Food for Thought

[irishlassie101]

WOW...I´ll probably die of pneumonia from the cold shower...but it was worth it.........



could you please let them wake up soon !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[wiccapalooza]

For the love of Goddesses alike, somebody PLEASE wake them up!!!



Excellent fic, I'm loving it all the way... Superb job!



~Melyssa xox

[onyxsundrops]

Food for Thought Part 17



*Thanks for the feedback guys, it's greatly appreciated*

Note: I had actually planned on writing the story instead of the majority of it being smut, but... I kinda got caught up in the moment. Anyway, the next part will hopefully have some Faith/Buffy interaction.

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“Are you okay?” Buffy asked. She had been watching Tara for the past ten minutes, and not once had the blonde flinched as she leaned on the counter with a dreamy haze covering her eyes.



“Mmm, yes.” The dazed waiter responded. She smiled, turning her head slightly but not directly looking at Buffy, and the cook could sense that the sexy, almost secretive grin wasn’t aimed at her. She shrugged, looked once more at Tara’s reddening cheeks, and left her to her daydreaming.



Tara hardly noticed Buffy leave as memories flashed in her mind. Like pressing rewind on a video tape, the blonde played back to her previous thoughts.



****



Tara had woken early before dawn, to find Willow slumbering beside her. Carefully, as not to wake the redhead, Tara inspected her partner and gently leaned over to gaze at Willow’s peaceful face. The sleeping figure was whispering lightly in her sleep, and Tara moved in more, trying to catch what Willow was saying. Unable to make out Willow’s soft mumbles, Tara gave up and shifted her focus to the body pressed against her.



Willow had been so sweet and gentle during the previous hours and Tara couldn’t help but to feel a little guilty for falling asleep so early. Wanting to make amends, an idea popped into the blonde’s head and she smiled wickedly before pulling back the blanket that covered both their bodies. Taking a moment to simply admire Willow, she rested her head against the redhead’s chest and smiled when she heard the soft thumps. Synchronizing herself with Willow’s breathing, she placed kisses along the smooth skin every time the redhead inhaled.



Moving lower, she looked up when she reached the slope of Willow’s breast. Glad that her girlfriend remained sleeping, Tara pressed her lips to the blunt nipple, hoping to awaken it. Adding the tip of her tongue, she smiled when the pink flesh obliged and stiffened to meet her lips. Glancing upward again, Tara frowned this time, having hoped that Willow would’ve woken by now. But only the redhead’s closed lids met her gaze and she redoubled her efforts and moved to Willow’s other breast, trying the same technique.



Kissing down the valley, she stopped at the navel and sucked lightly on the patch of skin above it. This time Willow did react, but not the way Tara had wanted.



“Stop that,” Willow chastised sleepily and lifted her hand into the air, swinging within inches of Tara’s head as she giggled softly. Tara froze and watched the redhead with a disappointed frown, not believing how Willow could still be asleep. Crawling up the bed, she hovered over her girlfriend, trying to catch any sign to show that Willow was actually awake, but found nothing.



Coming face to face with her partner, Tara’s moist center brushed lightly against Willow’s stomach.



“Slippery frogs on the tree,” the redhead snorted and laughed again. Getting slightly frustrated, and a little turned on from Willow’s skin against hers, Tara held back the urge to shake her girlfriend into wakefulness.



Chewing on her lip, the blonde searched her brain for a different approach and settled on something a little more suitable.



“Will-ow.” She whispered close enough, so that her breath blew Willow’s eyelashes. Still, there was no response.



“Willow.” She brushed the redhead’s cheek with a crooked finger.



“Psst, hey you.” By some miracle, she finally got through. Willow slowly blinked up at her.



“Hi,” Tara grinned innocently, “were you asleep?” Willow continued staring and Tara nervously shifted her weight above the prone body.



“God, you’re beautiful,” Willow finally spoke, though it was more of a groggy whisper. The blonde turned crimson, but accepted the compliment with a kiss.



“I didn’t mean to wake you.” Liar. “You just looked like you were having a bad dream.” Hey, there’s some truth in that. She hates frogs.



“Mmhmm,” Willow barely paid attention, for she was mesmerized by something else. Her hands cupped Tara’s breast and began to gently squeeze.



Tara’s body responded immediately to the touch. Stop that. You woke her up so you could... So you...could... “Yes,” she moaned when Willow rubbed her thumbs over the nipples.



Okay, okay. Focus. The blonde told herself and reluctantly took Willow’s hands from her chest and laced their fingers together. Willow groaned at the loss of contact, but forgot her protests when Tara leaned down to kiss her own breast. Retracing the steps she’d done while Willow was sleep, Tara released the redhead’s hand and had to move down lower to escape Willow’s nimble fingers. Or else she would never reach her goal.



The blonde dipped her tongue into the smooth navel and was rewarded with a soft sigh from above. She wiggled her tongue from side to side a few times before licking lower until she reached the mound of red curls. Having been dreaming about this all night, Tara stopped and simply stared. At least until the wiggling of Willow’s hips, told her to get to it.



It was clear that Willow was as wet and ready as she was, and didn’t need any further buffering, but still Tara held back a little. Teasing the soft hair with her nose, Tara added a finger to the mix and used her blunt nail to circle the crease of Willow’s center. Using the same finger, she tickled the pink button and used her other hand to spread the glistening labia as her fingertip continued working Willow into a frenzy.



