Hello Kittens 
I have this bad habits to write many things at once, and you usually never see many works at once, but here, I needed to write something lighter and less angsty than Broken Dolls, and I thought "why not to share it?". So I am sharing it with you. I don't know ho wI will update it, my priority is still the Broken Dolls.
But here it is almost angst free, light, funny, and well, way much easier to read.
Halo, remember this conversation we had not so long after the con? Well you should remember a bit, and here is the fic I imagined...
Title: The Stadium's Goddesses.
Author: Julia DeRoussie
Rating: R to NC 17 overall.
Disclaimers: I don't own anything, well maybe some characters, but that's all, all the others come from Daddy Joss' great imagination (who sometimes doesn't work very well..
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Spoilers: None so much, maybe a slip about the Season 8.. But really, it will be a little one. Not even about Willow. Do'nt worry.
Distribution: Please feel free to ask.
Summary: To raise money for the research against the cancer of the Uterus, female sportives from Sunnydale make a Nude Calendar. High Jump and 100metre hurdles champion Willow Rosenberg and Eventing Champion Tara Maclay meet... I guess it is enough said? Please? I hate to do summaries!
Feedbacks: Oh please, I have discovered myself as a feedback whore.
Note:There is a sort of debate going on in this fic, I do have a very specific opinion, but as I try to make good arguments for both sides, it may not be obvious which one it is. And to hurt nobody's feeling it is better that way.
Note 2:My beta is very busy and so I didn't want to bother her, and so it is not betaed. Thanks for your understanding.
Here we go:
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Tara Maclay felt very out of place as she entered the car park of the Olympic Stadium of Sunnydale. How comes a little town as Sunnydale had an Olympic Stadium and many other Olympic places was beyond her. But she wasn't about to complain. It was a plus for her. Not every horse rider could train on an Olympic field.
Yet she wasn't used to go in this stadium. She felt very nervous. As nervous as the morning of a competition. Not especially an important one, all competitions are importants. And there is no scarier competitions than the first ever.
But this, this was so scary. Why did she agree? Oh right. It was a way to raise funds for research against Cancers. Uterus cancer to be precise. But still... Here she was, having brought her competition material as asked and about to play some model with it... Naked. That was the nervous thing. It was a naked photo shoot.
Tara gulped one last time before exiting her red Mini Cooper. People often were surprised by such a little car... But what were they expecting? She didn't have to take her horse everywhere with her, and so she didn't need a 4 runner every day.
Here we go. Thought Tara, watching the wonder that was this Stadium. She made her way to her truck where she took her saddle and her heavy case with her most beautiful brushes and her helmet.
She then walked to the entrance where a security guard checked for her name and then let her in.
Inside it was as busy as in a Bees colony. Or a Ants Colony? A Colony for sure.
Thankfully, someone went to guide her towards the changing rooms where she was asked to come out wearing only a bathrobe, which was given to her.
After putting down delicately her saddle and case, Tara undressed and put the robe on. She didn't know what to do of her clothes though, and couldn't find a locker available AND closing. She poked her head out of the changing room where the female assistant was waiting for her.
"Huh, Please? Emily? Where can I put my clothes?" Asked Tara blushing slightly.
"Oh sorry, here is your key." Said Emily, blushing too.
Tara took the key and smiled.
It seems I'm not the only one nervous here. I wonder why she is nervous though, she doesn't have to get naked in front of dozens of people.
Once her clothes locked, Tara took her stuff and exited the changing room.
The silence was stretching as they were making their was through the stadium. It was getting uncomfortable but Tara was too shy to break it. So she just tried to clear her throat.
"Sorry I was day dreaming, I'm a bad assistant, I should tell you about your day, it's just I'm so excited, soon Willow Rosenberg will be here! How luck is Helena to be her assistant." Babbled Emily.
Tara's eyebrows shot up. She had now the why of the nervousness, but how to answer to someone who just told you she'd rather be the assistant of someone who you didn't know about?
"Huh, I'm going to sound like a moron, but who is Willow Rosenberg?" asked Tara.
