining confidence.





``I look .. ``



[ Hot? ]



[ Willow. ]





Exiting the bathroom in her search for a clock, the time was confirmed by the opening of a door and Willow's voice venturing up the stairs, ``I'm home!``





Booted feet made dull thuds upon the floor, causing Willow to glance warily to the top of the stairs.



Her jaw deattached herself from her face and hit the floor, metaphorically of course. Tara was poised carefully against the wall, standing at the top of the steps. A low `thwack,` sounded as the riding crop made light contact against a leather bound thigh. ``Hey, Willow,`` a husky voice ventured.



Moving her mouth wordlessly, Willow gaped towards the diety just above her. `` T .. Tara?``



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More later.



I'm writing it.



Just thought, a bit of a cliffhanger.



..what?



There have been meaner cliffhangers. >>;



-Runs into the bomb shelter to write the next chapter. Prays to god that Kittens ( ) [ <--he's so cute!! ] can't make it inside.-

-Kristi.

Edited by: maudmac  at: 6/12/04 7:57 pm

[wimpy0729]

and some



And a HUGE Thank You for the Tara in leather visual!!!



OMG that was amazing! And the riding crop -- great touch!



Okay, now I can't get this grin off my face, which is fine with me. Naughty visions of Tara are dancing around in my head...ooh that's nice! Gosh, look at those!!



Poor Willow -- she's probably in shock! I hope Tara isn't too hard on her (hehe).



So glad you're back!



More soon pleeeease!!



Wimpy

[DreamsToDream]

HMM..... VERY Interesting Ahahaha I Really Can't Wait To See What Happens Next!! Please! Soon With The Update!!

D2D



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