Above, the redhead silently begged for Tara’s tongue and she squeaked in approval when she finally got it. Like a soft tornado, the slender muscle twisted around her clit, back and forth until Willow thought she would scream. Using both her thumbs, Tara spread the lips wider, getting a clear view of Willow’s entrance and drove her tongue in as far as it could go.



The new sensation had the redhead squeezing Tara’s body tightly with her calves. And finding the pain a little pleasurable, the blonde plunged deeper and sucked as the sweetness stuck to her taste buds. The blonde pulled out and took a moment to catch her breath before maneuvering back in. Only this time, instead of keeping her tongue tight, she flattened it a little and began curling it as if she were making waves. Willow gasped, digging her feet into Tara’s ribs and bucked up as the blonde’s tongue continued flexing within her.



Breathing deeply through her nose, Tara let Willow set the rhythm and moved her thumb rapidly over the redhead’s swollen clit. The headboard banged against the wall as Willow hissed and thrashed on the bed, signaling her powerful release. But it didn’t stop there. Tara lapped greedily as the nectar rose to the surface and after she had drunk most of it, she slipped two fingers into Willow’s twitching core, prolonging the redhead’s orgasm.



Willow pressed down, riding Tara’s hand until she came twice more and was too exhausted to continue.



“No, more,” Willow panted, “I can’t...,” she finished her sentence with a groan as she watched Tara licking her fingers clean. The blonde was unbelievably turned on and had to stop her hand from snaking down between her thighs, knowing that just one swipe could send her over the edge.



Willow noticed Tara’s wandering hands and felt inclined to help her out. “Come up here,” she said, still catching her breath. Though her limbs were like jelly, other parts of her body still functioned.



Tara quirked her eyebrow questioningly, but straddled the redhead’s hips.



“Higher,” Willow gave her girlfriend a knowing look and Tara shivered but complied.



“Are you sure?” The blonde asked, her voice full of concern though her body told her to be quiet. When Willow nodded, she shuffled up and stopped when she hovered over the redhead’s waiting mouth.



Finding a little strength in her arms, Willow pulled Tara down by her hips and began collecting the straying rivers of honey. Drowning her chin in the sweet stickiness, the redhead motioned for Tara to move her hips and gently ride her probing tongue. The blonde lurched forward against the headboard and held on tightly while Willow’s fingers left half-moon imprints on her soft hips.



Shuddering each time Willow’s nose brushed against her sensitive nerves, Tara’s breast bounced frantically as she ground hard against her lover’s mouth. The blonde’s legs began to shake violently as she struggled to hold on, but it was hopeless. Her words went from whimpers, to shrieks, to being speechless as a thunderous orgasm ripped through her entire body.



Willow wiped her face and smiled when Tara’s sweaty body slid down, like a puddle, next to her. Sharing kisses, they cuddled and slept for the rest of the night.



****



Tara blinked, clearing her throat while she toned back into the conversations around her.



“How do I tell her?” Willow and Buffy were chatting near the kitchen door. Business was slow, and those who were there had already been helped, so the girls decided to take a little break.



As usual, Anya was present, having begged to stay when the restaurant opened hours ago. She had promised to be ‘good’ and whined about being left alone all the time by Xander, while the young man worked. But when asked why she wasn’t out trying to find a job of her own, the blonde scoffed and waved her hand, dismissing the question.



“Just tell her how you feel,” Willow shrugged and smiled over at Tara before turning back to her best friend. “Or...you could always try Anya’s stalking approach.”



The eavesdropping blonde huffed, “For the last time, it was not stalking... it was observing. There is a difference,” Anya rolled her eyes, remembering how she met Xander.



“So Buffy has a thing for Faith? Why am I not surprised?” she snorted and quickly shut up when Willow’s eyes narrowed. “I was being good,” she muttered while walking off.



“But what if she thinks I’m crazy or... or she doesn’t feel the same way that I do?” Buffy shook her head, “I don’t know. Maybe I’ll just spill everything when I see her... Ooh, I could write a letter.” She frowned, gnawing on her fingernail, “No, that’s too childish.” The cook would’ve continued rambling to herself, but Willow cut in.



“Well, uh,” the redhead chuckled nervously and looked over Buffy’s shoulder, “you better think of something quick, because she’s on her way in here.”

[bluewillowwitch]

onyxsundrops ,

Oh you are such a litte ! That was a cliffhanger! I love this fic! If you are trying tosend the 's to cold you succeded! I wish I had someone to wake me up like woke up. Much better than my stupid alarm clock. Buffy and Faith? Can't wait to see how you work with this one. Can't wait to more. Update soon, please?







Grace

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"Fate keeps on happening."--Anita Loos

[intricate mirage]

Wait give me a minute







Whew, now this is better. Now that was a simply wonderful way to be waking up in the middle of the night.



Cliffhanger. You little Though it's a mighty good cliffhanger I may add Can't wait to see what Buffy's got to say! Hehe.



Update soon, please?

~ Cassie

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My fountain of strength that never runs dry

You are the shooting star across the midnight sky

Edited by: intricate mirage at: 11/1/03 3:05 am

[Arwen276]

Uh, umm, ...

*Scratches head desperately*

...

*Looks around sheepishly*

...

*Storms off leaving the board*



I SOOO NEED A SHOWER RIGHT NOW!





~Arwen



ps: There's NOTHING better than being woken up in the midst of the night by a Turned On partner!

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

[SJ]

Nice way to wake up

Good cliffhanger and great update

[littlecrazy80]

What a way to wake up in the middle of the night.