"What? You don't know Willow Rosenberg? You're kidding right? Oh no you're not kidding, huh sorry. She is an athlete very famous through the world. She jumps so high! But we were attributed persons we didn't know. So huh, sorry I hope I didn't hurt you? I am not interested at all in horse sports and Helena is interested only in basketball and soccer, that's why she got Willow." Explained Emily, her enthusiasm becoming disappointment in the end.
"No it's alright. And no I don't know Willow Rosenberg, I love many sports though, it's just the five last years have been very busy for me. Didn't get so much time to watch other sports. Or anything. Ask me about the last movie I saw, I fear it was Sea Biscuit, and because I was watching the kids from my horse club. Anyway, what is my planning today?" Answered Tara.
"Huh, we will start by the make up of course, then you'll meet the photographer, you will do a first shooting today, here. Then you will have a break of about two hours, then make up once again, and then a photo shoot with all the athletes. It is the only day everybody is here at the same time. A dozen of naked hot chicks together, believe me this calendar will be sold out in less than two weeks." Then noticing what she had just say, Emily blushed three shades of red, while Tara laughed out loud.
"And here I was nervous about being naked in front of a dozen of persons, now it is twice more, and I also have to think about all those 14 year old boys in the club who are going to put the calendar in the lockers' room and in the club house. Dear!" Chuckled again Tara. she had not thought about the teenage boy in her club yet, but seeing as how much she received compliments from them already, she was sure she would have at least twice more gifts... Which means she would have to buy any oil for her material for at least a year. Hopefully she would not have 20 pounds of carrots. As much as she loves veggies, the carrots are for her horse and he doesn't eat that much of carrots. Wouldn't be too good for him anyway. And there was no way she was starting to eat carrots at every meal of the day, every day.
Then a thought stuck Tara.
"Wait, a shot with every athlete? Like naked with every athlete?" Asked a pale looking Tara.
"Well yes, like in the showers..." Answered Emily.
"oh... ok..." answered Tara, seeming far away, lost in her thoughts.
***
A navy blue PT Cruiser entered the car park really fast. It parked on several parking places. As soon as the engine was off, one of the passenger got out and went to throw up. The driver exited, following worriedly her vomiting friend.
"Willow? Are you ok? It wasn't that bad! Come on get out of this bush! Willow!" She complained.
"You! You Buffy Anne Summers! You will never ever again allowed to drive my car. It was a stupid bet, I have lost it, fine, but I will never ever put my life, and my car's life in your hands ever again, don't look at me that way! Not only are we almost an hour late, but I also almost died 3 fucking times!" Said an angry red haired Willow Rosenberg, her face as red as her hair.
She started to make her way to the Stadium entrance, not running but not slowly either. Buffy jogged to catch her.
"Oh come on I am not that bad a driver! what if your life was in danger and there was only me to drive your car and save you?" asked the petite blonde, a bit hurt by her friend, but also very amused by the whole situation.
"Then I'll die." Said Willow, her ton implying the end of the conversation. She was truly mad. If there was one thing Willow Rosenberg hated was to be late. Thankfully her and Buffy were participating to this calendar thing for 3 years now, and so they knew what to do and wouldn't loose as much time as they did the first time. Still... An hour late was way to much for someone who was sick when she was 5 minutes late.
They made they were inside towards the changing room while their assistants gave them keys and programs. Willow had no idea who those new assistants were, it seemed it changed every year. Always young athletes who didn't know her. Which was good, she loved her fans but sometimes it was weird when naked.
Then, Buffy asked an interesting question, and for once Willow was glad she did.
"So, who's here this year? Beside us of course." Asked the petite blonde, to Helena and Louisa.
"Faith Lehane and Kendra Richardson" Chirped Helena a bit too enthusiastically.
"Indeed, as last year there are the both of you, Faith Lehane, Kendra Richardson, Lena Strauss, Mary Roselynn, Carmen Cruz and Daniela Boon. Four new ladies, Rebecca Lawson, Karen Mulder, Sandy Kim and Tara Maclay." Said calmly Louisa, but ending with a giant smile.
