Willow San? LOL
This is soooo funny! can't stop laughing!
I can't remember when was the last time i read something this funny!
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Todo lo que necesitamos es sentido comun y eso no puede ser enseñado
by Kittie17 » Thu Feb 14, 2002 11:13 am
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Todo lo que necesitamos es sentido comun y eso no puede ser enseñado
by wiccachica » Thu Feb 14, 2002 11:43 am
Chapter Fifty-Two: All Out Hangover…or is it Hanging Out All Over…..????
Okay…..who put the rocks in my brain?
And why does it taste like I’ve been licking a wild badger all night???
And why isn’t all night…actually over???
And..oh…by the way….why am I lying on Buffy’s bed?
" Tara…you okay?" Dawn asks, coming to sit on the bed next to me. The mere weight of her little body jostling the bed, turns my stomach like a cement mixer. Spike is standing just behind her, looking impassively snide as usual.
" You look like death warmed over." He says.
" You ARE death warmed over." I croak, trying to sit up. I make it about halfway, and look around the room. All of the furniture in the room has been shoved against the bedroom door.
" What is going on?" I moan…holding my head full of rocks…trying to keep them still.
" Some kind of spell went really bad..and everyone was after you… in a non-vampire..more like a Benny Hill way." Dawn says, helping me sit all the way up.
None of what she says is registering.
" S-Spell? Benny Hill?" How in the world does a girl her age know about THAT show?
" Yeah…had everyone around you wanting to shag you." Spike says, less than delicately. I look at them a little fretfully. They both move back a bit.
" Oh ho! Not us! I just wanted to eat you…and Niblet here didn’t get infected….we figure she’s a natural little hormone factory..which makes her immune to non-domestic manufactured ones."
" Plus I would have to drown myself in the tub if I had acted as painfully jackass as THEM…" She nods to the door.
" Them?"
" It’s been quiet for a few hours now…but we wanted to be safe." Spike says.
" It was Invasion of the Tara’s Body Snatchers out there earlier…they were all nutso…" Dawn says.
" They?" I’m pressing my memory for some iota of what occurred…but the harder I push…the murkier it gets…
" Willow, Buffy, Xander, and Anya."
" Oh Goddess….they didn’t….?"
" Nope…" Spike gives me a devious smile… " But you rode me like a pony… I think you might have even said wheeee…. once"
" You made me say wheee?" Oh…eww…oh eww…..
And then he lets me off the hook.
" Don’t throw an aneurysm….nothing happened…I carried you up here to save you…that was all…"
" He wanted to eat you…don’t let him fool you with the Dudley Dooright routine." Dawn warns
" All right… so I wanted to EAT you…what matters is I SAVED you from being ravaged by your psycho girlfriend…She knocked everyone out…and then tried to trick us into letting her in….."
" Uhm…Spike….me getting ravaged by Willow…..or eaten by you…." I make the weighing motion with my hands…
Get real, Vamp. I’ve been WAITING to be ravaged by my girlfriend for days….…
" Well…It looks like you’re back to normal..." Dawn says, and looks at the door.
" I guess we should try to get out of here…see if they’re okay…" I say.
" Right….let’s get this furniture moved." Spike says. Dawn and I look at him expectantly. " Ladies?" He motions to the heap of furniture.
" I can’t believe you wanted to eat me, Spike…that’s such a trust issue…." I say, my voice dripping disappointment. Dawn crosses her arms.
" And I think I’m practically traumatized from seeing you thinking about doing it..…."
Spike puts his fists on his hips.
" If you two don’t want to help me, just say so…don’t get all bleedin Oprah on me…."
" Physician…dig thyself out…." I say.
" See if I save you from your randy girlfriend ever again…." Spike says defiantly…and starts to move the furniture.
TBC….
by ShaggyKat » Thu Feb 14, 2002 11:55 am
hahahaha i am laughing so hard. thank the gods that the people i work with already think i am nuts today.
by Jessie » Thu Feb 14, 2002 12:13 pm
Great updates ... is there a chance for mid-afternoon, post-mid-afternoon, not-quite-evening, evening, post-evening, it's-really-late-but-this-is-too-good-to-stop posts?
