This was just perfect for them. You write them both so well.
Thank you for the update.
by BytrSuite » Wed Jan 09, 2002 12:45 am
This was just perfect for them. You write them both so well.
Thank you for the update.
by xita » Wed Jan 09, 2002 12:46 am
by willow420 » Wed Jan 09, 2002 12:47 am
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"What the frilly heck is going on?" Willow in After Life
by Dramatic KittyKat » Wed Jan 09, 2002 12:57 am
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by The Rose » Wed Jan 09, 2002 12:59 am
Willow being all squirmy is really cute. She wanted things to be right for Tara. I see why you decided to do the scene in the truck. I was kind of iffy about the truck too.
Are they going to do it in a bed next time? hint hint
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Tara: My heart doesn't stutter.
Tara: Willow, I got so lost.
Willow: I found you. I will always find you.
Tara: Nobody messes with my girl!
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by Aria » Wed Jan 09, 2002 3:15 am
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Piffle
by Charlie » Wed Jan 09, 2002 7:21 am
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‘When she lowers her eyes she seems to hold all the beauty in the world between her eyelids; when she raises them I see only myself in her gaze.’
- Natalie Clifford Barney
by Fuzz » Wed Jan 09, 2002 7:22 am
Willow got all blush,huh?
Talk about two shy people together. and talk about two shy people with the first time.
Just beautiful,darling!
*Fuzz*
by Scout » Wed Jan 09, 2002 7:46 am
Okay, that little exchange just knocked me over. I sit here thinking this fic can't get any sweeter, and then it does. You rock, Rane!
Thanks for the update and best of luck to your family. Remember that in the majority of cases, these things have a happy ending.
by Warduke » Wed Jan 09, 2002 8:19 am
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"Bitter, party of one. Bitter, party of one." she muttered... ~ Four Months After by Capt. Murdock
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as you know things are crazy. waiting sucks. (aria, my thougths are with you. *hugs*)
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“Parting is such sweet sorrow,” Willow said under her breath as she walked back to camp alone. “That I shall say good night till it be- Xander?” She asked, suddenly noticing a familiar shape sitting on top of one of the picnic tables.
“Hey, Will. What are you doing walking around?” He asked a bit cast down.
“I, um, couldn’t sleep. You?” she asked as she threw out the handi wipes she’d used to clean her hands. She smiled as she thought of Tara’s mini survival kit in her car. Handi wipes, and water and a flashlight-
“Well, I was sleeping but Cordelia threw me out of her hut.” Xander chuckled halfheartedly.
“Why were you with- Oh… I don’t get you, Xander. Why do you do this to yourself?” she inquired as she sat down across from him.
“What?”
“Like people that are mean to you?”
“But Cordelia’s mean to everyone.”
“Yeah, I know.” Willow huffed, memories of tortures past sprung to mind.
“Hey. Look, I’m not doing this on purpose. Cordy’s hot. I can’t help it, I have eyes.”
She gave up trying to come up with the million reasons why eyes weren’t enough. “You need some sense knocked into you. Xander…“ Willow shook her head disappointingly. “Cordelia?”
Xander readied himself to explain. “Ok, let’s say you liked girls, in a truly hypothetically, bizarro world- Nah, let’s just say you were a guy cause you are kinda my girl-guy, ya know? Although, if you were ever to like a girl-“ He wriggled his eyebrows as he grinned goofily. He registered her glare and continued. “Sorry. But anyways, if you could make out Cordelia, hottest girl in Sunnydale, wouldn’t you take that chance?”
“No.” she replied.
“But being the butt monkey everyone thinks I am-“
“You are not a butt monkey!”
“Yes, I am. I mean look at me- I’m Joe Blow to your witchy powers and Buffy’s Slayerness. I’m working in the kitchen at a summer camp. I don’t go to college like you and Buffy and… Cordy’s right, I am a loser.”
“And you *still* make out with her?” She asked raising her eyebrows. Xander was such a dummy sometimes.
“Yeah. It’s just she’s so pretty.” He sighed.
“Is that all you care about? Looks? What about the person in side, Xander? A soul-mind connection with somebody else. The person whose smile make you smile. Whose laugh makes you laugh. Whose touch makes you-… I can’t believe you’d be that shallow.”
“And I can’t believe you are still a romantic at heart, Will. You honestly believe in that stuff?”
Willow paused briefly as she thought of Tara. “I know it.”
“Oz?”
Willow mournfully shook her head. “No.”
“Oh… OH! Will, I though we- I mean, we’ve been there done that but- We-“
“It’s not you, Xander. Who do you think you are? Tarzan’s mother?”
“Umm, Tarzan’s mother, Will?” he interrupted quite confused by the term.
“It doesn’t matter.” She didn’t want to have to explain Tara’s joke to him. He probably wouldn’t get it. “You think I’m still- With you? I’m not. Not for a long time. When our fluke happened, it-… I realized I liked you because I thought I couldn’t have you.” Willow suddenly wished she could take back the words. She saw Xander’s hurt expression instantly.
“What? I was like a prize that you wanted and then you didn’t after I spent twenty bucks on those stupid shooting ducks thing because somebody else gave you a bigger plush toy?” True, he was thinking about Cordelia and the Renaissance fair last spring but that was the best analogy he could come up with.
Willow was troubled by his tone of voice. “Xander, no. I-”
“Then what? I meant nothing to you!?”
“Of course you did. You still do. Xander, I love you. You’re my best friend. I just- I don’t feel that way anymore. I don’t know how or why but I… I’ve changed. I’ve grown. We both have. I…” Willow sighed.
