FIC: The Edge of Silence

[BethanyB3]

Scooping up yet another melted monitor. Thank goodness for those volume discounts.

On a side note, I also loved the lap top in bed scene. It is so intimate & natural, so much a part of an on-going relationship.

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"Let my worship be in the hearts that rejoices, For behold, all acts of love and pleasure are my rituals." ~ from The Charge of the Goddess (traditional Wicca)

[Puff]

Oh thanks for the warnings, unfortunatly I paidno attention to them the first time around so feel overheated and dizzy



Congratulations on your 18 years as well and your civil union

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You know, it's a real deal relationship and that's why people can relate to it
Amber Benson

[Triscuit7]

Hey Kittens, Darcy and I are about ready to take off for VT and Maine (only 5 hours later than planned). We may have an opportunity to drop in and read/post mid-week, but don't know. Anyhow, thanks for all the good wishes and many thanks for reading.



LeatherQueen - thank you. You know what they say about dizziness; you should have your condition seen to immediately.



Jennpurr - Thanks for the WOW and the thudding icon. Truly glad you're enjoying the intensity of the girls as they discover one another. And try to get some sleep...



Thanatopsis - Big evil grin. Wordless are we?



MadeinNZ - Yep, 18 years and still counting. And rushing is sooo bad, just take your time and ease into, um, things.... Thanks for the "friggin' amazing!"



OhGroovetasticOne - You know I just love yummys, almost as much as I like thuds. Thanks and enjoy the cold shower.



kukalaka - See above re: THUD! Thanks.



dulcinea - thanks.



xita - 12 is still fantastic! And Darcy is soo into the research aspects, 'nuf said



spazz07 - I'm glad you finally remembered how to breathe

Thanks for finding the fic THUD worthy and I'm glad I warmed things up.



funkyasian - Just breathe naturally. Concentrating only makes your heart race. I think I like Willow-tongue more than Willow-fingers, but both are mighty fine. Hope the "stuff" worked out...



BethanyB3 - that's 2 monitors in 2 updates. Is that a record?



Puff - you always have to check the warning labels, so I'm not sorry that you're overheated and dizzy - kinda proud in fact. And thanks.

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I brought marshmallows!

[Jennpurr]

Quote:

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Jennpurr - Thanks for the WOW and the thudding icon. Truly glad you're enjoying the intensity of the girls as they discover one another. And try to get some sleep...

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You probably won't see this before you leave, but be careful guys. Get there and back safely.



You are very welcome for those.



I'm enjoying the intensity, yes, but what I'm enjoying the most is the tenderness and love that I feel and see from what you write. It's just so beautiful. Thank you, for making it that way. That's the way it should be.



Hee... actually it didn't take me long to fall asleep last night, I was very as I am tonight. I just had to use that icon again, I couldn't resist.



Anyway, take care ladies. My best to you both. ((HUGS))



Jen

------------------------Willow: strong like an amazon?
Tara: Strong like an amazon, right.

[mollyig]

“Oh yes,” Tara sighed



Oh yes indeed!

Adding up the total of a love that's true, multiply life by the power of two
Indigo Girls

[Triscuit7]

Hi Kittens - We've been having a great time. The ceremony was good (I did forget part of my vows...but it was still good); Darcy says the honeymoon is better. We've left VT for Maine and will be heading home on Friday.



The writing is coming along.... It may be a little sloppier than usual. We're working with a new laptop, unfamiliar programs and a cramped keyboard... so...anyway here's an update.



This is still NC17 with W/T goodness but also increasing angst.



Disclaimer - Read at your own risk; I'm not responsible for damaged equipment



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Tara gazed down at the trembling woman beneath her body while pressing herself more firmly, more quickly against the thigh and hipbone she straddled. She watched her lover's red-crowned head tip back against the mattress as their mutual pleasure intensified. Willow's hands had been stroking her back and sides; now they gripped her, the strong fingers individual pressure points in the muscles over her shoulder blades. Tara continued thrusting with her fingers and began a slow circular motion of her thumb over Willow's clitoris. The green eyes closed as her lover gave herself over to sensation, her lips parting as her breathing roughened.



She let herself rest more fully on the slim redhead. She was close too, but wanted to feel her lover cresting with more than just her hips, belly and fingers. Tara brushed her full lips over Willow's perfect breasts and kissed her way up. Her lips lingered on her neck, and she lightly tongued the marks she'd left. Willow reacted immediately; Tara shivered, her own lips parting, as short nails raked her back.



