FIC: The Edge of Silence

[Triscuit7]

Next part will deal with, um, certain other pleasant time-consuming activities - perhaps resembling the eating of artichokes or mangoes.



Re: Mangoes-One of my employees watches Real Sex on cable and managed to let slip in my hearing something about lesbians and practicing on mangoes.... My employees are evil people; they know exactly what buttons to push. Since I'm shy and blush easily (really, I am & do), I had to run away.



Ciao, Melissa

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I brought marshmallows!

[funkyasian]

hahaha...mel, you...shy and blush easily? wow, it's always the shy ones that are wild at heart isn't it?



can't wait for the next part...and i think i saw that episode of real sex...god knows i'm awake at odd hours of the night to catch it...



steph

Nothing can cure the soul but the senses, just as nothing can cure the senses but the soul. ~ Oscar Wilde

[Triscuit7]

Hey - I keep saying that my personality is a lot like Tara's and no one will believe me (might be because of what I write).



In a conversation one on one, or even two to one, I'm fine - I can talk. Once the total # hits 4 forget it - I'm tongue-tied or can only say non-words formed of consonants (I gurgle) or I say something minutes too late or say some "insect reflection" thingy.



I've had to give speeches in front of lots of people - and that's just plain unpleasant. Doesn't mean I can't/won't, it just means I don't enjoy it. I still remember doing one in 1976 for HS graduation; I was shaking so hard the podium moved.



And I have short hair, so there's nothing to hide behind when I look at the floor which I don't do so much any more.



All of which is cool, been that way all my life.



Ciao, Melissa



P.S. And really it should be the shy ones that your mother warned you about..... We're just sooo unexpected.

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I brought marshmallows!

[Jennpurr]

Hee... it is the shy ones you have to look out for, isn't it??



**Looks around, whistling** I'm shy too, believe it or not.



Hope you and Darcy are doing well. Hey, Mel, does that offer still stand on my fic?? I'm trying to work on more now and it will probably include what we talked about?? I just wanted to double check.



Thanks, girl,

Jen

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Quotes from Melissa Etheridge on 8/10/02, in The Woodlands, TX

"I've been to every, one of Melissa Etheridge's concerts! ... No, really, I have!"
"THAT, is a bat! ... Hey, does it have a ticket? ... It doesn't have a ticket!"

Edited by: Jennpurr at: 8/20/02 7:02:57 pm

[famer]

The artichoke reference reminded me of the scene from Antonia's Line.



One of the main characters, Danielle, has a daughter, Therese. Therese's (female) teacher is supposed to come over to tutor her. Prior to her arrival, however, Danielle is all aflutter. When the teacher (Lara) gets there, Danielle hijacks the lesson and starts flirting with her via artichokes.



I can't really remember it too clearly but I think Danielle and the teacher sit opposite each other at the kitchen table, Danielle then takes Lara's hand, stares intently into her eyes and says in a low voice -- "do you know how to eat an artichoke? You have to peel them petal by petal to get to the heart ." Both Danielle and Lara are entranced.



It was very sexy.



Edited: Other boards have listed Antonia's Line as one of Amber's favourites. I recall this only b/c I remember thinking that she had really good taste in film. (Dutch, I think -- so subtitles for most of us).

Edited by: famer at: 8/21/02 1:14:55 pm

[MadeinNZ]

I agree. Antonia's Line is a great movie.

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Buffy: I'd like to find Willow and Xander
Joyce: Will you be slaying?
Buffy: Only if they give me lip

[TareBearRS]

Well you made good on your promise, you said more hotness soon and there it was!!!!!



Evil Tara haha, great the way she got Jo back, and i do wonder what the pizza will bring.......



R.

[saphire tear]

I am so off to the shops to get me an Artichoke cause I am so lost........... I get the inuendo ** very grrrrr** but I have never seen an artichoke before so I am like huh? Great update though I am loving this!

[famer]

Just couldn't resist -- one last post about the artichoke (taken from a few websites):



1. An Artichoke is actually a leaf-enclosed flower bud of a plant (thistle family). The part eaten is the bud of the flower.



2. European royalty (esp. Henry VIII) enjoyed artichokes with enthusiasm because they were believed to possess aphrodisiac properties.



