Thanks so much – the updates were everything I hoped they would be!
by Scout » Mon Jan 21, 2002 4:16 pm
Thanks so much – the updates were everything I hoped they would be!
by Kittie17 » Mon Jan 21, 2002 4:42 pm
update = me happy
2 updates = me super very happy
hehe
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Todo lo que necesitamos es sentido comun y eso no puede ser enseñado
by silverangel » Mon Jan 21, 2002 10:03 pm
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Willow: Where would you go? If you felt lost and alone? Where would you go?
Tara: To you.
**Deleted scene from Bloodties
by tiger17 » Mon Jan 21, 2002 10:38 pm
by nika » Mon Jan 21, 2002 11:54 pm
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"Eat lot's of applesauce, preferably fed to you by attractive young lesbians." Amber Benson
by Hanki » Tue Jan 22, 2002 12:32 pm
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Hannah's Home
Are you getting the whole actress eats food thing?? Cuz most of them don't ~ Amber
by Lonewolf » Tue Jan 22, 2002 1:30 pm
Lonewolf
by UniDagger » Tue Jan 22, 2002 2:44 pm
I love! this story!! Its so W/T. So glad I stumbled in
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"Gay Now"
So you're gay?
Yes
Will you be gay tomorrow?
Let me check my calendar...yep. Looks like I'll be gay all week.
by littlekitty » Wed Jan 23, 2002 7:52 pm
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~Spread beneath my Willow tree-You make me complete~
by UniDagger » Wed Jan 23, 2002 10:18 pm
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"Gay Now"
So you're gay?
Yes
Will you be gay tomorrow?
Let me check my calendar...yep. Looks like I'll be gay all week.
by ~Liz » Wed Jan 23, 2002 10:30 pm
i....
need....
more.....
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Buffy: Hot dog surprise. Be still, my heart.
Willow: Call me old fashioned, I don't want anymore surprises in my hot dogs.
--Teacher's Pet.
by aladdin » Thu Jan 24, 2002 8:44 am
About German-English translations: I know I read some of you earlier fics and thought that you had to be German because you used certain sentence structures and expressions. But you are right: I read German W/T fiction once and it just doesn't sound really good. English is definitely the better choice, it sounds mire natural.
OK, go ahead and give us some updates..don't waste your time on "Verbotene Liebe".
by ~Liz » Thu Jan 24, 2002 9:57 am
quote:
Originally posted by aladdin:
Hey Mirage,
Now after I got over the shock that you named the princess after this beast from hell, Clarissa, I feel like giving you some feedback. BTW, I liked Clarissa, she was the most fun in the whole show, it's just..Willow..Clarissa..it's hilarious.
I like the story so far. I like it a lot although I enjoyed the earlier part slightly more. But that's just me, I always think that the first chapters are the greatest.
I thought her name was Glory?
~Liz
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Buffy: Hot dog surprise. Be still, my heart.
Willow: Call me old fashioned, I don't want anymore surprises in my hot dogs.
--Teacher's Pet.
by aladdin » Thu Jan 24, 2002 11:45 am
quote:
Originally posted by ~Liz:
I thought her name was Glory?~Liz
Oh no, we're talking about another TV show, a German soap opera in fact.
by scylla » Thu Jan 24, 2002 12:27 pm
by MoMack » Thu Jan 24, 2002 1:35 pm
by mirage » Thu Jan 24, 2002 1:35 pm
Aladdin: Calling her Clarissa had been a joke from my beta. And after Tanja came back to kidnap Clarissa I have stopped to watch "Verbotene Liebe" It isn't the same without Clarissa and her Cigarillos:-)
And thank you ~Liz, you made my day. Now I have the image of Clarissa and Glory sitting together with a glass of Sherry and discussing fashion. (BTW Clarissa was the beast from hell in a German soap, something like Alexis Colby)
So here is the next update:
A ticklish sensation on her cheek crept through her sleep into her mind. First only a small nagging noise in the background of her dream it grew louder, announcing its presence distinctly. Clarissa had to react or she wouldn't be able to maintain her desperately needed sleep.
Still in the land of dreams she moved her head slightly to the right but only far enough to put space between her and the tickling and not too much to wake herself up. And it worked. Just as she dove back into the dreaming the feeling returned even more intense than before. She moved again but the troublemaker followed her. If she wanted or not she had to take action again, even if her own movement distanced her even more from her dream. Uncoordinated and fussily her hand moved up to her own cheek to brush the intruder away. It felt like hair and not like her own the already awake part of her mind told her. Clarissa tried to persuade that part that she needed her sleep that something the day and night before had been exhausting but it wouldn't listen. It was already running in high modus to find out whom the hair belonged to and it decided that it needed the rest of her mind to solve that mystery.