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"And how long have you known your girlfriend's Tinkerbell?"
by wiccachica » Thu Feb 14, 2002 12:18 pm
Stay Tuned!
by katydid » Thu Feb 14, 2002 12:25 pm
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"She practically has 'genuine molded plastic' stamped on her ass.
by ShaggyKat » Thu Feb 14, 2002 1:03 pm
heheeh *wiggling eyebrows suggestively*
I love st val's day.
by wiccachica » Thu Feb 14, 2002 2:03 pm
Chapter Fifty-Three: Mon Penchant…ou... Mon Petit Chou??
" Willow…..Will…..?" It’s dark. I feel a warm, soft pressure on my lips, then my cheek…and then my forehead. This continues in a delicate repetition. Soft hair tickles my face, and I’m enrobed with the faint smell of Tara’s shampoo….
Am I dead? Is this heaven?
I finally open my eyes…Tara is the only thing I can see. She presses another tender buss to my lips and pulls back when I smile a little.
Okay…yep…definitely heaven….except maybe for the achey head thing…and the swimmy vision…. But who cares…Tara’s roguish smile is enough to make the1000 manic clog dancers pause for an intermission inside my head.
" Hi there." Tara mouths more than says. She is on the floor of the hall with my head on her lap. She strokes my hair away from my face and kisses my forehead again. Her other hand massaging the back of my neck.
Hello…lips…right here…. waitin for more of the kissies….
I must be doing psychic faxing today because she drops another kiss on my lips.
" I thought you were going to help her up, not make her pass out again." Spike says, smacking Xander’s cheeks none too gently. " Wake up, you spongy wanker." He mutters. Xander moans and swats blearily at Spike.
" I think I muddlepated myself….zonked by my own spell…." I say slowly, starting to get up. Tara looks reluctant to let me go, but she helps me sit upright.
" You remember anything, Red?" Spike asks…still smacking Xander…who is more or less awake already. I get slowly to my feet, and help Tara up.
" I remember only the most embarrassing parts…" I say, rubbing my head.
" But I hear you kicked ass, sweetie…isn’t that nice?" She is stroking my hair and shoulders…like she doesn’t want to stop touching me…. Not yet.
" Yeah…nice until Buffy wakes up and beats me to death with my own leg….can we just let her sleep it off?" I say hopefully.
" Too late, Rosenberg…I’m so kicking your ass…" Buffy grumbles from her position against the wall. " As soon as the All Taiko Drum Network goes off the air in my head…"
" Right…ass-kicking by Buffy..I’ll schedule you later today …in between the me running like hell and changing my identity….I was thinking of Katherine Fantastico…" I say.
" Ohh… I like that." Tara says, raking her fingers through my hair. Soothing out my muss of red hair… I must look like a hurricane blew by…but she’s still looking at me with that half smile…and come-hither eyes.
Okay…I’m starting to think that I might have gotten a little of that coltsfoot on me. But this is Willow Rosenberg…I’m not idiot… I know what to do in a situation where I don’t know if the woman I love is drugged or not.
" But I think I need to schedule some recuperation time….a nap….some…..rest….." I say.
Hinty hint-hint!
" Let’s get you to bed then." Tara says, leading me down the hall to our room.
" That is the single lamest cover-up for sex that I’ve EVER heard." Anya grouses..rubbing her head…." You could have given us all concussions…. You don’t just go putting people to sleep willy-nilly…it’s just….unfair."
" An….Honey…see the look on Willow’s face….she’s in Happy Land right now…she can’t hear you…she may not even know any of us exist……and certainly…..NO amount of guilt is going to take Willow out of the Happy Land right now…." Xander says, still batting a Spike’s attempts to bring him around…." What part of I’m already conscious do you NOT get??? Stop hitting me…."
" I’m not hitting you…I’m helping you….I don’t hurt so I must be helping you….."
" I’ll find a new hurt for you, Spike…" Xander warns. Spike stops trying and sighs…
" Fine…no one wants my help, I’ll go where I’m needed…"
He walks down the hall after Tara and I, and starts to follow us into our room….
