Wow, can't believe I missed an update. Two wonderfully written updates.

Pt. 4 Tara's father is soooo unpleasant! I loved the line;

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Tara; "Willow is that you?"

"Sort of..." Willow whispered loudly.

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Pt. 5 That was such beautiful imagery with the tall sunflowers, I could totally see them hiding in there. They both know they need each other, yet don't quite understand what they are feeling. Such hesitation on both their parts.



Great job, can't wait for more.

ok...so at first i have to admit that i thought this was just going to be one of those super sweet cheesy fics where everythings just all peaches...but this update really made it a serious fic in my book. the imagery was just amazing...i could so see that damn sunflower field...and the do smell really good too...kinda nutty like you described it.



also, i like the development of their feelings and how they dont know whats really going on inside of themselves, or each other. like with the touching. they want to touch, but they dont know why and so they just dont. but its obvious they both want it.

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Tara instantly regretted the loss of Willow's body. Though the sun was still high in the sky, she began to feel cold again.

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SEE!! so obvious...and yea i love that line by the way.



anyways, you and president kaneeda(who i will SOOO vote for!) need to update soon!! and warm the poor girl up! though i do agree that smuttiness might not be totally right for 2 15 year olds...but something!!



~mel

'The Cat in the Hat' is fine, just not during sex.--Alyson Hannigan

Hello kittens! here is part six! I want so much to respond to all you wonderful people who left feedback (And I certainly will) but I've run out of time this morning... work calls and I must go.... But i wanted to get this update out to all of you patient kitties.... enjoy!



oh and Ps... I appologize for all the gramatical/punctuation errors... but in my defense... Its really early in the morning



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Part Six: Spoken



Tara sat on the hard wooden stool in the darkened barn. She shifted slightly, wincing silently as a sharp sliver of wood poked her once more, stabbing Tara's leg even through the heavy material of the jeans she wore. Ignoring the irritation, Tara set back to her task. She had only a week before Willow's birthday and she wanted to get the necklace done before then. Tara squinted in the dim light. Her eyes refused to adjust to the only source of light in the space; A bare bulb hung from the rafters but It barely illuminated anything beyond a two feet radius.

Tara felt the metal, it was smooth between the fingers of her right hand. Alone, the metal was hard and stiff, refusing to bend, but through concentration Tara was able to soften it enough to mold it into the desired formation. Setting the pliers down, Tara held the small piece of metal in one hand and felt inside her pant's pocket with the other hand. She was feeling for the stone that she had taken from the crawl space in her bedroom earlier this evening, after Willow had gone home for the night.

Tara relaxed over her task as her mind began conjuring memories from this afternoon. Even though it had been brief, Tara could still recall in great detail, How it had felt to lay her head on Willow's shoulder, and how breathless it had made her when the soft skin of the red head's neck had brushed against Tara's forehead. Tara felt her stomach tighten when she recalled how it had felt to want nothing more than to stroke the back of Willow's hand with the tip of her fingers...but she hadn't, something inside of her wouldn't allow it. Tara's thoughts were broken as she felt something hard skim against her searching fingers.Tara looked down as she pulled the stone from her pocket.

This particular stone was a pure, deep green color. It twinkled in the yellow glow of the barn, and the reflection of it danced on the surface of Tara's blue eyes. It was uncannily the same color as Willow's eyes. When she finished the necklace she would infuse a protection spell into it. Tara picked up the pliers off of the old table in front of her.

She was concentrating with all her focus as she fit the stone into the metal, but the part of her that was still connected to the outside world couldn't miss the sound of Donny's cumbersome sneakers as they tripped over things laying in the yard. He was on his way into the barn, Tara could feel is aura as he approached. She could feel the antagonistic intent that flowed off of him like water over a rock.



"What are you so busy with out here?"



Tara made no movement at the sound of her brothers voice. She wouldn't give him the satisfaction of flinching even the slightest bit. That's what he wanted from her, for her to show fear and they both knew it. Things were different now...her father was gone and the balance of power had shifted in her favor. Her mother would never let Donny hurt her, he knew this and that's why he came no closer than he was.

"Go away Donny" Tara said calmly . She didn't even turn to face him as she spoke.



What's that?" Donny said ignoring her instruction. Coming around the table, he grabbed at the small piece of metal in Tara's hand.



"N-nothing...Go a-away." Tara said again, though she could feel her confidence slipping as he initiated physical contact. She held the necklace away from him. Tara didn't want confrontation at this moment and she certainly didn't want Donny contaminating the stone with his negativity.