As soon as her annoying part of her mind convinced the rest to join the solution woke up her body immediately. Natasha. It was her hair. What meant that they lay together in her bed side by side. A smile crept over her face her eyes still closed, enjoying the suddenly not any longer unnerving ticklish feeling but soft caress of the blond hair when the memories of the last 24 hours hit her and shot her eyes wide open.
She watched the blonde girl next to her as she tried to force her heart back into her chest. It pounded so loud in her ears that she was afraid it would wake up Natasha but the other girl slept on soundly unaware of the turmoil next to her. She looked so peaceful only the purple bruises in her face betraying the horrible things she went through.
Natasha had somehow managed to snuggle up to her, her injured arm resting securely on her right hip. It didn't look comfortable to Clarissa but the sly smile on the witch's face indicated the opposite. The blonde had placed her head at Clarissa's shoulder, her forehead resting against her cheek, the tousled hair causing the earlier ticklish feeling.
Slowly not to wake her up the princess moved away again to have a better view. She propped herself on her right arm and gazed down at the blonde. Carefully her hand sneaked out and touched her forehead. There was still some temperature but the burning heat was gone. She felt the release and joy rush through her body as she realized that they had defeated the fever. Before she could stop herself Clarissa bent down and placed a light kiss at the same place her hand had rested a minute ago. She knew that she risked to wake Natasha up but her joy had needed a way out or she would have exploded and that wasn't an option either.
"We've made it." She whispered. They had made it after all. They had left the darkest part behind them and from now on there was only sunshine in their future. No more brutal family and no more hurting. They would be together and she would help Natasha to heal physically and mentally. And they would live together happily ever after. And before the rational part of her mind could interject she shut it up. This was her happy moment and no one would ruin it especially not herself.
Her head turned around and she watched the first rays of the sun falling through her window. Her eyes followed the flock of wild gooses that past by her window. The summer was nearly over now. It wouldn't take long and the sweltering hot days would only be a fading memory. But she wouldn't be able to forget this special summer. Even now she could feel their first touch when Natasha had brushed over her palm, showing her the difference between their hands on that particular hot day.
An incoherent mumble next to her snapped her out of her pleasant memories and back to reality. Back to the reality of being in one bed with said blonde. Natasha shifted as she fought her way back from sleep. Her eyelids fluttered. Clarissa held her breath, she didn't want the blonde to wake up now. She needed all the rest she could get and to be honest Clarissa wanted to watch her a little bit longer. But Natasha didn't to her the favour as she opened her eyes to look straight at the redhead. Blue eyes locking with green. A small smile formed around her lips but as soon as her smile reached her bruised cheek the blonde winced.
Clarissa sat up alarmed. "Are you alright?"
"I'm fine. Just have to go without smiling for a while." Natasha answered.
The princess frowned. "But I like your smile."
Awkwardly the witch sat up with a little help from an overprotective princess. "You do?" She blushed.
Clarissa nodded, blushing herself. "Very."
"Really?" the blonde asked a seductively half-grin on her face.
The redhead swallowed. "Yes." She answered hoarsely. After clearing her throat she tried it again. "Really." Her hand sneaked out to caress Natasha's arm and to reaffirm her words. "Sounds like you're feeling better." Her fingers traced small circles on the tender skin.
Suddenly Natasha's features darkened. "I, I have to go." She sat up in a rush, causing her world to spin around. Only Clarissa's hands on her shoulders kept her from collapsing. Gently the redhead forced her to lay down again.
"You can't go."
"But I have to. They will come after me." Natasha struggled weakly.
"Nobody's coming after you. You're safe." The princess reassured her.
"No, you don't understand. They always find me." Her voice shrieked with panic.
"No." Clarissa shouted to get the panicked girl's attention. "They won't come. I bought you from them. You don't belong to them any longer." The girl under her went limb. "You belong to me now." She whispered as she settled back.
"Y-you bought me."