The Nitty-Gritty of Eating an Artichoke



Artichoke lovers will always deny that eating a large artichoke is a test of patience. One must never be in a hurry when presented with such a delicacy. It's assuredly a hands-on experience--ideal for those who love to dive in and get personal with their food. A guaranteed ice-breaker is to serve one artichoke shared between two people.



To eat, when fully cooked, remove the Artichoke’s outer leaves one at a time. Each leaf is dipped into a sauce and eaten by drawing the wider portion of each leaf through the teeth to scrape the fleshy part into your mouth. This practice led to an Italian expression, "la politica del carciof," referring to the policy of dealing with opponents one at a time.



Once all the leaves have been eaten, you’ll come to the lighter colored, pinkish cone of inner leaves, which hides the “choke” -- that fuzzy, spiked or bristled portion attached to the heart (which may resemble a hairy beard). With the tip of a teaspoon, scrape off the fuzzy part to reveal the flower base of the artichoke – the favoured heart.



While the sweetest part of the artichoke, the heart is also rich, succulent and meaty. The favoured heart is entirely edible and can be eaten plain or with a sauce. As the piece de resistance, care should be taken to savour each moment of the heart’s consumption.

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Show of hands for everyone serving artichoke on their next date or special dinner with their honey. (Complete with show and tell instructions, as per Antonia's Line).

Edited by: famer at: 8/22/02 12:18:36 am

[Triscuit7]

I predict a worldwide run on artichokes. Wonder if there's an artichoke futures market?



I just remember that they were, well, fun to eat.



Ciao, Melissa



P.S. I'll have an update tomorrow, roughly 2 pm EST, in which Willow and Tara get to the "heart" of things....

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I brought marshmallows!

Edited by: Triscuit7 at: 8/22/02 4:27:25 am

[tommo]

Um... *raises hand sheepishly* I don't actually like artichokes. I mean, I really don't like them. My mother does though; does that count towards my Lesbo Street Cred at all?

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Darlin' theres no way out, nothing can help me now. Love's got a hold on my heart...

[Triscuit7]

Hi Kittens - I just wanted to let you all know that an update will arrive around 2pm EST tomorrow (Friday). I've had some car issues this week and I'm helping out in another store covering for a vacationing mgr, so my writing time has been restricted. Plus most of the next section is NC-17 and for some reason writing smut makes me sleepy - I think it has something to do with not blinking, not breathing, and just generally having my eyes close. Anyway.... thanks again.



sapphire tear – Hey thanks for reading. And cheeky Tara is a must – I mean, we know she has a twisted sense of humor. It’s just mostly hidden. Spike, a certain muscle cramp and ice come to mind. I hope famer’s post on artichokes cleared some things up. They’re certainly not the most attractive vegetable in the world. You sort of wonder who decided that thing might be edible. And then they not only are, but they actually taste good. Like shrimp and lobster. I’m still of two minds on oysters – in soup or stew, fine but otherwise ??? Maybe I should have Darcy feed me one…but she just said she doesn't want to touch it.....



tiredsoul – Hi Celia. Thanks. But it’s really balance, not payback.



funkyasian – Hi Steph. Thanks for all the great comments. Tara’s depths are always unexpected to those who know her “less well”. And well yeah, I’m….shy and I like books. Re: Real Sex episode: did you see the one where they went to a dildo factory? I turned purple but couldn’t tear myself away.



LeatherQueen – Hi LQ. Thanks for reading and you just know delicious evilness lurks behind Tara’s smiles. BTW I hope you’re still whispering in Toni’s ear…get the girl to write smut.