"It's for that girl isn't it? your little girlfriend......" Donny said nastily.



Tara said nothing, simply continued to mold the metal around the stone she'd already fitted in the center. She hoped Donny would tire of this game when he found he couldn't intimidate her this time.



"Jeeze Tara...you're so queer" Donny said laughing.



Tara froze, her eyes wide as her brother's words penetrated the secret thoughts she didn't even know existed until that very moment in time. Donny was laughing it off as if it what he'd said had been nothing but a joke, but Tara could hear the undercurrent of seriousness in his voice. She didn't know what to do. What should she say? Tara felt heat creeping up into her face centering itself as a blush across her cheeks. Luckily she had turned away from Donny or he might've seen the "startled deer" look that shown in her eyes. Tara was suddenly very aware of the feel of her heart beating beneath her breast and the blood rushing inside her body suddenly became as loud as if she'd been holding her head underwater . "I said go away Donny..." Tara's voice was menacing as she fought to control her tongue. Though her mother was in charge now, it wouldn't do to put her foot too far into her mouth for she was sure to regret it when her father got home.



"Or what? You'll put a curse on me?" He sneered, taking a step backward.

"What do you suppose your Willow would think of you if she knew you wanted to --"



Tara didn't let Donny finish, she was on him faster than a dog on a stray cat. "Don't you ever say her name again! Do you hear me?" Tara spat the words at him. If the proverb about the tongue being mightier than the sword were meant literally then Donny was sure to have been hanging by his shirt from the nearest support beam. Tara stared him dead in the eye. She felt her blood heating up. Tara knew she had to calm down..But the urge to blow Donny out of the barn using nothing but her mind was a strong force. Tara couldn't allow herself to indulge in such an act, no matter how badly it called to her though, she knew it would be wrong to use magic on her brother and she would respect the laws of magic above all other things.



Tara's fists clenched as she brought them away from where they lay pressed against the sides of her body. Tara couldn't use magic, but there was no law ruling out physicality completely. Tara put her hands on Donny's chest and pushed, not as hard as she was capable of, but just enough to move him out of her way. The necklace fell from her fingers as she ran out of the barn, toward the house.

Tara flew past her mother and up the stairs. Outside her bedroom door is when the tears finally came, wetting her cheeks only to drip heavily from her chin. Tara turned the doorknob. Shutting the door quietly behind her, she went to her bed and threw herself down face first. Tara grabbed a pillow and hugged it to her, but that only made things worse because she immediately smelled Willow's unmistakable scent on the pillow..

Tara remembered the last time they had been in her room, Willow had been holding the pillow as they sat cross legged on the bed, talking. Tara wondered how Willow's smell could linger even days later.

Tara Pushed the pillow away from her as if it harbored a disease. She couldn't deal with the feelings that were kindled inside her from that sweet scent....Maybe her brother was right....maybe she wanted willow as more than a friend, But she didn't want to be different...She was already different enough without being...G- Tara couldn't even get the word to come out.. this would really put things over the top and she just wasn't ready for over the top differentness. Besides, Donny was right..he might be a jerk but he was right...what would Willow think about her if she knew...? Tara felt like throwing up, she leaned over her bed, breathing deeply until the wave of nausea passed. Tara buried her head in her pillow once more.



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"Donny....What did you do?" Odessa said harshly as her oldest child came through the front door. Her eyes followed him as he went into the living room and plopped himself down on the floor in front of the couch. He ignored her question, instead Flipping on the television.



"nothing" he finally stated innocently when he saw that she wasn't going to go away without an answer.



"You are too much like your father for your own good. you know that?" she chastised.



Donny said nothing he simply kept his eyes on the television screen as Odessa opened the front door and slipped out. Walking down the old wooden steps she made her way to the barn. Wild chickens clucked in front of her and Kaneeda whinnied from her bed in the stalls. Odessa pushed the barn door open, wearily checking for spiders before she stepped fully onto the dirt covered floor. She immediately saw a glint of something shining on the ground and bent down to pick it up. It was an intricately carved necklace, the stone in the middle was a haunting green and instantly Odessa knew what had happened. Tucking the jewelry into her apron pocket, she made her way back to the house, reaching the door just as the first drops of rain started to fall.

The people I'm furious with are the womens's liberationists. They keep getting up on soapboxes and proclaiming women are brighter than men. That's true, but it should be kept quiet or it ruins the whole racket.----



Anita Loos

Edited by: MissKittys Ball O Yarn at: 10/14/04 6:42 am

Donny is sure an ass! I'm glad Tara's mother is alive to keep him at least semi in-line. Hopefully she will talk to Tara and help her feel better. Oh those oh-so confusing feelings about girls... Poor Tara, at least we know Willow is probably going through the same thing.

