Okay, here y'all go. I'm not really all that sure about this part - one of those "it sounded so much better in my head" kinds of things, but oh well.
In any case, part 4 is already written and part 5 is nearly done, so there will definitely be another update tomorrow. Happy 4th of July for my fellow Americans!!! Let freedom ring!!! (okay, my blatant nationalist pride is over now - you may resume non-political banter)
-BB
Title: Into the Woods - Part 3
Author: blameburner
Feedback: Sure… Always a plus
Summary: While the men are away, the ladies will play. Anya, Buffy, Willow and Tara head into the woods for a little female bonding. Hijinks and wackiness are sure to follow.
Spoiler Warning: None - it's AU, I guess. It's sent in the present - but no big bads, no S6 nastiness. Anya and Xander are together, Giles never left, Buffy never died, Dawn still exists, Spike helps out the Scoobies cuz he gets paid, and Willow and Tara never broke up since Willow was never addicted to magic. Pretty much think "Everyone's happy, together, and their usual amusing selves."
Disclaimer: Not my characters, but oh how I wish they were! Joss, blah blah, ME, blah blah.
Rating: R for now. I know, I know... we'll see.
Pairings: W/T… duh. Also B and A. But not B/A cuz, well, Buffy and Anya? That would just be scary - they'd kill each other!
Angst: Huh? What angst?
Part 3
"See, isn't this nice?" Buffy asked, pulling her stick out of the fire and carefully sliding off the toasted marshmellowy goodness at the end. "Ouch, hot," she said before sliding it into her mouth.
"If I have one more marshmellow I think I'm gonna burst," Willow groaned, leaning back a little further into Tara and resting the back of her head on the blonde's shoulder.
"Awe, poor Willow. Is your tummy rumbly, sweetie? You want me to rub it for you?" Tara asked as she started rubbing small circles over Willow's stomach.
Willow sighed contentedly and closed her eyes.
"I don't get it," Anya said.
Willow cracked an eye and peered at the ex-demon. Anya was staring at the marshmellow on the end of her stick in confusion. She shook it in the air and then stopped, staring at it harder. Then she glared at it.
Willow was curious now, and sat up to watch Anya's antics. As did Tara. And Buffy.
"Grrr," Anya growled, and then shook the stick violently, so hard that the marshmellow slipped off the end of the stick and flew right at Buffy's head. Only her Slayer reflexes saved Buffy from gooey marshmellow face.
"Hey!" Buffy complained, but Anya ignored her, instead looking helplessly at Willow. The redhead thought Anya looked very much like a child whose ice cream scoop fell off the cone and splatted all over the sidewalk.
"I don't understand!" Anya said hysterically, her lower lip trembling as tears welled in her eyes. "Am I doing something wrong?"
Willow's amusement faded as she saw just how upset Anya was - though she still had no idea what Anya was upset about. Willow got up and walked over to the shopkeeper, kneeling down in front of her.
"Anya, what's wrong?" Willow asked softly.
"I put the marshmellow on the stick. I put the stick in the fire. The fire charred the marshmellow with a satisfying sizzle. But then... nothing. Nothing happened," Anya whined, her lip still trembling. "What did I do wrong?"
Willow was very confused. "Um, Anya? What was supposed to happen?"
"The book said that after the successful charring of the marshmellow, there would be a sandwich-type construct made with chocolate and sweet crackers. Where is it?" Anya asked pitifully. "I must have done something wrong."
Willow would have laughed if Anya hadn't been so pitifully serious. "Oh, Anya, you mean S'mores?"
"Yes! S'mores! That's what the book said would happen!" Anya said excitedly. "Why didn't they appear?"
Buffy giggled. Anya's lip started trembling again when she saw the Slayer laughing. Buffy wasn't laughing long, however, because Willow shot her a look she had hardly ever seen come from the redhead - especially not on Anya's behalf.
Buffy turned to Tara for help, but the blonde witch was watching Willow intently, her eyes sparkling.
"Anya," Willow explained, "S'mores don't just appear out of nowhere. You have to make them."
"So I didn't roast the marshmellow incorrectly?" Anya asked hopefully.