*lil´c*

Let´s get happy and let´s be gay. germany´s grand prix song



Check this out

[willowsgirl]

Hmmm...yeah...so...um, very nice update



Thanks!



willowsgirl xx

[Tempest Duer]

Okay, so here's with all the hotness and that's all wonderful and perfect and hot and yummy and totally yummy...



But then there's this cliffhanger with Buffy and Faith. And as a reader.... bad girl. Go to my room.

I believe in the madness called "now."

[sam darls]

Wwoohoo..wow..um, yup amazing update and so yummy. Love sammi xx

[WillowFever]

Wow.....I am soooooo lovin' this story...I just found it last night and sat up reading and catching up....and now I am hopelessly hooked and can't wait for another update...



don't keep us waiting long......

[onyxsundrops]

Hey!

Okay, so I know it's been more than a month since I've updated, but I just came by to say thanks to everyone for reading and/or replying. Between finals, and work, and grading papers, I barely have time to sleep...but I finally finished part 18 and I'll hopefully have it posted by tomorrow.



Yvonne

[Sappho]

Excellent news! Thanks babe.

~Sappho

Willow: Yeah, that’s me. Reliable dog geyser person.

***

Anya: Give me a beer. Bartender: I.D. Anya: [Looks at him w/ disbelief] Bartender: I.D.

Anya: I’m 1,120 years old!!! Just give me a friggin’ beer! Bartender: I.D. Anya: [Sigh] Give me a Coke.

[onyxsundrops]

Food for Thought Part 18

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Buffy flashed her 'deer in the headlights' face as she pondered on whether to stay or go. Her back was to the door, so she wasn’t sure if Faith had already seen her.



“How far?” She asked.



“Buffy-.” Willow began but was interrupted by her friend.



“I’m not ready. What am I going to say?” The cook spoke more to herself, and then turned back to Willow. Her panic filled eyes darted from the redhead to the kitchen door and without another word, she rushed back behind the door.



“Buffy, how do you think it’s gonna look, if you keep avoiding her?” Willow reasoned. She knew that the blonde was still within earshot and probably had her ear glued to the door.



“Please Will, I just...just give me some time, okay?” Buffy whispered back from the other side.



“Hi F-Faith.” Tara smiled when the bell jingled and the brunette entered. Anya raised a hand, showing a brief acknowledgment of the new arrival, and went back to her book. The same book she had been pretending to read during Willow and Buffy’s discussion.



“What’s up, Tara. Hey guys,” Faith greeted the others.



“How did you know we’d be here?” Willow asked when Faith took a seat at the barstool in front of the counter.



“I didn’t.” She shrugged. “I wanted to see what all the buzz was about, so I stopped by.”



“Buzz? There’s buzz?” Willow lit up, excited that word was spreading about the restaurant.



“Some.” Faith chuckled. “Should’ve known it’d be you two.” She mused.



“W-What do you mean?” Tara asked, while gently grasping her partner’s hand and smiling when Willow responded.



“Supposedly, this place is all around, girl-lovin’ central, at least, so I’ve heard. Oh, and they say the food’s good too,” she winked playfully at the couple. The brunette had heard several rumors from the other tenants in her apartment, about the little veggie shop on the corner of Main.



“Oh,” Willow blushed as her excitement deflated a little.



“Right, ‘cause how many lesbians could there be in Sunnydale?” She shifted nervously. Faith looked thoughtful. Anya snickered.



“I didn’t even know you two worked here,” Faith admitted, and began picking at the sleeve to her jacket.



“Yep, we all work here... except Anya. Buffy’s in the back doi-…” There was a muffled crash in the kitchen.



Willow and Tara cringed. Faith froze. Anya flipped to the next page.



“Really?” The question came out as more of a squeak. Okay, just act natural. Don’t freak out, and bolt again. Faith told herself. She cleared her throat, “What’s she doing back there?” She tilted to the side as subtle as she could and tried to peek into the small window.



“Oh, you know,” Willow motioned with her hands, “cooking... doing inventory,” trying to pry the backdoor open or stuff herself in the cabinets, “the usual.”



“Maybe you should go see if she needs a hand,” Anya smirked, knowingly, “or maybe a couple of fingers. That should do the trick. What do you think Tara?” She asked in mock innocence. The blonde was caught off guard and blushed fiercely while stumbling for a response.



“Um, o-o, uh,” she opened and closed her mouth several times as all eyes turned to her, “I’m s-sure she’s f-fine.” Tara’s eyes pleaded for them to accept her answer, and for Anya not to further elaborate what she was hinting at.



The young blonde sighed in relief when Faith chose the moment to stand up and take the focus from her. For the past few days, the brunette’s mind had been going over every word she’d say to Buffy when she saw her again. And though she felt the familiar prickles of doubt, Faith knew that if she didn’t speak up soon, she would back out all together.



“Well, I’ve sort of been meaning to tell her something.” She fidgeted and shot a quick glance toward Tara, “So I’m just gonna go check it out. Make sure everything’s cool.” Forcing a positive smile, Faith pushed the door back and disappeared into the kitchen.



“Sure,” Anya stressed the word and wiggled her eyebrows at the remaining couple. The grin on her face was actually starting to hurt a bit. “Hehe, I’m absolutely tickled,” she laughed, and then noticed both looks of disapproval and annoyance from Tara and Willow. “What? Why are you looking at me like that?”



“That was s-so mean,” Tara frowned, referring more to the way Anya had shone the unwanted spotlight on her earlier.



“Why do you always do that?” Willow asked.



“Do what?” Anya tried to look genuinely confused.



“Speak so...blah,” the redhead frowned, searching for a better word, “so-.”



