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Hey Kittens! Here I am again with a fresh update! Sorry if I took so long, but it was a bit difficult to put all my ideas on the keyboard. *sheepish* Wow! So many feedbacks! Thanks guys! Title: Back Again Author: Kayleen Rating: R (naughtiness ahead!) Pairings: W/T, B/F, X/A… Spoilers: Nop, none. This is an AU. Summary: Willow and her parents left the US when she was little, now she’s back and she’s not alone. (I suck at summaries, I know) WARINING: Cliffhanger ahead Kittens!! ~*~*~*~*~*~*~ Chapter 3 – In The DarkAfter much catching up and chatting between the old and new friends, they all helped Willow and Diego to clean up the house (although Anya was complaining about ‘not being paid’), which proved to be a quite interesting experience since mother and son insisted on working with the radio on as loud as humanly possible, singing and dancing around the entire time. ‘You can’t live in a building full of hormonal teenager girls without getting used to loud music and fooling around, you get a little crazy after a while.’ Willow had said with a laugh, explaining that back in Brazil a friend of hers owned a building that he rented to college girls and they got to live on the top apartment as long as she ‘babysitted’ for him, meaning: the building had to be standing when he checked. The Scoobies had a good laugh with the tales the redhead shared about her gremlins, as she called them, specially the one when the girls had decided (with Diego’s help) to put some pink hair dye on her shampoo bottle and she had to stay weeks with bright pink hair. Of course, payback was much sweeter when they all (including Diego) woke up one day with their faces full of inventive drawings in colorful permanent markers that took two months to come off. Since then it was a non-stop prank war between them. When they were done, it was already mid afternoon, so they all said goodbye and went to their respective homes, agreeing to meet later at the Bronze (Anya was grumbling something about slaves on 21st century). So right now Willow was checking her outfit in front of the mirror, discussing with her reflection which clothes she would wear. “So let’s see, I wanna appear sexy, but not skanky, stylish but not too dress up…” she was mumbling to herself trying to decide what to wear. “Nothing too colorful ‘cause, hello, me plus colorful equals geeky nerd! So that’s a no go.” “I want to impress Tara but not appear to much interested, just enough to get her attention.” she continued talking to the mirror, “Got to be comfortable without being to careless so…How about… this?” she asked her reflection as if expecting it to answer. “Yep, I agree, that’ll do.” She nodded satisfied and proceeded to put her chosen outfit on. “Yep, Rosenberg, you’re looking good! You gonna make her drool, baby!” she grinned checking herself on the mirror. She was wearing ‘painted on’ dark red leather pants, a black top that kept everything in place without covering too much, black leather jacket and boots to match. The make-up was subtle, just dark eyeliner to bring out the big green and some lip gloss. She let her hair down and the only jewelry she was wearing was her silver ring on her right hand. “Gonna show the little Americans what twenty years on a tropical country can do with you, heh?” she smirked at her reflection shaking her hips to make her point. “Disney said that talking to yourself is the first sign of madness.” came the amused voice of her son. She turned around to the boy standing on the doorway and raised a red eyebrow. “And your point is?” “She said to make sure you don’t get too crazy.” Willow laughed. “You’re talking about craziness and a girl who took a dare to run naked across the campus singing, awfully off-key I must add, Who Let The Dogs Out and waving her arms around. Hypocrite much?” “True, but that’s why she told me to least to take some pictures when the sun fries your last brain cells.” He smiled cheekily and ducked when she threw a sock at him. “You scamp!” she chastised good naturally. “So, how I look?” “Sincerely or want me to cheer you up? Kidding!” he added when she glared at him. “She will fall on her knees.” Well, I’d rather she open them… She smirked at the thought but hastily remembered herself that there was a kid in the room. Keep these thoughts for later, you pervert!
“Well, hum, thanks…” she blushed at her lewd thoughts. “So, what you’re going to do all night?” she quickly composed herself.
“Me? I’m going to be a good little boy and go early to bed.” he smiled sweetly and laughed when his Mama shot him a ‘yeah right’ look. “Don’t worry, I’m not going to burn the furniture to play fireman.”
“You better not, tiger.” she growled playfully at him.
“I’ll just watch TV, there’s a Pokémon marathon today.” he said gleefully.
“You and those japanese cartoons.” She shook her head. “Just don’t stay up ‘til late, ok?”
“Yes, sir!” he saluted mockingly.
“Good soldier, now you know the rules, right?”
“Sir, yes, sir! No junk food before bed, no staying up late, brush my teeth and no blowing up the house!” he continued his soldier impression.