"Yes." But then she saw the shock and hurt in the blue eyes before her. "No! Not like that. I didn't…. You're not my property. I bought you, actually Nana bought you with my money, because your family shouldn't see me but technically it was my money that bought you so it was me who bought you but I didn't buy you to possess you I did it to free you from them. I would have done everything to get you out of there and money was the only possibility. And I would do it again, well I hope I don't have to do it again because that would mean that they hurt you again and I will never allow that to happen but I would give all my money and the jewelry even my mothers stupid necklace to save you. But I didn't want to possess you I wanted you to be free and you don't owe my anything." She took a deep breath to continue but a finger on her lips stopped her.
"I get you."
"Really?"
"Really."
The princess exhaled with a sigh. "Good, cause I don't like the thought of you hating me. Makes my stomach go acidy and squeezes my throat tight and there is this bad taste on my tongue. Wanna see?" she stuck her tongue out. "Ith it kreen? Dethinitely tatheths kreen."
Giggling Natasha shook her head but then she cringed and held her stomach with her good arm. "Ouch. Looks like giggling is out of range too."
Concerned Clarissa bent over the blonde. "You should be careful. You have to rest." She took a strand of thick hair between her fingers and twirled it around before she tugged it behind the witch's ear. "I was so afraid to lose you." She whispered as tears dwelled up in her eyes.
Natasha looked to the side and blushed. "I, I'm sorry I'd caused you so much trouble."
"No." The redhead placed her hand under Natasha's chin and guided it till their eyes met again. "You're not trouble."
Natasha shook her head and closed her eyes, blocking the blue from Clarissa's eyes. "I've never been anything but trouble."
"Look at me." The princess ordered. "You're not." She said firmly when their eyes met again. "And you'll never be." Following a sudden urge she bent down to capture the blonde's lips with her own. Natasha's tongue slipped out to moisture her lips in anticipation. But their lips never met as suddenly Clarissa stopped only inches away from her destination. She backed up blushing and lowered her head. There had suddenly been the fear that they couldn't continue where they had stopped. Everything had changed, maybe their relationship too.
Natasha furrowed her brows. "I, I should go." But before she got up the redhead stopped her.
"Please don't go." She pleaded. "It's, I, I don't……" where were her words when she needed them. "I…" She stopped again and took a deep breath, hoping that Natasha would stay long enough for her to get her words out. "I don't know if we can go on from where we stopped."
Natasha's face went pale but she nodded, swallowing her own tears down. "I understand."
"No, you don't. I want to continue I just don't know if you want after what happened."
"B-but I want. Why shouldn't I?"
"Give me a minute and I'm sure I'll come up with a hundred reasons." Clarissa said insecurely.
A seductive smile returned to the blonde's face as her index finger waved Clarissa to come nearer. "Then maybe we shouldn't wait that long."
"Maybe not" Clarissa muttered as she followed the invitation. And this time there wasn't any hesitation as their lips met. First it was a soft careful kiss as Clarissa wasn't sure if she hurt Natasha. She shifted her weight on her left arm and bent down further, her right hand positioned next to the blonde's head. She felt Natasha's hand in her hair, pulling her down closer. A small moan escaped her throat as she felt the fire behind the full lips that captured hers. The taste of the blonde surrounded her senses, diving her deeper into her own desire. But soon lips weren't enough, she wanted to taste more go deeper and when Natasha opened her lips slightly and invited her in she didn't have to ask what to do. Her tongue developed a life of its own as it darted out into the mouth under her. Her tongue was greeted by the blonde's one. First the slowly teased each other. Only their tips met and drew back as they played with each other, both testing how far they could go. Then their tongues circled each other, entwining around each other, the fire inside of them growing with every touch.
Just as Clarissa was about to remove her left hand from its position next to the blonde's head, shifting all her weight on her other arm to trace it down Natasha's body a knock on the door to Nana's room tore them apart.
Clarissa jumped out of the bed and smoothed her dress before she sat down on the chair next to the bed and tried to catch her breath again. Then she straightened herself up and with a last look at the blushing witch called Nana to come in.
The door opened slowly to reveal a wicked smiling nurse. When she saw the two blushing girls and their tousled hair her smile grew knowingly. She stayed at the door blocking the view into her room.
"Looks like our patient feels better." The deepening red at the blonde's face indicated just how good their patient felt right now.
Clarissa cleared her throat. "Her fever's gone." She gazed at her nurse and when their eyes met she felt that the old woman could see right through her camouflage. Ashamed to be caught she lowered her head.
The smile on Nana's face stayed. "Well maybe I have something to make her feel even better. Although I think you did everything to make her feel good." The old woman couldn't resist to add just for her own amusement. Then she opened the door just wide enough to allow a particular black cat to sneak through the gap between her and the door.
