First comments and then the update (Part 35 of 36 in case you are wondering).
Kytzya - Glad to make you so happy. I hope your friend was at least amused at your antics.
Karen - Glad that you were able to read the update. I’m sorry that you are having such a hard year. At least you have DCP to come home to when it works. Yes, reconciling the two Taras was one of my major intentions in this story so I’m glad it seemed to work.
Grace - Motherhood is wonderful. He’s growing so fast that it’s almost scary. Completely gorgeous and a little flirt already. Yes, the family is great and I’m glad you liked the inclusion of the rings. Your update starts now…
Title – Paths Diverged/Divulged Part 35 –
Back where We Started FromAuthor – JustSkipit - Debra
Spoilers –Season 6
Rating – Part 35 – R
Disclaimer – Guess what… I don’t own W&T, Buffy or the rest of the BtVS crew. Any similarity to actual persons living or dead is purely coincidental and fortunate.
Disclaimer II - The wonderful song in this part is by Sarah McLaughlin. It’s off Afterglow which I highly recommend.
Thoughts in italics“Oh God,” Tara moaned, “r-right there..” She leaned her head back, exposing her neck to Willow’s avid attention.
The redhead grinned as she slowed her progress up her lover’s neck. She’d spent nearly the entire drive to the hotel teasing and flirting with Tara and knew the blonde was ready to make love. It wasn’t that Willow wasn’t ready herself but she so enjoyed teasing the blonde, that it was worth it to drag out their pleasure. The girl, so recently innocent, was even more outspoken when she was extremely aroused. “Is that all, baby?” Willow whispered with a smirk on her face.
Tara feigned innocence once again: “That feels so good, Willow.” She knew what Willow wanted to hear. A few times during their lovemaking Willow had teased and aroused her to the point that she had used “spicy talk,” surprising even herself. The first time she had slapped her hand quickly over her own mouth and blushed red in embarrassment; however, Willow had not reacted with disgust. Quite the opposite: she appeared to take the words as a challenge-one for which she was completely ready.
“What feels good?” Willow hinted as she ran her hands up and down Tara’s sides, scooting her shirt up with the backs of her hands.
“You want to k-know what feels good?” Tara whispered as she gently rolled to press her body on top of the redhead’s.
Willow smirked as she brought their lips together. Pulling back to run the tip of her tongue along Tara’s lips she answered, “Yes love. What feels good?” She ran her hand along Tara’s hip. “Am I close?”
“You want to know?” the blonde teased.
The redhead’s words didn’t seem to agree with her movements as she shrugged non-committally: “Only if you want to tell me.” In the meantime, she slipped her hand under Tara’s blouse, palming her breast as the girl groaned in response.
“Oh god, Willow,” Tara almost shouted as her nipple instantly hardened, straining against the silk of her bra. She was just about to share her wishes with the redheaded witch when both girls lifted their heads to stare at the cell phone suddenly playing “The Eyes of Texas” and vibrating on the nightstand. “You’ve got to b-be kidding me,” Tara groaned as she reached for the offending article.
Before the blonde could put her hand around her cell phone, Willow picked it up. “Nope,” she declared, hitting the silence and then decline button, “we don’t need to talk to Eliza right now.” She dropped Tara’s phone back on the table and used her now free hand to begin working her lover’s other breast.
Tara arched her back as she reveled in the attention Willow was paying to her body. “G-g-good choice,” she whimpered. Again she opened her mouth to tell her lover what she wanted, only to hear “Jingle Bells” playing on Willow’s phone.
“In the spirit of the h-holidays,” she teased as the redhead again reached out for the phone.
“Take a hint,” Willow muttered at the phone as she repeated her earlier actions by declining the call. “Now where was I?” she whispered as she lifted Tara’s shirt over her head and began to unhook her bra.
“Right there!” Tara’s voice rose at the end of her confirmation in response to the feel of Willow’s lips wrapping themselves around her nipple. “Definitely right there,” she whimpered as she lifted her hips, attempting to rub against the redhead’s thigh.
“What do you want?” Willow asked as she began to transfer her lips to Tara’s other breast.