Insane Oasis – Your poor mother is gonna be so clueless. I keep seeing all these lovely women shopping in the market for ‘chokes this weekend. Support the artichoke farmers – yay!



xita – Hey. Glad you liked the funny stuff with Jo. So did you think of any other cultural connections that haven’t been mentioned? And thanks again.



spazz07 – Hi Nath. Thanks. I think Jo’s gonna be very wary about teasing Tara from now on. I wonder if she’ll warn the boys? Or simply sit back and watch?



tommo – Hi Ruth. Damn right, Willow and Tara sex is bloody wonderful. And they’re “honeymooning” so of course they can’t keep their hands off one another. And the line about “her wits” – I’m glad you enjoyed that. There’s one earlier in the fic somewhere about “snickers” and “giggles” that my beta & partner Darcy really liked (might be in “River”, I don’t remember). And if you read the thingy famer posted in this thread, that should clear up any residual artichoke doubt and the next section will feature Willow, then Tara getting to the heart….. Ruth don’t worry, we’ll count your mother toward your cred, but if you don’t like mangoes, I’ll have to deduct points. Anyway, thanks. (BTW VTara rocks.)



mollyig – Hey there. Thanks for all the great comments. So you liked Jo’s mistaken attribution of the balance/payback – good. I love a good Tara surprise.



Jennpurr – Hi Jen, sweetie. I told you to be patient re: Jo, that you’d enjoy the ride. Sooo, keep hanging in there. And thanks for the apple. Sure you’re shy …. La la la la la…. BTW if you’ve got more, send it.



MadeinNZ – Hey. I don’t know of a specific connection between lesbians and artichokes, just the one that exists in my head alongside other evil thoughts . Thanks for reading, too.



Autumn T – Hi. Glad you liked it. And as for what kind of connection, see above .



The Inward Sea – Hey Sea. I may spoil you, but Kittens deserve to be spoiled. I hope I “improved” artichokes in your mind and more will be coming soon. Thanks.



BoredNow99 – Hi. Tara is shy and sweet; she’s just not innocent. Naughty is good. Evil’s good. Thanks for reading.



Thanatopsis – Hi you. Glad you enjoyed that part. Tara’s a tease, as Willow knows … intimately. So are you off to buy artichokes, too? (I may have to invest – wonder how the stock guys would explain a jump in sales?) . And thanks.



TromDeGrey – Hi. Thanks for the great comments. And there will be more coming soon.



famer – Hey. Thanks for the movie reference to Antonia’s Line. It sounds delicious. Gotta rent/buy that now. We almost never get to the movies (max is about 4 times a year). And thanks for reading and also for the post on how to eat an artichoke.



TareBearRS – Hi and thanks. The pizza will bring, um, a second course? And sit back and hold on for tomorrow’s update which is hotter still….at least I think so....



edited because Darcy said, "you didn't let me beta these..."

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I brought marshmallows!

Edited by: Triscuit7 at: 8/22/02 8:11:31 pm

[tommo]

Oh yes. Mangoes are a big favourite with me.

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Darlin' theres no way out, nothing can help me now. Love's got a hold on my heart...

[saphire tear]

I so have to try those out!

[Jennpurr]

Quote:

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Jennpurr – Hi Jen, sweetie. I told you to be patient re: Jo, that you’d enjoy the ride. Sooo, keep hanging in there. And thanks for the apple. Sure you’re shy …. La la la la la…. BTW if you’ve got more, send it.

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Hey, you.



Oh, I know. I'm trying to be patient with Jo. She's just a little... brat. Is that a nice word? I know she probably means well. Actually, she's kinda growing on me. There, I said it.



You are very welcome for the apple. Would you like another one? **Holds one out to you**



Hey, you don't believe me, do you?? I am shy. I can act like I'm not here, but you should see me in person. It would take me a while just to start talking to you.



Anyway... update tom, you say?? YAY!!! Can't wait to see what, getting to the heart of the matter, means?? I have some ideas, but I don't want to guess in case I'm wrong.



OH.... actually, I haven't even started writing it yet. I'm working on it though. I really appreciate you agreeing to this. I'll get back to you soon. Thanks, Mel. Say hey to Darcy for me??



Jen

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Quotes from Melissa Etheridge on 8/10/02, in The Woodlands, TX

"I've been to every, one of Melissa Etheridge's concerts! ... No, really, I have!"
"THAT, is a bat! ... Hey, does it have a ticket? ... It doesn't have a ticket!"

[Triscuit7]

Hi Kittens - Here's the next part of Chapter 4. Thanks for reading.



Rating: NC-17. No underage kittens please.



This is a SERIOUS rating. Except for the very first bit, this is pretty much pure unadorned smut.