TBC….
Chapter Fifty-Four: I Stand Corrected ….
Gosh…. Is Spike really going to try to walk in the room with them……OOPS……..ouch….
He may not be able to turn into bat….but Spike really CAN fly….and land….
He stands up and brushes himself off.
" Fine! I don’t need this kind of aggravation!" He shakes a pale fist at the door.
" And don’t think SHE’S going to be able to get you to say ‘wheee', Blondie!"
TBC…….
by Charlie » Thu Feb 14, 2002 2:22 pm
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"Je dois partir maintenant parce que ma grandmere est flambé..."
- Eddie 'covered in beeeees!' Izzard
by wiccachica » Thu Feb 14, 2002 3:48 pm
Evening Edition:
Chapter Fifty-Five: Whee, Wee, Oui...All the Way Home ….
" Whee?" I say from my favourite spot on the bed….looking up into Tara’s mischievous smile. She rolls her eyes dramatically.
" Who made you say whee? Was it me? Say it was me."
" Spike." She says, watching my expression carefully…which must be really funny because she bursts into laughter.
" Spike made you say whee?" I’m trying very hard to block out any pictures of Spike making Tara say whee in ANY form…
" Will…" She chuckles..but I’m on a roll….
" I mean…I thought I was the only one who made you say whee…and oui…and wee wee wee all the way home…. And any other kind of whee…."
" You are…. I promise… I only whee, oui, and wee for one girl…… You KNOW Spike doesn’t even incite wheeness in me…." I’m pouting a little, so she kisses me back into a smile. Her fingertips are tracing circles on my stomach…which is making me forget very quickly which one of us is the whee-er and the whee-ee……
She tickles my side, and I have to scooch closer to her to get away from the offending hand, which I think was the plan. She uses her new closer advantage to brush her lips slowly over mine in the chastest, coyest…most erotic kiss she has ever given me, and then she leans back to look at me… We lapse into momentary silence…searching each other’s faces.
What is she thinking???
" You want to know what I’m thinking?" She asks. I nod. She reaches over and brushes a stray strand of hair from my cheek…and then runs her thumb across my bottom lip.
I know what I’m thinking….I’m thinking damn the tattoos…pain or not…Tara…this lip thing is making me giddy…
" I’m thinking…that I love you…I love you sooo much…" And I can see…even in the dim light..that she has suddenly gone very serious…even a little soggy around the eye area…
" Tara…I love you too much to put into words…" I say…. And pull her down to me. She presses her face against my throat.
" No matter what….Don’t ever let me push you away…. never…." She murmurs into my neck. I pull her even closer and kiss the top of her head.
Let’s get out of Seriousville and back into cutsey lovin
" Go ahead and try…you aren’t getting rid of me that easy…try…EVER…..You’ll have to beat me off with a stick…a really long one…with electrified barbed wire on the tip…and even then…what’s a little pain…"
I’m having a heyday talking up a storm, and she looks up at me with an amused smile… Her hand is on my stomach again, moving slow circles….
" You’re right…what’s a little pain…" And I catch the new glimmer in her eye….
Duh…Willow….
" Oh…..my….I mean…..oui…..oh ….oui….."
TBC……..
Chapter Fifty-six: Meanwhile….. ….
" What do you think is going on up there?" Buffy asks…slightly annoyed.
" I’m gonna go out on a limb here and say they are getting all sexy with the sex…and the sex…" Xander answers.
" Xander..there are children present." Anya scolds nodding towards me.
" I’m NOT a child…and besides…it’s not like I couldn’t figure it out on my own. I mean….HELLO... look around…" I say.
" How long do you think this is going to be?" Buffy asks…checking her watch.
" I don’t know…I’ve read magazines…and they said if it’s done …right…it could go on for…hours…days even….."
" They have half an hour…and then I’m floating up there and putting a stop to this." Buffy grouses.
" All I know is I’m not helping them clean all the floaty stuff this time…." Xander says, leaning back to enjoy the weightless fun.
