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Title: Processing – Picking Out Pussy
Author: Katharyn Rosser (from an idea by NeverChosen)
Feedback: Constructive criticism is always welcome. Flames just demonstrate you have a tiny mind.
Spoiler Warning: Probably none, and why the hell do we need to worry about this years after the show went off the air? Suffice it to say nothing bad ever happened to our girls.
Distribution This story was written for Pens. Pens is its home. No archiving off Different Coloured Pens (This applies to all my W&T fic)
Summary: Tara and Willow go to pick out a new member of their family. In the days after NMR.
Disclaimer: I don’t own any of the copyrights or anything else associated with BTVS. All rights lie with the production company, writers etc, etc. I am making zilch from this series of stories. You know the drill.
Rating: No! It’s a MKF origin story. Stop being filthy minded. Okay, a little caution, nothing too explicit.
Couples: Tara and Willow forever. I doubt I’ll even mention anyone else.
Notes: This is what happens if you a) feedback and b) provide the writer with ideas… they get turned into a reality. Hope it’s up to spec. This part may well mean this starts to jump in time a little. Obviously this is post NMR which means I skipped a lot… I may go back into those gaps. But meh, do you care?
Thanks To: Louise for everything. NeverChosen for putting the idea out there.
Processing
Picking Out Pussy
By
Katharyn Rosser
(From an idea by NeverChosen)
“Taarah, come on!”
Willow was – to put it mildly – impatient. In retrospect the mistake had been waking up this morning and not putting over clearly enough just how much she wanted to lay here and be with her girl.
Though it should’ve been obvious. While everything was still shiny and new enough for this to be one of the first Friday nights Willow had stayed over – without any other problems getting in the way - by now this girl should’ve recognised the signs of perfect contentment and just gone with it.
But hey, if she didn’t, then Tara would just have to show her a little understanding, a little patience and make sure Willow came to recognise when she wanted to snuggle in the future.
And more than snuggle.
Tara was in no way ashamed of feeling so blatantly sexual towards her girl. In fact she was proud of it. They’d come through difficult times already. Willow had chosen her over anyone else, even after just a few weeks of knowing each other. And there’d been no holding back after that. No more desire to re-write how quickly they’d fallen into sex as well as love and desire.
Sex. Desire for someone who was… right here now. It was something that had always been out there for Tara, she’d been very aware that it happened. But so far off and slightly unreal because of that distance. Now though… it was now very firmly a part of her life.
Their lives.
Their life together.
She pulled the selected top over her head, smoothed it down and then tucked that errant strand of hair back into place in it’s band but before she could finish up Willow was by her side.
“I love you,” Willow said. The impatience was given away not by the words, but rather by how she bounced from one foot to the other.
Tara rolled her eyes, crossed her arms and refused to move.
“Well,” Willow added, “I do.”
“I know you do, sweetie, but saying it now isn’t going to make me move any faster.”
They’d only had a few weeks together so far – and not even half the nights where Willow had stayed over – but already Tara was aware of the irony. Usually she was the one who was up and about, tidying up and fixing coffee. Running down to the little store on campus to pick up something for breakfast. The one who was chiding Willow for her tardiness.
Though to be fair – as Willow had often pointed out – she’d never had to be chided, especially for class, until they’d met and she’d found something better to do with her mornings.
There was no doubt in Tara’s mind that Willow did love her. Even so soon in their relationship. She’d pretty much known it the first morning after they’d been chased into the laundry room. When what could’ve been awkward or downright disastrous turned into ‘I want to know you, I want to be with you.’
And when Willow had been offered a choice and had picked her… Tara had never doubted the love, not through that whole thing, but she had wondered if love was enough.
It was only her love for Willow that’d allowed her to say she’d stand aside for what this girl wanted. And it’d only been her self-doubt, never doubt of Willow, that’d made her believe she wouldn’t be the one to be chosen.
Now though… it was all different. Willow choosing to be with her had given her a new confidence. A new belief in herself. And she enjoyed that sensation. Okay, she was never going to be Miss Gregarious, the life and soul… but Willow completed her. They’d said that weeks ago, and it was true. Together they were greater than the sum of their parts.