Consider yourself duly warned. If you fail to heed previous health warnings, if you fail to don protective gear, if you fail to have a bucket of icewater or soft cushions handy, well, um, sorry. You are warned....



And oh yes, have fun .



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Buffy closed the door behind her, a glance to her left immediately telling her that her roommate and best friend was elsewhere. Maybe the library; more likely, Tara’s.



She dropped her bag beside her bed and rolled her head. Tense. Another glance revealed that there were messages on their answering machine. A few short strides and a finger press….



Beep.

“Hi Buffy. It’s Riley. I’m really sorry. I miss you.” She frowned. Likewise, but … still.



Beep.

“Hi Buffy, it’s Mom. Just checking in to see how you are. Love you.” She smiled that special smile she reserved for her mother. “Love you too, mom.”



Beep.

“Hey. It’s me. I’m gonna stay over at Tara’s tonight. See, we’re working on this really cool spell, and well, it’s sort of time-consuming. So, see ya.” She grinned. Willow-babble was like sunshine; no day should be without it. “G’Night, Will.”



End of messages.



She stretched up on her tip-toes. Tense and restless. There was a cure for both of those. She slid the duffle out from under her bed, retrieved a few stakes, and tucked them into the back of her waistband. She pulled her jacket down over them and slid Mr. Pointy up her sleeve.



Time to hunt.



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Tara braced her hands against the wall at the head of her bed and used every bit of self-control remaining not to rock too hard against her lover.



This was Willow’s idea – that she be dessert after they finished the pizza.



It had taken a deliciously long time to get to this point, since Willow had insisted on beginning with nibbling her neck. And, of course, then the redhead had most thoroughly loved her breasts before heading farther down.



She’d offered – had been more than willing – to love Willow at the same time. But her sweetie had refused, wanting no distractions from her “dessert.” This position had been her lover’s idea, too. And when she expressed her concerns, Willow had simply licked her lips and said that she wanted her that way. She’d worked out that that was the best position for Tara’s maximum pleasure – and if she needed proof, well, she’d done the math. It was in her notebook if she wanted to see it.



The “I trust you” had been Willow’s clinching line.



So now she rocked against her love’s mouth and tongue and wished that the wall had hand-holds. Something – anything – to grip as Willow’s tongue lapped at her, as Willow’s lips caught and sucked her nether lips and clit. She was fighting a losing battle against gravity; she could feel it pulling her down, intensifying the contact between her love’s mouth and her wet cunt.



She rocked harder, unable to stop herself, felt Willow’s fingers grip her buttocks hard. She tossed her head and rode her lover, Willow’s tongue driving all thought from her mind.



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Willow trembled as Tara gave herself over to her pleasuring completely, shivered as her lover’s juices flooded her mouth and trickled over her chin. It just felt so good to have Tara there. She caught quick breaths between Tara’s thrusts, her hands and arms supporting her lover. Her eyes traveled up her love’s body, to the breasts that bobbed so fetchingly, then past them to Tara’s face. The blue eyes fluttered closed, then opened wide; her lips parted as she gasped for breath. Her lips seemed as full as the ones she sucked and licked. Beads of sweat glistened on her forehead as they caught the pale white light of the nearby fairy lights. This was one of the reasons why she had wanted Tara in this position – she’d wanted to watch. To watch the hunger and need deepen until rational thought was past. To watch Tara’s face as it happened, without the distractions of Tara loving her – neither the distraction of the things that Tara made her feel nor Tara’s distraction from her own pleasure. So this position was perfect.



Eyes on Tara’s face, she saw her blue eyes suddenly lose their focus – saw the wave sweep over her. The blonde head tipped back, her back arching, and Willow met the hard downward thrust with an upward defensive one. She sucked hard on her lover’s clit, letting her teeth press into the soft flesh, and made Tara howl.



Such a beautiful woman. She lapped up the salty sweet juices as Tara trembled against her mouth. Closing her eyes for just a moment she savored the taste – way better than peaches and ice cream. Much, much better



She heard and felt Tara’s breathing steadying. Time to begin again. She sighed happily. She wanted to hear her scream again – her name preferably, but a simple “yesss” would be almost as good.