" All I know is I’m going to have to pick this cottage cheese ceiling paint out of my hair for days." Buffy says, floating petulantly.
TBC….
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by Kalita » Thu Feb 14, 2002 5:03 pm
Oh, Goddess. Too much!
by ForeverPiper » Thu Feb 14, 2002 5:14 pm
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I'm glad you're doing better. -TARA (Dead Things)
...but it's time to work without the net, Will. -TARA (Older and Far Away)
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by wiccachica » Thu Feb 14, 2002 5:24 pm
Tomorrow...the craziness really begins... The troll has pre-warned me....
*cryptically slips back into the darkness*
by Jessie » Thu Feb 14, 2002 10:51 pm
You are so indulging my need for Tara wheeee.
Thank you thank you thank you.
This is a great read ... and it just keeps getting better. (Can something this good be any better? Hmmm)
JD
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"And how long have you known your girlfriend's Tinkerbell?"
by wiccachica » Fri Feb 15, 2002 8:46 am
Good Morning!
Chapter Fifty-six: Oh…By the Way…We Are All Still I The Netherealm….. ….
" I remember I was up there for like three hours." Buffy says on her corner of the big creaky bed.
" It was more like FOUR or FIVE….ladies…it’s all about CONSERVATION…." Xander says in his teacher voice.
" Oh please! You spent every single one of those five hours trying to figure out WHO was doing WHAT to WHO…" Anya chides. His cheek burn bright red…
" Did not." He mutters.
" So…alright….are we leading up to the big question?" Dawn says matter-of-factly.
" Which is?" I prompt. In no way understanding where she will go with this.
" When are you going to tell us about the four Willows." BAM…it’s out there.
" Ooh! Now THAT is a story…..whooo! I’ll bet that….." Xander starts… then he realizes that I’m making a frantic cutting off motion with my hand.
Ixnay on the orfay Illoways!!!!
Willow turns to look at me and I pat nonchalantly at my hair.
" F-four Willows??…is someone going to explain, or do I have to give you all the evil eye…for all of eternity…which by the way…HERE…could be a very long time…..?" Willow demands to the rest of the hemming and hawing group. No answers from the peanut gallery.
Then she fixes her plaintive stare to me…the one that gets me every time. I cringe.
" What are they talking about?" I tug at my sleeve nervously…
…..gosh…the Four-Willow Fiasco….I’d almost forgotten about that….NOT.
" Spill…" Willow says…sternly. I swallow audibly, but Buffy reaches over and pats Willow’s knee.
" First and foremost….it is to be known that it was ENTIRELY my fault that it happened…so if you decide to get all bent out of shape about this…and you will, Will….blame me." Buffy looks my way…
"I suppose I should start with two nights before the actual ‘incident’……" Buffy begins.
TBC……
Chapter Fifty-six: Truly, Truly, Truly, Outrageous
Slow night that night…..S-L-O-W……slooooowwwww…..
I twirled Mr. Pointy and whistled tunelessly as I patrolled the East quadrant of Restfield…..
I hadn’t seen hide nor hair of even one oogly boogly all night…and it was nearly midnight. Either there was some undead holiday I didn’t know about, or there was something out that night that even the Big Bads were afraid of.
Heck.. I wouldn’t have been adverse to a little apocalyptic nuisance about then…you know.. I was suffering from the old….’if you’re busy slaying…it makes the night go faster’ syndrome….
Of course…it being…well…me…I should have been a little more specific…
…...Like a few Itty Bitty Bads or a Medium Bad with a side of So-so Bad..and a Coke…
…..Because what I got was a Gigantic She Bad with a hankering for Slayer blood.
(later on, Giles gave it the much more elegant name taggage: Demon di Gemellaggio: known for their ability to be really…really cranky…and …especially good at assassin jobs..because they can…well…divide themselves into several demons to defeat their opponent…and by several…I mean up to about twenty or so. …)
I still like to think of her fondly as just plain Gem….Gem…and her Hell-o-grams…..
Good thing was that I was on top of my game that night…and I took her…and her other ….hers…. out before she had a chance to divide herself more than twice….