Tara lifted her mouth to the redhead’s ear, letting her know that she would indeed be telling her exactly what she wanted. “I w-w-want you to…” she dragged out her answer to tease Willow back.
The knocking on the door caused both witches to stop mid kiss and look toward the door as if it were causing the offense. Actually pounding would be a better description of the sound echoing from the thick wood. “Open the door!” Eliza’s voice shouted.
“Arggghhh!” Willow moaned as she dropped her forehead onto Tara’s shoulder. She rolled off her lover and started toward the door before leaning back to kiss her lovingly. “We’ll definitely come back to this later,” she whispered.
“Count on it,” Tara agreed as she refastened her bra and pulled down her shirt. Deciding that smoothing her hair would be virtually impossible, she put it in a ponytail just as Willow reached the door and opened it.
“Ever hear of calling first?” the redhead asked as Eliza and Michelle entered the room.
“Sorry about that,” Michelle mumbled as she nodded toward the bathroom and went through the door.
“We called,” Eliza mouthed off as she grabbed a handful of nuts off the table.
“Ever hear of calling and waiting for someone to answer first?” Willow amended her earlier question. “And where did you call from? The elevator?”
“The phone wouldn’t work in the elevator,” Michelle answered as she emerged from the bathroom, “we stood in the hallway.” She looked around the room and nodded her head: “This is pretty nice.”
“Yeah, isn’t it?” Tara agreed as she rubbed Willow’s lower back. Both witches had agreed that even through most of their friends, including Eliza and Michelle, were staying at the Royal Arms for homecoming, they would stay at another hotel.
“Y’all ready to go?” Eliza asked as she picked up Willow’s jacket and appeared to look around for Tara’s.
“Go where?” Willow answered, completely confused about the schedule. “I thought the career/college fair was tomorrow morning and the dance tomorrow night?”
Michelle picked up Tara’s jacket and helped the blonde into it while Willow was pulling on her own with a confused look on her face. She looked at the clock on her phone and asked, “I thought Aunt Maria wasn’t expecting us until 7:00?”
“She said come earlier and we’re hungry,” Eliza answered as she ushered the two witches out the door and waited while they ensured that the lock latched behind them.
Willow shrugged as they stepped into the elevator. She’d gotten very good at going along with whatever activity the others had planned. She rubbed her stomach as she realized, “You know I actually am really hungry.”
The others laughed as they piled into Eliza’s car. The way the young woman drove, they arrived at the restaurant and bar less than an hour and a half later. Quite a few friends from school, both people that Willow had met in this world and those she hadn’t met although she had known them in high school were in the restaurant. Elizabeth was there with a date but with the exception of coming over to say hello to the group and give Michelle a quick hug, she stayed clear of them.
Aunt Maria of course welcomed the girls with a few baskets of wings and brought them a pitcher of beer. “Who’s driving?” she asked like the parental figure she was and Michelle raised her hand. With the career fair early the next day, the other girls weren’t planning to drink heavily either. As Willow understood it, Michelle was going to talk about earning scholarships, Tara and Eliza were manning or “womaning” a UT table, and Elizabeth was hosting a table from the UT school of pharmacy which she had entered at the beginning of the summer. Their other friends were all representing their schools or career choices or simply returning to the school for homecoming.
The gathering was a much less boisterous one than Willow was used to and she really enjoyed the conversation. Not that she would ever stop missing Xander and Buffy, but having these friends filled a hole in her heart. They had finished eating and were still visiting as she heard people singing “Happy Birthday.” Not knowing whose birthday it might be but wanting to be festive anyway, she joined in, until she realized that Maria was carrying the cake toward her.
Willow blushed as she blew out the candles but happily accepted her friends’ late birthday surprise. “We couldn’t believe that you didn’t want a big party,” Michelle explained, “but we wanted to celebrate with you. Happy Birthday, Willow.”
Maria gave the girl a kiss on the cheek as she pulled the candles from the cake and began cutting it. “That looks possibly illegal,” Willow pointed.
“White chocolate, milk chocolate, dark chocolate layers, and mocha icing,” Maria explained as Willow’s mouth watered. “Tara said you like chocolate and coffee?”