“Blunt,” Tara offered as her eyebrow quirked slightly.



“Yes!” Willow smiled, not sure why her mind hadn’t been capable of putting together the five-letter word. “There is a such thing as self-censorship, you know, being tactful.”



Anya didn’t answer, but merely curled her lip at the thought.



“I don’t know why you’re upset. All I did was gave them a little push,” she rolled her eyes in self-defense, “you just wait, they’ll be quoting Sanyo, any day now.” She smirked.



“Um, that’s Sappho,” Tara blushed as she corrected the other woman. Anya gave the blonde her best ‘that’s what I said’ expression and went back to her book. Willow shook her head, then smiled reassuringly toward her girlfriend and tried not to think about what Buffy would do to her as soon as Faith left.



****



The chef had heard the majority of the conversation outside, and after several unsuccessful attempts to hide herself; she relented and decided to face the music. Without a clue as to what she planned to say, if anything, Buffy plastered a calm smile to her face and waited for the inevitable.



With damp palms, she had begun chopping various items of food, trying to mask her nervousness. Yet it was kind of funny how the blonde kept imagining Anya’s face, especially on the cabbage, which she was presently shredding into bits.



“Hey.” Buffy’s grip briefly slipped when she heard the soft, unmistakable voice. Not sure if she mumbled a response, the cook turned and gave the newcomer a smile.



“So how’s it going?” Faith asked, remembering to breathe.



“It’s going.” Buffy shrugged and finally turned to face the dark haired woman.



“I, uh, just stopped in to see if you needed some help...” Faith shrugged and casually took in the appearance of the kitchen, before focusing back on Buffy, “or anything.”



“No, I’m good,” Buffy nodded, than Faith nodded. And both girls’ heads continued bobbing a little as the silence swept over the room.



“So where’ve you been, lately?” The cook broke the silence, hoping to sound as non-prying as possible. “I haven’t seen you around in awhile.” Okay, two days.



“Yeah.” A flash of guilt crossed Faith’s face, but she quickly hid it. “I’ve just been getting settled into the new place. And, you know, taking in the sights... seein’ if anything’s changed.”



“Oh... well... the city added new parking meters,” Buffy shrugged, speaking as if it was the only significant event to recently happen in Sunnydale. “Uh, oh and Jimmy’s closed down a few months ago.”



“Really? Damn, I knew something was missing,” Faith’s eyes grew in surprise.



Jimmy’s had been the local, daytime hangout spot for everyone back in high school. The little ice cream parlor gained a lot of recognition; mainly because of the free cones the owner usually gave away.



“Man, I’ve been craving some strawberry cheesecake ice cream all week,” she sighed, disappointedly.



Buffy’s eyes visibly glazed over for a second, “That was the best,” she spoke distantly, still caught in her dreamy state. Shaking her head, and making a mental note to stop at the store on the way home, the blonde drifted back to reality.



“We’ve yet to give out free food here, I guess it’s because nobody ever comes in asking.” As if she suddenly realized that she was the only cook, Buffy frowned, “Should I be offended?”



Faith only smiled, not quite sure if Buffy was serious. But from the other woman’s thoughtful frown, she knew that the blonde was actually wondering if she should take offense or not.



The kitchen’s atmosphere had lightened up a bit as they reminisced about the “good old days.”



“Buf-.”



“Fai-.”



They both started at the same time.



“Go ahead,” Buffy smiled. Both girls were completely unaware that they’d been thinking the same thing. Now or never.



“Okay,” the brunette took a solid breath, stilling her nerves. “Okay... so I’m just going to say this and you can scream or throw tomatoes when I’m finished okay?” Buffy opened her mouth to agree, but Faith went on, “Wait,” she held up hand, “just let me say this.”



Oh god, she’s breaking up with me. Pretty farfetched, seeing how you aren’t even dating. The neurotic blonde mentally kicked herself. Okay, so-. The inner conversation continued as Faith spoke.



Countless hours of thinking had boiled down to a few simple words as Faith stared across the room. “I’m in love with you,” she rushed the words out as quickly as possible, for fear of swallowing them.



She’s- the mental battle came to a halt, “What?” Buffy snapped out of her reverie.



“I love you.” She said it, and waited.



Buffy trembled, still trying to grasp the full extent of those three words. “You... me?”



“I know I should’ve said something earlier, but-.” Faith’s voice seemed small as it trailed off, and she watched Buffy step forward. Bracing herself for the impact of the blonde’s palm, Faith fought the urge to move away.



But the smack never came. Instead, Buffy had moved closer and was now staring, unbelieving, into brown eyes. The proximity proved unbearable for Faith as she battled with yet another urge.



If she’s going to hate me, I might as well give her a reason. She thought and stepped within inches of the other girl.



“I shouldn’t be doing this.” The private thought broke through and Faith was unaware that she had spoken out loud as her mouth boldly drew closer. But the real shock came when the blonde, oh so subtly, licked her dry lips.



“Yes... yes you should,” Buffy broke past the final inch. The final barrier. She kissed Faith earnestly, relieved that her lips rubbed against skin rather than air.



Needless to say, Faith was a bit taken back by the gesture, but quickly melted into the soft embrace of the blonde’s body.



****



Willow’s breath fogged up the small window in the kitchen door as she grinned at the display. Don’t get it wrong. She was hardly much of a voyeur, but the thought of Buffy finally finding someone, made the redhead’s heart swell. It nearly exploded when she half-turned and caught Tara’s scent before warm arms wrapped around her waist from behind.