Willow grinned. "No, actually you roasted the marshmellow just right."
Anya sighed with relief, and Willow's grin widened.
"See? Nothing to get all end-of-the-worldy over," Willow said, patting Anya on the shoulder. "We didn't bring the stuff for S'mores, but we could run to the store tomorrow and get chocolate and graham crackers if you want."
Anya smiled and nodded excitedly.
"Okay then," Willow said, rising to her feet. "Tomorrow we'll take a mini-road trip to the store and all the fixin's, and tomorrow night... S'mores!"
Anya clapped enthusiastically.
"Anya? Um, what book were you reading exactly that told you S'mores would appear?" Buffy asked tentatively, peeking at Willow out of the corner of her eye. Buffy really didn't want the redhead pissed off at her, seeing as how they were sharing a tent. The Slayer had learned early on in their friendship that cranky-Willow at bedtime meant kicking-Willow during sleeptime.
"Oh!" Anya reached down and fished around in her backpack, finally pulling out a thin red book and holding it proudly in the air.
"Camping For Vengeance Demons: A Demon's Guide To The Great Outdoors?" Buffy said disbelieveingly, reading the title. "What, no 'Camping For Ex-Vengeance Demons?'"
"Not yet. It's due out next year," Anya said, shrugging.
Willow sat back down next to Tara, still smiling at Anya. The redhead caught Tara looking at her out of the corner of her eye, and turned towards her lover. Tara was looking at her intently, and Willow's forehead crinkled in worry.
"What? What'd I do?" Willow asked hurriedly.
Tara just shook her head and smiled.
"What is it, Tara? Why are you looking at me like that?" Willow asked, confused.
Tara reached over and took Willow's hand, bringing it up to her lips. She grazed Willow's knuckles with her lips, and then brought their hands down to her lap, covering them with her other hand.
Willow cocked her head, relieved but still not understanding. Tara's mouth curved up into her trademark lopsided grin, and she dipped her head down shyly.
Willow dipped her head down as well so she could catch Tara's gaze and spoke softly. "What is it, baby?" she asked.
Blue eyes met green, and Willow gasped at the intense love she saw there.
"You," Tara said simply.
"Me?" Willow asked, her voice squeaking slightly.
Tara nodded.
"Me, what?"
Tara nodded toward Anya, who was now sitting next to Buffy, the two women seemingly having a contest of who could roast a marshmellow faster. Willow followed Tara's line of sight, and then turned back to her lover, who was once again staring right into her soul.
"You amaze me," Tara said, brushing her thumb over the back of Willowhand.
Willow wanted to ask Tara what she was talking about, but the feel of Tara's hand stroking her own was sending a warm flush throughout her body. The nerve endings of her hand felt like they were on fire. It never ceased to amaze her how the simplest touch from the blonde could light such an intense flame within her body.
A soft chuckle pulled Willow out of her Tara-reverie, and the redhead realized her jaw had gone slack. She swallowed hard and tried to regain control of her thudding heart.
"Uh... amaze you? Why?" Willow finally asked.
"You have the most amazingly loving heart," Tara answered.
Willow's brow furrowed once again in confusion, until she looked over at Anya once again.
"Oh," Willow said as she turned back to her lover, finally understanding. She shrugged. "Well, I don't hate her all the time."
Tara chuckled again. "Sweetie, you don't hate her at all. You like to act like you do, because that's your thing. Yours and Anya's. But you don't hate her. You like her."
"Tara!" Willow said loudly, then lowered her voice. "Don't you dare tell her that. In fact, tell no one. Or else."
Tara quirked up her eyebrow. "Or else, what?" she challenged.
Willow grinned. "Or else I'll do naughty things to you with my tongue."
Tara shivered, her eyes darkening as thoughts of Willowtongue filled her mind.
"Is that supposed to be a threat?" she asked huskily, scooting closer to Willow so that their faces were only inches apart.
Now it was Willow's turn to shiver.
"Oh no, baby. That's a promise," Willow answered.
"And remember... if you hurt her I will beat you to death with a shovel. A vague disclaimer's nobody's friend. Have fun!"