"Kitty!" Natasha called in surprise, holding her arms wide open for the cat. It followed her invitation and purred as tender fingers ruffled her skin.
"Where did you find it?" The princess asked surprised and a little ashamed as she had forgotten completely about the cat and her promises.
"We did find each other." Nana looked at the cat, their eyes meeting in understanding.
"Thank you." Natasha only lifted her head shortly to look at the nurse before she returned her attention to the cat. "I thought I'll never see you again. Where have you been?" She addressed the cat which just purred as an answer, rubbing her head against the hand that crawled her.
Clarissa felt a short jolt of jealousy run through her as she watched how lovingly her friend caressed the animal. She shook her head shortly but firmly to drive that ridicules emotion away.
Willow sat up from Tara's lap and searched the room with her eyes. When she didn't find what she was looking for she bent forward, lifted the blanket and looked under the bed. She scooted nearer to the bed's edge and her head vanished under the bed, her left leg wiggling in the air to keep her balance.
"Honey?" Tara asked worried. "What's wrong?"
"Nothing." Muffled voice from under the bed answered her.
"Sweety, please come up." Tara patted the place next to her. "All your blood will rush into your head and don't whine to me at night when your feel all dizzy again." She took her lovers legs and pulled her back.
"To late." She sighed when she saw Willow's already Rubin-red head.
"Where is she?" Willow asked.
"Who?" Tara asked back confused.
"Miss Kitty? I haven't seen her today." Willow tilted her head. "Thinking about it, I haven't seen her for a long time."
Tara frowned. "I haven't seen her too." She cupped Willow's face and brushed a strain of red hair behind her ear. "Don't worry," she kissed her forehead. "I'm sure she's alright and will come back to us." Gently she guided her back into her lap and continued her story.
Nana crossed the room and Clarissa stood up to offer her her chair as she reached the bed to look at her patient. She thanked her silently and sat down. "We haven't been introduced yet. I'm Nana her old, week nurse." Clarissa was about to protest but the nurse stopped her with a dismissively gesture.
"Natasha."
Nana nodded. "So Natasha let's look how you're doing." Then she took Natasha's head carefully into her hands. Lightly touching her thumb examined the bruise and swelling around her eye. The blonde winced but didn't back away even not when Nana lifted her right eyelid to get a better look at the eye.
The nurse nodded satisfied. "The swelling is fading but it will take its time. How's the vision. Blurry?"
"No. It just hurts a little." Natasha answered.
"Good. The fever's down." She checked her forehead before her attention shifted to the broken arm. "This one will take longer." She examined the splints. "You have to be careful not to derange them." Her gaze shifted to the redhead. "Both of you."
Clarissa swallowed but nodded. "Don't want you to get a crooked arm." With the help of the chair's back Nana lifted herself up with a sigh. "some more days in bed and you'll be fine."
"I don't have to rest. I'm fine." Natasha insisted. "I want to be useful."
"I'm sure you feel fine but you stay right there." The nurse said sternly. She bent down to whisper into the blonde's ear. "And the little princess over there would panic if I allowed you to get up this soon. And if you get up against my advice you will have to deal with both of us." She straightened up and stretched her back. "Got me?"
"Yes." Natasha answered meekly.
"Fine." The old woman grinned then she turned serious. "You have to be careful." She addressed the girls. "In this room and outside. This castle has more ears and eyes than you might think and I won't always be able to protect you."
The girls followed Nana's advice. Natasha had stayed in bed for the whole week and Clarissa had enjoyed to fuss over her, playing the overprotective hen. On one occasion even Nana had admonished her that although she never heard of a case of death due to overprotectiveness but that she was sure that she would witness the first case if the princess continued. It had earned her a giggle from Natasha and a furrowed brow from Clarissa who mumbled under her breath
On one occasion even Nana had admonished her that although she had never heard of a case of death due to overprotectiveness before she was sure that she would witness the first one if the princess continued like this. It had earned her a giggle from Natasha and a furrowed brow from Clarissa who mumbled under her breath that they couldn't be careful enough and that taking care of someone was a serious thing she wanted to get right. She never had had the possibility to take care of someone before. She had always been the protected one, mostly not for herself but for her status as a princess.
