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Title: How I Met Your Mother*
Author: Ariel
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Rating: PG-13 for suggestive language and light W/T love (probably a lower rating, but better safe than sorry! Ratings will change depending on content.
Disclaimer: I don't own these characters, but I love to take them for a ride!
Summary: A/U before season 1, the summer after Willow's freshman year with a large dose of Queen Cordelia at her bitchy best and teen-aged angst.
Author’s Note: Sorry for the delay, lots of RL and lots of writer’s block. Gall stone attacks and surgery also slowed me down a bit. I want to offer heartfelt thanks to everyone who has supported the story, special thanks for those of you who posted and e-mailed to encourage me, and tremendous thanks to Lexi (True_Love) who has stuck by the story and by me as a friend. Her advice to do “the nifty 350” and write at least 350 words a day made my story take off again! Speaking of Lexi, I mailed her an excerpt of my dance bit and she mailed me hers less than sixty seconds later, there are some similarities that are purely coincidental – part of the wacky fanfic world we live in! See if you can spot them in her upcoming post in Remodeling: The Reconstruction of Tara Maclay.
Thoughts are in italics.*no connection to the sit-com of the same name
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Willow’s jaw had dropped so far that she felt it pop back into place as she closed her mouth then opened it again to speak, “Unbelievable!” Clearly stunned, she forced her eyes away from the dress to look at Cordelia, “It’s beautiful!”
Part 57: The Dance Tara stood helplessly while Mrs. Finch struggled to pin the gaping bust of the gray ‘elephant skin' dress into some semblance of propriety.
“Mrs. Finch!” Carly rushed into the room carrying a pitcher of some unknown red beverage. “You have to taste this and see if I made it right!”
“For heaven’s sake, Carly! The recipe is simple enough!”
Carly winked at Tara and continued her feigned panic attack. “But this is our big dance! We have to get it right!” She stood at attention, “The entire reputation of Camp Pine Ridge depends—“
“Just give it here and hurry up about it!”
Carly leaped forward, somehow stubbing her toe on a non-existent bump in the floor, and flung the entire contents of the pitcher onto Tara’s waist where it splashed down the skirt like a crimson tide.
Everyone stared in silence at the giant stain until Mrs. Finch’s face began to match the color of the unlucky punch. “Out Carly! You too, Tara! OUT! BOTH OF YOU!”
Carly never lost her composure and simply grabbed Tara’s unresisting hand and yanked her out of the room and down to the storage room by the kitchen before exploding with laughter. “Got her! I think I just bagged me an elephant skin! With any luck that dress will be dyed to death and NO ONE will ever have to wear it again!”
Tara stared back in silence for an instant then added her own shrieks of hysterical laughter and the two girls swayed against each other like a pair of happy drunks, bursting into fresh giggles at Tara’s escape.
“Hey Tara, come on! We’ll find you something great from the costume boxes!” Carly grabbed a step stool from the kitchen and started tossing down boxes as she spoke while Tara scrambled around below, half catching them and half dropping them.
Carly frowned, “There’s some stuff from the sixties, cocktail dresses a lime green one, silver one and a red one. Not really your colors, but they’ll hug your shape and show off your ASSets.”
Tara blushed, turning around to try and catch a glimpse of her backside, but she couldn’t get a satisfactory view.
“Here we go!” Carly gestured towards the box’s label, “Cocktail dresses!” She opened the box and found nothing there. “Shit! Cordelia’s fashion show for Talent Night! She must’ve grabbed them all.”
“W-what’ll I wear?”
“Have no fear! We’ve been collecting costumes for years! There’s gotta be—“ She tugged a dusky golden flapper dress out with fringe on the top and bottom. “Perfect! Right color to bring out your tan, too!”
Tara flung her blouse off in one whirling motion and slid the satin dress down her body. “Mmmm. Feels nice. A l-little tight.”
Carly noticed that the dress ended barely an inch past Tara’s thigh and shook her head, “That’ll be Finch-whipped off your body so fast you’ll get a third degree cloth burn!” She turned and tried a box labeled ‘Hawaii’. “Hey, check this out!“ Carly pulled out a grass skirt with a coconut bikini for a top. “The fresh and natural look. Whaddya say?”