"Oh I know Rebecca Lawson, we have run into each other during some competitions... She is great at 100 metres hurdles." Said Willow, trying to see if she knew any from the new ones beside Rebecca.
"I wonder which color are Daniela's hair this year..." said Buffy.
"Thank you girls, we'll be right back". Said Willow as Buffy and her entered the changing room.
***
Tara Maclay exited the Make Up loge totally relaxed.
"You seem less anxious than earlier Miss Maclay." Said Emily.
"To spend 20 minutes being massaged while the make up guy put oil on me tens to do that. Well there will still had some more to put just before the shoot, but really, this guy has magic fingers. And please call me Tara" Said Tara, unnoticing Emily's blush.
They both made their way toward the shooting spot, Emily carrying most of Tara's stuff so as to not undo too much of the make up.
"Can I ask you what is your sport is? I mean I know you ride a horse and that's about all I know... So I wondered?" Asked shyly Emily.
"Oh sure, plus it seems the previous shooting isn't done yet." Said Tara pointing to the other woman being shoot by flashes over and over.
"So my sport is Eventing, which is actually three disciplines. Dressage, Cross-Country and Show-Jumping. I usually do the 3DE format, which is Three Days Event. The one day is very tiring, and my horse is still young, he gets bored pretty easily." Said Tara, trying to let her explanation free of jargon.
"You have your own horse then?" Asked curiously Emily.
"Yes, Well we're a team for 3 years now and I'm going out on competition with him for a bit less than 2 years; Before that i used to ride essentially two horses in my club. But when I went to train for a year in Europe, I fell in love with this wonderful horse. His name is Miracle, and he wears it very well if you ask me." Smiled Tara, always proud to talk about her Miracle.
I'll see him tomorrow I guess for the photo shoot in the castle... oh that's our turn, lady please take off this!" grinned Emily, feeling more comfortable around Tara.
Tara felt nervous once again as the photographer presented himself and the staff started to lay about her stuff.
Once explained what the photographer wanted, Tara took off her bathrobe, took her saddle, and posed as asked, changing every now and then regarding the artist's directions.
Twenty minutes later Tara was allowed to put back on her bathrobe, which was good because she was starting o freeze so much she was afraid her nipples would fall off.
As she was taking her saddle back, Tara noticed the following athlete getting ready. It was a gorgeous redhead, and...
Oh she took off her bathrobe! Thought Tara, having some difficulties to take her eyes away. Emily's gasp of pleasure helped her though. She turned toward the young woman and raised her eyebrows.
Emily dragged her in a corner, where she whispered, "It's Willow Rosenberg!"
***
Willow was once again mad at Buffy. Because she had been one hour late, she hadn't been able to get to watch the persons before her, and arriving here to see a Greek Goddess totally naked with a saddle hiding her backside and her lower belly, she regretted to not have been able to see more. Especially since the Goddess put her bathrobe on.
Louisa beside her whispered.
"It's Tara Maclay, it's nice to have riders as good looking as her. Makes the sport more enjoyable, not for me 'cause I'm not gay, but my brother stopped to tease me when we saw her last performance... When he'll see the calendar he will even try to learn to ride!"
Willow could only nod. She wasn't going to argue that riding a horse wasn't a sport, and she wasn't going to argue that horses were evil beasties, and that such a goddess should stay far away from them. Then it was her turn and she took off her bathrobe. She went on professional mode and tried to ignore the beautiful blonde watching her form a corner.
***
"Ok Ladies, we are all tired and we all want to go back home, take a hot shower and just be lazy... So lets just take some shoots of you all together and we will be done!!" Said enthusiastically the photographer.
At almost 8:00 pm, after having spent more than ten hours in a bathrobe in this cold stadium, most of the women were ready to go home indeed. Especially when almost 7 hours of this time were spent waiting. All women did exactly as they were told, making the shooting go pretty fast.
Only half an hour later, the photographer said he was done.
"Thank you ladies, see you tomorrow for some, next year for others, or sometimes when life would make our paths meet again for the others!"
Putting back on their bathrobes, all were talking. Willow noticed that the blonde was talking to no one but searching for something.