She wanted desperately to make it right, to make up for everything that Natasha had gone through in her life. Although the blonde hadn't yet talked to her about what exactly her family had been doing to her for all those years but from what she had witnessed with her own eyes she could imagine some of it. She could wait till Natasha was ready to talk about it although sometimes at night when she watched over the blonde's sleep her own mind tricked her, flooding her with its own creation of what they had done to her, how they had tortured her through her whole life. And every time Clarissa had to tell herself that Natasha had survived all this and had become a beautiful woman on the in and on the outside. And that now she was here, next to her, sleeping safe and sound and that it was her responsibility to ensure that it stayed this way.
"No one will ever hurt you again. I take care of this with my life." She whispered into her sleeping lover's ear. The only answer to her promise was a small murmur as Natasha tightened the grip around Clarissa's hand and buried her face deeper into the shoulder she used as pillow.
They still slept in the same bed and Clarissa hoped that this would never change. There had been some discussion in the first place when Natasha offered to sleep on the small hay filled bed that had been arranged in Nana's room. But Clarissa had insisted that she stayed, that the second bed was only there because her second maid officially needed a bed and they couldn't reveal that there was enough room for the new maid in the princess' bed even with the princess in it. Half heartedly she had considered that she could sleep in Nana's room so that the blonde could recover without any disturbance but she had been more than happy when the witch had suggested with a slight stutter that they could sleep together as in next to each other in the same bed.
That was all they had been doing. Sleeping next to each other. There had been kisses, soft and tender kisses and some fierce, hungry kisses, caresses and touches, a soft brush over a bare arm, fingers gliding through soft, silky hair, everything harmless. Clarissa didn't deny that there had been occasions when she wanted to go further, way further but she had always found the willpower to stay strong. First due to Natasha's injuries but they had faded. What hadn't faded was the insecurity of how far the other girl wanted to go. Both hadn't had a relationship before, they had confessed it to each other during one of their long talks and both were nervous how exactly to progress. They would take the slow route, waiting till everything happened naturally, although Clarissa sometimes thought that it all went too slow for her 'nature'. But she was happy. Happy like she had never been before. She savored every single moment she shared with Natasha.
And there weren't enough moments in one day for her to spend them with Natasha. For the first two days Natasha had slept mostly through the days regaining some of her strength and Clarissa had stayed by her side. First on her uncomfortable chair but after a cheerfully accepted invitation in bed with her, the soft, curvy body of the witch pressing against hers. Breathing had became a difficult issue then but after half a day she had been able to draw enough air into her lungs to prevent fainting.
On their first day she had left her alone for only as long as she could run forth and back from her library, bringing some of her books back with her. The ones that had meant the most to her in her life till she had met the shy witch. Of course she hadn't left her on her own, she had made sure that Nana was with Natasha for the short time she had needed to collect her books. Then she had settled back into her place and had opened the first one. But she hadn't been able to read a single word as she found much more pleasure in watching the blonde sleep. She had watched her chest rise and fall with deep breaths. Had touched her golden hair and had traced the lines of her face with her eyes and sometimes her fingers had gently followed the path her eyes had outlined. In spite of what had brought the blonde into her bed it was the luckiest time in her life.
But there had also been dark moments. Every time Natasha had whimpered in her sleep, had winced in pain or when her delicate features had darkened in memory of the past. But even worse had been the times she couldn't be with her. And there had been a lot. Her mother had demanded more of her time, forcing her to listen to her endless ramblings about what a gorgeous man Phillip was even if he wasn't a prince. But in her mother's eyes he had enough riches and properties to compensate for the shortcoming. Clarissa hadn't known till then that her mother was a woman of equality. It had been hard to her to even listen to half of what her mother had said. How could she, when her mind showed her blue eyes that promised love and trust and that peeped at her from under heavy lids, the blue bordered by long, curved lashes. The princess had always seen herself as a woman with willpower strong enough to resist temptations but looking into deep blue eyes she was lost unable to even spell the word resistance.
And her mother hadn't been the only one wasting her time. It wasn't something personal she had against Phillip but he wasted her precious time too. The time she could have spent with someone else talking about her life and dreams instead of listening to his plans and little stories that would have been amusing for everyone except her. She didn't want to hear the newest rumors and gossip, wasn't interested in hunts and horses. She appreciated his tries as he asked her about herself, her interests and if it had not been for a special blonde she might have found him more than nice and might have enjoyed his presence but now this was out of question. She was happy every time he said goodbye and she could return to her room where she didn't have to think about the future he and her mother were planning for her but live in the moment and dream about a future with Natasha by her side.
And then the day came when Nana allowed Natasha to leave the bed and everything changed.
"Can I get up now?" Natasha asked in a tiny voice.