And today they were looking to add a new part…
Almost as treasured as the love was the fact that Willow plainly desired her. The gloves had come off once Willow arrived with that candle. No more holding back. No more regrets that they’d gone so far so fast. They often shared a bed; they shared their bodies too. And they shared their hearts.
But even before they’d given up on the second base rule – while she’d been staying over - Willow loved to watch her come back from the shower and get dressed.
Even more than that Willow loved to watch her in the shower – and Tara could see the attractions – but until they could have a little privacy… No.
She felt desired and that was remarkable. Love, of a different kind, she’d known her whole life. Mom, of course, but Daddy too… in a different, very paternal way. Not surprising given what he knew would happen to her. She was lucky he even cared. But yeah… This love between she and Willow was different, of course, but also kind of the same. They were the most important people for each other. More important even than self.
Now that was love.
To be desired though… It was something she’d never felt.
And this morning something she wasn’t particularly aware of. Willow… Willow coveted something else right now. Something she’d promised they’d do and now she was being hurried along. For all that the place didn’t open till nine anyway and it was what, quarter after seven?
All that snuggling time down the drain. And she wasn’t totally sure that Willow realised just what they were taking on. Oh, she was all about the responsibility but that wasn’t the half of it.
It was going to be demanding, interfering and… adorable.
The more she thought about it the more she thought maybe they should call the kitten, ‘Willow 2’?
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“Tara, you can’t ask me to do this.”
“You have to, baby.”
Talking about being daunted. This was what Tara was here for, to be the ‘grown up’ in this situation and make the tough choices. Hadn’t she done enough by bringing them down here? She thought so.
“Maybe… maybe, we could take more than one?” Willow suggested. That’d help. That’d help everyone. It’d help the pound. It’d help the kittens and it’d help her. She’d have to make one less choice.
It wasn’t exactly that she couldn’t pick out a kitten. More that she couldn’t turn down all the rest of them. They had the whole big eye thing going on for them – which was just fatal for her decision making process and – and they were fluffy and cute and adorable and… There was just no way. The scoring matrix she’d typed up, printed and brought down here had gone in the trash as soon as they’d come into this room.
There was no way.
“Uhuh. Not happening. Not when they’d both have to stay with me.”
“It’d be cruel to separate them,” Willow pointed out. “Who would they play with when we’re at class?”
“One cat can be sneaky,” Tara said. “Two cats? That’s just throwing sneaky out of the window and watching it splatter into - ”
“Cat food?”
“Thanks, watching it splatter into cat food when it hit the ground.” There were rules – Willow understood that - and though Tara said she was appreciating this whole rebellious streak Willow swore hadn’t been there before they met, it was rebellion on the QT. Just the way that she liked it. Flying under the radar. Sometimes so only she knew about it.
And this time it was where Tara was the one taking the risk. If the kitty was found in her room then they’d make her get rid of it, and who wanted that?
But ‘splattered into cat food’? “I never knew you could be so… graphic,” Willow said, surprised at her choice off words.
“Sometimes I can even be gross. Wait, you know what I mean.”
“I get it. But I can’t pick just one. Look at their little faces. They’re all so cute,” Willow said. “Except that one.”
Tara went to the cage she was indicating. “Ohhh, don’t be awful. She’s cute too. She just got her dinner all over her face.”
“Cats are supposed to be fastidious, clean themselves,” Willow pointed out. “That’s where the hairballs come from.”
“You know about the hairballs?” Tara checked.
Cats had been part of Tara’s life at home – and kittens when they bred and then were given away. She’d been disabusing Willow of all sorts of ideas. But never setting her straight, because straight was something they didn’t do. It still gave her a tiny thrill to say – just to herself – I’m a lesbian. It was one of the first deep-rooted certainties she’d known about herself and had only taken eighteen years to discover. “I know, I’m the research gal. I go into these things with my eyes wide open.”
“As opposed to wide shut.”
“Yeah.”