Tara giggled, threw the coconuts over her own boobs and began a spirited dance, then laughed and pulled them off. “Um, not my look.” She felt the edges of the coconut, “And I think they might chafe.”
They kept looking, going determinedly through every single box until Carly fished through the very last one and held up an outfit. “How ‘bout this one?”
Tara blushed. “Carly, that’s r-really not me.”
“Basic black. Can’t go wrong.” She shrugged helplessly. It’s the only thing that’ll fit you, Tara.
Tara swallowed, stared some more and managed a shaky grin. “B-basic black ‘can’t go wrong’,” she nodded, determined to be a good sport. “T-Thanks, Carly.”
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Willow’s face went white as Cordelia bore down on her, make up in hand. “Don’t touch me! You’re going to blind me with mascara, put clown make-up on me, make me all geek-a-zoid and—“
Harmony smirked, “Too late! You’ve already nailed
that look.
Cordelia nodded, “Making you look like a dork is redundant. I’m going for something a lot more challenging; making you look like a girl. A pretty girl.”
Harmony blinked, “Wow, Cordy! That’ll be like a miracle.”
“Not ‘
like a miracle’ – it
is a miracle.”
Willow’s jaw dropped and her legs wobbled. An instant later she was sitting limply in a camp chair while Cordelia worked her magic.
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The dining hall was now a dimly lit multi-colored throbbing of awkward dancers and sweaty desire. Tara edged in cautiously, self-conscious in her ‘basic black’ tuxedo. She headed for the refreshments, still trying to figure out if she was a drag queen or a cross-dresser.
Tara leaned over a mound of rice krispy treats to reach the red tropical punch bowl, determined to celebrate her escape with her crimson deliverer. Then she seemed to feel eyes on her and turned suddenly, cup in hand, to see a dark-haired boy raise his eyes sheepishly to meet hers.
He smiled a little awkwardly, “Hey, it’s a ‘happy’ seeing that you’re a member of the female persuasion. I was starting to worry about myself.” He laughed looking from his tuxedo clad chest to hers and smiled again, “Yours looks a lot better than mine!”
Tara dropped her eyes but lifted them again and smiled back in spite of herself. “M-my um outfit was kind of l-last minute. My dress got um damaged.”
He raised his glass in an attempt at a sophisticated toast. “To damaged dresses and,” he leaned in flirtatiously, “to beautiful blondes.”
Tara felt herself blushing furiously and retreated behind a curtain of hair which apparently set the boy at ease. He spun quickly and spilled some of his drink but this time he laughed easily. “Wanna dance? Or do you think it’s too risky?”
Tara’s felt her lips moving but nothing was coming out. The boy meanwhile seemed to think it was an invitation, he leaned closer and Tara froze until a miniature blur of hot pink rushed between them and became a very angry Connie.
“Hey, Tara! You can’t just go stealing Willow’s boyfriend!”
Tara shook her head, she was obviously trapped in some heinous nightmare and pinched herself to wake up as the boy answered as embarrassed as she was.
“Willow’s not my girlfriend! I mean yeah, we went out but that was in kindergarten! I mean Willow,” he laughed a debonair laugh and opened his eyes wider as if to hypnotize Tara with his love magic, “she’s just a child . . . and you’re a woman.”
Her Willow was being insulted and Tara straightened up so fast she almost bumped her head into his approaching chin. “W-willow is beautiful! H-her eyes are gorgeous and she’s all w-woman!” Her blue eyes flashed fire, “And she’s HOT, too!”
“Yeah!,” Connie piped up helpfully, “And she’s got a great dress! I saw it in the bathroom!”
Tara took another furious breath and continued, “Anyone w-would be proud to go out with W-willow! I bet she’s the prettiest girl here!” She glared straight into his eyes and could almost see the wheels turning in his mind. She swallowed, just as he smiled at Connie and bent down to talk to her. “So, Willow really likes me?”
“Uh huh.” Connie grinned, deciding to forgive him. “And she keeps your picture under her pillow, too!”