She flicked her tongue rapidly and saw Tara’s fingers trying to find purchase on the smooth wall. She was so glad they’d re-set the silence spell.



Dessert had always been her favorite course.



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Some small part of her wanted to just stay crumpled here in a heap. She didn’t think she’d ever been so sated, yet Willow’s feather-light touch across her shoulder blade ignited her nerve endings, spurring her into motion. She rolled over on her back – the room spinning slightly as the blood rushed back to her brain, which was definitely NOT where it had been – and smiled into her love’s face.



“Snuggle with me?” she whispered hoarsely. She opened her arm so that the redhead could rest her head on her shoulder.



It was an invitation that Willow eagerly accepted, and she tightened her grip on the slim woman. Soon, she’d have enough energy to make love to her, to begin to quench the heat that flushed the beautiful skin and to feed the hunger that filled the green eyes. She just needed a little rest first.



Willow’s arm lay across her tummy; as usual, she had appropriated one of her breasts. Just to hold, it seemed, since the fingers were doing nothing more than cupping it. Her lover was motionless; it seemed to her that every muscle in Willow’s body was poised to react, the tension screaming in the silence. In fact, Willow’s very wordlessness was probably a pretty good indication of just how aroused her love was.



She stroked Willow’s cheek and rubbed her thumb along one of the expressive eyebrows. Willow lifted herself up so Tara could reach her face. Very slowly, Tara ran her tongue over the strawberry lips, tasting herself there. Traveling with lips, tongue, and kisses, she found herself on Willow’s cheeks and chin. Her lover trembled, teetering, so close that a deep kiss might push her over. That knowledge was energizing.



Tara moved out from beneath Willow – making her lover part her lips and sigh – and shifted her body up in the bed to where Willow had been only moments ago. Turnabout was fair play. She tucked her hair into a rough twist behind her neck so it was out of the way. There. Now her lover wouldn’t accidentally kneel on it and distract them.



“C’mere.”



Willow needed no urging, and placed her knees on either side of her head. Tara wriggled into a slightly better position, her nipples hardening as she caught her first glimpse of her lover’s pussy. So wet. But ….



“Spread your legs out a little more, sweetie, so I can brace you with my hands.”



Her lover complied, walking her knees a little farther apart. Willow was fighting to stay in control, her breathing audible now and interspersed with little almost-sobs.



So wet. Tara’s mouth watered in sympathy.



Tara’s hands slipped in the juices that coated Willow’s upper thighs, the mere presence of her hands near her lover’s hot pussy enough to make her whimper and tremble above her. She exhaled involuntarily, her own lust making her dizzy, and her breath washed over her lover’s wetness.

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“Oh – God, Tara!” Willow moaned. “Please!”



She looked up into her lover’s face. Willow was so close to the edge, this time would be quick.



“C’mere, sweetie,” she ordered. She felt her love’s thigh muscles tighten as Willow lowered herself.



Eyes closed, she nuzzled her mouth into the soft wetness. She heard Willow’s breath catch, felt her thighs spasm, and caught her lover as she rocked against her lips. Tara’s tongue licked the juices from the slick lips, parting them, tasting.



“Yesss!” Willow screamed in release.



Tara grasped her lover’s thighs and buttocks and controlled the hard thrusts as her love orgasmed. Her tongue slid back and forth between the engorged lips. Taking a deep breath, she dipped her head and slipped her tongue deep within, using the tip to explore Willow’s opening. The bridge of her nose pressed into the nerve bundles at the top of the sweet cunt she tongued. That combination was enough to send her love immediately up and over a second time.



Gasping for breath, she tilted her head back and began pleasuring Willow in earnest. She looked up her body past the heaving chest to her lover’s face. The green eyes were hazed and unfocused as Willow rode out the storms she was creating. Again and again Tara licked her love’s clit with long, firm strokes, feeling it jump beneath her tongue, making Willow rock slowly up the slope. Faster, shorter strokes followed; Willow pressed harder against her mouth, her hands scrabbling on the wall. Rapid flicks, and Willow stilled, her body all atremble as Tara-tongue pulled her up to the edge. She was floating – like a falcon coasting on a thermal, with no discernible movement. As Tara sucked hard on her clitoris, Willow dove into an abyss of pure pleasure. Tongue flicking harder, Tara made her lover scream.