“Looks like everything worked out,” Tara smiled, speaking without a trace of her stutter.



“Mmhmm,” Willow snuggled deeper into the blonde.



“Hey people.” The closeness of the greeting, caused the girls to jump in surprise.



“Xander!” Anya yelled, excitedly, her boredom quickly fading. She really needed to find another place to lounge. And if she got her wish, she could get paid at the same time. The wheels in her head began to rotate. She’d definitely have to go back to that thought, but for now, Anya had other things on her mind.



The young woman had been getting a bit envious from watching and hearing about other people’s love-lives, and wanted nothing more than to...



“Let’s go home and have sex.” Thankfully the place was virtually empty, and those who were still around, either didn’t hear or didn’t care about what was going on around them.



“Well, my day was great, honey. How was yours?” The humor was evident as Xander grinned. He had automatically cringed at his girlfriend’s forwardness, but had long ago learned to expect it.



“It isn’t fair,” Anya huffed, completely veering into another topic. “Those two have been making goo-goo eyes at each other all day,” she pointed at Willow and Tara. “And Buffy and Faith are outback getting their jollies off.” She ignored the young man’s surprise, “And dammit, I want my Xander.” The mini tantrum caught the group off-guard. Anya even had the gall to stomp her foot.



The trio stared at the annoyed woman.



“Calm down, Sugar-muffin,” Xander put his hands up cautiously, but Anya growled and rolled her eyes at the pet name. “Snuggle-bunny?” He tried again, and knew he failed when Anya’s eyes grew wide with horror.



“Bunnies?” Anya looked around, slightly delusional. “Evil bunnies... they chew on everything,” she rambled, “Mama bought me some slippers.” The group didn’t know what to make of Anya’s behavior, so they remained silent. “They were so cute... oh... with the tiny, tiny bows and butterflies and-.” Her mood shifted, “Then they got to them.” She finished fiercely and grew silent before gazing at nothing in particular.



No one said a thing, not even Buffy or Faith who were now peeking from the open door. Xander chuckled nervously, “Okay,” he clapped his hands together, “guess it’s time for us to go.”



Stating the obvious, he ushered his quiet, frustrated girlfriend toward the door. Anya twitched and allowed the young man to guide her. Xander looked back and shrugged apologetically before leaving the two bewildered couples behind.



“Um...” was all Tara could muster at first.



“Okay, what the hell just happened?” Buffy frowned. With her hand carefully placed in Faith’s, they joined Willow and Tara near the register.



“Anya’s finally lost her cookies,” Willow quipped, staring as the car drove off.



“A-As we’ve just witnessed,” Tara still looked a little confused. “H-How? Why?” Everyone shrugged, not sure how to explain the young woman’s actions.



“We’re actually surprised by this?” Willow snorted. “It was bound to happen, I knew this day would come,” there was a hint of glee, “She’s wacko, nuts, loony, cracked out, bonkers-…”



“Uh, Will. We get it.” Buffy stopped her best friend, knowing that Willow would continue if she didn’t.



“Right.” The redhead blushed at her behavior and smiled sheepishly.



“Well, one thing’s for certain,” Faith smirked, thinking of how frustrated Anya had seemed, "that girl obviously doesn’t believe in self-gratification." She winked at Buffy.

[intricate mirage]

Onyx



And you are finally back! Yay! That was a great update! Certainly worth the wait Wonder what's up with Anya, she's seems really bugged and flustered. Cheers for Faith and Buffy! I always think of them to be a perfect match Oohh this update has left me hungry for more, so... More please?

Cassie



If I could only hold you now and make the pain just go away

Can't stop the tears from running down my face

I keep trying to find my way but all I know is I'm lost without you

[Washi]

Update! Woo hoo! Finally Faith and Buffy stopped beating around the bush and decided to go for it. I loved Anya's reaction to the word Bunny, and Willow's gleeful description.

More Soon?

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"See? I've mastered this tact crap." Anya in Tears Of The Goddess by Lisa



The course of love doesn’t always run smooth, especially for the neurotic and accident-prone. ~ LadyB



.:Dark-bliss.net :. .:My blog:. .:Blood and Ink:. .:Washi's 70s Site:.

[amazonchyck]

Well...seeing as I just decided to catch on to this wonderful story today, you'll be getting lots 'o feedback all at once!



As Willow pulled from the parking lot, ‘Killing me softly’ by Lauryn Hill started to play, making Buffy cringe and sink further into the backseat. I really didn’t need to hear this right now, she thought as she braced herself for the ride.



(Hilarious!)



Yes,” Tara repeated. “I’d love to,” she beamed. “Okay, great,” Willow smiled back, “great, um I’ll drop you off at your place first, so you can change...not that you need to, I mean, you already look good but um...,” she trailed off.



(Too perfect. I've HAD moments like that!)



Willow looked back and forth between the man and Tara, before finally settling on the stranger with a menacing glare. “Did you just growl?” Buffy whispered so only her friend could hear, but the redhead ignored her and continued to focus on the two individuals.



(Peeing my pants that's so funny!)



“We can sit down,” Willow watched as a few people left the floor. Most of them, alone. “No,” Tara gently pulled Willow’s hand back when the redhead backed away. “Please,” she rubbed her thumb against the other girl’s skin. Willow swallowed hard and rested her other hand on Tara’s hip. The movement pulled them closer, and Tara released the hand she held, to slowly close the gap. Their bodies pressed together, making their breasts touch and their lips, only inches away.



(Hot! That's hot!)



