Re: New Fic - Above, Between, Below

[deixs]

What a beautifulk update!!!



Stef

[dekalog]

That was lovely - thanks

[samiamiguess]

Wonderful portrayal of their nervousness combined with their confidence of their feelings for each other. As usual you've expressed it so well.



Sorry to be a pain but I rather love this, more please?!

Sonya

[Insanity]

Colorful rivers pooled at their feet; they stood in the last vestiges of a rainbow.



Ohh, soo beautiful..it made me shiver..

Great work..



Insanity

"Nobody messes with my girl!" Tara, Bargaining

[Marilda]

This is an awesome fic. Your way with words is extraordinary. Usually when reading a story one tries to find one in which the words flow and the characterization seems real, yours does that, while at the same time elavating itself to the status of poetry. Wonderful job.

[Tulipp]

Really beautiful. I love the way you began this last chapter, with this birds' eye or long-historical view of this paint-covered event. It seems to fit with today's daily thread...what was a moment when everything changed? And really, the language here is lovely: the images of water and rainbows and pooling emotion, "The Stare," the way they reach for one another. You describe just enough and never too much, and that makes your writing so satisfying to read. Thanks.

"And I'm eating this banana. Lunchtime be damned!" -- Willow in "Doppelgangland

[mollyig]

they were abandoned to enchantment.



That was a truly lovely chapter, just teeming with sensation. Thanks.

---

I happen to think mine is the level head,
and yours is the one things would roll off of.

[RalSt31]

Your powers of description and imagery are remarkable.



This was a hauntingly memorable update



RalSt

[barnabasvamp]

Absolutely beautiful description of their "discovery" of each other.

The first looks, the feelings inside, and the progression into each other. WOW

BV

"In front of total strangers won't you kiss me, Flowers for no reason but you miss me - OOH, I wanna be in love"

Melissa Etheridge-Skin

[tiger17]

Fantastic updates, I love the way you describe the two of them....great job. Can't wait until the next updates

[SilverWingedNemesis]

I LOVE THIS!!



CAN'T wait for more!!











~NICKOLE~

[4evaWill]

I'm starting to forget what words sound like.



*In a state of amazement offers chocolate smothered kisses and chocolate vodka bonbons*



I'll go for the easier subject... chocolate.



I'm being deadly serious here when I say I am completely blambustered. More than that. Wonderfully, astoundingly blambustered. You do it every single time, always leaving me speechless, and boy, I love it!!



You manage to capture them just right, their actions, what they say... WOW is all that I can say.



Also, I'm not leaving this board. I'm staying right here, equipped with chocolate and snugglies and... other things... until I get an update.



Nuh-uh, I'm not demanding. I'm a patient girl. I am. Take your time...



I loved it. So much for being speechless, hey?!!

Cath

Tara: No, I-I understand. You have to be with the person you l-love.

Willow: I am.

[The Rose24]

TM,



Don't you think it is a little too soon?

Tara: My heart doesn't stutter.


Tara: Willow, I got so lost.

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

[Sister Bertrille]

I am not usually a big fan of rainbows – Roz Chast calls them, along with peacocks and fall foliage, “kitsch in nature” – but this rainbow:

Quote:

---

Colorful rivers pooled at their feet; they stood in the last vestiges of a rainbow.

---

perhaps because it is not found in nature, is all the more natural for it, and beautiful.



As for this:

Quote:

---

Though there were witnesses (several of whom went on to high-paying careers in the media industry

---

Wendy?

Quote:

---

and at least four who died of ‘jugular rupture,’ a common cause of death among Sunnydale residents at the time)

---

Wendy!!



Finally, you are far too modest:

Quote:

---

…no one bothered to record the event. Not a single one wrote of it in their journal or in letters home; and though the details were whispered among the school’s populace, in time, the specifics were lost.

---

This reader, happily soaking in the specifics, begs to differ…



SB

[RaiStarr]

Wow...





Rai

[Twisted Minstrel]

Good morning (or afternoon or evening, however this finds you) kittens...I'm working (when I'm not working) on the final chapter, and will hopefully have it up by the end of the week. On to the feedback...



WiccansIllusion - I'm sorry. Really and truly. Some things never evolve the way you expect them to. Some things aren't always what they seem....but I guess I owe you one now, huh?



Little M - Thank you muchly!



Stef - Thank you for sticking with it - we appreciate your patronage!



dekalog - You are most welcome!



Sonya - You're not a pain. That's my boss' job.



Insanity - Shiver, eh? One of my life's goals has been a accomplished!! Yay me!!! Or...er...something...



Marilda - *Blush* You're too generous, and thank you. I fear I'm not really worthy of it.



Tulipp - I thought that thread was interesting too...I've recently had such an experience and I'm curious to see how it affects the end of the story (well...the story never ends, does it?). Thank you!