Tara gazed over her lover’s glistening body, her tongue gentle again, caressing the lips, lapping up the flowing juices. Nuzzling deep – the hardness of her bones and teeth a counterpoint to the firm softness of her tongue – she coaxed her lover back up.



She listened to Willow’s sobbing breath for a moment, then wrinkled her nose in thought. Decisions, decisions. To continue this until Willow melted completely or …. No, as delicious as this was, she didn’t know when they’d have another long stretch of uninterrupted time together and she hated leaving things unfinished ….



Tara placed a soft kiss on Willow’s pussy and carefully extricated herself. She knelt on the bed behind her motionless lover who still leaned limply into the wall. Slipping her arms around her, Tara pulled her upright, spooning her. For long moments she held Willow in silence, waiting while the redhead slowly roused.



“I think this witch is all melted,” Willow stated as she caressed her arms.



“Can you move, love?” Tara whispered in her lover’s ear.



“Melted. Just a puddle of a witch. ‘Sides, this is nice.”



“MMmmmm, yes, but so are other things. Can my witchy puddle move, just a little?” Tara kissed Willow’s neck in encouragement



“Puddles can’t move,” Willow replied, “But I might be an intrigued puddle ….”



Before her lover could ask, she said, “Puddles can move. They can slosh. Or maybe you’re not a witchy puddle at all. Maybe you’re a witchy amoeba. They move.”



“An amoeba.” Willow turned a little to look into her face. “I’m an amoeba now? How romantic.”



She grinned. “And puddles are?”



“They’re better than squirmy little life-forms.” Willow defended her puddle-ness.



“But you’re squirmy. You’re delightfully squirmy. I can show you how squirmy if you want.” She shifted her hands and fingers to Willow’s ribs.



“No, Tara! No tickling!” Her lover gripped her wrists.



“See, squirmy.” Tara chuckled suddenly.



“What?”



“Um, if you were an amoeba, you could live in my puddle.” Tara chuckled again



Willow turned around a bit more. “You have a puddle?”



“Uh-huh.”



“Can I see this puddle?” Willow asked, grinning in anticipation.



“Later?” she offered. “I had in mind those other things first. If my witchy amoeba can move, of course.”



“Where and how?” Willow queried.



“In the middle of the bed, on your back,” she answered and released the slim woman.



Turning a bit more, Willow dropped to her hands and muttered, “I can do this.”



But it seemed to take an awful lot of concentration, Tara noted with a hidden smile, as she watched her lover crawl into position. And she supposed it didn’t matter that Willow had chosen to lie down crosswise. Middle was middle after all.



Following after her, Tara braced herself foursquare over her lover.



“So – what ‘other things’, Tare-bear?” Willow lifted a hand and caressed her face.



She dropped her lips to the palm of the small hand and kissed it. “Willow-palm.”



The green eyes widened as she remembered they had some unfinished business. Willow wriggled in anticipation. “Oh, yes, those ‘other things.’ By all means, yes, please.”



Tara chuckled and bent her head.



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[OhGroovetasticOne]

i'm still not convinced you're not trying to kill me. who has time to read warnings when you see an update? i guess i have but one thing to say...I'm a puddle, and it's soooo your fault. thanks, i like being puddle-ly.

-KT

-BTW, THUD!

but then what kind of scale compares the weight of two beauties, the gravity of duties or the ground speed of joy? tell me what kind of gauge can quantify elation? what kind of equation could I possibly employ?

[spazz07]

see now you're lucky i devised a Mel's emergency fic kit. It contains a crash helmet, cushy padding for those sharp corners where i might crash the helmet into and of course 1 bucket of ice cold water.



So glad that Tara decided to continue her little exploration of Willow



Cheers

Nath

Isn't it funny how you feel your most tired five minutes before you have to get up.

[Puff]

Wow. Um that was...*wipes drool off PC* brilliant.

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You know, it's a real deal relationship and that's why people can relate to it
Amber Benson

[Jennpurr]

Oh good God, Mel. I'm convinced you are trying to kill me here. How am I supposed to write, when I can't concentrate now?? Mmmm...