You know what they say…about Gemellaggio Demons….no one can beat just one.
Okay…I say that NOW because it’s funny…
Okay…maybe I’m a bad storyteller..and that wasn’t funny…..so let me get to the point.
I had to clean up the mess, of course…and six demons is A LOT of work…. But as I was giving Gem the old heave-ho into her eternal resting place…she dropped something…a pretty, sparkly something…so I picked it up.
It was a silver pendant…with an amber stone in middle…and inside of that…another amber stone..and another and another…it was…entrancing…
Hindsight being 20/20…I should have buried the amulet with Gem. I shouldn’t have put it in the pocket of my sweatshirt, and I probably should have remembered to take it out before I tossed it in the laundry after patrolling.
Shoulda Coulda woulda…didn’t.
And that’s where I exit the story…and pass the baton to Tara, here…..
TBC……
by Kalita » Fri Feb 15, 2002 9:24 am
quote:
Originally posted by wiccachica:
I still like to think of her fondly as just plain Gem….Gem…and her Hell-o-grams…..
Even the bad puns don't distract from the fun. Keep it up!
quote:by wiccachica » Fri Feb 15, 2002 9:52 am
It is Tuesday afternoon, Willow’s day of no classes.
I come home early from my own classes to surprise her. Willow does enjoy a good surprise. And I enjoy being the one to supply them....
I set my books on the kitchen counter.
" Will?" I call to the house. There is no answer, but the humid smell of laundry detergent reminds me that today is laundry day…and it’s Willow’s week. She must be downstairs….
" Will? Baby? You down here?" I call down to the basement from the top of the stairs. Willow appears at the bottom of the steps with an armful of clothing.
" Hi! I’m Laundry Girl today." She says with a glowing smile. She has a bandana holding her hair back out of her face. She’s wearing her house-cleaning jeans and T-shirt…
I adore Domestic Willow…
" Want help?" I start down the stairs. She can’t see where she’s going with the clothes…and trips on the first step..catching herself on the railing with her free arm.
I love Klutzy-Babbling Willow too.
" Want kiss. Kiss is help. Kiss is good." Willow says as I come down to the landing. She adjusts the clothing in her arms to lean in for a kiss.
" You smell like laundry detergent." I say with a smile.
" World’s most potent aphrodisiac?" She says hopefully, walking over and starting to stuff the clothing in the washer.
" Who can resist a spring fresh Willow?" I counter, and come up behind her to wrap my arms around her waist. She leans into me and gives me a Willow neck to kiss.
" Why do I get the feeling that laundry day is about to get very…interesting?" Willow sighs.
" It isn’t usually?" I say as I gently nibble at her neck…surprised that I have forgotten all of my manners…never talk with your mouth full…
" Well it’s really no fun when I’m down here spinning and tumbling, and permanent pressing all by myself." She says in a dreamy voice…." A little higher…right there….yeah…"
Did I mention I love Sexy Willow?
She’s trying to still go about her business of laundry as I’m working very hard to memorize every inch of her neck.
She arranges the clothing into the washer…and as she pushes in one of Buffy’s sweat shirts…something clatters against the top of the washer.
I disengage from her neck and we both look down at the pendant laying there…glimmering up at us.
Willow picks it up by the chain.
" Pretty." She says. " I wonder what it is…." She says..and I turn my attention back to the spot just below her ear…
" Mmhmm." I say. And she coils the pendant in her hand.
" I’ll put it on her desk when I go up…later…after the laundry…and the help…I like the way you help…It makes me feel all….helped….." She says with a woozy smile as I start a trail of kisses back to her shoulder.
She turns her head to the side to allow better access. What more do I need….?
" I can’t get enough of you…" I say out loud…surprising myself…and eliciting a sensuous chuckle from her.
" You want more Willow?" She croons…not even attempting to shut the washer lid, now, but leaning firmly against me. Laundry can wait.
" I want many more Willow…" I moan…and we giggle…
She turns in my arms and pulls me against her. The Pendant wrapped around her hand..tinkles on its chain…..
" You got it." She says.