“You got it, soldier.” The redhead ruffled his hair and grinned. “I know you can take care of yourself and Ash will be here to keep your company.” as if he had heard his name being called the husky skipped into the room and stood beside his mistress. “Won’t you, boy?” she scratched behind his ear and he wagged his tails approvingly.
“Don’t worry, Mama, I’ll be fine, you can go and shake your groovy thing.” Diego grinned when she laughed and kissed his forehead.
“Let’s wait downstairs, the girls will pick me up in a couple of minutes.”
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“Stop fuckin’ fidgeting!!” shouted Faith for the twentieth time in the last thirty minutes.
“I-I still d-don’t get why you have to do my m-make-up.” complained Tara still fidgeting uncomfortably.
“For fuck’s sake!! You want the girl, don’t you?! You’re about to tear hear her clothes off and fuck her brains out, so shut the fuck up and let me prepare you to at least do it with style!” growled the brunette.
“Well, I wouldn’t have said it in such a colorful language, but I agree with her, Tara, there’s obviously some sparkage, I’m surprised she still didn’t make a move.” said Buffy.
“I t-think you guys are r-reading too much into this.”
“Aw, com’on Tara! You two are all with the goo goo eyes at each other!” complained Dawn, “I mean, it’s just like those movies which the couple is irritatingly oblivious to each other’s feelings but everyone else knows, you just need someone to spark a little jealousy and you have all the clichés!”
“You won’t leave this alone, will you?”
“No!” answered the trio.
“This is a plot against me…” she complained to Miss Kitty. The cat looked at her as if asking ‘And what I’m supposed to do about this?’.
“Stop talking to your cat like a crazy old lady and let me finish this.” ordered Faith and started brushing the blonde’s hair.
“I can’t believe I’m letting you do this to me…”
“Shut up already or I’ll stuff this fuckin’ brush in your mouth!” snapped the brunette slayer.
“Should I be afraid?” she mocked and Faith rolled her eyes.
“There! Done! Didn’t hurt, did it?” the brunette asked in an exasperated tone.
“Now you have the Summers & Jackson approbation seal!” Dawn declared proudly.
“Peachy, I’m going out dressed up by The Three Stooges.” she grumbled and got three cushions on the head. “Hey! Careful with the merchandise!” she glared at them.
“Anymore complaints, Your Highness?”
“Geez, let me see. Can this skirt get any shorter? It barely reaches my thighs! And this top is squeezing the air out of me.” she smirked at her friend’s exasperated looks.
“What? Won’t complain about the boots?” asked Dawn sarcastically.
“Enough of this shit, now that Miss Wanna Be Mary Poppins is ready let’s get Red and start the fun!” cut Faith dragging the girls out of the door.
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Willow jumped off the couch when she heard the doorbell, much to Diego’s amusement. The redhead swallowed hard and looked at him. He smiled and made a gesture of ‘go on’ with his hand.
She took a deep breath and opened the door and was instantly breathless with the vision of beauty before her. She didn’t even notice the other people on the doorstep, her eye were glued on Tara, she was totally breathtaking! The blonde goddess was clad in a strapless dark blue top that accentuated her full breasts, a mini leather skirt and knee length heeled boots. Her make-up was light, just to emphasize her angelic features and her golden hair framed her face and flowed down her shoulders. She’s a nymph, no, a goddess… no, an angel… meu anjo
Tara too was mesmerized by the redhead; she couldn’t help but notice how the redhead’s hugged her curves perfectly or the amount of stomach that was being displayed by the top she was wearing. She also noticed a piercing with a tiny green stone on her bellybutton. Sexy… How can anyone be this beautiful? This should be illegal. Willow and handcuffs, yummy… Get your mind out of the gutter, McClay!!
“Blondie, you better close your mouth or you gonna catch a fly.” Faith smirked pulling the girls back to Earth.
“Eh… um…” Tara stammered blushing bright red.
“You ready Willow?” Dawn decided to cut short Tara’s embarrassment.
“Yeah, I’ll just grab my purse.” she ran to the couch and took the purse Diego handed her. “Bye tiger, behave!” she kissed him goodbye and went out of the door.
“I still don’t get why you call him tiger.” said Buffy as they walked to the jeep.
Faith, Willow, Tara and Dawn looked at her in feigned horror.
“You don’t know?!” asked Dawn clutching her heart in mock shock.
“It’s so obvious!” Faith exclaimed and Tara nodded her agreement.
“Enlighten me.” the blonde slayer narrowed her eyes.
“There’s a tiger named Diego on that Disney movie Ice Age.” explained Willow in a ‘duh!’ tone.