Xander preened visibly, seeming to stand three inches taller in an instant. He straightened his bow tie and gave his hair a casual sweep off his forehead. “Crazy about the ol’ Xan Man, eh?” He shook his head. “Ah, Willow. My old flame. I’m going to give her another chance after all.” He smiled at Tara as if apologizing for rejecting her while she stumbled onto the porch, feeling sick and cold inside. An instant later she began running around the corner of her cabin when two familiar bejeweled hands grabbed her, nearly swinging her into the wall. She blinked dazedly into her captor’s eyes, having no idea what to do next.
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Meanwhile Mrs. Finch’s amplified voice blared over the loudspeakers ordering all campers and guests to assemble in the main yard.
“Welcome, welcome, welcome to our annual Camp Dance at Camp Pine Ridge! We’ll have a real old time hootenanny with a full hour of square dancing!” The squeal of the sound system was heard and Mrs. Finch’s voice boomed even louder in an attempt to drown out the groans from the campers. “And it gets even better! I’ve been told I’m not groovy like I should be and that our music is out of date so I’m now adding songs from “The Archies” and other hip and happening groups to our song repertoire!” Mrs. Finch appeared to misread the derisive laughter and went on more confidently to reprise her comments on ITE’s and other matters of proper deportment. A moment later campers were ordered to form lines for the Virginia Reel while Willow, Cordelia and Harmony edged through the crowd quickly and ducked out of sight.
Tara had only caught a glimpse of Willow moving across the far side of the yard, but her heart was pounding and her mouth had gone dry. Willow was beautiful; breathtakingly amazingly beautiful. She swallowed and suddenly turned sharply to Jennilee, blue eyes eager. “Please, Jennilee! M-make me pretty for Willow!”
Jennilee’s smile couldn’t get any bigger. “Darlin’, that is exactly what I had in mind. Now you just come with me!”
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Willow tugged timidly on Cordelia’s elbow and received a withering look in return, “quit pawing me, Rosenberg! I am not gay!”
“But don’t we have to square dance?” She looked closer, “Oh, uh line dance actually, since they’re doing the Virginia Reel.”
Cordelia rolled her eyes. “I wish they had make-up that I could use to cover up your geekiness the same way foundation covers up your freckles! Now listen Rosen-dork, dancing makes you sweat and sweating makes you disgusting. So you only slow dance. Get it? Now go, you do not have permission to breathe in my presence.”
Willow’s eyes widened and she darted off, picking up her skirts to avoid the dust in the yard.
Cordelia, dressed in a striking turquoise gown and matching pumps, grinned at Harmony who was resplendent in a fuchsia gown. “So Derek brought Xander?”
Harmony nodded and giggled.
Cordelia’s eyes narrowed and she smiled her pearly shark-like smile, “Perfect. Time for a little wake up call to our pervs in paradise.” She looked around for Jennilee, “And I don’t even see Cracker, the Boob Girl. Probably shooting a Dairy Queen commercial or standing in for Elsie the Cow. And she thinks that
she’ll be the hottie at the dance.” She adjusted the silver and turquoise bracelets, the silver shining brilliantly against her tanned skin and sneered, “Please. She has no idea.”
Harmony nodded agreement and the two girls headed in to the dining hall, eager for the show to come.
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Tara’s face was flushed, eyes shining with pleasure as she stared into Jennilee’s mirror at the electric blue ball gown, clinging to every curve. Her musical voice was soft with amazement, “I-I’m beautiful.”
Jennilee grinned, “Sure you are, darlin’! Miz Cooper never fails! And my baby sister’s dress is a perfect fit.”
Tara blushed, awkwardly indicating an expanse of cleavage. “Um, this seems a l-little like—“
“—God’s bountiful blessing! Don’t you go runnin’ scared now! You’re a Cooper for tonight and us Coopers always hold our heads up and our hearts out!” She dropped her eyes modestly to her own spectacular cleavage then tipped Tara an unmistakable wink. “Every girl should be drop-dead gorgeous at least once, this’ll be your practice run so that you can start getting used to it for later.” She stared at Tara, walking around as she considered hair styles and make-up. “So hair first. Anything in mind?”