"If you feel fit enough." The blonde nodded enthusiastically at Nana. "But be careful the bones in your arm will need at least two weeks more to heal properly. Don't lift or carry heavy things." A second nod was her answer.
"Are you sure she's strong enough? Maybe a day or two more in bed….." Clarissa asked, her voice carrying concern and disappointment.
"'I'm fine." Natasha reassured the redhead with a smile. "See." She stood up and wiggled with her fingers and toes. Her cat used the opportunity to suck up to her legs, rubbing herself against her skin. The blonde crouched down and scooped the cat up into her arms. "See, Miss Kitty is on my side." She rubbed her cheek against the cat's head, looking coyly at the princess.
But Clarissa still wasn't convinced. "I don't know." She shook her head. "What if you ram your arm into something?"
"I will be careful." Clarissa opened her mouth to interfere but the blonde carried on. "I have to do something. I want to be useful. I can't lie there doing nothing any more."
Natasha's words hurt the redhead. The last week had been far from nothing and useless for her and she had thought that the witch felt the same. But her words indicated the opposite. "Useful." She whispered as she lowered her head. She stayed like this till she felt Natasha's hand under her chin, lifting her face up to look at her. "The last week was very useful for me." Clarissa's lower lip trembled.
A smile and a soft kiss on her cheek was her reward. "Of course it was. It was my best week although I could have done without the beating up to end up here." She tried a joke but the tears in the princess eyes hinted that it wasn't a good joke. She took a deep breath and began again. "I have to do something, I always did something. It gives me the feeling to be useful and needed." Her next words were only a whisper. "I never felt useful."
"But you are. You're essential." Her words were emphasized by her fingers that traced first Natasha's cheeks and then her full lips. Both hadn't realized that Nana had left the room when their small 'dispute' had started. A small cry of surprise escaped Clarissa's mouth as the blonde opened her lips slightly, tasting the fingers with her tongue.
"M-maybe we should stop." The words stumbled out of her mouth incoherently.
Natasha released her valuable prisoners. "But it makes me feel useful." Natasha answered, a smutty smile plastering her features.
"Vixen." Clarissa prepared herself for more to come but suddenly Natasha turned around and headed for the door. "B-but……" Clarissa's hand reached out but she was too late.
On the door the blonde turned around. "See you later. I have to help Nana."
"Wait." The princess called out. "Meet me here later after lunch. I want to show you something."
The witch nodded and vanished.
by mirage » Thu Jan 24, 2002 1:38 pm
The next four hours were pure torture for the princess. For a whole week now she hadn't been separated that long from Natasha and her whole body ached for her. First she paced through her room then she laid down into the bed, hiding her face deep into the pillow the blonde had used. She inhaled deeply, the scent calming her senses for a short time. But soon the scent wasn't enough, she needed the blonde, wanted to burry her face into her hair and not just into her pillow.
Nothing helped, not her books in her library nor the boring lunch with her mother and her staff. Through the whole time she had looked out for Natasha, hoping to spot the blonde somewhere but she had vanished. Clarissa cursed herself that she had never been interested in where the servants worked. A shout or a ring with a bell had always been enough to bring one of them to her but she couldn't do that now.
Finally the lunch was over and Clarissa headed back to her room happy to find Natasha there, already waiting for her.
"You're here." She noticed cheerfully, pulling the other woman into a fierce hug.
"Of course I'm here." Natasha laughed, pulling herself just enough out of the hug to look at the redhead.
Clarissa collected herself and nodded. "Of course. You nodded when I asked you and that should have indicated that you would follow my request. I just wasn't sure and four hours are a long time to think about if you really nodded. Maybe you just shook your head to get rid of an annoying strain and it happened just in the moment I asked you."
"But I'm here."
"Yes, you are." Once again Clarissa found herself lost in blue eyes.
"So what did you want to show me?" Natasha asked.
"Oh, yes." The redhead took Natasha's hand and guided her to her door. "It's in another room."
Her excitement grew as closer they got to their destination. Would Tasha like it? She desperately hoped so. It meant everything to her and she wanted to share it with someone. No not with someone, she wanted to share it with the blonde.
She wasn't bothered if the whole castle saw them as she pulled the witch along with her through the long corridors to her special room. They giggled on their way and Natasha looked more than once over her shoulder to make sure that no one took notice of them.
Finally they had reached their destination. A big wooden door.
"Close your eyes." Clarissa ordered, still heavily breathing from their run.