Hi Emms!



Once again, you've done it. Tugging at my heartstrings with Tara's reaction to hearing that word from her awful brother. Her "deer in the headlight" reaction to her finally realizing once the word was said, was so sad and touching.



So now I'm guess her mom has an idea about what's going on, so I'm very interested to see what happens next.



I can handle a little angst, but you will be bringing some more cute snuggly goodness soon, right?



More soon please!



Wimpy





"There was plenty of magic." ~ Tara

yea donny....hes a shitface...i think kaneeda needs to kick his ass!!



and i feel soooo bad for tara...that was so sad!! poor girl...so confused...dammit i know that feeling!! its shit,...great update!



~mel

'The Cat in the Hat' is fine, just not during sex.--Alyson Hannigan

Donny is a shithead... anyways lovely update... look forward to more..



-reds



my banana dances for smut

Tara in a wet shirt, Tara in a wet shirt. Tara in. A. Wet. Shirt. “Of course.”-Willow From Remember to Breath By Yellow Crayon

Poor Tara! I hope Donnie gets I hate him!! Any way love the update, more soon please? Hannah

Donny needs to go.



I sense a conversation on sexuality coming up. I am sure Tara's mother will be completely sweet and understanding.

Tara: My heart doesn't stutter.


Tara: Willow, I got so lost.

Willow: I found you. I will always find you.

Hi kitties! Im sorry for the lack of updatey goodness I'ts been a really long week at work, but I have tomorrow off so expect something yummy then.



xoxo

Emms



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WickedReds Ratings will increase soon *diverting your attention with some yummy muffins*



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Ashleigh Of course you are a lovely kitten... Yes indeed...take my word for it...Cause I know about these things



and...addicted is good...but no drugs missy! *wagging finger in disapproval* I wouldn't want to have to send you to / anonymous



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tarawhipped Awwe you are too sweet. thank you for all your kind words...and you are very perceptive. A reunion is definitely going to happen and with it a rating increase...cause who could have a story without a buncha lovin' ?



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veiled isis moon hehe... Im not quite sure what

"knackered" means, but im fairly certain it's unpleasant and makes ya sleepy... in any event, thank you so much for leaving feedback and I do hope you got a little sleep before work. (does getting sleep help with the knackerness?)



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The Rose *sigh* Young love... isn't it sugary?



Oh...ps... in regards to your inquiry as to willow making voyages to Kansas... I cant see that happening... or can I? *grins evilly*



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Hi there Irishgr13 *waving* You missed an update!? *Gasp* *speaking in generic. badly impersonated European accent* that's sacrilege Dahhhling. You should be punished severely... but im too tired for all that... so I forgive you.



thank you for leaving feedback and Im glad you liked the sunflowers... they are the whole inspiration for this fic...I just love sunflowers. (I feel the need to add an emoticon at this point in the reply...but I can't find a suitable one...so please forgive the lack of animated smiley faces) ( I guess i could through this guy in...but just because he's too cute (there...I feel better now...) Feel free to enjoy the sheep.



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alysagoddess .... I like the way you always have something thought provoking to say. I always look forward to reading your feedback.



The sunflowers huh? I redeemed myself in your book with sunflowers...Hmm... I like that. nope.... no cheese for me please... Im lactose intolerant. But peaches are good... mmm.... peaches...



Ohh! Kaneeda and I can count on your vote??! Woo Hoo! I guess that settles it... Don't be surprised if you see our faces in next election debates... I wonder where Kaneeda stands on heath care... (hold on... I need to put my hamster back in his cage) okay im back... Oh well... who cares about health care anyway, but i can promise as your president to get Willow/Tara day turned into a national holiday... there could be hats involved.... *slowly wanders away from computer*



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Irishgr13 Hello again! Damn that Donny!! he should be caged on some wildlife preserve and fed only raw chucks of unidentifiable meat. okay...now that that's out of my system...I need to go and type out the touching "after-school special" moment between mother and daughter in which mom explains a slightly dysfunctional version of the birds and bees... You know... the bird on bird action?



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Wimpycute snuggly goodness coming right up!



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alysagoddess *waving* ohhh...such language...but I think you are right... Donny is a big mean..... shitface.... hehehe *covering mouth with both hands* (I guess that's enough cursing for one night)



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WickedReds more soon. Im typing it out right now...