TBC…..
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by Jessie » Fri Feb 15, 2002 9:59 am
JD
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"And how long have you known your girlfriend's Tinkerbell?"
by wiccachica » Fri Feb 15, 2002 12:58 pm
** tinkle **
The front bell rings…and I hurry in from the practice room, deftly hiding the sword behind my back, and silently praying that it wasn’t Buffy or Anya catching me horsing around with her stuff.
Just as embarassing, it is Willow. She’s wearing a bandana and a silly grin… okay…she doesn’t see the sword….
" Hi! Willow! Hi!" I blather…She grins at me from the door… and misses the step down.
" Xand….ooof!" She stumbles forward into a small table and sends bric-a-brac flying…..
Sometimes I think that she’s a bigger klutz than I am….
She stands up straight, looking at the mess she’s made.
" Oh Anya is going to kill me dead isn’t she? And I don’t mean the proverbial dead..I’m talking the literal extinguished kind…which, by the way..I’ve always wondered what the difference between de and ex was….I mean I wouldn’t be so bad of to be DE-stinguished…but ick on the EX-tinguished….."
" Will….Babble…inching…. a notch down… Befuddling the Xander…" I make the radio tuner motion to her…and she grins again…a little goofy-like…..
" Sorry Xander…I guess. I’m…ooof!" She trips again…this time…over her own gangly legs…. She looks like a newborn colt doing a polka. I drop the sword and come around the counter to help her.
It’s like one in the afternoon…and Willow is a babbling drunk??? What’s the deal???
" You okay, there? You don’t smell all boozy…You breaking in new shoes or something?"
" I just can’t seem to keep my feet under me….not that they aren’t mostly under me all the time…unless I’m lying on my back with my legs in the air…then they are over me…and…that just sounds bad…doesn’t it…"
I clamp a hand over her mouth. She looks at me…I can almost FEEL her brain still babbling along that thread….
" Will….this is a Magog of babblement..even for you…. You want to help me out by keeping really quiet until I can figure out what kind of Stooge pills you’ve been taking? The Larrys, the Curlys, or the Moes….."
She nods under my hand.
" No speakie…Xander must think of reasons why Willow cannot talk and walk at the same time today….. okay?" She nods again, and I slowly take my hand away from her mouth.
" You forgot Shemp." She eks out.
" What???"
" You forgot Shemp pills…he was a Stooge too….some people thought he wasn’t funny….but I...."
I use one hand to clamp over her mouth again…and the other one to dial the phone. …..
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by ShaggyKat » Fri Feb 15, 2002 1:11 pm
*giggling* Shemp pills, hahaha, Shemp pills!
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by CaptMurdock » Fri Feb 15, 2002 1:19 pm
It's "Shemp," with an 'm'. It's a derivation of "Sam" for Samuel Horwitz, the birth name of Shemp Howard.
Other than that, Mrs. Lincoln, I love this story. Stories, I should say. Oh, who cares?
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"How's that cramp doing, Spike? Why dontcha put some ice on it?"
by wiccachica » Fri Feb 15, 2002 1:27 pm
*thumping forehead with palm*
Shep was a dog...Shemp was a Stooge....Shep-Shemp....Shep-Shemp....Shep-Shemp....( I sound like a heart murmur).....Shemp.... got it....
Thank You Heaps!
niki
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by wiccachica » Fri Feb 15, 2002 4:53 pm
Have a great weekend!
niki
Chapter Fifty-Nine: All My Mater…
" Dawnie!!! Yoo Hoo!!!"
Dawnie????? Yoo…Hoo???? In front of every remaining friend I own???? What the shameful face-hiding heck is that all about???
I turn on the school bench to see Willow coming up the walk with a huge paper bag in her hands. She’s wearing a bandana to keep her hair back, and a pair of jeans. Her total housecleaning style.
I leap off the bench and head her off before she can invade my territory further….This is MY school…and MY friends…and MY second period lunch time….and they’re all I have that doesn’t remind me each day of how insane my home life is.
" Will…hi…what’s..up…what’s with the bag?" Willow hands it to me…it weighs about five pounds!