Tara’s breath hitched and she blushed again, suddenly remembering the first day of camp. Willow had wanted to put her hair up, but she’d been too shy and she’d said ‘no’ to Willow’s pleading. She’d been so scared that she’d cried and there was Willow, holding her close, making her feel so dearly loved. Then Willow had brushed her hair so lovingly, each touch of her hand had felt like a kiss and Tara had dared, had somehow found the courage to capture Willow’s hand and kiss the inside of her wrist. That was the beginning, the golden moment of knowing that she loved Willow and that Willow loved her back.
“Jennilee,” Tara’s voice was soft, husky with unshed tears, “Can you put my hair up for me? W-willow asked me to once and I – I want to.”
“’Course I can. You just set tight. Oh, should I straighten out this winding road part of yours?”
Tara shook her head, her special smile quirking up tenderly on her lips as she remembered Willow kissing her way along her part. “No. W-willow l-likes it like that.”
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Willow entered the dining hall, face alight with anticipation at the idea of holding Tara close and dancing in each other’s arms. Her heart was beating with excitement, her cheeks faintly pink and her eyes shining.
She’d run into her kids outside and Mouse had informed her importantly that Tara was wearing a ‘Tucky-doo’; the little girl had obviously just learned the word and was starting to say more but a mob of hands had covered her mouth, preventing any further revelations.
Willow smiled at the memory, peering into the dim light and spotting a tuxedo jacket. She then walked up confidently and tapped Tara’s back. Then the back turned to face her and her jaw dropped. “Xander?” Her voice rose to a squeak, “What are you doing here?”
He smiled confidently, “Checking out beautiful women.” Then he took in Willow’s outfit and it was his turn to be amazed. Her hair was piled high and adorned with small white sweetheart roses. She wore a green, off the shoulder gown that highlighted her ivory shoulders and gave a tantalizing glimpse of cleavage then swept down to hug her slender waist like a second skin and flowed outwards into flower-like fullness. The shining forest green perfectly matched her eyes and the skirt had an overskirt of tulle, sewn with small jewels that resembled nothing more than tiny stars or dewdrops on grass.
Xander’s mouth opened once or twice like a fish experimenting with air breathing. Then he gulped, “Wow,” was all he managed to say.
Willow flushed with pleasure. She had dreamed of that look in his eyes ever since the fifth grade and there it was; admiration and all of it was for her. She met his eyes and smiled bewitchingly, enjoying her moment of triumph.
He stepped closer.
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Meanwhile Towanda, Connie, Bettina, and Devola were spying on the ‘Big Kids Party’ from under the cake table and watched the proceedings between Willow and Xander with interest. Towanda was confused, Connie delighted by the camp version of a Disney fairy-tale while Bettina was also delighted but for an entirely different reason; Willow was her number one rival for Tara’s love and now she saw a real chance of having her dream of living with Tara in a tree-house come true. Devola, for her part, was disgusted on principle: kissing was disgusting and things seemed to be heading that way.
A jostling body crawled onto Devola’s hand and she offered a reflexive punch in response and got a quick punch back in return.
She turned and whispered angrily, “Hey! I was here first!” Then found herself staring into a pair of unfamiliar eyes set in an entirely unfamiliar face, a boy face. “Hey!” She attempted to warn her friends, “Boy invasion!” She looked past him in the darkness and saw two more behind him.
He glared. “Shut up! You want ‘em to hear us and throw us outta here!”
Devola was not about to be intimidated. “You shut up! We were here first!” She gave him a sort of testing shove and he responded as she’d hoped by pushing back and starting a wrestling match. They fought in silence, eyes flashing with excitement then their heads bumped the table, the cloth was pulled up and Mrs. Gidden was bent over wheezing as she drew breath for a scolding and possible issuance of punishment.
“Come on!” Devola skittered out from under the opposite side of the table followed by her friends and her enemies as well. They stood outside panting in a bunch, both scared and delighted. Devola grinned, “We gave ‘em the slip.”
The boy nodded. “Yeah. So now what?”
Towanda stepped in, “Take off, we’re busy.”
The boy stepped closer to her, “You’re not doing anything.”
Devola was stung, “We are too! We’re trying to get our money from a bunch of crooks!”
The other boys gathered in closer. “Crooks?”