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Hannah Hey there Hannah Don't worry your pretty little head about Donny... Mean nasty people always get what they deserve and I think in Donny's case its a nice long (picture the smiling smiley face angry and in a lot of pain)



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The Rose Yes... Donny needs to go. Who needs him anyway? Men! Bleh! *that was my yucky face*

Edited by: MissKittys Ball O Yarn at: 10/16/04 8:39 am

Ooo Emms...yummy muffins... tasty... * munches on muffins and waits for update* ffhiish th grrud....



-reds



my banana dances for smut

Smutbunny Anthem: *sung to tune from Goldfinger* Smutbunnies...they'e the bunnies, the bunnies that love the smut...and Willow's butt. They surf for smut fiction...always lookin' for the next naked sweaty fix...of Tara's tits.- Written By Cameron(tarawhipped) For Us Smut Bunnies

Oh Reds I hope you like updates as much as muffins... Cause Im hard at work and hope to get one out in a few short hours. (Damn editing ) But editing woes aside I should get an update posted today. I know it's been a long time... oh ps... IN my defense... I think I have a spider bite on my big toe...



xoxo

Emms

Edited by: MissKittys Ball O Yarn at: 1/15/05 9:48 pm

Did I hear right? An update is on the way? Yes please! Of course we still you, you rock! Hannah.

woohoo for updates!!!!





sorry to hear about your bite







-Kelsey

Okay kittens...here's part seven. I do apologize for the abrupt cut off at the end...but I've been sitting at the computer for a couple of hours and my back is like.... so I have to get up and stretch for a bit. So...enjoy this update and I'll get the next one posted asap. Oh and special thanks to Hannah and Kelsey for being so enthusiastic about this update. If it was not for them I might have slacked off producing nothing but a couple empty pop cans and some Oreo cookie crumbs on the keyboard...So I thank you Kelsey and Hannah.



Ps...all disclaimers apply...Im just too lazy to cut and paste.





Part Seven: Birthday stone

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Ira put the phone back on its cradle. That phone call had been from his office in LA. They needed him to come back right away and that meant taking Willow back with him. They'd have to end their time here early. He sat down on the couch and waited for Willow to come home. She'd been spending a lot of time with her new friend, and he wasn't looking forward to telling her that they were going to have to go..He'd never been that close with Willow, his job kept him away from home for most of the year and he really had been looking forward to spending time with her this summer...he thought she might be enjoying it too, even if she did have trouble showing it. Ira had sensed hostility from his daughter the whole way out here, but now there was a pleasantry between them. He suspected it had something to do with Tara, She seemed to be good for Willow and Ira hated to pull his daughter away from that. He didn't want his daughter to turn fifteen hating him, but there was nothing he could do.



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Tara sat in the middle of her bed. Her legs crossed underneath her, she stared, unblinking at a speck of dirt that had made its home on the wall directly in front of her. Tara hadn't bothered to turn the lights on, the darkness seemed to comfort her in ways artificial light never could. There was a knock at the door but Tara didn't turn toward the sound. She didn't want to talk to anybody and she didn't want anybody to talk to her.

Tara cleared her mind, she saw nothing but the darkness of her room and felt nothing but the sweatshirt she wore, hanging loosely against her body. That tactile sensation was unavoidable. The sound of the doorknob turning edged its way into her self imposed desolation. Tara cursed herself for looking at her mother as she entered the room. She knew her mother would know what was wrong. Her mom always seemed to know what was going on with her, but this was something she wasn't ready to share with anyone.



"Hi Mama" Tara, said softly, her resolve disappeared as her mom sat down on the edge of Tara's bed.



"I just thought we could have a little talk.... "



"Okay..."



"So....Donny's downstairs looking guilty about something....do you have any Idea what that might be?"



"Tara shrugged her shoulders in a way that was neither conclusive or inconclusive. She wouldn't lie to her mother, but she wasn't ready to talk about it either.



"Is everything okay with you and Willow?"



"Tara nodded silently, she turned her eyes from her mother, to look out the window. Tara felt her mother take her hand. Tara felt the tears she had thought she'd left behind start to sting the back of her eyes again.



"I noticed you didn't eat anything tonight and I was worried you weren't feeling well..." Odessa said, changing the subject.



Tara was thankful that her mother changed the subject. She felt the tears recede and she turned her face to her mothers.



Odessa Maclay looked her daughter in the eyes "I want you to know that you can talk to me about anything."



Tara looked down at her hands.