Xander took a few moments to reply as his Xadneresque demeanor returned, “I know I sometimes acted like an jerk to Oz but- I’m glad he was your- That you two were together. He was good to you.”
“He was. I think I needed him them. I didn’t really know what was going on in this head of mine, you know? Like, I was two different people. Willow with Xander was one and Willow with Oz was the other. One was the crushed out best friend, and the other the geekness is in while dating a popular boy kind of girl. And, I guess I was a different Willow to Buffy and Giles as well. I divided myself. But not anymore.”
Willow continued to illustrate as a smile curled her lips. “’Cause one day all of you will fit with another person. One of these days you’ll find yourself looking across a room and there she’ll be… Sitting alone, reading a book, eating only an apple. And she’ll smile and you’ll smile and then you’ll know. And she’ll make you feel like you’ve never felt before. Like-” Willow began to squiggle as Xander’s bright look registered. “What?”
Xander shook his head as he smiled. “That was quite nice. I like that, but I’m still not going to stop fooling around with Cordelia.”
“What about Anya? You know she’s infatuated with you.”
“No way, she’s too straight forward and blunt.”
“They mean the same thing, Xander.”
Confusion spread, “Really?” he asked.
“Yes.”
Xander grinned. “Oh, well, no wonder I’m the layman of the group. In the non-laying kinda man-” Willow’s grin radiated as she though of Tara and their lovemaking. He eyed her. “Cause uh, Cordy’s just teasing… You ok there, Will? That’s quite a happy, happy look you’ve got.”
She bashfully covered her grin with her hand. She could still smell Tara on her hands, taste her in her mouth, feel her everywhere. “Yes.” She murmured.
Xander smiled one of his goofy grins. “Lil’ Will is getting some, uh, lil’ willy. Huh?” he asked, his expression bemused by his own statement.
“What?!”
“Please, you’re totally glowing. And giddy and giggly and all that other girly stuff.”
“No, Xander-“
“It’s cool. It’s obvious he’s still in love with you.”
“What?!” The comment stunned Willow. “Who?”
“Oz. At first I thought he and Tara were-“
“Tara!?” Willow’s mind was spinning. Oz and Tara?
“Yeah. When I worked those two months at the post office before I got fired- Which by the way was so not my fault! It was Rob who-“ Willow’s agitated eyes stopped his babbling. “He -he got some letters from her. Like, three. I remembered her from last year.”
Letters? Xander knew Tara from last year? “You met Tara last year?” she asked. How was it possible two of the closest people in her life met her beloved last year and she hadn’t?
“Yeah, she was in our group. While you and Buffy were off with Cordelia and Devon’s group. Not that I’m still holding a grudge that they hooked up last summer or anything.” Again, Willow’s annoyed expression paused him. “She got sick like two days into the session and went home. I wonder how she got Mono.”
Willow had never even thought about that. Mono was commonly referred to as the kissing disease in high school, so who had Tara been kissing last summer? Willow’s emotions were bubbling up inside, she felt it. She was upset with herself for not asking about the Mono. She was heartbroken that Tara hadn’t mentioned anything about it to her. She was jealous of whoever the other person was.
Was Tara keeping more secrets from her? Willow had no clue that tonight had been her first time, she’d never let her hormones take over like that! She deserved a bed full of rose petals and Sarah Mclaghlan music. And, the whole Oz association? She hadn’t pressed further about that as well. Letters? She got letters form Tara. Love letters. 'But Tara loves me. Tara gave herself to me.' she thought.
“Ladies and gentlemen, Willow Rosenberg’s furrowed brow at full force.” Xander broke her train of thought.
“Huh, what?”
“What are you thinking about in there? It’s been quite a while since I’ve seen that look on your face.”
“I gotto go.” Willow said as she quickly stood up.
“Go? But it’s only,” Xander looked at his watch, “almost four in the morning. We’ve stayed up longer than this.”
She was worried, she was tired, she was sleepy. “I think I want to take a shower.” Willow always took hot showers to calm herself down although she wasn’t sure it would help this time.
“Yeah, though I like your new fragrance. Very Tara.” He said with a smirk. "Nice."
Willow quickly turned around and gave him a look. How would he know what she smelled like? “What?!”
“Vanilla? I can smell it. Mixed in with the tingly scent of Handi Wipes and, umm,... Have you been digging up roots under the full moon again, witchy Willow? Or is it burying a potato under a-”
“Good night, Xand.” She unhappily said as she walked off.
“Wait! Can you at least explain the Tarzan’s mother remark?”
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The letters? oh,Rane you better explain this quick.Or I will hunt you down and shake the truth out of you!!!
Ok..that enough threatening.Now give me the truth or...um...you know,the update on the other hand
Please...
*Fuzz*
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IP: LoggedJessieCool Monster Fighter I loved the "after-sex" nerves and Will finding out it was Tara's first time. That was very sweet. (And Devon farting in a van full of people? Does it get better? I don't think so)!
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posted January 09, 2002 11:56 I wish I could put my finger on exactly what it is about this fic that is so amazing. I keep checking the board to see if you have updated, and when I find you have, I have to read it immediately (at least twice!)I loved the "after-sex" nerves and Will finding out it was Tara's first time. That was very sweet. (And Devon farting in a van full of people? Does it get better? I don't think so)!
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posted January 09, 2002 13:28 This fic totally blows me away. The pure innocence of everything these girls are going through is so beautiful and addictive. Really amazing Rane. I don't have words to say how wonderful this fic is.IP: LoggedKatharynBig Pineapple Hope you get good news on the family front and continue this when you can.