They all laughed at Buffy’s indignant face.
“How was I supposed to know that?”
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The Bronze was packed as always, loud music blaring, people grinding against each other on the dance floor and the smell of sweat and alcohol filled the air. They looked around and spotted Xander and Anya on a table nearby.
“Hey ladies.” greeted Xander when he saw the approaching group.
“About time!” huffed Anya, “We were waiting here forever, wasting precious orgasm time!”
“There’s always the bathroom.” smirked Faith.
“That won’t work, Xander can’t go to the ladies room.” she whined, “Only you lesbians can have orgasms in the bathroom, it isn’t fair.”
“You mean you tried?” Buffy arched an eyebrow.
“Yeah, but the guard kicked us out and told us to ‘go fuck on the next dark alley’.”
“And did you?” Faith asked clearly amused.
“Yep.”
“An…” he groaned blushing beet red.
They laughed at Xander embarrassment and Willow wondered if Anya was doing that on purpose.
“So… um, Willow, like the place?” asked Xander hastily changing the subject.
“Yeah, it’s no Coyote Ugly but it’s cool.” she grinned.
“It would be kinda interesting having dancing barmaids…”
“We did something like that back home,” started the redhead, “it kinda was a bet we lost, so we had to dress skimpy and offer to be the ‘Coyotes’ of a local bar.”
“You too? I m-mean, you had to d-dance on the c-counter?” inquired Tara, her mind swirling with images of Willow dancing suggestively up a counter of a bar.
“Yep, the owner even offered us jobs afterwards.” she smirked, “We probably left a lot of horny patrons behind.”
“If you did anything like the movie that’s no wonder.” quipped Dawn looking at Willow in amazement.
“You got the job then?” asked Xander getting really interested on the subject.
“Nop, although it was fun it was kinda tiring too, dancing and serving all night.”
“What kind of bet you lost anyway?” Anya raised a curious eyebrow.
“Eh… um… I-I think I’m going to dance a bit.” Smooth, Rosenberg, real smooth. she thought as she made it to dance floor. Hm, I like this song… she glanced at the table where Tara was looking at her, or better yet, at her behind. I think it’s time to put that little technic Dis taught me. You’re going to be dancing with me soon, Tara.
She grinned to herself and turned around, catching Tara’s eyes with hers and started grinding her hips and moving her body along with the sensual beat of the song. She lifted her arms, caressing her upper body and hair in the process, never breaking eye contact with Tara she liked her lips sensuously. She could see the blonde’s eyes darkening to a cobalt blue and grinned, coaxing her with her eyes and her dance. Her grin widened when Tara got up and started walking to her.
Tara didn’t know what she was doing, she just knew she had to be near the sexy redhead. When she saw that pink tongue darting out of that delectable mouth her head was filled with images of what more that tongue could do to her body. So there she was, totally turned on and walking up to the object of her desires.
“Want to dance?” Willow purred close to the blonde’s ear.
“I-I d-don’t k-know how to d-dance.” she answered shakily.
“I can teach you.” the redhead said in a low tone as she looked deeply into the pools of darkening blue.
Tara could only nod, not really trusting her voice with Willow standing so close. Willow took her arms and gently put them around her neck, then grabbed her hips and put one leg between the blonde’s, thighs touching and started swaying again, grinding their hips together with beat of ‘One More Addiction’.
“Follow the rhythm.” she instructed and Tara shuddered as the redhead hot breath warmed her lips.
Soon Tara picked the rhythm and was dancing sensuously against Willow, never once breaking eye contact with the smoldering dark green eyes of the redhead.
Oblivious to the attention they were attracting, Willow started running her hands up Tara’s back and under her top, needing to feel her skin. Tara moaned with the contact and buried her hands in the silky red hair, lightly massaging her neck and scalp. Willow took this as a good sign and got even closer to the blonde so that no air passed between them, thighs grinding against the other’s groin and breasts sliding against breasts. She could feel Tara’s hardened nipples rubbing against her breasts and was sure Tara could feel hers too.
Willow moaned, her breath hot on Tara’s ear as moisture pooled between her legs. Without thinking, Tara seized the redhead’s earlobe with her teeth and started nipping and sucking on it greedily, coaxing more moans out of Willow.
The redhead thrust her thigh harder against Tara’s groin, grinning widely when she was rewarded with a throaty groan from the blonde. She grabbed Tara’s ass and squeezed firmly, grinding their hips together and moaning along with her.
“Yes.” Tara hissed and bit into the redhead’s neck, tasting the salty sweat as she ran her tongue along the tasty column of flesh.