Willow took a bite before teasing the older woman: “Marry me?” The table erupted in laughter before Maria took her slice of cake with her to the kitchen.
“We didn’t want to let your birthday go by,” Eliza explained as she leaned over to give Willow a hug. She popped a bite of cake in her mouth. “Oh God, that’s amazing.” She started moaning somewhat obscenely, causing Michelle to lean over and whisper something in her ear. Both girls blushed and laughed about it.
As she was finishing her cake Willow looked around the table at her friends. “I wish Buffy and Xander could have met y’all,” she commented. They all knew that her friends knew another version of themselves, but they understood what Willow meant: she missed her friends.
“I’ve been thinking about that,” Eliza announced to looks of surprise. “What? I can’t be sensitive and caring?” she teased the table. She turned back toward Willow. “When you came here, did you arrive at the same place you left?”
Willow felt completely confused at Eliza’s line of questioning: “Huh?” She shook her head and nodded. “Yes,” she answered, “I arrived in the same crypt I had left, just in this world.”
“First: urgggh a crypt,” Eliza answered, “second: send a letter back the same way.”
“It’s n-not that simple,” Tara argued. “It’s not like there’s an interdimensional m-mailbox or something.”
“Wait!” Willow shouted a little too loud. She sheepishly took a drink of her water and thought outloud: “Maybe there is.”
“Maybe there is a mailbox?” Tara repeated.
Willow was nearly bouncing up and down in her seat: “What if we put together a letter to Buffy and sent it through the way that I got here? Then she would get it.”
“You want to go to Sunnydale?” Michelle asked.
Willow’s mind continued to whirl. “No!” she explained, “we wouldn’t have to go to Sunnydale. We just could put postage on the envelope and send it through here. Then it would get mailed.”
“What if you send it under a counter or into a crack in the wall or something and it gets lost?” Eliza suggested.
All four girls wrinkled their brows at that. “We’ll f-figure it out, baby,” Tara reassured her lover as she patted her on the knee. She was worried that the plan might be more complicated than it seemed and didn’t want Willow to have more pain over it.
“Yeah,” Willow agreed with a smile, “we will.” She returned her attention to the cake and the celebration, deciding that together she and Tara would work out the spell to send a letter to her other friends.
By ten o’clock the next morning she wasn’t thinking about the interdimensional mailbox anymore although she had more than once thanked multiple deities that she, Tara, and Eliza had only shared one pitcher of beer. Upon arriving at the fair, Willow had met some more of the other girls’ friends as well as Ms. Geller and other teachers and administrators she knew from her world. Since she didn’t have an official job, Willow had volunteered to help out anywhere she was needed. At first, people were asking her to run and get tacks or tape. Then some of the booths had a problem with their Internet access and Michelle had suggested utilizing Willow’s skills to solve the issues.
By the time Willow looked up, it was nearly 2:00. She returned to the UT table to find Tara, Eliza, Michelle, and Elizabeth laughing as they visited with potential students and old friends. The scene reminded her momentarily of her first encounter with Elizabeth years earlier but the similarities were limited. The older girl was surprisingly restrained and polite.
“And here’s another new Longhorn,” Michelle announced as the redhead approached.
“You’re going to UT?” Elizabeth asked.
“Starting next month,” Willow nodded.
“That’s great,” Elizabeth commented sincerely. She looked up at the clock. “Oh, we’re nearly done.”
“Yeah, I’m hungry,” Eliza agreed as they gathered their coats and bags. She and Michelle and Tara and Willow had planned to eat lunch on their way back to town.
After lunch Tara and Willow made love in the huge tub in their hotel room and then took a long nap. They had decided to meet up with their friends at the dance so they got ready and then had dinner in the hotel dining room before driving out to the school.
Both witches enjoyed the dance immensely as Tara continued introducing Willow to friends from school. James and even Emma and her husband were there and true to Willow’s lie from months ago she was expecting her first baby. As a slow song came on, the redhead turned to her lover: “Will you dance with me, Tara?”
Tara smiled and nodded, taking Willow’s hand in her free one and allowing her girlfriend to lead her onto the floor. One dance merged into another and before they knew it half the people at the dance had already left. Seeing Michelle and Eliza on the side of the hall they walked over. “We’re going to go,” Eliza explained, “I need my share of hot lovin.”