"Harder," Willow demanded hoarsely, tipping her head even farther back.



Tara complied and used her teeth and lips to enlarge the bruises, little whimpers emerging from her own mouth as she did so. She wanted Willow so much, wanted to wedge herself in next to the redhead's heart. She lifted her head and took a quick kiss from the cool lips. She knew, her fingers knew where the redhead's heat was concentrated. She rubbed Willow's center with strong strokes of her thumb, her fingers reaching deep. She saw the green eyes open, unfocused, and felt the first flutter as her lover stiffened.



It was enough.



Tara's back arched, driving her pelvis against Willow's thigh, and she shuddered, the orgasm momentarily graying out her vision.



"Tara!" Willow cried out her name, then as Tara thrust into her hard, she screamed, "Yesss!"



She continued to stroke her lover's clitoris with her thumb, watching as waves of pleasure coursed through the redhead, each seemingly connected to the motions of her thumb.



Passion and Willow. Since she'd first made love to the redhead three nights ago, they had become synonyms in her mind. Tara knew her own nature. She was quiet, placid, like a deep pool of water. Willow was exhuberant, like fire, occasionally restrained but never really still. The redhead's passionate nature made her own boil, and she craved Willow's fire like she had never hungered for anything else in her life.



She needed Willow so much it frightened her.



Willow's eyes opened.



"Good morning, sweetie." Tara smiled down at the redhead, locking that fear away with the others she kept submerged in her depths. Right now - right here - this was enough.



The redhead's brow furrowed. She gasped as Tara wriggled her fingers.



"I promised you a 'good morning' and a 'hello'," she explained. "Ready for 'hello'?"



Green eyes blinked up at her and she stroked Willow's clitoris.



Suddenly Willow gripped her wrist. Tara froze.



"Nnghh." Willow shook her head. "Stop."



"I-I d-didn't h-hurt you, d-did I?" It was the only possiblity she was willing to consider.



"No." The redhead licked her lips. "Just stop."



Tara slipped off her lover's thigh and tried to withdraw her hand. She would have pulled away if Willow's hand hadn't held her in place. Willow's other hand brushed the hair from her face.



"I just need to rest."



She dared to look in her lover's eyes, but didn't find the rejection she feared.



"Tara?" The satiated look turned concerned.



She hid her fear again. "I w-was worried that I h-hurt you."



"No hurt here," Willow reassured, relaxing her grip. She brushed her thumb lightly along the inside of Tara's wrist. Her green eyes held questions and her brow remained furrowed. "Sooo not hurting here, really. And you, you're okay?"



"Oh, yes." She smiled at the redhead. "Very okay."



"Good." Her lover lifted herself up on an elbow and kissed her gently. "I don't know how you do that, Tara Maclay. How do you make me feel that way?"



"Magic?" Tara answered with an impish smile.



"Um, maybe a bit," Willow grinned, "but you're doing something else."



"This?" She moved her thumb teasingly and smirked as the green eyes momentarily lost their focus again.



"Uh-huh. That." Willow squeezed her wrist and she stopped.



"You're sure, sweetie?" When Willow nodded, she asked, "Is this still nice? I mean, I think you're still wet enough, or do you want me out?"



"No, stay. You just feel so good. I'll let you know if it gets uncomfortable." The redhead kissed her again and then wrinkled her brow in thought. "I think my thumb would get tired, but you just keep on going, like the Energizer bunny. How do you do that?"



"Ummm, clean living, good food,..."



"Silly." Willow interrupted her.



"Exercise?" she offered with a lopsided smile. She nodded earnestly at Willow's mock glare, "No really."



Willow raised one eyebrow skeptically, then sighed. "Okay, I'll bite. How do you exercise your thumb?"



"Thumb wrestling. My mother and I used to thumb wrestle all the time. I guess I still have the muscles."



Willow smiled and slowly shook her head. "Remind me to thank your mother."



"You can't. She's dead."



"Oh god, Tara, I'm sorry. I didn't ..." Anxious green eyes searched her face.



She interrupted her lover's anguished apology, "It's okay, sweetie. It happened a while ago, back when I was seventeen." She gently withdrew her fingers and rested her hand comfortingly on Willow's tummy.



"You never mentioned ... I am such an idiot. I know you said they were her books, but I thought she'd given them to you, not that ..."



"Shhhh." Tara kissed the troubled redhead's lips. "It w-was ... is h-hard," she stuttered as she made the correction, "and I m-miss her, but I'll always h-have her with me, too."