Mollyig - Glad you like - and you're a mega witch! Kudos!



RalSt - *Still blushing* Again, thank YOU. I'm pleased you like.



BV - Vixen! I like the way *you* put things: "progression into each other." That's very nice, too. And very true. Thank you muchly!



Tiger17 - Thanks, Tiger (I just like saying that!)...one more update to go, m'afraid. I'll try to make it a big one for ya.



Nickole - It loves you too, sweetie....but, um, y'know...not like that.



Cath - What can I say? I've forgotten what words sound like, too. Must be getting old....I'm curious, though....what 'other things?'



TheRose24 - I'm sorry...too soon for what? Tea? Yeah, I guess it is kind of early...



Sister Bertrille - Honestly, not a rainbow fan, either. I might have better described it as a 'liquid prism' or something. I will confirm one of your guesses....poor Wendy. Jugular rupture. They got Wendy. *snicker* Think I'm modest, huh? I'll have you know I walked into this thread completely naked. Less childishly, though, thank you so much for your considered comments regarding this story. It's meant a great deal. Cheers!



Rai - monosyllabic. I like. Muchly. Thank you for reading!



Thank you all in fact...I should be back before Friday with the last bit. In the meantime, hugs and kisses all round...help yourself. I have and abundance.



Piper

[Puff]

Just wanted too say what a wonderful story this is. I have had time recently (due to bone breakages) to catch up on fiction and was lucky enough to start reading this one. Anyway I absolutly loveit , the images are wonderful and the wording is so different from other NC-17 fics out there that it has been a real pleasure. Looking forward to more and seeing where the story goes.

---

I could crap a better existence than this.
My view on season severed.

[tkheaven]

the last three paragraphs...amazing, I think I was in a trance imagining this

Tk's new and improved "GrrArgg"...Tk's Heaven

---

"I've become really protective of her. I want to make sure if Tara comes back, it's for good reason." -Amber Benson
Tara ate her, devoured her from beneath. -The Edge of Silence giving new meaning to this season's catch phrase.
"Got it: that's a 'yes' to petals; a 'no' to pricks. I should remember that more often." -On Second Thought

[SlayerSydney]

I just caught up with this fic and wanted to let you know that I am really enjoying it.



I can't wait to read more.



Shower scene... *giggles*

---

Introspection must be HELL for you.A bank loan officers comment to me a few years ago.

"There's nothing left to talk about, Unless it's horizontally." Physical--Olivia Newton-John

[EffieBlue]

That was beautiful.



A lovely update and wonderfully written.

[Twisted Minstrel]

*Slouches into the thread, sheepish*



Sorry, not an update...but soon, I promise, really and truly...just wanted to thank the following:



Puff - Bone breakages? I hope you are doing better...may I offer you some chocolate? I find it helps. *Offers Puff a tin of fudge* A note on the NC-17 thing...very controversial with me. I was among those annoyed when this rating first came out. NC-17 is X, right? To me, X is pornography and I do NOT write pornography. Smut, while being smutty, isn't pornography in my book either. Love can be smutty, love can be poetry...love can be smutty poetry. However, this is an *adult* fic and the next chapter will leave that in no doubt. Thank you for taking the time to reply...be well!



TKHeaven - Snap out of it!!! Thank you muchly! Um...hope that wasn't boredom, though, your trance-thing...



Slayer Sydney - Thank you for posting! Glad you enjoy! Cheers!



Effieblue - Very kind of you to say...thank you for reading!



The final chapter...48 hours.



Thank you all,



Piper

[tkheaven]

Nope. No boredom here. More me floating through that door marked "Willow & Tara - All Kittens Welcomed"

laalalaaalaaa

Tk's new and improved "GrrArgg"...Tk's Heaven

---

"I've become really protective of her. I want to make sure if Tara comes back, it's for good reason." -Amber Benson
Tara ate her, devoured her from beneath. -The Edge of Silence giving new meaning to this season's catch phrase.
"Got it: that's a 'yes' to petals; a 'no' to pricks. I should remember that more often." -On Second Thought

[Twisted Minstrel]

Tk - you are always welcome...



Piper

"Human kind cannot bear much reality." - T.S. Eliot

[TareBearRS]

I am loving this fic. Glad Willow went back to get Tara.



But the way you ended the shower scene, sweet as it was it just cruel!!!



Hope for more goodness soon.



R.

[miawillow]

I just want to apologize for taking so long to tell you what an awesome job you are doing. Every new update leaves me feeling weak in the knees. Being a hopeless romantic, I think you have created what every person should hope to find. Thanks for sharing.