She decided to go and talk to the beautiful blonde.
"Huh, Hello?" said shyly the red haired woman.
Tara's head shot up at the sound of someone speaking. A childlike voice, yet with some notes of womanhood. It was a very original and nice voice.
"H-hi" smiled Tara.
Willow was speechless, not only did this woman looked gorgeous, but her voice, in this very short syllable, sounded like angels. Shaking her head she managed somewhat to find words.
"Hi".
Ok, so this is not so much words as a repetition, are you trying to imitate Spooky the great our mascot? Thought Willow. "I mean Hello. i mean huh, my name is Willow Rosenberg, I haven't had the pleasure to be introduced by you." babbled Willow. Then her eyebrows shot up to her roots hearing herself. "To you! I meant to you! Of course! errr... Not so much for an introduction. Lets start again ok?" Said Willow to a very amused and blushing Tara.
"Ok so Hello, My name is Willow Rosenberg, I am here because I'm an athlete, I would say talented even, but as you can see my true identity is Spaz. That's what I'm champion of, and you are?" Said Willow in one breath.
Tara couldn't help but smile. She found this amusing, and cute and adorable.
"Hi". Smiled goofily Tara.
See that's exactly what to not do, talk stupid you.
"I mean, nice to meet you, my name is Tara Maclay, known as a professional rider, very good at eventing I heard, but in reality just a goof." Said Tara, still smiling, but blushing a bit.
"Really nice to meet you Tara. May I call you Tara? I mean I've seen you naked, it brings some kind of unsaid right to call ourselves by our first names right? But then again almost 30 persons have seen me naked today, and over the last three years thousands of people, maybe more, have seen me naked and I am not expecting every unknown person to come to me calling me Willow, it would be rude, so maybe I should call you Miss Maclay? I am sorry I'm babbling, I tend to do that sometimes, it is not on purpose on something, it is just I go on and on and on and we haven't yet found a way to stop me, and right now I'm trying, don't worry it will stop very soon. Sorry."
Tara could only chuckled and smiled at the adorableness that was Willow Rosenberg.
"That's ok, I do that often too." Said Tara.
"Really?" asked a surprised Willow.
"Well it kind of stay in my head, but sometimes I go on and on and on, and five minutes later I still haven't answered and people get worried. I understand. Your mouth really work fast doesn't it?"
"I guess. That's nice to know that even if it stays unspoken, I'm not the only one. What do you say we go get clothes on? I am very cold" said Willow.
"Sure, lets go".
***
The empty changing room in which Tara undressed earlier was now full of a dozens of women chatting amiably, all almost naked, some showering, others just changing.
Tara went directly to her locker, retrieving her clothes. Thankfully, after the first shoot, Emily and her put her saddle and case back in her truck. It would have been awkward in front of all these women. Tara knew that many athletes thought of eventing as a non sport. She was pretty sure at least two persons here thought the same. It was statistic. People tend to think that the horse is the only one tiring itself, and that the rider could be anybody. Most of people thinking this had not even ever tried to just ride. And others had done only that. Willow's soft voice interrupted her thoughts.
"You're not showering?" she asked.
"Huh no, I am not done yet, I still have to do some work to do so it would be pointless." Answered Tara, still smiling. It seemed to Willow this woman was always smiling. It was nice.
"Oh ok, you train this late? I know Buffy prefers to train at night, are you a nocturne person as well?" Asked curiously Willow.
"Huh? Oh no, it's just I have been stuck here all day and so nobody walked Miracle, and it is not good for his mood to stay in the stables all day long without at least a good walk. And I also need to check that everything is ok for his transport tomorrow to the castle, for the other shoot?" Said Tara, not yet understanding while willow has suddenly become so pale. It was really weird on a redhead to be paler than usual.
Behind her a brunette laughed.
"Is Miracle a horse?" Tara nodded the affirmative.
"Awww poor Willow will be close to a big horsie! Don't run Willow, you're fast but I'm sure it's faster!!!" Laughed the brunette at the ever blanching Willow.
Tara frowned at the brunette, not understanding where the fun was. Many people were very afraid of horses, especially hers. He was big indeed.