Towanda nodded authoritatively. “Yeah. They made a bet on our softball game and chickened out.”
Connie added her bit, “And they cheated on the game before that, but they got caught.”
A heavy-set boy in the back stepped up and flexed his fingers, grinning. “So let’s go beat ‘em up.”
Towanda rolled her eyes, “We’d get in trouble! We need to outsmart them.”
Devola laughed, “That shouldn’t be too hard. Kelly’s so dumb she uses two hands to scratch herself.”
The boys laughed appreciatively.
Devola continued thoughtfully, “Wish Indigo Kane or the midget murderer was—“
Her wrestling partner from under the table grinned with excitement. “You have a midget murderer?”
“No. It’s my trench coat, I put it on for a spy caper and our crazy cook thought I was like some serial killer midget. They called the Sherriff and everything. All of ‘em came out and they searched the grounds and we had a cabin lock down.”
The boys’ eyes were round with admiration, then ‘wrestling boy’ took charge. “There’s gotta be a way. Why don’t you disguise yourself and tell ‘em you’ll kill them if they don’t pay up?”
Devola grinned. “That sounds great!”
Towanda hesitated. “But then what? They don’t believe you and you can’t just kill them. We have to make sure they believe you.”
The group slumped, then began kicking at the dirt, pacing a bit or cracking their knuckles as well as a variety of other ways to aid the thought process.
“Got it!” The ‘beat ‘em up’ boy, whose name was Barry, spoke up, “We’ll hire a hit man!”
Devola stared at him. “Wow, you’re so dumb you must need a note to remember to breathe! What are we gonna hire them with? Cookies off the refreshment table?”
There was another round of laughter except for Connie who frowned primly, “Devola, they’re our guests and you’re not being very nice.”
She stared back at Connie. “Huh? What is this – a tea party or a spy caper?”
Connie smoothed her hot pink tutu that went with her ballet leotard and smiled, “It’s a dance.”
Devola shook her head with disgust, then froze, eyes suddenly wide, “I got it! Listen, we get someone disguised but they come after one of us and threaten one of us. See? We act scared to death and we can like pretend to beat each other up or something.”
Towanda looked confused. “But how will that get money from them if we’re doing it to us?”
Wrestling boy’s eyes gleamed, “Because we’ll do it where they see it.”
Devola grinned at him and he grinned back, “That’s it! But we need someone who can wear the disguise and seem grown up and scary.”
Wrestling Boy pointed at the third boy, “Froggy. He watches all those gangster movies and he can sound like one.”
Devola grinned, “You do? I LOVE gangster movies! Hey, why do they call you ‘Froggy’?”
Barry said, “Because he eats flies” as Froggy said, “Because my voice is deep.”
Bettina joined in, “Why is your voice deep?”
Froggy leaned in, “Adenoids.”
Devola got back to business, beckoning everyone closer, here’s what we do . . . “
Tizzie, Kelly and Billie headed for the bathrooms just as Connie ran towards them looking frightened. “Help! Come quick! Towanda and Bettina are getting beat up out behind the showers!”
The three girls laughed and Tizzie spoke, “Yeah we’ll come help, help watch while they get it!” They hurried eagerly behind Connie to a patch of dirt surrounded by bushes just in time to see Bettina’s back to them and hear a punch land as Bettina staggered back and fell down. Towanda rushed up to stand between Bettina and the trench-coated figure who stepped forward menacingly. “You better pay my niece Devola the money you bet her or else!”
Towanda cocked her fists defiantly. “I’m not scared of you!”
Suddenly she was grabbed by the throat, sinking halfway to her knees then shaken like a dog while she began choking out a pitiful plea for mercy. The Devola ran up, her face apparently white with panic as she grabbed her ‘Uncle’s hand but was immediately shaken off.
Devola begged, “Uncle Dave, no! Don’t kill her! It’s not like before, there’s too many witnesses and you’ll never be able to escape from prison a second time!”
But ‘Uncle Dave’ was clearly insane, “They can’t convict me if they can’t find the body!” He laughed evilly and stepped towards Bettina, “I’m going to have to kill you now. You never should have welshed on your bet to my niece!” Bettina rolled up on her hands and knees and pointed to the former Queens who were rooted to the spot with terror. “They welshed on a bet, too. Kill them!” Then Bettina thrust her hand in a pocket and shoved a handful of bills in Uncle Dave’s hand.