Michelle blushed and slapped the girl lightly on the arm. “That didn’t make it any more likely,” she muttered.
“See y’all here in the m-morning for brunch?” Tara confirmed.
Everyone agreed that they would get chairs together for the fund-raising brunch. Eliza’s father had paid for each of their places at the $100 a plate event. His continued support of the school was just one of the reasons he now served on the board and would also be attending the brunch.
After a very filling brunch, some alumni left the school while others stayed to visit and enjoy the grounds. Willow found herself walking with the other girls and Mr. D’Angelo toward the stable and wondered how Tara felt. She knew that the girl wasn’t afraid of horses after their Thanksgiving visit but she didn’t know if she had bad memories of the school stables.
It was soon apparent that Tara harbored no such fears and Willow was again impressed with the work the girl had done to overcome the accident. She knew that the blonde had been plagued by nightmares about the accident and recovery, yet she was venturing toward the stables with little trepidation.
When they reached the stables, the entire group went inside. A few students were working but seeing the group’s fine clothing, they didn’t ask if any of them wanted to ride. Willow and the others, including Tara, looked at the horses, petting and stroking some of them. As they reached the end stall, all heads snapped around as Eliza began singing. Eliza and Michelle stood by the stall gate and the runner was blushing while her lover held her hand as she sung:
Every time I look at you the world just melts away
All my troubles all my fears dissolve in your affections
You’ve seen me at my weakest but you take me as I am
And when I fall you offer me a softer place to land
You stay the course you hold the line you keep it all together
You’re the one true thing I know I can believe in
Your all the things that I desire you save me you complete me
You’re the one true thing I know I can believe
I get mad so easy but you give me room to breathe
No matter what I say or do ‘cause you’re too good to fight about it
Even when I have to push just to see how far you’ll go
You won’t stoop down to battle but you never turn to go
You stay the course you hold the line you keep it all together
You’re the one true thing I know I can believe in
Your all the things that I desire you save me you complete me
You’re the one true thing I know I can believe
There are times I can’t decide when I can’t tell up from down
You make me feel less crazy when otherwise I’d drown
But you pick me up & brush me off and tell me I’m OK
Sometimes that’s just what we need to get us through the day
You stay the course you hold the line you keep it all together
You’re the one true thing I know I can believe in
Your all the things that I desire you save me you complete me
You’re the one true thing I know I can believe
By the time she finished singing, most of the people in the stable had tears in their eyes. Those who didn’t certainly developed them quickly as the singer bent down on one knee and pulled a velvet box from her pocket. A performer at heart, Eliza opened the box and displayed it to the assembly.
Still holding Michelle’s hand she told the shocked girl: “Since I kissed you on this spot nearly four years ago, I’ve known you were the only woman for me. Grace Michelle Stewart, will you marry me?”
For a second Michelle could do nothing but nod but as Eliza stood and began placing the ring she finally found her voice. “Yes,” she simply answered as she accepted both the ring and a passionate kiss. The applause in the stable reminded the girls of their audience and a few horses were disturbed enough by the clapping to snort, causing everyone to laugh.
Due to her cane, Tara was not the first person to reach her friends. She was beaten by Eliza’s father who kissed and hugged both girls as well as Elizabeth who appeared very happy about the events. Noting the grin on her girlfriend’s face, Tara asked Willow, “Did you know anything about this?”
“I helped her pick the ring,” the redhead explained, “but I didn’t know when she was going to ask.”
Tara lightly pinched her lover, teasing, “I’ll get you for keeping secrets later, missy.” By the time she had made her teasing threat, they joined their friends and exchanged hugs and congratulations. After a short celebration the party broke up. Tara, Michelle, and Eliza all had finals the next day and needed to get home to study. Willow drove so that Tara could rest. As she drove she appreciated even more the friends she had made in this world.
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"Your little will can't do anything. It takes Great Determination. Great Determination doesn't mean just you making an effort. It means the whole universe is behind you and with you - the birds, trees, sky, moon, and ten directions." - Katagiri Roshi