The redhead wiped her damp hands on her skirt as she walked beside Tara. Okay, calm down. Calm down. Willow chanted inside her mind. She’s probably inviting you up for a drink and a little friendly chitchat. She let her eyes drift to Tara’s butt as the blonde stopped at the gate. Yeah, just chitchat.



(Rolling on the floor laughing again. I'm starting to get carpet burn now.).



God, I’m such a pervert. Willow huffed. She kindly invites me into her home and I’m orchestrating soft porn scenes about her.



(But those are the best kind of "kindly invites!")



“Okay, but no funny stuff... I know what this place does to people like me,” she said before disappearing behind the door.



(Go Anya, go Anya! We all know you have a little lesbian in you, just waiting to get out!)



Outside, a group of men and even some women were staring, mouth agape, through the glass. The girls managed a brief smile, through the crimson embarrassment of having been watched.



(Ah hahahahahahahahahaha. BUSTED! Oh well, at least the eating establishment should get more popular - step right up folks, a green plant shake with a side of kissage!)



“I was not!” Willow’s glare fell away as she looked up at Tara, “she was all with the feet... and the toes... and the... I was not!” She repeated. “I thought it was you,” she silently pleaded with the blonde to believe her.



“Well, I didn’t hear you complaining,” a cheeky grin crossed Anya’s face as she got up, “by the way, you might want to invest in a razor. I damn near cut myself on all that bristle,” she muttered and disappeared into the kitchen.

(Okay...note to self...do not read this at work anymore...uncontrolled laughing is bad - it makes explaining to your co-workers difficult!)



“I w-won’t s-say anything,” she reassured, wondering why Faith seemed so stricken about the subtle admission. Tara, on the other hand, thought it was wonderful. And though she hardly knew either of them that well, she did think that Buffy and Faith would make a great couple if they ever decided to pursue a relationship.



“I gotta go,” Faith muttered and got to her feet just as Willow and Buffy returned. “I’ll...uh, I’ll catch you guys later,” she said and quickly headed toward the door.

(Great Buffy/Faith/Tara dynamic!)



“A hand on her shoulder made the blonde jump. “We could always club her over the head and drag her out back, if you want.” Anya whispered, seriously. It was plain to see that she and Willow weren’t exactly the best of friends, but Anya still remembered the bout of depression that the redhead had went through when Leah left.



(I love Anya!)



“Oh, you know,” Willow motioned with her hands, “cooking... doing inventory,” trying to pry the backdoor open or stuff herself in the cabinets, “the usual.”

(HAHAHAHAHA!)





(In short - love the story - well worked interactions, will be interesting to see how you keep up tension



amazonchyck

[sam darls]

I'm loving this so much. Great update. Love sammi xx

[bluewillowwitch]

onyxsundrops ,

I love this fic! It was sooooo worth the wait! YAY! Buffy and Faith are together. and seem to be really happy and I'm glad. They are so cute together. I love FAith's coment:

Quote:

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"One thing is for certain"...."that girl doen't belive in self gratification."

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I loved that. Can't wait to more. Update soon, please?





Grace

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"Fate keeps on happening."--Anita Loos

[SJ]

Great that Faith told Buffy how she feels about her

Great update

[littlecrazy80]

This update was fantastic. You gotta love Anya for her bluntness.



*lil´c*

I´m an actress... I don´t pee. Amber in Augsburg



Check this out

[onyxsundrops]

Thanks to everyone for reading and/or replying! It's greatly appreciated.

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intricate mirage- I always thought B/F were a great match as well. A/X are okay too, but I'm all for Willow and Tara. Thanks for the feedback!



Washi-Thanks! At first, I wasn't too sure on how to work Anya's bunny-phobia into the story, so I made it a bit cryptic. Then again, you can never really understand that girl, so it fit perfectly.



amazonchyck-Thanks for the lots 'o feedback! A lot of the lines you quoted were my favorite ones, too.



sam darls-Thanks, I'm really glad you like the fic.



bluewillowwitch- Thanks for the responses! Faith's comment was a bit of a last minute add-in. I wanted to give a little subtle reason why Anya was so frustrated.



SJ- Thanks! The F/B thing was bound to happen sooner or later. I just chose sooner.



littlecrazy80- Thanks for the comments. Anya's bluntness is one of the main reasons why I like writing her.

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The next update is almost finished (maybe by thurs). Up next: Willow, Tara, Dinner.... oh and everyone else.



Yvonne

[Fuzz WT]

It's so sweet! They all are so cute! Really!



I'm so glad that B/F finally got it going! I was rooting for them too long! Willow was so funny on “cooking... doing inventory,” bit



And yeah...gotta love that Anya!



MORE. SOON. PLEASE.



*Fuzz*

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Hey! You're gonna back off! She said no and that's it. ~ TARA

[onyxsundrops]

*Thanks Fuzz*



Food For Thought Part 19



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“Hey Willow, you might want to get your deposit back from the psych-ward,” Buffy said as she joined the others in cleaning up for the night. “Anya’s going to be fine.” She had just finished calling Xander for any information on his girlfriend’s condition. “He didn’t say what was wrong with her. And all I could hear was someone moaning, ‘Captain Hard-hat’, in the background, and then the line went dead.”



The blonde chef stopped and thought about what she’d just said, before a look of horror crossed her features. The same look mirrored on Tara and Willow’s faces, but the redhead added a visible shudder.



“Why don’t you like Anya?” Tara broached the subject as they continued cleaning, “I m-mean, besides her lack of tact.” Her fingers brushed across the broomstick in Willow’s hand while the manager swept the floor.