He clutched at the money and eyed Bettina. “You just saved your own life.” He took a step closer to Kelly, Billie, and Tizzie. “Now it’s your turn!”
Tizzie’s eyes were almost bugging out of her head, she pulled a wad of cash out of her purse, flung it on the ground and suddenly regained the use of her legs in time to sprint off, her friends right behind her. A wave of laughter rolled after them, but they were too far away to hear it.
Devola was inclined to bask in their victory, but Towanda took charge immediately. “Froggy get the coat and hat off! Devola, stash ‘em right now!” Devola opened her mouth to argue then grabbed the costume instead and took off, returning a moment later to see Towanda counting the money. “Wow, there’s 19 dollars here!”
Connie looked serious. “We should give them back their change.”
Devola shook her head, “Connie you’re crazy. If we do that and they tell someone it can come back on us. We should divide it up and that’s it.”
There was some bickering about dividing the loot, but it finally came down to two dollars each with an extra dollar apiece for Froggy, Bettina, Towanda, Connie and Devola since they’d done the acting.
After it was done they stared at each other, faces alight with mischief and the possibilities of a night spent evading adult authority and breaking one rule after another.
Devola looked happily at all her friends, old and new, and grinned. “Wow, I love dances!”
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Tara walked beside Jennilee loving the light shining on her new gown. Her hair was up, held in place with a silvery comb and several discreetly placed hair pins. Her chin was up and she was smiling as she dreamed of Willow’s face when she saw her new dress. Then she caught her breath, picturing Willow’s slender beauty just before they melted into each other’s arms on the dance floor.
For Jennilee’s part, their walk along the outside porch was a march of triumph. Heads turned and boys swarmed to them both until Tara shrank back a bit and ducked her head. Jennilee saw her protégé’s panic and smiled at their would-be dates, “Give us just a bitty minute. Tara’s shy and y’all are just takin’ our breath away.” She giggled and gestured and the boys stepped back utterly mesmerized by her accent, her flirtatious charm and her undeniable beauty.
Tara’s face was flushed, eyes starry with hope and then she stepped into the doorway to see Willow bent back in Xander’s arms as he leaned in for a kiss.
Her face blanched, her breathe froze in her lungs.
She stood there utterly lost, standing only because her knees had locked into place. Then suddenly she bolted, bumping Jennilee nearly off her feet as she picked up her dress and ran.
But Jennilee managed to snatch one wrist and hang on, letting herself be dragged back along the porch until Tara stopped, fumbling with stiff frantic fingers to pull the pins out of her hair so that it tumbled free once more, a curtain to hide behind, a place where no one could see her tears.
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Cordelia’s and Harmony’s shrill laughter made Xander pause and look self consciously around him and Willow jerked free and regained her balance.
She stared suspiciously at them and they smiled back at her.
“Why are you laughing, Cordelia?”
Cordelia offered a lazy triumphant grin. “The floor show. You should have seen Tara come in here just now. The look on her face. Worth every penny of renting Xander a tux and bringing him up here.”
“Tara! Tara was here?” Willow raced out the door and screeched to a stop to see Tara at the end of the porch with her head on Jennilee’s breast and her shoulders shaking. She walked up and put her hand on one of Tara’s shoulders.
“Baby, it’s me, Willow.” Tara gulped, obviously struggling not to cry in front of her.
“Tara it’s not what you thought. Xander bent me back but I escaped. No kissage, none.” Then her own voice got shaky, “I’m saving it all, saving it for you, Tara. Only for you. Please dance with me baby. I love you Tara and I want to dance with you.”
Tara lifted her head and turned to face her lover, head down, still shy. But she pointed to herself and when Willow nodded Tara’s special crooked smile bloomed across her face and the two girls locked eyes.
“Oh no you don’t!” Jennilee was having none of it. “I’ve worked like a dog to make you pretty, so you two just hold on for a hot minute while I fix your make-up!” Jennilee got to work and Tara stood patiently, but she only had eyes for Willow.