"I think I envy you that." Willow looked away for a moment, then turned back towards her. "My mother barely knows who I am."



"You're k-kidding, right? She must love you. You're so wonderful."



"Not to her, I'm not. I'm just an interesting case study. She hasn't seen me in years - I mean really seen me, 'cause of course she's seen me, seen me. But she doesn't know anything about me, really. She can't, not and ..." Willow paused; when she spoke again, her voice held an edge. "Tara, your mother taught you magic. Mine ... tried to burn me as a witch."



"What?" Tara sat bolt upright and stared at her lover.



Willow shrugged. "It was when I was in high school, senior year. This Hansel/Gretel demon came to town and possessed a bunch of people. Sunnydale. Hellmouth. No surprise really. Buffy's mom organized Mothers Opposed to the Occult. MOO - how lame an acronym is that? My mother was a charter member. They caught Buffy, me, another girl - Amy - and tried to burn us at the stake." Willow's eyes had darkened with the memory.



"B-But ... " Tara felt like crying; the scenario was so close to her own darkest fears. That her Willow could have been so threatened ....



"They didn't of course - here now, and not all ashy. Giles and Cordelia rescued us, and Buffy killed the demon. But not before some of Giles's books got crispied. Oh, and Amy turned herself into a rat to escape. Or maybe she was trying to turn MOO into rats and it backfired. I don't know which." Willow shrugged again, dismissing the danger.



"The r-rat in your r-room is Amy?" Tara tried to find some positive something to focus on.



"Uh-huh. And I so suck at being a witch that she's missed two years of being a girl."



"You do not suck at being a witch," Tara insisted. "Spells l-like that are hard. D-Dangerous even. S-Sounds like she didn't really know what she was d-doing."



Willow looked back her uncertainly, apparently needing affirmation. "You think so? That I don't suck at being a witch?"



"Uh-uh," Tara shook her head for emphasis. "You just need practice is all." She hesitated, not certain how to ask.



The redhead lifted her eyebrows. "What?"



"Uh, d-did ... d-do you t-talk to your mom?"



Willow nodded her head. "Yep. Sometimes. Rarely, really, but never about me or my life. I mean, the longest conversation we ever had, at least before the whole burning-at-the-stake thing, was about the patriarchal bias on Mr. Roger's Neighborhood." She turned the conversation away from an obviously uncomfortable subject. "Do you have family somewhere?"



Tara pulled away slightly and ducked her head, unable to look at her lover. She didn't even want to think about her family.



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Willow sat up. You idiot, she chastised herself. Her mom's dead and you don't know how. Now you're asking about other family members. She cautiously reached out a hand toward the blonde, prepared for her girlfriend to shut her out. "Hey, Tare, I'm sorry. I jus ..."



"Can we just not talk about it?" Although her voice was harsh, Tara didn't withdraw completely.



"Sure ..." Willow managed to agree past the lump in her throat, and found her hand captured and lifted to the blonde's lips. She wished she could see Tara's eyes, but blonde hair curtained them. She'd seen Tara use that trick with others, but up until now the blonde hadn't deliberately used it with her. Steeling herself against rejection, Willow reached out and pushed some of the hair back, tucking it behind the blonde's right ear.



Tears tracked slowly down her girlfriend's cheeks. Her blue eyes brimmed with them.



"I h-have b-big ears." Tara stuttered and glanced away.



Willow smiled, and let Tara be avoid-y. "Here. Let me see." Very carefully, she inched forward to look and made a great deal of examining Tara's right ear. "No, you don't, silly. This is a perfect ear." She kissed it. "Now I can't be sure about the other, but let me see." After pushing the hair back on that side too, she duplicated her moves with her girlfriend's left ear. "Nope. You're wrong, Tare-bear, you have perfect ears."



"Tare-bear?" The blonde looked at her questioningly.



"Would you rather Snookums? Or Blondie? Or ..."



"Tare-bear's fine, Willow-pillow." Tara interrupted, a smile back on her face as she brushed the unshed tears from her eyes.



"Willow-pillow? Willow-pillow?" She repeated, somewhat aghast.



"Or Will-sills? Or Willy-silly?" Tara offered other choices. "Not Red though, 'cause you don't like that."



"Lord, no!" Willow was truly aghast now.



"But I think I'll stick with just Willow." Tara kissed the palm of the hand she was holding. "It suits you so well. You're slim, supple, bright like springtime."



Willow shivered just a little bit; the way Tara looked at her when saying things like that made her heart sing. She edged closer still and softly kissed the woman's full lips.