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posted January 09, 2002 13:33 Rane that was great, personally I am a much bigger fan of the post-snuggles talks than the snuggles themselves and this just confirmed that - not that there was less than perfect with your scene either!Hope you get good news on the family front and continue this when you can.
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posted January 09, 2002 13:52 Rane, I think this fic is going to be on my top 10 list for quite some time. It's so patient and sweet...it feels like growing up and falling in love all over again...------------------
"I'm a very self-centered poet...all of my poems are about 'I'. I can just picture it now, the title of my first book of poetry will be: 'An egocentric book of self-centered poems by someone arrogant enough to think someone would want to spend money on a book of poems about her selfish, boring existence'."
~"Josephine"
as always looking forward to the next part
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posted January 09, 2002 17:25 now see I had been checking for updates like every few hours, how in the world did I miss this? Rane I don't know how you do it this fic is just amazing. I just hope one day *sniff sniff* I can be half the writer you are *sniff sniff*as always looking forward to the next part
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posted January 09, 2002 18:35 Rane: ABSOLUTELY GREAT update, I love how Willow was Tara's first, that was really sweet and touching, I soooooo can't wait for the next part.Lonewolf
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posted January 09, 2002 21:42 gee golly.. i'm loving this fic.. willow is tara's first, and that is so sweet *sigh* IP: Logged
posted January 09, 2002 22:47 Wow... once again, you blow me away. All of you people (and by that I mean all the fic writers on this board) are far too talented! (And I mean that in a good way, obviously.) So um.... YAAAAAAAAAAY RANE!IP: LoggedsinfaeryBlessed Wannabe IP: Logged
posted January 10, 2002 03:28 Loving it! Rane I gotta Camp Flutie gets me through the day.IP: LoggedtommoLesbian Gay Type Lover And um...I've never done it in a truck either. A car, yes. But not a truck. Heh.
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posted January 10, 2002 04:22 You know what we all love about this fic? It's just so damn sweet. It's perfect. It's Willow and Tara doing what they do best; loving one another. Honestly Rane, I'm on the verge of proposing to you if this is the kind of romance I can expect.And um...I've never done it in a truck either. A car, yes. But not a truck. Heh.
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"Bitter, party of one. Bitter, party of one." she muttered... ~ Four Months After by Capt. Murdock
glad to know some understand now why i did the truck scene though, honestly, i was channeling that whole part. i just had to post it. i then spent a whole day figuring out how to make it believable. i keep shooting myself in the foot. so, ruth, when we getting hitched? i'm a romantic at heart. just another fluffy otter.
as you know things are crazy. waiting sucks. (aria, my thougths are with you. *hugs*)
i also just enrolled at ucla for some classes and i'm still looking for a job. so... here's an update. hope you like.
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“Parting is such sweet sorrow,” Willow said under her breath as she walked back to camp alone. “That I shall say good night till it be- Xander?” She asked, suddenly noticing a familiar shape sitting on top of one of the picnic tables.
“Hey, Will. What are you doing walking around?” He asked a bit cast down.
“I, um, couldn’t sleep. You?” she asked as she threw out the handi wipes she’d used to clean her hands. She smiled as she thought of Tara’s mini survival kit in her car. Handi wipes, and water and a flashlight-
“Well, I was sleeping but Cordelia threw me out of her hut.” Xander chuckled halfheartedly.
“Why were you with- Oh… I don’t get you, Xander. Why do you do this to yourself?” she inquired as she sat down across from him.
“What?”
“Like people that are mean to you?”
“But Cordelia’s mean to everyone.”
“Yeah, I know.” Willow huffed, memories of tortures past sprung to mind.
“Hey. Look, I’m not doing this on purpose. Cordy’s hot. I can’t help it, I have eyes.”
She gave up trying to come up with the million reasons why eyes weren’t enough. “You need some sense knocked into you. Xander…“ Willow shook her head disappointingly. “Cordelia?”
Xander readied himself to explain. “Ok, let’s say you liked girls, in a truly hypothetically, bizarro world- Nah, let’s just say you were a guy cause you are kinda my girl-guy, ya know? Although, if you were ever to like a girl-“ He wriggled his eyebrows as he grinned goofily. He registered her glare and continued. “Sorry. But anyways, if you could make out Cordelia, hottest girl in Sunnydale, wouldn’t you take that chance?”
“No.” she replied.
“But being the butt monkey everyone thinks I am-“
“You are not a butt monkey!”
“Yes, I am. I mean look at me- I’m Joe Blow to your witchy powers and Buffy’s Slayerness. I’m working in the kitchen at a summer camp. I don’t go to college like you and Buffy and… Cordy’s right, I am a loser.”
“And you *still* make out with her?” She asked raising her eyebrows. Xander was such a dummy sometimes.
“Yeah. It’s just she’s so pretty.” He sighed.
“Is that all you care about? Looks? What about the person in side, Xander? A soul-mind connection with somebody else. The person whose smile make you smile. Whose laugh makes you laugh. Whose touch makes you-… I can’t believe you’d be that shallow.”
“And I can’t believe you are still a romantic at heart, Will. You honestly believe in that stuff?”
Willow paused briefly as she thought of Tara. “I know it.”
“Oz?”
Willow mournfully shook her head. “No.”
“Oh… OH! Will, I though we- I mean, we’ve been there done that but- We-“
“It’s not you, Xander. Who do you think you are? Tarzan’s mother?”