Natasha obeyed and closed her eyes.
"No cheating." To be on the safe side Clarissa shielded Natasha's eyes in addition with her hand. Only when she was sure that the blonde didn't see a thing she opened the door and lead the other girl in the middle of the room.
"Stay here and don't open your eyes." She whispered softly, her breath causing Natasha's skin to creep with pleasure. She shut the door and leant against the rough wood, watching Natasha from there.
"You can look now." Her voice was filled with excitement.
As Natasha opened her eyes she found herself in the middle of Clarissa's library. The room wasn't big but except for the window the other three walls were covered with shelves from the bottom to the top and every shelve was filled with books, every size and color. The room was filled with the heavy smell of old leather crushing down on her senses. Amazed the blonde reached out to touch the leather clad spines then she turned around to face Clarissa.
"I've never seen that many books in my life." Her eyes sparkled. "It's beautiful."
"One thousand--thirty-two." Clarissa explained proudly as she stepped over to the blonde.
"Have you read them all?" Natasha asked impressed.
"Everyone, except for the cooking books. I've got bored after reading over fifty pages about a monk's rambling over how to make the best beer." She chuckled and Natasha joined in.
Then she covered Natasha's hand that still caressed the spine with hers. "We could learn here together." Her gaze wandered to her studying table at the window. "No one will disturb us. We can stay here all day and we could tell Nana to bring us our lunch. We can continue our studies. And maybe we could do …. Some magic?" She asked with a little cute pout and big puppy eyes.
The blonde watched her, her eyes reflecting her inner fighting emotions. "That sounds great, but I can't stay here the whole day." Natasha's hand left the spine taking Clarissa's into hers.
"Why not?" The redhead asked as her plans crumbled around her.
"I have work. I'm your new maiden, remember?" The witch joked but Clarissa wasn't responsive for any jokes right now. With force she pulled her hand from the caress, leaving an irritated Natasha behind.
"I didn't bring you here to work for me. I could have had a maiden before if I needed one. I brought you here to be with you, to spend time with you. Only you and me." She stated harsh but the tears shimmering eyes betrayed her.
"I want that too. We could meet here after my work's done." Natasha stepped closer but didn't take the redhead's hand again. "I need to be useful."
"I know that." Clarissa snorted back, shocked over her own harsh words but she couldn't take them back.
For a moment her words soot between them, filling the air around them.
"I, I should go." Natasha didn't wait for an answer as she headed for the door and left the room, slamming the door shut behind her.
Clarissa snapped back to reality with the slam, realizing what she just had done. "Tasha." She called out but the blonde was gone.
She had to go after her and apologize for her stupid outbreak. She had her hand on the doorknob about to pull it when she heard two voices from outside. She recognized them immediately. The first one belonged to Tasha and the second, a male one to Phillip. Suddenly she couldn't open the door anymore.
"Damn." She muttered under her breath. Carefully not to attract their attention she opened the door just wide enough for her to peek through. Wordless she thanked god that she had ordered to oil the hinges some weeks ago so that she could sneak in and out without being heard to visit Natasha.
Natasha and the Count faced each other, Phillip holding both of her shoulders like he was to stabilize her while the blonde had lowered her head, looking at her feet.
"I, I'm s-ssorry." She said her stutter back at full force.
"Nothing happened." Phillip assured her being a real gentlemen. 'Although as a gentleman he could let go her arms right now' shot through the jealous part of Clarissa's brain. She had to put all her inner strength together to not storm out there and get her hands on him and his off her Tasha.
But the two went on with their conversation without noticing her and her raving heart.
One of the Count's hand traveled under the blonde's chin lifting it up. He tilted his head to get a better look at the girl that still didn't look him into the eyes. "You shouldn't hide a beautiful face like this one." He showed his white teeth with a big smile and finally broke the body contact.
Natasha only blushed more about his compliment, her eyes shortly gazing up to meet his before she lowered her head again. "Th-thank you." She curtseyed.
"So you're her new maiden." He drew his conclusion.
Natasha only nodded, still looking to the ground.
"Hm, looks like I have to find someone else for my horses but at least you being here, will give me the pleasure to see you more often." He flirted obviously with her.
"I shouldn't bother your time any longer." Natasha curtseyed again. Clarissa noticed that the blonde didn't feel comfortable in her position but that didn't do anything for her jealousness. But right now all she could do was wait and watch. She desperately wanted to talk to Natasha making up for what she had said earlier but she didn't want to meet the Count because that meant she would have to spend more time with him and that was the last thing she needed right now.