Then Jennilee bent down to retrieve hair pins off the porch and stood up panting then began to re-pin Tara’s hair.
“No.” Willow’s voice was definite, “Let me.” Then she simply took the pins from between Jennilee’s fingers and put up Tara’s hair for her. while Tara stood smiling, each brush of Willow’s fingers in her hair another kiss . . . another reminder of the day when they’d shared tears and fallen in love.
They walked down the porch hand in hand and entered the dining hall. It was the Archies singing, “Sugar, Sugar” and they both laughed and danced together. A few more approved dance tunes were played then the adults left for a bit and Carly and the boy DJ began mixing up the tunes thanks to a smuggled I-Pod and some hidden CD’s.
The first slow dance started.
Then they reached out and slid into each other’s arms and became one. Warmth blended, the very scents of hair and skin wove into an essence of their own. Their skin pressed together and became a special heat, a fire of their own making. Then their eyes locked; and blue eyes and green eyes seemed to glow with light. They pulled back for only an instant and their lips met. It was not simply a kiss, not just a press of satin and an exploring warmth. But sharing the breath of life and of love between them; becoming one. They could no more resist each other than stars could resist the embrace of the sky or tides resist the pull of the moon.
Their friends had seen it coming during that heartbeat’s pause before the two lovers stepped closer. Jennilee beckoned to the tallest boy she could see and he came at once and took her in his arms. Lawanna danced Darnell over and Carly swung her current partner into the corner while Mary, the shortest of them all, pulled Josh Dibley into place as well. All of them with one thought in their minds; to hide their friends from cruelty and to protect something they knew was good and beautiful.
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But a bigger distraction was needed and Faith was there.
The music sent fire through Faith’s veins and she jumped into the middle of the dance floor. Her fingers snapped, popping a beat and suddenly Joan Jett’s “Bad Reputation” blasted its joyful anarchy across the room.
And Faith danced. Her arms were up, head back, black leather clad hips jerking like she was getting it right there on the dance floor. Boys watched and felt their jaws drop and their interest rise. She was it, the Dark Goddess, the real deal. She knew. She knew everything. But now it was dancing, it was moving, and Faith had all the moves. Her shirt bounced up with every thrust of her hips, muscles playing under the tight flesh of her belly, sweat gleaming like diamonds on her skin. The music was in her, on her, no; she
was the music. She was rough and primal without a pose or a lie in any part of her writhing, hot body. When the music stopped she kept moving and the DJ fumbled with sweat-slick fingers and cranked it up all over again.
The song ran three times and got wilder and wilder with every ride, before the last run through three guys raced to run it again accidentally elbowing Cordelia aside and grinding the pattern of a boot heel onto the top of one of her turquoise pumps.
Meanwhile Faith had jumped onto the top of a table, her worshippers ringed around her, clapping and screaming as her gyrations got even more blatantly sexual. Then she finished, tossed her hair behind her like a floating storm cloud, swept her dark gaze around the room and dared them to try and hold her. Then she flung herself into the air, diving off the table with her arms out and they caught her. Then she moved panther-like and turned in the doorway, accepting their frustrated yearning with one smoking glance before she laughed her husky laugh and vanished into the darkness.
Then the party cranked up again, music blasting loud enough to shake the walls, and the adults came in to take control but it was too late; Faith owned the dance that night and The Legend was born.
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I loved the roses that Willow gave Tara and I had the same thoughts as Tara. I sure hope you thought of a way to keep them together or at last a way for them to see each other on a regular basis. If not, it's gonna really stink!
<= yep, I’m being silly!
And yes, your compliment definitely counts! Thanks!!! 
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I love how everyone worked together to make Tara and Willow's night special. They have some amazing friends. I'm glad Willow cleared everything up with Tara and Tara believed her. Faith is amazing 
and oh my god I'm turning into a perve. Part of the joys of loving Willow and Tara.
. She is just ugly on the inside. I bet if you cut her, black tar would seep from the wound.
. Blackmail, extortion....a girl after my own heart!
I think a new word has been added to the dictionary, there! And yes, I have experienced it myself reading some of the AMAZING stories on this board!