"Willow, would you do s-something for me?" Her girlfriend whispered against her lips.



She pulled back a little and smiled. She'd been worried for a moment that Tara was going to call her "just Willow". "What do you want?"



"It's s-silly, but, ..." Tara paused. "I want to touch you all over."



"Haven't you been doing that?" she asked with a puzzled smile.



"Um, no. I've t-touched you intimately - but I haven't touched your little toes." Tara flushed a little.



"You want to touch my toes?" She repeated, confused, amused - and a little bit aroused. "You have a foot fetish, hmmm?"



"I'm not going to touch just your toes, sweetie." The blonde woman smiled slightly. "You can call me Tare-bear."



"Bribing me now, huh?" Willow grinned. "Okay, but no tickling."



"Oh, no. No tickling." Tara assured her.



She sighed. From the look that flitted over the blonde's face, she just knew that she would be the centerpiece in a tickle fest - not today, but sometime - and resigned herself to the fact. "So what should I do?"



"Lie down on your tummy and just get comfy."



Willow followed Tara's direction and crossed her arms for a pillow. She watched the blonde covertly, enjoying the way her breasts moved as she crawled into position. Her lover cradled a foot and began to explore it. Tara started with her toes, touching each individually. She jumped a little when the blonde gently pinched the cushion on her little toe, but was prepared when the pinch was repeated on the other four. She flinched again when her lover's fingers examined the sensitive webbing between them. She relaxed with a soft sigh when Tara pressed her thumbs into her sole, massaging deeply. In that instant Willow decided that she was wrong. Tara didn't have a foot fetish, she did.



Her lover finished with a squeeze to her heel and softly said "Willow-foot" before duplicating her actions on the other.



By the time Tara had reached her upper thighs, Willow had decided that the intimacy of all her lover's previous touching paled in the face of this. What had gone before was merely sexual; this was that and more. She would never have guessed that having her lover lick her behind her knees would have sent electric shocks racing to the place they did. Tara continued to murmur identifications as she finished touching various body parts. Willow had regretted hearing the soft "Willow-knee" but then the fingers, lips, and tongue moved on to her thighs and the regrets disappeared.



Now Tara's hands rested on her left thigh, one on the outside, one on the inside. Willow could feel the length of Tara's right index finger against the outer lip of her pussy and knew the blonde could feel how wet she was. She wanted to check out the look on her lover's face. Instead, she pressed her forehead against her arms and concentrated on breathing.



"Easy, sweetie. Just try to relax. I'm not going to do anything kinky." Tara acknowledged her tension, if not her arousal.



Right now, she was all for the kinky. Willow bit her lower lip, stifling a moan as her lover's fingers massaged her thigh, each movement rubbing along her swollen, slick lip. Hot kisses and a wet tongue followed, making tracks directly up the back of her left thigh. She was actually trembling when Tara finally said "Willow-thigh" and ended the delicious torment.



The hands shifted to her right thigh. She couldn't stop the moan as Tara's left index finger now rubbed her.



"Someone likes this, I think." Her lover's low voice was laced with amusement. "Why would I tickle you when I can do this? This is so much more fun than tickling - although I bet you're really squirmy."



"I never knew you were such a tease," Willow gasped, and spread her legs as far as she could given Tara's position astride her calves.



"I'm not teasing." The blonde's lips seared her skin.



"Not teas ... oh god, Tara!" Willow exclaimed as Tara ran her tongue up her thigh.



"Nope, teasing would be mean." The blonde caressed her buttocks with her fingertips and shifted off her legs. "There. Would you like to spread your legs a little more?"



Willow didn't need a second invitation and spread her legs wide. Maybe she could press herself against the mattress when Tara started again. She felt the blonde position herself again and tensed in anticipation of Tara-fingers stroking her bottom.



"Want my fingers, sweet Willow?"



For a moment she was confused - Tara had said nothing kinky, so surely not ... there.



"Want them here, sweetie?" Tara stroked her opening with her thumbs.



She hissed and lifted her bottom.



"I'll take that as a 'yes'," the blonde said with a chuckle, and slipped her left hand forward. "There, you can press on that while I do ... this. "



Willow moaned as Tara slowly slipped two fingers deep inside her. She'd had sex in this position once before and had enjoyed it immensely. But it had failed to make a repeat appearance; Oz had enjoyed watching her face too much. This, she thought, as she rubbed against Tara's hand, was not only different, but better. She could feel her lover make adjustments in how she was kneeling simply to stroke her more deeply. Willow repositioned herself so that she could lean on her forearms. Closing her eyes, she enjoyed how the bedding rubbed her nipples as she rocked in rhythm with Tara's thrusts.