“Umm, Tarzan’s mother, Will?” he interrupted quite confused by the term.
“It doesn’t matter.” She didn’t want to have to explain Tara’s joke to him. He probably wouldn’t get it. “You think I’m still- With you? I’m not. Not for a long time. When our fluke happened, it-… I realized I liked you because I thought I couldn’t have you.” Willow suddenly wished she could take back the words. She saw Xander’s hurt expression instantly.
“What? I was like a prize that you wanted and then you didn’t after I spent twenty bucks on those stupid shooting ducks thing because somebody else gave you a bigger plush toy?” True, he was thinking about Cordelia and the Renaissance fair last spring but that was the best analogy he could come up with.
Willow was troubled by his tone of voice. “Xander, no. I-”
“Then what? I meant nothing to you!?”
“Of course you did. You still do. Xander, I love you. You’re my best friend. I just- I don’t feel that way anymore. I don’t know how or why but I… I’ve changed. I’ve grown. We both have. I…” Willow sighed.
Xander took a few moments to reply as his Xadneresque demeanor returned, “I know I sometimes acted like an jerk to Oz but- I’m glad he was your- That you two were together. He was good to you.”
“He was. I think I needed him them. I didn’t really know what was going on in this head of mine, you know? Like, I was two different people. Willow with Xander was one and Willow with Oz was the other. One was the crushed out best friend, and the other the geekness is in while dating a popular boy kind of girl. And, I guess I was a different Willow to Buffy and Giles as well. I divided myself. But not anymore.”
Willow continued to illustrate as a smile curled her lips. “’Cause one day all of you will fit with another person. One of these days you’ll find yourself looking across a room and there she’ll be… Sitting alone, reading a book, eating only an apple. And she’ll smile and you’ll smile and then you’ll know. And she’ll make you feel like you’ve never felt before. Like-” Willow began to squiggle as Xander’s bright look registered. “What?”
Xander shook his head as he smiled. “That was quite nice. I like that, but I’m still not going to stop fooling around with Cordelia.”
“What about Anya? You know she’s infatuated with you.”
“No way, she’s too straight forward and blunt.”
“They mean the same thing, Xander.”
Confusion spread, “Really?” he asked.
“Yes.”
Xander grinned. “Oh, well, no wonder I’m the layman of the group. In the non-laying kinda man-” Willow’s grin radiated as she though of Tara and their lovemaking. He eyed her. “Cause uh, Cordy’s just teasing… You ok there, Will? That’s quite a happy, happy look you’ve got.”
She bashfully covered her grin with her hand. She could still smell Tara on her hands, taste her in her mouth, feel her everywhere. “Yes.” She murmured.
Xander smiled one of his goofy grins. “Lil’ Will is getting some, uh, lil’ willy. Huh?” he asked, his expression bemused by his own statement.
“What?!”
“Please, you’re totally glowing. And giddy and giggly and all that other girly stuff.”
“No, Xander-“
“It’s cool. It’s obvious he’s still in love with you.”
“What?!” The comment stunned Willow. “Who?”
“Oz. At first I thought he and Tara were-“
“Tara!?” Willow’s mind was spinning. Oz and Tara?
“Yeah. When I worked those two months at the post office before I got fired- Which by the way was so not my fault! It was Rob who-“ Willow’s agitated eyes stopped his babbling. “He -he got some letters from her. Like, three. I remembered her from last year.”
Letters? Xander knew Tara from last year? “You met Tara last year?” she asked. How was it possible two of the closest people in her life met her beloved last year and she hadn’t?
“Yeah, she was in our group. While you and Buffy were off with Cordelia and Devon’s group. Not that I’m still holding a grudge that they hooked up last summer or anything.” Again, Willow’s annoyed expression paused him. “She got sick like two days into the session and went home. I wonder how she got Mono.”
Willow had never even thought about that. Mono was commonly referred to as the kissing disease in high school, so who had Tara been kissing last summer? Willow’s emotions were bubbling up inside, she felt it. She was upset with herself for not asking about the Mono. She was heartbroken that Tara hadn’t mentioned anything about it to her. She was jealous of whoever the other person was.
Was Tara keeping more secrets from her? Willow had no clue that tonight had been her first time, she’d never let her hormones take over like that! She deserved a bed full of rose petals and Sarah Mclaghlan music. And, the whole Oz association? She hadn’t pressed further about that as well. Letters? She got letters form Tara. Love letters. 'But Tara loves me. Tara gave herself to me.' she thought.
“Ladies and gentlemen, Willow Rosenberg’s furrowed brow at full force.” Xander broke her train of thought.
“Huh, what?”
“What are you thinking about in there? It’s been quite a while since I’ve seen that look on your face.”
“I gotto go.” Willow said as she quickly stood up.
“Go? But it’s only,” Xander looked at his watch, “almost four in the morning. We’ve stayed up longer than this.”
She was worried, she was tired, she was sleepy. “I think I want to take a shower.” Willow always took hot showers to calm herself down although she wasn’t sure it would help this time.
“Yeah, though I like your new fragrance. Very Tara.” He said with a smirk. "Nice."
Willow quickly turned around and gave him a look. How would he know what she smelled like? “What?!”
“Vanilla? I can smell it. Mixed in with the tingly scent of Handi Wipes and, umm,... Have you been digging up roots under the full moon again, witchy Willow? Or is it burying a potato under a-”
“Good night, Xand.” She unhappily said as she walked off.
“Wait! Can you at least explain the Tarzan’s mother remark?”
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TBC....