" I remembered you didn’t bring your lunch today…so I brought you one, Sweetie."
" You brought lunch for me and the two-hundred pound Garathma Demon in my pocket?" I say with a nervous little laugh, hefting the bag.
" I didn’t my Dawnie-Bear to be hungry." She says and strokes my hair in a doe-eyed nuturey sweet way that both gives me the wiggins and makes my heart kind of happy….
Maybe she had a tub-cleanser accident…a few two many whiffs of the Mr. Clean and **foosh** instant…THIS…. !
" Uhm…Will? " I say…pulling back a little…I mean…I AM at school…and though the motherly attention is…swell…I can’t let anyone KNOW that.
It’s like Teen Cardinal Rule #1. Never let them see you content.
If they do..all is lost…the Underground Teen Resistance Factions all over the world will disband…and the world as we know it where a teen can walk freely down the street and be misunderstood at any given moment… will cease to exist…
I have to do this for my people…
" Thanks for the lunch." I say stoically.
I am sooooo NOT going to be touched by this thoughtful gesture…make the stand-offish face….gosh that was sweet of her…but…no…make the face…..
But Willow looks undaunted. She hugs me…and then feels my cheeks, and my forehead.
" Are you feverish? I think you’re feverish? Are you feeling okay? Scratchy throat? Should I take you home???" Okay…now this is weird…. Cool…but weird.
" If you think I have a fever…" I fish…
Nothing like the rest of a school day spent lounging on the couch watching bad daytime TV….. hey, my home life may be of the major suck sometimes…but I never give up a genuine opportunity to spend a Tuesday afternoon doing un-schooly stuff.
" Let’s get you checked out of school…." Willow says, her brows knitted in concern….
" If you think so…" I sigh….trying to look disappointed….
I wonder what’s on TV right now…
by Tiggrscorpio » Fri Feb 15, 2002 5:54 pm
This is just too funny! Thanks wiccachica.
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She's my everything!
by LeatherQueen » Fri Feb 15, 2002 8:51 pm
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"Honey, I'm the original one-eyed chicklet in the kingdom of the blind." -Glory
by Kilopto » Fri Feb 15, 2002 11:47 pm
by supermus » Sat Feb 16, 2002 8:02 am
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Originally posted by Kilopto:
Not that I don't ADORE this fic, cos I totally do!!!...but I am confused about where exactly we are in it...Are you just now going to go along with different tales oh the oddness and fun or will there be a getting back to of the whole switched bodies and a weird Sunnydale...or did they fix that and move on now? I'm confuzzled.
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by wiccachica » Sat Feb 16, 2002 10:42 am
I don't have an update from the Troll...cuz it has serious stuff to write today...but I wanted to clear up your collective befuzzlement.
As I'm seeing it right now....Our heroes are still trapped in the Netherworld...they..instead of trying to figure a way out of the entire mess, have decided to sit down and tell each other stories...which...is strange, I agree....but what about this fic isn't?
But I'll be glad to answer ANY questions you might have for the Troll.....
So to clarify.....we are currently in a story that Willow hasn't heard about....(hmmm)...the day when she split into Klutzy-Willow/Domestic-Willow/ and Naughty Willow...... Everyone is telling their side of that first Tuesday afternoon when they met their respective Willows...and the crazy happenings thereafter......
( A little bit of Bawdy French farce) (wink)
Have a great weekend!!!
niki
[This message has been edited by wiccachica (edited February 16, 2002).]
by RomanceJunky » Sat Feb 16, 2002 11:00 am
Just got through reading this tale of 'WOW" from the very beginning, and after an appropriate amount of time to recuperate and clean up my monitor and keyboard I just had to chime in with my opinion on how this story just rocks my world! What a true joy and delite!!!
Thanks doesn't begin to say it!
RJ...joining the ranks of those who can't wait for updates!
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"Next year...shits gonna go down...her relationship with Tara will continue---but the course of True Love is never easy."
Joss Whedon-"OUT" magazine, August 2001
by supermus » Sat Feb 16, 2002 11:43 am
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