Her lover pressed back at her with her pinned hand and Willow clenched her hands in the covers.



"Feels soooo good." Her voice thick with lust, Willow arched her back.



"How about this?" Tara asked.



Willow gasped as her lover's right thumb teased her anus, slowly pushing and rubbing against the tight ring. For several long moments, she forgot to breathe. Then ... "Oh, Tara!" She bucked as another orgasm swept through her, then slowly collapsed forward. Heart thundering, wanting nothing more than to lie limp against the sheets, she still moaned as Tara slowly withdrew her hands.



Her lover wasn't finished, and caressed her bottom and lower back with her fingertips. By the time Willow heard "Willow-bottom", she had mostly recovered.



"I need you to shift a little for me," her lover requested. "Close up your legs, I need to straddle them again," she explained.



"Okay," Willow agreed, curious about what the blonde intended, and complied.



Tara placed one knee on either side of her thighs. She could feel her girlfriend's pussy resting against her bottom. Her playful lover caressed her back lightly, with no more pressure than a feather. Her fngertips made gentle swirling patterns across her back and shoulders. It wasn't quite tickling, but it was damn close. By the time Tara leaned forward, she had stimulated every nerve in her back.



The next caress was even gentler.



Willow raised her head and asked tentatively, "Tara? That ... um ... those are your nipples, right?"



"What do you think, sweetie?" Tara queried back, her voice slightly hoarse.



"Oh, yes," she confirmed, and arched her back at the mental image of what her lover was doing.



Leaning forward, Tara's nipples stroked the entire length of her back. Her girlfriend whispered in her ear, "I wish you could see them, Willow," and slowly leaned back again.



"Oh, god, Tara." Willow moaned and tried to reach behind her.



Her girlfriend defeated her easily. Holding onto her wrist, she repeated the lean and stroke. "Want something, sweetie?"



"You're definitely teasing now!" Willow accused.



"Maybe I am, but you are enjoying this, aren't you?" Tara asked in a throaty voice, and stroked again. "'Cause I know I am."



"They're sooo hard ..." She tried to turn over, but her girlfriend's position held her on her belly. "... Please Tara, I want ..." Her voice trailed off.



"Want what, sweet Willow?" Tara stroked her again and licked the nape of her neck.



"To roll over and ...oooh." She was distracted as her lover slowly slid her nipples over her shoulder blades. "To make love to your breasts."



"Well, ..." Tara hesitated, evidently weighing her options. "Okay, but ..."



"But what?" Willow asked worriedly.



"But I get to finish this another day. I haven't touched your front yet." Her lover shifted her weight to her left and released her. "Okay, sweetie?"



"Very okay." Willow would have agreed to almost anything at this point. Freed, she rolled over onto her back and reached for the blonde, but found herself blocked.



"Uh-uh." Tara shook her head for added emphasis. "In a moment."



Willow pouted, but relaxed back onto the mattress. She eyed the heavy-lidded blonde and realized that her girlfriend was extremely turned on - maybe as much as she was.



Carefully Tara straddled her again, her head tipping back slightly as their pussies came into contact. "Give me your hands, sweetie."



Her heart hammering in her chest, she placed her hands in Tara's. Interlocking their fingers, the blonde pressed their joined hands back against the mattress on either side of Willow's head.



"Comfy?" Tara asked, a slightly amused look on her flushed face.



"I think so, but how can I reach ..."



"Like this, sweetie." Tara leaned forward and let a nipple brush her lips. She grinned down at her. "Hello, Willow."

Edited by: Triscuit7 at: 7/31/02 12:12:48 pm

[Lindy]

Oh my.. oohhh myyy... wow.

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It's nothing. It's all.. nothing

[Tiggrscorpio]

That has got to be the most stimulating scene I think I've ever read.



As I'm having trouble forming coherent thoughts, I'll simply say, thank you!

*****

She's my everything!

[The Inward Sea]

and again!



And Congratulations for both of you!



Sea

Edited by: The Inward Sea at: 7/31/02 12:48:28 pm

[umadamber]

I just caught up on this...and oh my god am i glad i did!!!

Willow: Oh, um. Various sounds of hesitation.
Tara: She was just a friend.
Willow: Friends are nice.

[spazz07]

Once again problematic breathing problems after reading one of your updates i can honestly say that was the most erotic scene i've ever read, it was just so beautiful.



