Tempest Duer: A puppy?
That's a way of putting it, I think. Well, I'm sure you remember the Veruca thing, so you know Oz's inner wolf will be just twitching at the sight of a female wolf. No worries, though, he'll be barking up the wrong Willow tree.
Thank you, I quite like Irish Willow myself, the accent is cute but I don't know if I'm writing it correctly. Thanks for feedbacking!
watersong84: Yes, Oz will indeed stir some trouble later on. Just wait and see, our redhead will put him in his place.
Brandnew: Many thanks! I hope you stay with us for the ride. Here's a dancing banana for you:
Chapter 3 is done, enjoy it and leave me some feedback, please!
CHAPTER 3 - FLIRTING“Hey, why don’t you go to the Bronze with us tonight?” Xander asked as their last period ended.
“The who?”
“The Bronze, it’s the best hangout around here-“
“Not that there’s much competition anyway.” Cordelia remarked dryly.
“Anyway, it’s a cool place. What do you say?” Xander looked at Willow with his best puppy dog look.
“Hm…” Willow considered. “No, I don’t think so. I’d like to ‘ave a quiet night home.”
Xander’s shoulders slumped. “Alright then, your loss.”
“Maybe another time.”
“Just a piece of advice, don’t go out alone at night.” Buffy said seriously.
Willow stared at her for a long moment before nodding. “I’ll keep yer advice in mind.”
“Good. Well, guys, I have to go. Things to do, people to see. It was nice meeting you, Willow.” Buffy waved goodbye and went on her way.
“Aye, I ‘ave to go too, promised father I’d call ‘im.”
“Willow, can I talk to you?”
The others gave Oz a strange look, but Willow had seen that coming and wasn’t at all surprised.
“Aye, let’s take a walk. I’ll see ye tomorrow.” She nodded to the others and walked away with Oz on her tow.
“What did’ye want to talk ‘bout?” Willow asked casually.
Oz stared at her seriously. “What are you?”
Willow sighed. “What do ye think I am?”
“Are you like me?”
“More or less.” Willow stalled. “Can’t talk ‘bout it, sorry.”
Oz nodded solemnly, but clearly wasn’t buying it.
“Just know that I’m not ‘ere to do ‘arm.” Willow bowed her head. “Be seein’ ye ‘round.”
Tara was getting restless. She had been waiting for Willow to show up for fifteen minutes. She didn’t exactly know what she would do once she saw the redhead, she just knew she had to see her, even if it was just a glimpse before she went home. After that first encounter with the Irish girl in the library she hadn’t been able to take her off her mind. When they touched she felt an incredible connection with the redhead, it was so intense that it sent an electric current through her body. And then it was gone. She didn’t understand what was happening, how could it be gone just like that? She couldn’t have just imagined the whole thing, could she?
“Waitin’ fer sum’one?”
Tara almost jumped out of her skin at the unexpected question. She was so absorbed in her thoughts she didn’t even see Willow walking up to her until she spoke up. Suddenly she didn’t know what to say.
“Eh, I… um...” she blushed and ducked her head, hiding behind a curtain of blonde hair.
“Yer always this articulated?” Willow joked.
Tara looked up, a new fire in her eyes at the challenge. “Just near very beautiful ladies.” She murmured without a hint of stutter. The blonde watched in amusement as Willow’s eyes widened in surprise and a blush covered her neck and cheeks, then the redhead laughed at her own predicament.
Willow bowed her head, recognizing defeat, and looking at the blonde in a whole new light. “Yer more than ye look like.”
Tara smiled lopsidedly. “Isn’t everybody?”
Willow chuckled. “Aye, but sumhow I think yer more than everyun’ else.”
Tara raised her eyebrows. “I could say the same of you.”
“Yer not stutterin’ anymore.” Willow observed.
“I’m not nervous.”
“Good.” Willow grinned. “How ‘bout I walk ye ‘ome?”
“I wouldn’t want to impose.” Tara smiled bashfully.
“‘Tis no problem at all.”
“Um, alright then.”
“Lead the way, m’lady.” Willow offered her arm playfully, which Tara accepted with a mock curtsy.
“So, um, are you here with your parents?” Tara asked as they walked arm-in-arm.
“No, I’m on my own. My parents cannot leave ‘ome.”
“Why not?”
“They ‘ave work to do in Ireland.” Willow said.
“So you’re parents are important people or something?”
“Aye, ye could say that. How ‘bout ye? Yer ‘ere wit yer parents?”
“I’m with my mom, she, um, divorced. My d-dad wasn’t really n-nice.”
“Oh.” Willow was silent for a moment, anger filling her entire being. In that instant she wanted more than anything to rip apart the man that caused that look in her mate’s eyes. She closed her eyes and asked the Great Wolf for calm, she didn’t want to scare the blonde away.
“Are you ok?”
Willow’s eyes opened to find Tara’s worried gaze on her face. She realized then that she probably wouldn’t be able to block bouts of strong emotions and the blonde must have felt an echo of her distress. “Tha’ should be my line.”
Tara blushed. “I’m fine.”
“Yer certain?” Willow looked at her sideways.
Tara nodded and they walked in a comfortable silence.
“We’re here.” Tara announced as they reached a small, homey looking pale blue house.
“Nice ‘ouse.” Willow complimented walking her to the door.
“Thank you for walking me home, Willow.”
“T’was a pleasure, m’lady.” Willow smiled and lifted Tara’s hand to her lips, kissing it gently.
Tara blushed hotly. “I-I’ll see you tomorrow, um, at school.”
“Aye, ‘til tomorrow, m’lady.” Willow bowed and turned on her heels to walk back to her own home, which coincidently wasn’t that far from Tara’s, just a couple of blocks.
Willow walked at a leisure pace, enjoying the late afternoon sun. Night would soon come and she wanted to go home, take a shower and put on a clean set of clothes. Then she would explore The Hellmouth’s night life. Or unlife in this case. She hadn’t encountered many vampires before, the Clan Sanctuary was, after all, very well protected. Radulf had occasionally taken her out to show her what she could be fighting against someday. She had fought vampires and demons, but not many as her parents tended to be quite overprotective and immediately vetoed hers and Radulf’s outings. Sunnydale would be a good place to hone her fighting skills, she decided, and her parents didn’t need to know about it.
A couple of hours later she was ready to go. She had put on a tight pair on black jeans, her favorite combat boots and an Anarchy tank top that accentuated her modest bust. She tied her hair back in a loose ponytail, threw on a jacket and walked out.
TBC…Next chapter Willow will take her night stroll and check out the Hellmouth. A cookie for the first to guess who she will find!
Anna
Edited by: Warduke at: 3/11/05 7:26 pm