“Do I have to give just one reason?” Willow muttered, her eyebrows drew up in concentration as she collected the fallen crumbs from the ground.



“Oh, s-she isn’t that bad,” Tara smiled, remembering Anya’s tempting proposal when Leah had been in town. When Willow raised an ‘are you kidding me’ eyebrow at her, a wild idea suddenly popped into Tara’s mind.



“We should all go out sometime.” She was a little surprised that she was suggesting any sort of social gathering, especially since it was the very thing she often steered clear of in high school. “T-Tomorrow night?”



Willow had stopped sweeping and stared incredulously from Buffy’s agreeing nod, to her partner’s gentle eyes.



“I’d rather parade around four dozen people, singing the Flashdance theme song, in my underwear.” The redhead said, somewhat serious.



“It was the only song I knew.” Buffy whined, her face scrunching into a childish frown as she protested. “And anyway, that might actually be fun,” she backtracked. “I mean, the going out part.” She rid her mind of the old flashback from elementary school, and changed back to the subject.



Faith had left awhile ago, having remembered that she had a few errands to run, and Buffy couldn’t wait to see the brunette again. A public place wasn’t exactly what she was presently fishing for, but being with the other woman in public... as a couple, was equally pleasing. She frowned. At least she hoped that they were officially a couple now, especially after their kitchen smoochies.



Tara playfully nudged her girlfriend, waiting for the redhead’s answer. Willow bit her lip and looked into the clear eyes before her. It was going to be torture. Pure torture. But one glance into Tara’s penetrating blue orbs, and Willow was lost.



“Okay, but just this one night.” She softened under Tara’s gaze. Buffy shook her head at her smitten best friend, and smiled to herself. At the response, Tara’s face lit up and she placed a soft, satisfying kiss against Willow’s cheek before getting back to work.



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The next night came rather quickly, much to Willow’s disappointment. The day had gone well enough. Customers came and went, some of which Willow noticed to be regulars, and others as first timers. Either way, business was great, so why was the redhead so frustrated as she fumbled with her wraparound skirt.



“Okay, so first you wrap, then you clip.” Buffy’s head poked in from the hallway to Willow’s room. The sighs and muttered words coming from the room had caught Buffy’s attention, so she went to see what the problem was.



The blonde watched, amused, as her best friend once again tried to fasten the skirt. But the light material Willow was fussing with, looked more like the toga from hell rather than a simple skirt.



“Screw it, I’m wearing slacks,” the redhead finally balled the skirt up and threw it back into the closet before grabbing the caramel colored slacks. She donned the suede material with a cream turtleneck and a pair of brown boots.



“Aww,” Buffy chuckled. “Listen, Willow, I know you’re not too big on this whole dinner thing, but it’ll only be for a few hours. And Tara will be there.” She knew she had her roommate’s attention now.



After a Tara-less evening the previous night, the redhead felt as if she were having withdrawal symptoms. The couple had chosen to spend the night apart, to give each other a little breathing room, though it was something neither girl really wanted. Except that lately, Willow had been feeling a little guilty for neglecting her best friend time with Buffy. It had been awhile since they had their usual ‘best friends’ day’, so they decided to plan for something later in the week.



However, just because Willow couldn’t physically see her lover, doesn’t mean the two didn’t find other ways to be together. The redhead blushed as she remembered waking up with the phone practically glued to her face. A result of too much drool the night before.



Buffy playfully rolled her eyes, having some clue as to what caused her friend to blush so deep. Earlier in the morning, the only greeting she had for Willow had been, “thin walls,” before she grouchily dragged herself to the bathroom.



“So are you ready now?” Buffy glanced at her watch while Willow combed her hair back into a ponytail. Knowing that she’d see Faith, the cook rummaged through her closet and had picked the most revealing outfit she could find. Which really wasn’t that hard to do.



“Yeah,” Willow nodded, checking herself over again. Satisfied with what she saw, the two headed out.



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(Note: The song lyrics are from Euphoria (Firefly) by Delerium)



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And I have loved

And I have served

And I have sinned

But I have learned

As long as you are true

To the life that you live

This is the time to feel love



Love. Tara couldn’t stop smiling as she stood in front of her bedroom mirror while the song flowed through the speakers. Did she love Willow? Or was it too soon to be thinking about that? A small part of her mind questioned the growing feeling in her heart. Well, you didn’t exactly wait a whole millisecond before jumping in the sack, Tara. The other part of herself countered, causing the blonde to redden.



I feel a stirring deep within

Slowly picking up momentum

Like a tide coming in to shore

Over and under in its course

This feeling emblazed inside



Singing along as she put her earrings on, the blonde felt her stomach flutter from memories of that night, and every night which followed.



Every nerve like a firefly

Hovering above me

Glow, Glow

Glowing divine

Every nerve like a firefly



Arms wrapped around her waist as she swayed to the music. Soft lips nuzzled her neck, moving slowly up and around, inspired by the cadence of the song. No words were spoken as Willow pressed into her partner from behind, her breast gently forming into Tara’s back. The blonde’s breath hitched as she felt the redhead’s moist tongue tracing along her jaw-line. Blunt teeth decorated her earlobes with light bites and wet licks. Trembling, Tara could feel long eyelashes tickle her cheekbones, sending waves of pleasure to her core.



Every nerve like a firefly

This feeling emblazed inside

Every nerve like a firefly

I never want to lose

What I have finally found



“Willow.” Tara turned, her mouth yearning to taste... air? The spell was broken. Her lover’s arms disappeared into a spiral of clouds. The blonde looked around, dizzy and confused, until a car horn sounded again, reminding her of where she was.