"Don't worry he is very nice and will be very tied up except when with me, and I don't think they have planned any shooting with the both of us together" said Tara, trying to reassure the redhead, who smiled a bit, even though it wasn't one of the genuine smiles she has greeted the blonde for the past fifteen minutes.
Another woman talked to Tara.
"I've seen pictures of you and your horse, he's big, how tall is he? 16 hands? He's very a beautiful model." said the weird haired woman. There were many colors in this hair and Tara was unable to say which one over come the others.
"Thank you, he's 16.9 hands tall and weights about 1200 pounds. But he's a big baby." smiled Tara, always happy to talk about her wonderful friend.
Saying this she was almost fully clothed, so she said her goodbyes, and exited the room, going on the parking. A bit saddened by Willow's silence, and fear of horses. Not really knowing why.
You doofus, you do know why, she's cute and you'd love to see her riding a horse in tight pants. You perv. You just saw her naked, but you prefer imagining her in tight pants? What's your problem? Her thoughts were once again interrupted by Willow's voice.
"Wait! Tara Wait!!" Willow was running behind her, still wearing only her bathrobe. "You forgot your bathrobe, they won't give you another tomorrow, I did the mistake the first year and it was kind of very awkward." She said blushing.
Tara smiled once again. She was touched by this.
"Thank you Willow. That's very nice of you. I suppose I won't see you tomorrow though?" Asked Tara, disappointment filling her voice on the last question.
"Why? Yes I do the shoot tomorrow so you will see me!" Said Willow, confused.
"I will be almost 99% of the time with Miracle. And it seems you have horse fear, like many people don't worry, so..." explained Tara.
"Oh". Willow's mouth formed a perfect O. "I hope I will be able to see you though, maybe I'll even go a bit close to your horse... a dozen of feet... He will be tied to something heavy right?"
Tara smiled. She couldn't help. It was the only thing she could do. Here was a stranger who was very cute, who she was going to see the net day to a photo shooting, with horse fear, who was still willing to come to about a dozen of feet to see her. It would seem ridiculous to many people, but having a phobia herself, Tara understood very well that it was already a lot.
"I can't promise anything because I have no idea what they have planned for me and Miracle, but I will try to find you. If I can't well you will be unable to miss me, I will be close to the purple truck with written in cursive letters "Miracle du Gay" with a rainbow. If you miss this truck, you will need glasses I tell you!" chuckled Tara. Willow chuckled along.
""Miracle du Gay"? Is it his name? Weird!" chuckled Willow. "Does it mean you're gay?" she blurted out.
Now Tara laughed even more. "Yes his name is totally going along with me! I have no idea why he is Du Gay. He's french, who tries to understand French people anymore?"
Tara then turned to her truck, opened it and put her bathrobe with her other stuff.
"Well then, I really should go if I want some hours of sleep tonight. So, I say see you tomorrow Willow?"
Willow smiled and nodded. "Tomorrow it is. The big purple gay truck. Rainbowed. With a big horsie."
Tara nodded and made her way to her door. As she was getting in her car, she heard Willow say "nice car". Then she was gone back to the changing room she guessed.
And Tara made her way to the Horse Club of Sunnydale. She had lots of thing to tell to her baby.
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I will check bad tomorrow for mispelling... Right now I can't see anything anymore but am sure there are still plenty.
Thanks for reading,
Julia
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. They are my favorite.
I see that you have opted to go the immediate attraction route which is obviously the only realistic route here do to the fact that they're two very hot sexy 
hot 
growl chicks running around and as soon as they see the glorious ,sparkling ,heartstopping, double drool 
Not yet 
? Damn . 
..To bad.I must wait then I guess... 
Wooo-Hooo. Way to go JuJu with the NC-17 rating.
I swear the part were Buffy drove Willow had me dying with laughter. 
I mean , just look at it? Its perfect.It should be like the training piece on the art of feedback cause you know. 
..it is soooo.I haven't words.I had not yet lived till the day I read your feedback. 
I mean it is for a good cause so…. 
Oh and don't forget that flashback!