Her hand tightened around the door knob to get some of her anger out of her system as she saw the Count taking Natasha's hand into his and kissing it on the back. "You never bother my time." He answered nonchalantly as he hinted a bow and continued his way. Without looking back Natasha took the other direction leaving a very angry Clarissa behind.
"Arghhh. I hate him. Him being with Clarissa is awful enough but him bothering Natasah…… It's just arghhhhhhhhhhh." Willow announced disgusted, closing her fingers around an imaginative neck.
Tara just continued.
The redhead closed the door again and leant against it. She clenched and unclenched her fists. Her day was getting worse and worse and with the Count in the castle it could only get worse. She definitely didn't want to spend her afternoon with him, wasting more time. Now she had to stay the whole afternoon here hiding from him. She paced her small room. Normally she would be glad to be here but right now it was too small for her and her emotions. She had to do something but she was condemned to sit here till it was safe for her to leave her sudden prison.
Clarissa walked over to her table. Maybe she could get her mind off her situation and do some work, writing her diary. A lot had happened the last week and she hadn't been able to write it down. She opened her inkpot and took a new quill out of the drawer. With a small knife she sharpened it till it fulfilled her demands. She looked at the blank parchment before her, her fingers sliding over the rough surface. She closed her eyes concentrating on the feeling under her fingertips. It was her way of meditation. Deeply she breathed in and out, feeling her body relaxing. "Don't think, just write it all down." She admonished herself. The writing would help her focus, would calm the storm inside her. She twirled the quill between her fingers, thinking about the first sentence. The first was always the most difficult, all the others would come on their own.
Then she dipped the feather into the ink and began to write.
She had already filled ten pages with her thoughts when suddenly the door opened. She looked up expecting to see Natasha but it was only the Russian lady-in-waiting.
"Hey. How dare to come in here without my permission." She hissed and pulled her drawer open to hastily put her writings out of view.
But the Russian waved her hand dismissively. "I'm not interested in your scribbling." She said a boredom coloring her voice. "Actually you hum… you country people are all boring."
"Then why don't you leave us alone?" Clarissa asked angry.
The other woman sighed. "You don't know how much I want to but I can't." She got closer, intruding the princess' private space and whispered into her ear. "But I'm bound here to fulfill the queen's wishes." Clarissa backed away in her chair but the lady-in-honor didn't notice. She tilted her head and played with her necklace. "Actually it's only one wish." She nodded. "One simple wish and I'm gone."
Clarissa snorted. "Good luck, my mother never has wishes just orders."
"I've noticed that." The Russian said, her voice sounding frustrated.
"What do you want from me?" The princess asked hatefully. "You should better return to her, maybe she just voices a wish and your not there."
"I'm not interested in you and your little games. If I was, you would have noticed by now. Be sure of that." Her eyes narrowed before her false smile reappeared with a snap. "I'm only here to tell you that your mother asked for you."
Clarissa nodded. "Tell her I'll come in a minute."
The Brunette curtseyed elegantly and was about to leave the room, when Clarissa called her back. "And Anyanka, never come in here without my permission again."
"No!" Willow screamed. "You can't do that, you can't let her ruin the story."
"Baby, she has been in that story for a long time." Tara explained.
"Yeah, but I didn't know it was her. She doesn't belong there. She'll destroy everything." Willow tried to convince her girlfriend.
But Tara just laughed. "Baby it was her in the first place who told me the story."
"Did not." The redhead pouted but Tara ignored her as she continued the story.
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by Lonewolf » Fri Jan 25, 2002 12:49 am
Lonewolf
by mollyig » Fri Jan 25, 2002 4:22 am
Great stuff!
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by Quill » Fri Jan 25, 2002 8:20 am
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"My faith in love is like blood...I spill it freely."
by aladdin » Fri Jan 25, 2002 8:32 am
I really like the update. Just in my little realistic world, I wonder how you are going to get a happy ending out of this. And the end will be happy, right?
by Hanki » Fri Jan 25, 2002 12:51 pm
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Hannah's Home
Help me you bastards, I'm drowning not waving!
by littlekitty » Sat Jan 26, 2002 3:55 pm
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~Spread beneath my Willow tree-You make me complete~
by ShaggyKat » Mon Jan 28, 2002 5:36 pm
I am liking the story. My gf tells me lesbian fairy tales when i am sick too.
by Aria » Mon Jan 28, 2002 6:02 pm
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Piffle
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