Tara: Every time I... even at my worst, you always make me feel special. How do you do that?
Willow: Magic

[xita]

I just read this and lucky me, I got all those parts at once. This fic is something special, you manage to transport the reader to this special world, your words magical, they enchant. Something very special about the way you write people's thoughts. It broke my heart the way you described Tara's devestation when Willow took off after the all night make out session. And speaking of making out, that scene filled my mind with such wonderful images of lust and love and paint . Another strenght is your Willow babble, many attempt but without saying the words, you deliver.

Quote:

---

Inwardly, Willow began scolding herself: I’m pushing things, I’m moving too fast, I just had my hand in her pants this morning and now I’m mapping out the rest of our lives…she must think I’m some numpty-headed pemsnit-something…oh God! I’ve forgotten how to speak English!

---

Cutetest thing ever.

-------------------------------

Buffy?

Let's change it, the Discovery channel has koala bears.

[Rane]

aw, the smut/nc-17... NC-17 is not X, piper. dont think that! ... the ratings were changed because of that insuation... X is pornography what double and tripple X mean i have no clue... (if you want info on the rating system: www.mpaa.org/movieratings...tent5.htm)



the problem with these ratings is that they were set up as guidelines for parents re: movies... (NC-17 and X should be completely separated and i think that's the best thing MPAA has done in a long time. Their criterias totally blow my mind though... you can see a girls yoni and it's considered R but a guys weiner is automatically an NC-17)



Do you consider Showgirls (NC-17) to be pornography? (i mean, some do... but it's more of a teaser than porn) Or Crash? Or Two girls and a Guy where all they do is talk about themselves and have one sex scene? (i think it was one)



but in the end it's up to you and how comfortable you are writing or reading nc-17/smut... we all have different views on this topic (check out the thread on the main board) but feel free to write as much as you care to write cause this is one adorable story that truly is a great read. and telling from how you've written the earlier non sexual parts the sexual parts i'm sure will be just as magnificent and delish.

"We're forgetting about the troll.
Let's pay attention to the troll." Tara, Triangle

Edited by: Rane018 at: 12/14/02 12:39:09 pm

[Twisted Minstrel]

*Drags withered carcass into the thread, gloomy*



Sorry kittens, no update just yet - my laptop had a nervous breakdown and took the update with it. I'm re-building the hard drive, and if we're lucky, I'll have it back by tomorrow. *Crosses fingers, holds breath*



But I'll take this opportunity to thank you all again, including the following:



TareBearRS - You made me smile today. Yes, I am cruel. But it's not over yet. Thanks for reading!



MiaWillow - Weak kneed, huh? Might want to sit down for the next update...: --> Is my story romantic? Mmm...I thought it was more of an existential dissertation on the fundamental immutability of microdots. Of course, I could be wrong...



Xita - What can I say? I'm not worthy. Thank you so much for taking the time to read and comment; I'm just overwhelmed with the response this tale has received thus far. It's been exhausting work, and it feels like its paid off in some most unusual way. I'm compelled to add, as well, that this story wouldn't exist without the Kitten board, so I thank you for that, too.



Rane - Interesting comment here. I'm not sure I intended my comparision of NC-17 to X to be anything but a subjective, personal opinion. A vague disclaimer's nobody's friend, right? Also - you don't want to know my opinion of Showgirls, believe me. Thanks for reading!



Well, it's way too early to go to bed now...maybe I'll work on my HD for a while..



Thanks again all,



Piper

"Human kind cannot bear much reality." - T.S. Eliot

[Twisted Minstrel]

Hello Kittens! Remember me? Well, computer all better now - too bad the update went tthpt. In any event, I've been re-writing and here's a bit of it.



The Alchemist



For Cath….your spoon is waiting.



“I would you were as I would have you be.”



-        William Shakespeare, Twelfth Night





The water had gone cold and the shivers had set in; trembling, glistening eyes jaspered at one another, longing and fear streaming off their ruddy cheeks.



Where would they go? To move would be a decision, to make a decision would be a step closer to knowing and to know was to be.



Did they know?



Tara’s thoughts swam defiantly upstream, making esoteric leaps from river to rock; each dive was a question she could only guess at. Did Willow love her? Where they in love? Is this just a phase, a mistake?



Is anything a mistake? Or is everything perpetual discovery, perpetual touching and reaching for something, waiting to be touched by someone else.



Is she just using me to get over him? Does she see me? Do I want her to?



Her struggling anxieties lapsed to an eddy as Willow’s arms slipped around her waist, palms spread flat against her hips, running lazy circles over the small of her back, and lower, to the soft cushion just below and back again.



This is so nice.



Willow’s lips tasted of apples and cinnamon; she felt starved, and lapped greedily from Willow’s tongue. Her thirst unquenched and growing more profound and fearful her newfound Will well would run dry. Afraid Will might change her mind at any moment.



She had never held so tightly to anything; her fingers clutched through the damp, apple-colored locks, crimping and combing, unable to find the right angle, the right hold.