“You want her,” Willow concluded. “Don’t you?”
“Look! She’s cleaning herself.”
That, at least, was a good sign. It was true, the black kitten with the white socks and stripe down her belly was making a good job of impersonating a cat of more distinction and tidying herself up after whatever the accident had been.
“It is cute, but…”
“But?”
“Do we want a kitty that gets herself in a mess? It is a she isn’t it?” She had her suspicions given the food that’d been all over it’s face. That seemed more like a guy thing.
“Yes! She’s a she. And she probably just had an accident.”
Willow hesitated. That wasn’t the way it was supposed to work. “She’s a cat, aren’t they supposed to be all sure footed and stuff?”
“How old were you when you stopped falling down?” Tara demanded.
Uh-oh. She aroused the tiger within her girlfriend by picking on the poor little kitten. “Umm.”
“And I’m still cleaning up after you too,” Tara joked.
“Okay – that was just because I didn’t know where you kept the clothes,” Willow argued. Couldn’t she just stop apologising for that? And how had she ended up on the defensive?
“All her brothers and sisters have already gone – she has no mommy. How can you think about leaving her here?” Tara asked.
“I don’t know, she just strikes me as kind of a spaz,” Willow said.
“Umm, hello? Wh-What do you think we are?”
There was that. Did they need a perfect little feline princess? All demanding and offended when they... did things that didn’t involve her? “Plus…” she said slowly, knowing she was committing herself to complicity in Tara looking after this particular bundle of fur. “Black. Mostly.” That was a white spot behind her nose too, and that was kind of cute.
“I know.”
“Totally traditional when it comes to your familiar.”
“Willow, we can’t use her as a familiar,” Tara said.
“Not like use-use. I mean, I wouldn’t want PETA on our case or anything, but you know for two witches – the only two real witches we know that aren’t statues or umm rats – not to have a familiar, don’t you think that’s kind of pathetic?”
“N-Not really, I mean we don’t need one so… no.”
“We’ve been doing spells,” Willow argued. “Who knows where we’ll go in the future.”
“Not there.”
Okay… Tara had evidently made that decision for them.
“Okay.”
“D-do you even know what a familiar – ooooh, look at her now. That’s sooo cute – do you even know what a familiar does?”
Willow had to admit that she was a little hazier than she’d like on that. Unlike science magic had no textbooks that told you the why as well as the how. And sometimes not even the how. It offended her nature, but on the other hand it worked so – since it was magic – sometime you just had to sit and believe.
Besides, she was pretty much convinced that when they were doing spells together and they got kind of… well, they were a turn on, she was privately sure that they were acting as each other’s familiar right then. How else was it no one else mentioned what happened when you did magic? Answer – it didn’t! Back when her Mom had tried to burn her at the stake, okay the magic hadn’t been that involved but she’d never felt a twinge of horniness. With Tara… Goddess be praised… she came. They both came. And it’d happened more than once.
And yes, what the kitten was doing was cute. Seemingly satisfied with a brief wash – which had successfully gotten all the food from her face – she’d sat up and was mewling at them through the glass and then rubbing against it. When Willow touched the window, the kitten dragged her whole body along it from tip of the ear to tip of the tail. And then again, the other way.
Then she looked absolutely disgusted that the glass was there and blocking her from what she wanted to be doing. Batted it with her head as a test and then mewled again.
It was a plea for a world where there weren’t glass walls you could see through, hear through but couldn’t get through.
Sounded kinda familiar as a metaphor.
“I don’t think I care what a familiar does,” Willow said. “You’re right – she won’t be one. She’s too smart for that. But she’s still a bit of a spaz.”
“Super-cute, smart and a spaz?” Tara asked. “Sounds like someone I know.”
“Is she cuter than me?” Willow asked, rubbing up against Tara’s shoulder in imitation of the kitten they’d obviously chosen. Meanwhile kitty in question watched them curiously. She seemed to know what was going to happen as well.
“You’re super-cute in a different way,” Tara told her.
“And less fluffy,” Willow said as they went to look for someone who could help them take the kitty away from here.