Glad to hear your ceremony went well and that you're enjoying your honeymoon



Cheers

Nath

If life was meant to be a bed of daisy's we'd have chicken crap thown on us all the time.

[Tulipp]

Wow. I'm so sorry that I have negleted to post here before to tell you that...well, holy cowy wow. Very hot stuff.



You know what else I really liked, even if it makes me a bad person? I really liked how way back in the first couple of parts, Willow didn't have much patience with Buffy's moping and moaning over Riley. It always really bothered me that when Oz left Willow, everyone expected W. to get over it right away. Buffy was incredibly non-sympathetic. Poor Willow. So I read those early sections with a vengeful smile.



Thanks for this great story; I need to back and read The River in Me now.

[Jennpurr]

Oh, good God, Mel. Mmmm... that was.... WOW



I'll second what Tiggr said, that was one of the most erotic and stimulating scenes I have ever read. WOW, was it ever.



DUDE... and more after the honeymoon?? Are you trying to kill us here?? Not that I'm complaining, mind you. I hope you two are having a wonderful time.



Mmm...



and one more...







Okay... need to go take a cold shower now and um... well... other stuff...







Thanks, girl.



Take care,

Jen

------------------------Willow: strong like an amazon?
Tara: Strong like an amazon, right.

[tiredsoul]

Excellent. Just excellent. You have left me speechless.

[AutumnT]

Hoo Boy. I'm not sure why this chapter is named "Let Me Sleep" because no one seems to be doing anything of the sleeping variety here. And thank God for that.



Congrats on the wedding and thanks for taking time out of your no doubt busy honeymoon schedule to amuse the kittens.

Autumn

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Buffy Season 6: It grated, like something forced in where it doesn't belong.

[sparrow]

oh my.... I'm.....you guys....that's the most erotic....sexy...mind numbing...drool creating...hot...sweaty...



*flies into the wall*



oxygen please

And, yet, I just can't seem to care


I'm not coming back

[DarkWiccan]

DW

[BFR from Paris]

Permettez que je m'évanouisse un bref instant...

[hazeljoie]

Triscuit, I think you broke my eyes!I must have forgotten to blink sometime during that update and now my eyes are all teary and sting-y! That was...wow! Thanks!

[Canadian Kitty]

Ummm.... ummm..... ummm.....

"I'm not coming back." Willow. Villians

[Thanatopsis]

ummmm... yeah..... good update....

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Too many of us live desert lives. ~Charles de Lint

[Puff]

Um well wow.



Congratulations to the both of you and thank you so much for posting this part...I said wow right?

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You know, it's a real deal relationship and that's why people can relate to it
Amber Benson

[funkyasian]

i...ummm...this...i...

amazing...breathing becoming an issue...laptop melted...i'm melting...and my baby's not here to help...coherent speech not coming...must take cold shower to think again.



glad to see you both well...need to go calm heartbeat...



steph

[LeatherQueen]

Once more, with the dizziness. Um... that was incredibly hot. I'm not sure, but I think you might have melted the Pens with that one.



Congrats on your wedding! And have fun with all the 'research' on your honeymoon.

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"But when they're playing your song on the jukebox in Hell, you might as well dance." - K. Simpson


"Futile... like a FOX, baby!" - Tara in The Late Shift by wiccachica

[Ghostwriter]

Oh. My. God. Great update! Thank you and congradulations. I hope you are enjoying your honeymoon.

[Dumbsaint]

That was just... delightful. Thanks ever so much.

"It's not real. I mean, there are no vampires, there are no witches. Well, there are Wiccans, but they're not making out with Alyson, so..." -Amber Benson

[mollyig]

Tara as water, Willow the fiery one. Beautiful imagery there.



Tara mapping out Willow's body, appointing names, that was so wonderfully sensual.



I thank you, and congratulate you also!

Adding up the total of a love that's true, multiply life by the power of two
Indigo Girls

[xita]

I've been pimping this story all day long I gave a certain description of events and people would quickly ask for a link



Hmm.. blush.. i may have a foot fetish myself now.. and the rest well

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"Oooh Xita!" - Amber Benson

[scifiacid]

thud



faints dead away.

[Rane018]

i...uh... yeah.... wow.... what a scene, a couple of scenes! hehe,,,



congratutlations on your civil union and honeymoon. woo hoo!!!!

"She has magic fingers." Then, as though the words had just echoed back to her and sounded not at all right, she perked up and glanced around at the others. "On the keyboard." Tara, The Wisdom Of War...