With a ferocity she had never felt before in her life, Tara pushed them out of the freezing stream, pushing Willow against the cold tile of the stall; every inch of herself pressed against the hacker, pushing further, grinding as their lips found no succor, no relief, tongues and fingers wet, entwined like ropes of fire. Her thighs cupped Willow’s, aching and pushing, harder against the other girl, hungry, like their kisses, with lips less used to force, no less soft or wet. Her nipples, painfully erect, stabbed at Willow’s chest, demanding entry, demanding an answer.



Their moans startled them; Willow’s head drew back, a small snap against the wall as she forced herself from Tara’s onslaught. Her eyes were wild with fear. Breathless, she turned her ear to the entrance.



“Listen. Listen.”



They were not alone.



They could hear the slippery padding of bare feet on the cement floor, the rustle of removed clothing then water rushing through a pipe. The temperature was dropping. Their arms wound over their chests, like children caught in the act of stealing, ashamed and so afraid.



There was no where to go. Tara turned away first, her pulse hammering through her veins, through the very core of her, anxious to get anywhere, get away, just to be left alone, empty-handed. She wanted to squeeze her thighs together, just to relieve the ache a little, like she did as a girl, when no one was looking. But Willow was looking.



She gathered her clothes to her; she didn’t want to be seen, yet she wanted everyone to know. She could sense the other girl; sense her listening, aware of something happening. What was wrong with them? Why should they be ashamed? Shouldn’t they be laughing, running naked from there? For a moment she saw it, hand in hand, dripping, bare-skinned through the halls, laughing and kissing, uncaring who cared.



Confused, Willow reached for the blonde, her lips forming a name, two delicious syllables, only a whisper emerged; no response as Tara dressed, her clothes sticking to her body, her hair dripping over her shoulders, running away.



The loneliest feeling in the world whispered in Willow’s ear; she struggled into her soaked clothes, hugging herself, she stayed low, her head bowed.



She had to think.



Tara freaked because she didn’t want to be caught.

Do we have to be so careful?

What am I talking about?

I’m not even talking, I’m not saying anything, I’m just poking around, soaking wet, thinking about this girl. Yay me. I have mastered the dangerous art of self-examination. I am one with the universe. They should give me a prize.



A Tara-shaped prize.



She broke into a run; Tara had disappeared. Approximately 1 minute and 47 seconds later, she had reached her room, changed her clothes and was promptly struck dumb by an overwhelming epiphany.



Actually, she’d already had this epiphany, but there was more to it this time.



She couldn’t put it into words or write it down, but it most certainly involved the revelation of Naked Tara. In her arms. Wet. Naked. Girl. Tara. Tara’s nipples, lips and…ahem; the large and the small of her, endlessly circling her, waiting to pounce at any moment. Dangerous?



Only days before, no, maybe months, or possibly a year, had she been a completely different person. It may have been hours ago, one single hour. Lying over her desk her latest experiment - and Giles’ latest worry.



Willow had been attracted to magic not for the draw of power or the use of spell-casting in her life as a Scooby. Early on Willow noticed the curious confluence of coincidence in the language of symbols both inherent in magic and science. Perhaps they were more alike?



Giles thought her growing preoccupation with combining the two was a recipe for disaster. She was too young. She didn’t know what she was dealing with. Invoking spells with scientific precision, upon observation seemed too casual for the worried Watcher. He adored Willow like a daughter; saw himself in her, his own reckless youth. Why did Willow have to be the same?



Pulling a dark-colored sweater over her head, Willowed dropped to her chair and gazed at the luminescent screen of her laptop. The Rosenberg Grimoire (as she called it) was open before her, the striking glyphs and characters familiar to science and magic dancing elegantly about one another, seeking opposites that actually formed a very real thing. This was the beginning: combing the old with the new, something dangerous; something unknown and waiting. Her heart ignored the warnings. There was beauty here and truth.



It’s all in the numbers, she thought. It’s all patterns and relationships, form and symmetry. Balance. Pairing disparate objects and codes to find new sources, or make better ones. Alchemy.



Her fingers grazed the keyboard, remembering Tara’s pliant flesh; someone was speaking. Someone was trying to say something to her, but her mind was too far ahead; she had found the Philosopher’s Stone. The secret no one could have known and it filled her body with liquid warmth, with emotion, memories of fruit-sweet kisses still burning her lips. The only magic. Tara.

"Human kind cannot bear much reality." - T.S. Eliot

Edited by: Twisted Minstrel at: 12/18/02 10:23:02 pm

[WiccansIllusion]

Well worth the wait Piper...definetly..more please? hehe

Tara nodded in agreement "She has magic fingers." TheWisdom of War, Chris Golden



You dont really think this is like, Psycho Buffy Cheer Squad central, do you?-Xita ala Julia "Lessons Parody"