There’s a requiem

A new congregation

And it’s telling me



Regaining some of her composure, she checked herself over a final time.



Go forward and walk

Under a brighter sky



Tara waved and smiled down to the car in the parking lot before grabbing her keys.



Every nerve, glowing like a firefly

Glow, Glow, Divine

Glow, Glow, Divine

Every nerve like a firefly, glowing

Every nerve like a firefly, glow

Glow



She shut the door, remembering to leave the light on.



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The group of six packed into the circular table just beyond the main entrance of the crowded restaurant.



“Hi, my name is Rosalyn, and I’ll be your waiter for the night.” The waiter greeted the group with menus’ and beverages. The young woman was attractive, with dark red hair and bluish gray eyes. They all smiled at the newcomer, but some of the smiles lingered a little too long.



Mistaking Faith’s appreciative glance toward the waiter as flirting, Buffy frowned and looked down at the outfit she had chosen for the night. She had noticed the brunette’s slack-jaw expression upon meeting her outside the restaurant, but now it seemed that the effects were wearing off.



“I had fun last night,” Tara whispered next to Willow’s ear, her finger unconsciously drew circles on the redhead’s thigh. Willow stiffened, too caught in the movement to respond.



“What happened last night?” Eavesdropping Anya curiously inquired. She was sitting on Tara’s other side, and with a bit of straining, happened to hear what the blonde said.



Tara eyes’ grew wide and her hand sprung back onto her own lap. Willow smiled, wondering if she should actually tell Anya the truth.



Well Anya, last night, Tara brought me to an earthshattering orgasm that was so good, that the entire phone company needed a smoke. Deciding against the truth, Willow played coyly and allowed a secret smile to play across her lips.



“Nothing. W-We, um...” Tara bit her lip in embarrassment.



“You had sex.” Anya loudly concluded, knowing the obvious signs all too well.



“They weren’t even together last night.” Buffy rolled her eyes before shyly glancing at Faith. The young woman had been staring at her, openly showing the happiness in her eyes.



“They had phone-sex.” The blonde tried again. Bingo! A red light clicked on in her head when Willow and Tara stammered and looked down. “Ooh, that’s-.”



“So guys, I’ve been thinking about dyeing my hair,” Buffy interrupted, giving her friends some much needed help by changing the subject.



“What color?” Xander asked, also glad for the topic change. Sitting at a table full of women, lesbians no less, was starting to get to him in ways that Anya wouldn’t appreciate.



“Red.” Buffy frowned at the silence. “What? I’d look nice with red hair.” She looked to her redheaded best friend for support, but Willow’s eyebrows were nearly pushed into her hairline.



Faith scratched and tilted her head, trying to picture Buffy with auburn tresses, but unfortunately, it wasn’t working. All of her fantasies included a blonde Buffy, and she was in no hurry to change them.



“You, with red hair?” Anya cackled. “Yeah, if you strap firecrackers to her roots and let me light the fuse.” Xander groaned and dropped his head in one hand.



“Well, if you go any blonder, you’re gonna float.” Buffy glared. Tara choked on her water and felt Willow’s soothing hand rub her back.



“Whatever Sparky.” Anya scoffed.



“Look Anya, it’s dark outside! Shouldn’t you be out stealing souls by now?” Buffy shot back. The remaining four at the table watched the verbal squabble go back and forth, none of them knowing when nor if they should cut in.



“What’s that supposed to mean?” Anya looked around at the others before focusing back on Buffy.



“Oh, that’s right.” The blonde cook snapped her fingers. “Couldn’t grasp that one with all the air in your head, could you?”



Anya’s jaw dropped, but just as she was about to fire another insult, the waiter came back to their table. After taking their orders, Rosalyn scurried off, having seen the death glares that two of her customers were giving each other.



“Maybe this wasn’t s-such a g-good idea,” Tara spoke quietly, as she stared at her lap.



“Oh no Tara,” Xander waved his hand, trying to ease the young woman’s negative thoughts, “they’re always bickering this way. It’s kind of like a Wednesday night ritual.” He meaningfully nudged his girlfriend’s leg.



“Right,” Anya dropped her daggers, “I’m always like this with Sparky.” She forced an even smile.



“Uh, enough with the hair jokes please.” Willow cut in before Buffy could respond. The blonde dismissed Anya’s jab, finally noticing that Faith hadn’t said anything since they arrived. She made a note to speak to the brunette about it later, when they had more privacy.



Shortly after their meals arrived, the group ate in a peaceful silence... at least for the moment.

[FIRESIGN]

Very cute! Can't wait to read more! Keep up the good work!



-Cin aka FIRESIGN

[Tempest Duer]

Who's gonna break the silence?



I can't believe I missed an update! But hey, I got to read two at once! Yay!



Nice job, Onyx. Very nice job.

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

~Remember to Breathe by Yellow Crayon

[amazonchyck]

I love the "Sparky" comment But I think I like it better for Willow than Buffy. Oh well...at least there's some "sparky"-ness going on So...I wonder what Faith is thinking, hmm? Oh...and love the Delirium - that's a great, sexy song.



amazonchyck

[SJ]

Love Anya's comments

Great update

[Fuzz WT]

'Sparky'?



And this sex phone thing is so hot. ( even if I dying to know the detail but I guess that's not gonna happen! *grumble* )



LOVE IT!



*Fuzz*

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Hey! You're gonna back off! She said no and that's it. ~ TARA