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posted January 10, 2002 05:02 hi kittens! all of you are so sweet! i LOVE you!glad to know some understand now why i did the truck scene though, honestly, i was channeling that whole part. i just had to post it. i then spent a whole day figuring out how to make it believable. i keep shooting myself in the foot. so, ruth, when we getting hitched? i'm a romantic at heart. just another fluffy otter.
as you know things are crazy. waiting sucks. (aria, my thougths are with you. *hugs*)
i also just enrolled at ucla for some classes and i'm still looking for a job. so... here's an update. hope you like.
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“Parting is such sweet sorrow,” Willow said under her breath as she walked back to camp alone. “That I shall say good night till it be- Xander?” She asked, suddenly noticing a familiar shape sitting on top of one of the picnic tables.
“Hey, Will. What are you doing walking around?” He asked a bit cast down.
“I, um, couldn’t sleep. You?” she asked as she threw out the handi wipes she’d used to clean her hands. She smiled as she thought of Tara’s mini survival kit in her car. Handi wipes, and water and a flashlight-
“Well, I was sleeping but Cordelia threw me out of her hut.” Xander chuckled halfheartedly.
“Why were you with- Oh… I don’t get you, Xander. Why do you do this to yourself?” she inquired as she sat down across from him.
“What?”
“Like people that are mean to you?”
“But Cordelia’s mean to everyone.”
“Yeah, I know.” Willow huffed, memories of tortures past sprung to mind.
“Hey. Look, I’m not doing this on purpose. Cordy’s hot. I can’t help it, I have eyes.”
She gave up trying to come up with the million reasons why eyes weren’t enough. “You need some sense knocked into you. Xander…“ Willow shook her head disappointingly. “Cordelia?”
Xander readied himself to explain. “Ok, let’s say you liked girls, in a truly hypothetically, bizarro world- Nah, let’s just say you were a guy cause you are kinda my girl-guy, ya know? Although, if you were ever to like a girl-“ He wriggled his eyebrows as he grinned goofily. He registered her glare and continued. “Sorry. But anyways, if you could make out Cordelia, hottest girl in Sunnydale, wouldn’t you take that chance?”
“No.” she replied.
“But being the butt monkey everyone thinks I am-“
“You are not a butt monkey!”
“Yes, I am. I mean look at me- I’m Joe Blow to your witchy powers and Buffy’s Slayerness. I’m working in the kitchen at a summer camp. I don’t go to college like you and Buffy and… Cordy’s right, I am a loser.”
“And you *still* make out with her?” She asked raising her eyebrows. Xander was such a dummy sometimes.
“Yeah. It’s just she’s so pretty.” He sighed.
“Is that all you care about? Looks? What about the person in side, Xander? A soul-mind connection with somebody else. The person whose smile make you smile. Whose laugh makes you laugh. Whose touch makes you-… I can’t believe you’d be that shallow.”
“And I can’t believe you are still a romantic at heart, Will. You honestly believe in that stuff?”
Willow paused briefly as she thought of Tara. “I know it.”
“Oz?”
Willow mournfully shook her head. “No.”
“Oh… OH! Will, I though we- I mean, we’ve been there done that but- We-“
“It’s not you, Xander. Who do you think you are? Tarzan’s mother?”
“Umm, Tarzan’s mother, Will?” he interrupted quite confused by the term.
“It doesn’t matter.” She didn’t want to have to explain Tara’s joke to him. He probably wouldn’t get it. “You think I’m still- With you? I’m not. Not for a long time. When our fluke happened, it-… I realized I liked you because I thought I couldn’t have you.” Willow suddenly wished she could take back the words. She saw Xander’s hurt expression instantly.
“What? I was like a prize that you wanted and then you didn’t after I spent twenty bucks on those stupid shooting ducks thing because somebody else gave you a bigger plush toy?” True, he was thinking about Cordelia and the Renaissance fair last spring but that was the best analogy he could come up with.
Willow was troubled by his tone of voice. “Xander, no. I-”
“Then what? I meant nothing to you!?”
“Of course you did. You still do. Xander, I love you. You’re my best friend. I just- I don’t feel that way anymore. I don’t know how or why but I… I’ve changed. I’ve grown. We both have. I…” Willow sighed.
Xander took a few moments to reply as his Xadneresque demeanor returned, “I know I sometimes acted like an jerk to Oz but- I’m glad he was your- That you two were together. He was good to you.”
“He was. I think I needed him them. I didn’t really know what was going on in this head of mine, you know? Like, I was two different people. Willow with Xander was one and Willow with Oz was the other. One was the crushed out best friend, and the other the geekness is in while dating a popular boy kind of girl. And, I guess I was a different Willow to Buffy and Giles as well. I divided myself. But not anymore.”
Willow continued to illustrate as a smile curled her lips. “’Cause one day all of you will fit with another person. One of these days you’ll find yourself looking across a room and there she’ll be… Sitting alone, reading a book, eating only an apple. And she’ll smile and you’ll smile and then you’ll know. And she’ll make you feel like you’ve never felt before. Like-” Willow began to squiggle as Xander’s bright look registered. “What?”
Xander shook his head as he smiled. “That was quite nice. I like that, but I’m still not going to stop fooling around with Cordelia.”
“What about Anya? You know she’s infatuated with you.”
“No way, she’s too straight forward and blunt.”
“They mean the same thing, Xander.”
Confusion spread, “Really?” he asked.
“Yes.”