“Oh Gods…” Willow moaned wantonly.
Just then they noticed the melody fading and the crowd around them, males and females in various levels of arousal watching them like hungry wolfs.
Tara yelped and jumped out of Willow embrace, blushing bright red. She looked like a deer caught in the headlights, her dark blue eye wide as saucers. The blonde couldn’t look at Willow, she never felt to embarrassed. She run back to the gang’s table trying to ignore the crude comments made by some of the watchers.
Willow thought about following the blonde but dismissed the idea, that would be too awkward and she was too turned on to face the gang anyway. With a sigh of barely contained disappointment she headed for the exit of The Bronze.
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She didn’t look at any of her friend’s eyes as she reached the table and took her seat beside Dawn. Her cheeks were flushed, her pupils dilated with desire and she was panting heavily. She could feel her friends staring at her and couldn’t look up.
“Tara?” she finally looked up when Dawn called her name cautiously.
“Y-yeah?”
“Where’s Willow?”
“Oh Goddess…” she dumped her head on the table.
“Never knew you had it in you, Blondie. Ow!” Faith yelped when Buffy whacked her upside the head.
“I m-messed it up b-big time…”
“It seemed you were enjoying yourselves.” Anya commented bluntly.
“T-that’s exactly it, I w-was enjoying it t-too much.” Tara lamented, “S-she must t-think I’m some kind o-of pervert now.”
“Tara, um… I don’t know if you noticed… But she seemed to want that as much as you.”
“B’s right, Blondie, you were practically humping each other’s legs on the dance floor!”
“Urgh…” Tara groaned in frustration. “I left h-her alone…”
“Then go after her, maybe she just wanted some fresh air.” offered Dawn patting Tara’s arm reassuringly.
“More like she needed to get off.” smirked Faith earning a punch from her girlfriend. “Hey! It’s true, after all that humping and grinding the girl must be horny as hell!”
“You have as much tact as Anya…” Buffy shook her head.
“Hey! I’m right here, ok? And I do have tact, I just like to say what I have on my mind.” she stuck her tongue out.
“This isn’t helping Tara’s problem!” Dawn folded her arms impatiently.
“How about we all go and find Willow? Then you too can talk.” offered Xander still trying to organize the images in his hormone ruled brain.
“Why do I have to go?” Anya complained.
“Because we’re friends and that’s what friends do, An.” he explained patiently.
“Fine, but after that we’re going home to have orgasms!”
“Urgh… Ok…” he blushed.
“Let’s go then.”
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“Are y-you sure we have to do t-this? I c-can talk t-to her t-tomorrow.”
“Don’t be a chicken, Blondie. Besides, you know we won’t let you back off this anyway.” Faith pointed out while trying to spot the redhead outside The Bronze.
“M-maybe she w-went home…” the blonde tried again knowing it was useless.
“She doesn’t know the city too well, she may have lived here, but it was a long time ago.” said Dawn as they walked down the street looking for Willow. “She can’t be too far.”
“Hey, I think I heard her!” Buffy exclaimed, trying to point out where her slayer hearing caught the sound. “There!” she pointed at a dark alley not far from where they were.
“You sure, Buff?” Xander asked dubiously.
“Slayer hearing here! Of course I’m sure!” she huffed.
“Then maybe she’s really getting off.” Faith smirked receiving a glare from the short slayer.
“I think we should approach silently… just in case.” Dawn grinned ignoring her sister’s stern expression.
They approached the alley quietly, each with different thoughts of what Willow could be doing there. Tara didn’t know if she should pray for the redhead to be doing that or not, her body was too hot for the to think coherently.
Every thought of Willow doing anything like that fled her mind as they all watched shell shocked to the scene before then.
Willow was indeed in the dark alley, but she wasn’t alone. She was pinning a little boy to the wall, he seemed to be around ten years old and was wearing bloody battered clothes. The redhead was nothing like the girl they met, her face was a mask of fury and there was nothing but rage in her shining green eyes as she pinned the boy’s neck with her forearm.
“You really know how to piss me off, don’t you?” they heard her growling deep in her throat, “Well, tell daddy I say ‘hi’.” She twisted her arm and snapped his neck and dumped the body on the ground before anyone could blink.
Then all hell broke loose.
To be continued…
I’m bad, I’m so very bad! *maniac laugh*
Oh, just a curiosity: "meu anjo" is Portuguese for "my angel".
Questions? Suggestions? Tomatoes? Death threats? Feedback please!
Kayleen Lee
“Hold me now, I’m six feet from the edge and I’m thinking that maybe six feet ain’t so far down…” – Creed, One Last Breath.
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