(You wanted thuddies, you got 'em)



This was... WOW... I think that word about sums it up. You know, not to be too personal, but uh... that position has always been very intriguing/a turn on for me. I don't know, there's just something about it. Thank you for the mental images, Mel.



Today, I have gotten alot of inspiration from alot of different places, but this tops the cake. I think I may have an update for you soon to read. Thank you.



That update was just.... heavenly. I can't wait for the next one. Will we get to see Tara doing her mapping again? That was very erotic, among other things.



OKAY... must go cool off now, then take a LONG shower.



**Falls off my chair and rolls over by your feet, handing you a basket of chocolate** For you and Darcy!



You've given a whole new meaning to the word puddle. Did I just say that??



Thanks, Mel.

((HUGS))

Jen

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"Oh, man. I wish I WAS a lesbian. I would get laid every night for the rest of my life." ~ Amber Benson

Quote from Melissa Etheridge on 8/10/2002, in The Woodlands, TX
"THAT is a bat! ... Does it have a ticket? ... It doesn't have a ticket!"

Edited by: Jennpurr at: 8/23/02 1:31:09 pm

[TromDeGrey]

Um, wow.

"Live or die, but don't poison everything..." -Anne Sexton

[LeatherQueen]

Um, Mel...



Wow.



I read this earlier at work, and was unable to respond in my post-smut delirium.



Warning to other weak-willed kittens: It is NOT a good idea to read this at work. That way lies madness and urges that don't bode well for your continued employment.

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"But when they're playing your song on the jukebox in Hell, you might as well dance." - K. Simpson


"Futile... like a FOX, baby!" - Tara in The Late Shift by wiccachica

Edited by: LeatherQueen at: 8/23/02 4:15:27 pm

[xita]

So nice of Tara to have such a great memory!



I swear pens writers are writing everyone of my w/t fantasies recently. Thank you so much for this, I have such nice lovely visuals now, I can't really describe it. It makes me chuckle to think of oblivious Buffy out patrolling while Willow's got her girlfriend kneeling above her face...... hee

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Childie -"Not all girls are raving bloody lesbians, you know!"

George - "That's a misfortune of which I am perfectly well aware."

The Killing of Sister George

[tiredsoul]

So very nice of you to spend the time to write the warnings at the beginning. Too bad I saw the update and blew right past 'em. WOW. Sure as hell needed that bucket of ice water.

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"That was just rude. Now I forget what I was saying."

[MadeinNZ]

And the fun just keeps on coming!!!



I love that you manage to find new and exciting 'positions' for our girls. Where do you get all the ideas? (That's a rhetorical question btw).

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Buffy: I'd like to find Willow and Xander
Joyce: Will you be slaying?
Buffy: Only if they give me lip

Edited by: MadeinNZ at: 8/24/02 1:07:12 am

[Insane Oasis]

ermm.. cough.. *thud*

[tommo]

God, I love this fic. And why? Because the smut means something. It's not just fucking. It's got all this energy behind it and it's Willow and Tara and damn, it's hot. Heh. I love the image of Willow as a falcon, floating and then diving just as her feelings and physical reactions dipped down towards Tara's mouth. This is so yummy, I may even have to read it again. Thanks.

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Darlin' theres no way out, nothing can help me now. Love's got a hold on my heart...

[The Inward Sea]

Oh... well... OH... WELL... I think this deserves and a



This time I read it in a thoroughly cushioned room Good for me! I'm curious to see where all this will lead...



Love it, Tris! Thank you once more.



Sea

[saphire tear]

Oh wow....I am dying to know what happened next.....please do tell!

[Tulipp]

I've just caught up on several chapters of this, and, oh my my my. Lessons on how to eat artichokes, on how to torment your dorm neighbors, on how to give presents to people, and, um, other things, too. I love Willow as a witchy puddle, and for some reason, although I can't believe I was able to hold onto this detail in my buzzing mind after reading the rest of the section...I loved the finger rubbing over the eyebrow. That just struck me as really tender and sexy.



I think LeatherQueen said "yum." Make it two.

"The sight of you is good for sore eyes"
--Jonathan Swift