Xander grinned. “Oh, well, no wonder I’m the layman of the group. In the non-laying kinda man-” Willow’s grin radiated as she though of Tara and their lovemaking. He eyed her. “Cause uh, Cordy’s just teasing… You ok there, Will? That’s quite a happy, happy look you’ve got.”
She bashfully covered her grin with her hand. She could still smell Tara on her hands, taste her in her mouth, feel her everywhere. “Yes.” She murmured.
Xander smiled one of his goofy grins. “Lil’ Will is getting some, uh, lil’ willy. Huh?” he asked, his expression bemused by his own statement.
“What?!”
“Please, you’re totally glowing. And giddy and giggly and all that other girly stuff.”
“No, Xander-“
“It’s cool. It’s obvious he’s still in love with you.”
“What?!” The comment stunned Willow. “Who?”
“Oz. At first I thought he and Tara were-“
“Tara!?” Willow’s mind was spinning. Oz and Tara?
“Yeah. When I worked those two months at the post office before I got fired- Which by the way was so not my fault! It was Rob who-“ Willow’s agitated eyes stopped his babbling. “He -he got some letters from her. Like, three. I remembered her from last year.”
Letters? Xander knew Tara from last year? “You met Tara last year?” she asked. How was it possible two of the closest people in her life met her beloved last year and she hadn’t?
“Yeah, she was in our group. While you and Buffy were off with Cordelia and Devon’s group. Not that I’m still holding a grudge that they hooked up last summer or anything.” Again, Willow’s annoyed expression paused him. “She got sick like two days into the session and went home. I wonder how she got Mono.”
Willow had never even thought about that. Mono was commonly referred to as the kissing disease in high school, so who had Tara been kissing last summer? Willow’s emotions were bubbling up inside, she felt it. She was upset with herself for not asking about the Mono. She was heartbroken that Tara hadn’t mentioned anything about it to her. She was jealous of whoever the other person was.
Was Tara keeping more secrets from her? Willow had no clue that tonight had been her first time, she’d never let her hormones take over like that! She deserved a bed full of rose petals and Sarah Mclaghlan music. And, the whole Oz association? She hadn’t pressed further about that as well. Letters? She got letters form Tara. Love letters. 'But Tara loves me. Tara gave herself to me.' she thought.
“Ladies and gentlemen, Willow Rosenberg’s furrowed brow at full force.” Xander broke her train of thought.
“Huh, what?”
“What are you thinking about in there? It’s been quite a while since I’ve seen that look on your face.”
“I gotto go.” Willow said as she quickly stood up.
“Go? But it’s only,” Xander looked at his watch, “almost four in the morning. We’ve stayed up longer than this.”
She was worried, she was tired, she was sleepy. “I think I want to take a shower.” Willow always took hot showers to calm herself down although she wasn’t sure it would help this time.
“Yeah, though I like your new fragrance. Very Tara.” He said with a smirk. "Nice."
Willow quickly turned around and gave him a look. How would he know what she smelled like? “What?!”
“Vanilla? I can smell it. Mixed in with the tingly scent of Handi Wipes and, umm,... Have you been digging up roots under the full moon again, witchy Willow? Or is it burying a potato under a-”
“Good night, Xand.” She unhappily said as she walked off.
“Wait! Can you at least explain the Tarzan’s mother remark?”
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TBC....
IP: LoggedmollyigSassy Eggs Rane, me deary-o, you have some explaining to do!
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posted January 10, 2002 05:21 Oh dear, now its Willow who is all insecure. And whats this Tara sending letters to Oz thing?Rane, me deary-o, you have some explaining to do!
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The new Indigo Girls album, "Become You," is in stores Feb. 26, 2002. For
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"Bitter, party of one. Bitter, party of one." she muttered... ~ Four Months After by Capt. Murdock
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posted January 10, 2002 05:29 Oh Rane...I'm afraid our wedding is off until you sort this mess out. Tell me it's a misunderstanding please. Mono? NO!------------------
"Bitter, party of one. Bitter, party of one." she muttered... ~ Four Months After by Capt. Murdock
The letters? oh,Rane you better explain this quick.Or I will hunt you down and shake the truth out of you!!!
Ok..that enough threatening.Now give me the truth or...um...you know,the update on the other hand
Please...
*Fuzz*
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posted January 10, 2002 06:21 Hehe...now what's going on here?The letters? oh,Rane you better explain this quick.Or I will hunt you down and shake the truth out of you!!!
Ok..that enough threatening.Now give me the truth or...um...you know,the update on the other hand
Please...
*Fuzz*
by Jessie » Wed Jan 09, 2002 9:56 am
I loved the "after-sex" nerves and Will finding out it was Tara's first time. That was very sweet. (And Devon farting in a van full of people? Does it get better? I don't think so)!
(Im)patiently waiting for the next WONDERFUL update.
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"And how long have you known your girlfriend's Tinkerbell?"
by Tempest819 » Wed Jan 09, 2002 11:28 am
by Katharyn » Wed Jan 09, 2002 11:33 am
Hope you get good news on the family front and continue this when you can.
Katharyn
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She's my always
by lurker1.0 » Wed Jan 09, 2002 11:35 am
by Quill » Wed Jan 09, 2002 11:52 am
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"I'm a very self-centered poet...all of my poems are about 'I'. I can just picture it now, the title of my first book of poetry will be: 'An egocentric book of self-centered poems by someone arrogant enough to think someone would want to spend money on a book of poems about her selfish, boring existence'."