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They’d filled the day since picking out Miss Kitty – and naming her – with the perfect activity for a trio of cute girls. Shopping. The pet superstore was full of all sorts of things that cats really didn’t need but their humans really loved to give them.
Willow – seeing the bounty on offer – had been like a kid in a candy store. And not limited herself to the kitty section either. Miss Kitty had nearly ended up with a bed covered in bones and more appropriately for a Great Dane. Since this had to fit into her dorm room and not be noticed in any random inspections Tara had been forced to restrain her girl’s enthusiasm.
Back home their cats had never really had anything like this. If they wanted to sleep there was always a soft or warm place around somewhere. If they wanted to scratch then there were trees. If they wanted to pee or the other thing then they were already living outside and in the barn so…
But a house – or dorm – kitty needed a few things. They’d come back with litter and a tray, bowls, kitten food, a scratching post, bed, blanket and a few small toys. Small enough that the ball was well able to get underfoot and cause an accident. She’d already stood on it twice as Willow played with their new ‘sister.’
Oh, and there was a toy mouse Willow had barely stopped squeaking since getting it out of the box.
The only other thing she’d invested in had equally fascinated Willow.
“Drugs?”
“Yup,” Tara had explained. “It doesn’t work for every kitty and only for a few minutes every hour or so but… yeah. They love it. We should probably wait until she’s a little bigger or I’d feel bad.” Also she’d read that very young kittens weren’t as susceptible to it anyway.
“Why?”
“You want to turn her into a nip baby?”
“Noooo,” Willow had agreed. But there was another addiction forming regardless. Willow to Miss Kitty and Miss Kitty to Willow. They both had a youthful exuberance to them when it came to each other and Tara, for her part, adored watching them.
By the end of the day both of them had been exhausted and Tara supposed this was how Miss Kitty would learn the value of ignoring the humans and taking naps.
Leaving her in her new bed – sans bones – they’d prepared for their own by taking advantage of the hour to enjoy a shower at the same time. Not that they’d done anything, at least not much, for fear of discovery but one day, when they were somewhere with a private – lockable – bathroom, it was a pleasure Tara knew that they wouldn’t be able to help indulging in.
Coming back to the room, they’d been all refreshed and somewhat… Well, ‘horny’ was a word she’d never used in her life but it was how Willow had left her feeling. By then the sleeping Miss Kitty had been lying on her back, making little noises with her tiny feet kicking in the air as she dreamed of something…
Even the cuteness of that hadn’t slowed their progress towards the bed by too long. Partly, Tara could admit, because it dominated the room. How she’d ended up with a double room with one large bed – when she’d had no one to share it with – mystified her. But perhaps it was vaguely karmic. Good deeds in her past had seen her equipped to have a girl friend.
Partly equipped… there were things that’d been mentioned she didn’t have but could be… interesting.
The other reason they made their way to the bed was the whole horny thing.
It was a bed that’d quickly come to mean way more than the laundry room floor for all sorts of reasons.
“What are you thinking?” Willow asked her now though, somewhat muffled. “You were somewhere else for a while then.”
“No,” Tara disagreed. “I was right here. Every moment. I was just thinking about our day.”
“So you were somewhen else.”
“It was still all about us.”
“Not even a little bit about her?” Willow asked she lifted her head from under the covers where she’d been working some more magic.
“Her?”
“The other girl in our lives.”
“Ah, her…”
“Yeah,” Willow said, snuggling up. “So, were you?”
“Yeah. I guess.”
“Wasn’t I good?” Just with a hint of nervousness. Willow so wanted to be good, every time, all the time. At everything she did. Even – especially – this. It was just her natural state of being.
Tara felt that it was worth teasing her though, just a little. “Couldn’t you tell? Do I need to be louder for you?”
“I could tell,” Willow said. “We’ve come that far together, I could definitely tell. I was just afraid you were thinking of her when you called my name.”
“When I call your name,” Tara said, kissing Willow’s throat between the words, there’s only one person on my mind. One love in my heart. One tongue in my…” No, that thought was best left unsaid.
