Welcome to the Vignette Series.
After many years and 55 vignettes, I'm rewriting this intro and I'm going to work on adding an index to this post, so if someone wants to jump to a specific vignette, it should be easier to find.
This thread is pure schmoopy W/T goodness 24/7. It generally stays PG-13, occasionally slips into R, but sorry - there's no graphic NC-17 smut here. These are 55 completed little ficlets that are unrelated, except for the W/T-lovin' theme. There's a great deal of silliness, a whole lot of schmoopiness, with the occasional dash of angst. Thank you for reading.
Vignette #2: Tara KissageVignette #3: Dreams of RosesVignette #4: MorningVignette #5: Empty NestVignette #6: TeacherVignette #7: AddictionVignette #8: SpeechlessVignette #9: ReturnVignette #10: MoonlightVignette #11: Holding HandsVignette #12: A Friendly Little WagerVignette #13: Uncomfortable ChairVignette #14: Loving WillowVignette #15: IssuesVignette #16: Free to FlyVignette #17: GiftsVignette #18: UnwindingVignette #19: StormsVignette #20: Best Laid PlansVignette #21: What a Girl's Gotta' DoVignette Interlude #1Vignette #22: CluelessVignette #23: Top of the WorldVignette #24: A Friendly Little Wager IIVignette #25: ReunionVignette #26: PrideVignette #27: TwilightVignette #28: ChessVignette #29: DuckyVignette #30 Valentine's DayVignette #31: Willow KissageVignette #32: The Dark ForestVignette #33: The Next dayVignette #34: RevelationsVignette #35: LullabyVignette #36: MissionVignette #37: End of the WorldVignette #38: Every Little Thing She DoesVignette #39: What a Girl's Gotta' Do II: Disco InfernoVignette #40: Gratuitous Truant UsVignette #41: Fear YourselfVignette Interlude #2Vignette #42: The Morning AfterVignette #43: That's When She KnewVignette #44: InterrogationVignette #45: Getting to Know YouVignette #46: DramaVignette #47: BreakVignette #48: InventoryVignette #49: Just DinnerVignette #50: ThoughtsVignette #51: HappyVignette #52: Into the WoodsVignette #53: Not A DateVignette #54: HybridsVignette #55: ElementalVignette #56: PanicSo, without further ado, Vignette #1: Vignettes.
Series: Vignettes
Number: 1
Title: Vignettes
Author: Sassette
Feedback: Can be sent to
pink_overalls@yahoo.comSummary: Willow and Tara have dinner together
Spoiler Warning: Set in Season 6, but no spoilers.
Disclaimer: I didn't create these characters. I do, however, love them, and as they reside in my heart, they belong to me. I'm not making any money off of them, though.
Rating: PG-13.
Vignettes
Part 1 of the Vignettes Series
by Sassette
"You know what I don't get?" Willow asked into the silence, a frown of concentration puckering her brow as she stared at her dinner like the mathematical arrangement of the angles between the different foods held the secrets of the universe.
"Ice cream, if you don't eat your broccoli?" Tara asked, reaching out with her fork and spearing one of the vegetables that remained on Willow's plate.
"There's ice cream? Sugary creamy goodness? What flavor?" Willow asked, her eyes lighting up as she lifted her head to look at Tara, the mysteries inherent in her meal forgotten.
"Only," Tara began, waving the broccoli on the fork in front of Willow's face with every word, making Willow's eyes cross as she tracked the leafy green thing. "If you eat your vegetables."
Willow rolled her eyes and grinned, resting her hands on the table and leaning forward to grasp the broccoli with her teeth, pulling her head back and sliding it off the fork. She chewed industriously as Tara looked on, her eyes sparkling and heavy-lidded.
"Good girl," Tara said, a crooked half-smile crossing her face as she put her fork on her plate and covered Willow's hand lightly with her own. It was silly, really. Here they were, having been together for almost two years now, and she still found herself staring dreamily at the other girl.
"Vignettes," Willow said after she swallowed, turning her hand over under Tara's and grasping it lightly.
"Huh?" Tara asked, blinking her eyes slowly as she tried to focus in on what Willow was saying.
"I don't get vignettes," Willow explained with a slight shrug of her shoulders. "I mean, they're all short, and what's the point? It's like, you start reading it, and as soon as things get interesting, it's over."
Tara considered the matter carefully. She'd certainly never taken the time to sit down and ponder the usefulness of the existence of vignettes before. And long ago, she had learned not to question why these things popped into Willow's head. She simply accepted that they did and tried to keep up with the random subject changes. "I suppose they're, umm … like literary pictures? Photographs? Just kind of … a little moment in time."
"But I want context," Willow said with a frown. "Where's the context? Who are these people who just kind of sit around, or get all walky along the beaches, or stare at fences thinking about other characters you never even get to see? And what were they doing before? And what do they go do after?"
Tara couldn't help it. She giggled. "Baby, I think you're thinking about it too hard."
Willow looked back down at her plate as a sigh escaped her. "I still don't get it," she mumbled, picking up her fork with her free hand and pushing her broccoli around the plate, ramming the tiny trees into the mashed potatoes.
"The whole point of a vignette is that it has no context," Tara said after a moment. "Like … a half-camel at the pound. Why is it only half a camel? How did it get to the pound? Did the city hire special half-camel catchers to try to keep the number of half camel's running around to a minimum?"
A tiny grin quirked the corner of Willow's mouth, and she peeked up at Tara as Tara went on.
"It's like, this brief moment in time, that achieves timelessness simply because it has no context. And they're pretty. I like them," Tara said with a soft smile, squeezing Willow's hand.
"Oh, sure," Willow said grandly, her eyes rolling again. "Everybody loves the pretty little vignettes with their coquettish air and girlish charms. But what about the smart scientific papers about fuel cells? Those just sit on the shelves, gathering dust and getting old."
"Well, if you're lucky, you get a smart scientific paper that IS a pretty little vignette," Tara said with a grin, lifting Willow's hand to her lips, turning it and placing a soft kiss in the palm, her eyes glowing. "Like, a scientist, watching a rainbow and thinking about the way light refracts."
"Mmm," Willow said softly, her eyes adoring as she looked at Tara, who was lightly kissing each of her fingertips in turn. "I, uhh … refraction is good."
"Very good," Tara agreed, tugging on Willow's hand and pulling her from her seat. A few more tugs and she grinned at her lapful of Willow goodness. "Hi."
"Oh, uhh … hi," Willow said softly, her arms wrapping around Tara's neck. "Ummm … I'm, umm… done. With dinner."
"You didn't eat all your broccoli," Tara pointed out.
"I'm a rebel," Willow said with a smile.
"Without a cause?" Tara asked, her arms slipping around Willow's waist.
"Oh, no. Definitely a cause," Willow said, shaking her head emphatically. "Down with the broccoli, and down with black-mailing dinner-makers who want you to finish the evil green vegetables before you can get yummy ice cream. Or would that technically be extortion?"
Tara laughed, a wicked gleam showing up in her eyes. "You want me going down?"
"Or, you know, down with lazy rebels with their bad cooking skills who never make their own dinners," Willow said with mock solemnity. "Either way works for me."
Tara grinned, then pulled Willow's head down for a slow sweet kiss. "We'll take turns toppling the establishment," Tara said softly. "You go upstairs and I'll get the ice cream."
"Ice cream? But I didn't finish all my broccoli?"
"Oh, it's for me," Tara said with a grin. "You just get to be the plate."
"Mmm … lucky plate," Willow said happily, kissing Tara lightly then hopping off her lap and scampering up the stairs.