~"Josephine"
by orion » Wed Jan 09, 2002 3:25 pm
as always looking forward to the next part
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"Okay, thats a little blacker then I like my arts" -Willow
by Lonewolf » Wed Jan 09, 2002 4:35 pm
Lonewolf
by delany » Wed Jan 09, 2002 7:42 pm
by Jae » Wed Jan 09, 2002 8:47 pm
by sinfaery » Thu Jan 10, 2002 1:28 am
by tommo » Thu Jan 10, 2002 2:22 am
And um...I've never done it in a truck either. A car, yes. But not a truck. Heh.
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"Bitter, party of one. Bitter, party of one." she muttered... ~ Four Months After by Capt. Murdock
by Rane » Thu Jan 10, 2002 3:02 am
glad to know some understand now why i did the truck scene though, honestly, i was channeling that whole part. i just had to post it. i then spent a whole day figuring out how to make it believable. i keep shooting myself in the foot. so, ruth, when we getting hitched? i'm a romantic at heart. just another fluffy otter.
as you know things are crazy. waiting sucks. (aria, my thougths are with you. *hugs*)
i also just enrolled at ucla for some classes and i'm still looking for a job. so... here's an update. hope you like.
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“Parting is such sweet sorrow,” Willow said under her breath as she walked back to camp alone. “That I shall say good night till it be- Xander?” She asked, suddenly noticing a familiar shape sitting on top of one of the picnic tables.
“Hey, Will. What are you doing walking around?” He asked a bit cast down.
“I, um, couldn’t sleep. You?” she asked as she threw out the handi wipes she’d used to clean her hands. She smiled as she thought of Tara’s mini survival kit in her car. Handi wipes, and water and a flashlight-
“Well, I was sleeping but Cordelia threw me out of her hut.” Xander chuckled halfheartedly.
“Why were you with- Oh… I don’t get you, Xander. Why do you do this to yourself?” she inquired as she sat down across from him.
“What?”
“Like people that are mean to you?”
“But Cordelia’s mean to everyone.”
“Yeah, I know.” Willow huffed, memories of tortures past sprung to mind.
“Hey. Look, I’m not doing this on purpose. Cordy’s hot. I can’t help it, I have eyes.”
She gave up trying to come up with the million reasons why eyes weren’t enough. “You need some sense knocked into you. Xander…“ Willow shook her head disappointingly. “Cordelia?”
Xander readied himself to explain. “Ok, let’s say you liked girls, in a truly hypothetically, bizarro world- Nah, let’s just say you were a guy cause you are kinda my girl-guy, ya know? Although, if you were ever to like a girl-“ He wriggled his eyebrows as he grinned goofily. He registered her glare and continued. “Sorry. But anyways, if you could make out Cordelia, hottest girl in Sunnydale, wouldn’t you take that chance?”
“No.” she replied.
“But being the butt monkey everyone thinks I am-“
“You are not a butt monkey!”
“Yes, I am. I mean look at me- I’m Joe Blow to your witchy powers and Buffy’s Slayerness. I’m working in the kitchen at a summer camp. I don’t go to college like you and Buffy and… Cordy’s right, I am a loser.”
“And you *still* make out with her?” She asked raising her eyebrows. Xander was such a dummy sometimes.
“Yeah. It’s just she’s so pretty.” He sighed.
“Is that all you care about? Looks? What about the person in side, Xander? A soul-mind connection with somebody else. The person whose smile make you smile. Whose laugh makes you laugh. Whose touch makes you-… I can’t believe you’d be that shallow.”
“And I can’t believe you are still a romantic at heart, Will. You honestly believe in that stuff?”
Willow paused briefly as she thought of Tara. “I know it.”
“Oz?”
Willow mournfully shook her head. “No.”
“Oh… OH! Will, I though we- I mean, we’ve been there done that but- We-“
“It’s not you, Xander. Who do you think you are? Tarzan’s mother?”
“Umm, Tarzan’s mother, Will?” he interrupted quite confused by the term.
“It doesn’t matter.” She didn’t want to have to explain Tara’s joke to him. He probably wouldn’t get it. “You think I’m still- With you? I’m not. Not for a long time. When our fluke happened, it-… I realized I liked you because I thought I couldn’t have you.” Willow suddenly wished she could take back the words. She saw Xander’s hurt expression instantly.
“What? I was like a prize that you wanted and then you didn’t after I spent twenty bucks on those stupid shooting ducks thing because somebody else gave you a bigger plush toy?” True, he was thinking about Cordelia and the Renaissance fair last spring but that was the best analogy he could come up with.
Willow was troubled by his tone of voice. “Xander, no. I-”
“Then what? I meant nothing to you!?”
“Of course you did. You still do. Xander, I love you. You’re my best friend. I just- I don’t feel that way anymore. I don’t know how or why but I… I’ve changed. I’ve grown. We both have. I…” Willow sighed.
Xander took a few moments to reply as his Xadneresque demeanor returned, “I know I sometimes acted like an jerk to Oz but- I’m glad he was your- That you two were together. He was good to you.”
“He was. I think I needed him them. I didn’t really know what was going on in this head of mine, you know? Like, I was two different people. Willow with Xander was one and Willow with Oz was the other. One was the crushed out best friend, and the other the geekness is in while dating a popular boy kind of girl. And, I guess I was a different Willow to Buffy and Giles as well. I divided myself. But not anymore.”
Willow continued to illustrate as a smile curled her lips. “’Cause one day all of you will fit with another person. One of these days you’ll find yourself looking across a room and there she’ll be… Sitting alone, reading a book, eating only an apple. And she’ll smile and you’ll smile and then you’ll know. And she’ll make you feel like you’ve never felt before. Like-” Willow began to squiggle as Xander’s bright look registered. “What?”