“Keep kissing me like that and I might have to…”
“Do what you like,” Tara said, deciding that the night was far from over.
She kissed her way down Willow’s chest, to the tips of her breasts and lingered there, enjoying them with both lips and hands.
By the time she was straddling Willow, slowly and languorously rubbing together, both of them were more than ready for the next step and – perhaps because of her earlier admission – Willow made a seemingly unconnected point. “You don’t lose your words when we’re together like this.”
Tara hadn’t noticed. She didn’t care either; for all that she wasn’t surprised. “Shut up.”
She offered the tip of her finger to Willow and her lover dutifully sucked it into her mouth, allowing Tara to use the wetness to anoint the stiff nipples once again. Then she offered them a second time… This time she trailed lower down Willow’s body, her intention plain. Once more… When Willow released this time there was no stopping her. Her hand went back between Willow’s legs, touching in a way that was already making Willow gasp and hadn’t really gone anywhere.
Tara was looking into her girl’s eyes as she prepared to love her this way and thus she missed the intention of a small bundle of fur who launched herself from the bedside cabinet she’d somehow got up onto and right into Willow’s chest.
Willow jerked in reaction and Tara found she was – unexpectedly – ‘loving’ Willow while Miss Kitty looked up at her, tilting her head to one side and mewling inquisitively.
What are you doing. The question was obvious.
“Get used to it, kitty,” Tara said.
But the moment was gone and they gave up on it before Miss Kitty. Tara didn’t have the heart to throw her down off the bed and there was no continuing while those big eyes were fixed on her, watching her every move. And when Miss Kitty moved to stand on Willow’s breast and threatened to try her claws… that was a feline moment too far.
“Felis interruptis” she hissed as she rolled off Willow onto her back and Miss Kitty immediately lost interest and jumped down.
Willow just sighed. Lucky escape.
As she said later, explaining to Buffy why she had claw marks all over her breast might’ve been tricky.
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“You know,” Willow said. “I’m kinda impressed that we got through an entire day and night without making one, solitary pussy joke. Didn’t we Miss Kitty Fantastico? Yes, we did! Do you think we should?”
Tara considered that. She wasn’t that great at situational comedy. The funny lines only came to her after the moment had long since passed. “I think we could.”
They sat there a few minutes, watching the antics of the improbably named kitten they’d brought into their lives. Somehow anything she could say seemed like it would only cheapen the moment. She looked to Willow, hoping her girlfriend would manage to come up with something.
Willow just shrugged.
“We suck.”
“Picking out a pussy,” Willow suggested… “Licked out a… Nah, that’s pretty lame.”
“It’s not b-bad,” Tara said, full of encouragement. “Just… kinda obvious. There is the whole thing about hair balls…” Tara hesitated. “You know, too much licking - ” She shook her head.
They looked at each other, both shuddered and Willow wondered if that was the greatest single advert for waxing or shaving she’d ever thought of, no matter how unrealistic the scenario. Eeesh. Lucky that the lesbian demographic really didn’t factor into those companies advertising strategies and a campaign like that wouldn’t do them any favours anyway.
Okay, she was prepared to admit she was over-thinking the gross-out humour now.
“Never mind. Pussy jokes really not required,” she said firmly.
“Right on,” Tara agreed.
“You should be ashamed of yourself though,” Willow pointed out.
“I am. But you know, it was y-you who mentioned licking.”
“Yeah, licking. I mean – I may be new to this but it’s fairly fundamental when it comes to pussy.” Tara couldn’t disagree with her so she pushed on. “You were the one who took it to a whole… eww-level.”
“Mea culpa, sweetie.”
“I didn’t know you had it in you,” Willow said, unable just to let it rest because… ew. And now she was wondering. Could it be…? No… surely not. If you licked enough and – “Baby… I think you might have ruined me.”
“Then p-put that pussy down, give her the ball and let me restore you,” Tara breathed.
“Okay.”
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If I wanted a little pussy, I've got my own to play with.
Chance in *Chance*
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