Xander shook his head as he smiled. “That was quite nice. I like that, but I’m still not going to stop fooling around with Cordelia.”
“What about Anya? You know she’s infatuated with you.”
“No way, she’s too straight forward and blunt.”
“They mean the same thing, Xander.”
Confusion spread, “Really?” he asked.
“Yes.”
Xander grinned. “Oh, well, no wonder I’m the layman of the group. In the non-laying kinda man-” Willow’s grin radiated as she though of Tara and their lovemaking. He eyed her. “Cause uh, Cordy’s just teasing… You ok there, Will? That’s quite a happy, happy look you’ve got.”
She bashfully covered her grin with her hand. She could still smell Tara on her hands, taste her in her mouth, feel her everywhere. “Yes.” She murmured.
Xander smiled one of his goofy grins. “Lil’ Will is getting some, uh, lil’ willy. Huh?” he asked, his expression bemused by his own statement.
“What?!”
“Please, you’re totally glowing. And giddy and giggly and all that other girly stuff.”
“No, Xander-“
“It’s cool. It’s obvious he’s still in love with you.”
“What?!” The comment stunned Willow. “Who?”
“Oz. At first I thought he and Tara were-“
“Tara!?” Willow’s mind was spinning. Oz and Tara?
“Yeah. When I worked those two months at the post office before I got fired- Which by the way was so not my fault! It was Rob who-“ Willow’s agitated eyes stopped his babbling. “He -he got some letters from her. Like, three. I remembered her from last year.”
Letters? Xander knew Tara from last year? “You met Tara last year?” she asked. How was it possible two of the closest people in her life met her beloved last year and she hadn’t?
“Yeah, she was in our group. While you and Buffy were off with Cordelia and Devon’s group. Not that I’m still holding a grudge that they hooked up last summer or anything.” Again, Willow’s annoyed expression paused him. “She got sick like two days into the session and went home. I wonder how she got Mono.”
Willow had never even thought about that. Mono was commonly referred to as the kissing disease in high school, so who had Tara been kissing last summer? Willow’s emotions were bubbling up inside, she felt it. She was upset with herself for not asking about the Mono. She was heartbroken that Tara hadn’t mentioned anything about it to her. She was jealous of whoever the other person was.
Was Tara keeping more secrets from her? Willow had no clue that tonight had been her first time, she’d never let her hormones take over like that! She deserved a bed full of rose petals and Sarah Mclaghlan music. And, the whole Oz association? She hadn’t pressed further about that as well. Letters? She got letters form Tara. Love letters. 'But Tara loves me. Tara gave herself to me.' she thought.
“Ladies and gentlemen, Willow Rosenberg’s furrowed brow at full force.” Xander broke her train of thought.
“Huh, what?”
“What are you thinking about in there? It’s been quite a while since I’ve seen that look on your face.”
“I gotto go.” Willow said as she quickly stood up.
“Go? But it’s only,” Xander looked at his watch, “almost four in the morning. We’ve stayed up longer than this.”
She was worried, she was tired, she was sleepy. “I think I want to take a shower.” Willow always took hot showers to calm herself down although she wasn’t sure it would help this time.
“Yeah, though I like your new fragrance. Very Tara.” He said with a smirk. "Nice."
Willow quickly turned around and gave him a look. How would he know what she smelled like? “What?!”
“Vanilla? I can smell it. Mixed in with the tingly scent of Handi Wipes and, umm,... Have you been digging up roots under the full moon again, witchy Willow? Or is it burying a potato under a-”
“Good night, Xand.” She unhappily said as she walked off.
“Wait! Can you at least explain the Tarzan’s mother remark?”
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TBC....
by mollyig » Thu Jan 10, 2002 3:21 am
Rane, me deary-o, you have some explaining to do!
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The new Indigo Girls album, "Become You," is in stores Feb. 26, 2002. For
more info, check out Indigo Girls web site at: http://www.indigogirls.com
by tommo » Thu Jan 10, 2002 3:29 am
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"Bitter, party of one. Bitter, party of one." she muttered... ~ Four Months After by Capt. Murdock
by Fuzz » Thu Jan 10, 2002 4:21 am
The letters? oh,Rane you better explain this quick.Or I will hunt you down and shake the truth out of you!!!
Ok..that enough threatening.Now give me the truth or...um...you know,the update on the other hand
Please...
*Fuzz*
by Scout » Thu Jan 10, 2002 8:15 am
by Jessie » Thu Jan 10, 2002 9:17 am
read it again really fast just in case ... And it's very Shakespearean of you to include this bit ... misunderstandings are the spice of life. Or is that nutmeg? Who knows, but my point is ... uhm ... lost.
You're doing a great job and, as ever, I look forward to more. (This story doesn't HAVE to end, does it?)
I'll be waiting here ...
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"And how long have you known your girlfriend's Tinkerbell?"
by The Rose » Thu Jan 10, 2002 9:36 am
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Tara: My heart doesn't stutter.
Tara: Willow, I got so lost.
Willow: I found you. I will always find you.
Tara: Nobody messes with my girl!
by Quill » Thu Jan 10, 2002 12:35 pm
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"I'm a very self-centered poet...all of my poems are about 'I'. I can just picture it now, the title of my first book of poetry will be: 'An egocentric book of self-centered poems by someone arrogant enough to think someone would want to spend money on a book of poems about her selfish, boring existence'."
~"Josephine"
by Lonewolf » Thu Jan 10, 2002 12:55 pm
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