"Is there something you want to talk about?" Odessa asked.



Tara shook her head.



"alright..." Odessa said, standing up she kissed Tara on the forehead. Odessa crossed the small room to the door. Turning around as if remembering something, she stuck her hand in the pocket of her apron. "You wouldn't want to lose this..." She said, handing the necklace to Tara. "Its very pretty...must be for someone special..." With that Odessa left the room closing the door behind her she left Tara all alone in the darkness.





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Willow came in through the front door. "Hi dad" She said happily. Going past him, she started up the stairs toward her room. She hadn't come straight home after saying goodnight to Tara, instead she had decided to go for a walk and had ended up sitting by the creek for a couple hours throwing stones into the slow moving water. Her shoes felt wet and made a squishy sound every-time she took a step, but Willow didn't care she had had a wonderful day



"Hi honey...say...you want to come here for a minute..?" Ira called up to her. Willow paused halfway up the stairs. Turning around, she came back down. There was a tone in her dads voice...like he had bad news or something...

"Oh god... Is mom okay? Did something happen?" Willow said, jumping to conclusions....



"No honey...Mom's fine...she's still in Seattle..." He paused...looking down at the ground before continuing.



she'd never seen him like this before and it was disconcerting It had to be something bad because he kept running his hand through his hair. Willow wished he would just say what he had to say and get it over with.



"honey...I have to tell you... The office called today and I need to get back there right away...a merger that was taking place has been jeopardized and they need me to talk to the client..." Ira's voice trailed off as he waited for Willow's response. He braced himself for tears and screaming, but he should have known his daughter better than that. Instead of the usual teenage act, Willow Rosenberg was one pie chart away from a complete corporate takeover, selling options like a pro. She was more like him than he'd ever noticed before. He had to smile



"But dad...can't you talk to them over the phone? There isn't anything that can't be solved over a nice cup of coffee and a good ol' fashioned phone call...I always say....." Willow tried to sound optimistic but her enthusiasm wavered as she could see the deflated way Ira was just standing there, looking at her ...she could tell that her dad wasn't buying the "over the phone" chat scenario she was pitching...



"No sweetheart....I have to be there in person..."



"When? I mean...when are we leaving...?"



"Well...I have to make a quick stop in New York before we go back...so I'd say three days at the most.



Willow took a step back. All she could think about was Tara, and how she wasn't ready to leave her. Would she ever be ready? That question lingered in the back of Willow's mind. So far back that it wasn't a conscious thought spoken in words but more of a feeling that caused her tummy to do a little flip. She had to tell Tara. Willow wasn't aware that she was still taking steps backward until the doorknob struck her hard in the back. Wincing, Willow blinked. turning around, she pulled the door open...she'd tell Tara tonight.



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"Hi Miss Odessa... Is Tara here?" Willow asked. She had let herself in and had found Tara's mom in the kitchen leaning over a sink-full of dishes. Willow felt silly as that question slipped past her lips. Of course Tara was there...where else would she be?

Tara's mom wiped her soapy hands on her apron. "She's upstairs sweetie...But im not sure that she's in a mood for company."



"Is it alright if I go up anyway? " Willow was sure the concern in her voice was apparent. When they had left each-other that evening, everything had been fine, and willow wondered what could have happened in only a few hours to change all that.



Miss Odessa nodded her consent and Willow turned, leaving the kitchen. She needed to get to Tara. As willow climbed the stairs that led to the small hallway at the top of the landing and up to Tara's room Willow sniffed the air. She loved the way Tara's house smelled. It always smelled like someone was baking an apple pie, unlike her house which smelled like Chinese take-out mixed with the technological scent of floppy disks fresh from the computer. She was certain she had learned to use chopsticks before the customary fork.



Willow paused outside Tara's room, she knocked softly on the door . "Tara?" She said tentatively when there was no response from inside. "fine...you won't let me in, I'll just sit here until you come out...and you can't stay in there forever...it's a nice room and all...but last time I was in there I didn't see a hot-plate or a secret entrance to a bathroom hidden away anywhere..." Willow's slid her back down the wall, sitting down next to Tara's door, she prepared herself for what might turn out to be a lengthy wait.

".... you cant leave me out here, you know?...not after what I went through to get here...." There was still silence behind the door so Willow continued. "I was practically attacked by a squirrel you know..!"



"A squirrel?"

Willow heard the muffled question come from behind the doorway and she felt encouraged. Willow smiled, she had Tara now...there were many things the blond could withstand...but one of Willow's stories was definitely not one of them.



"yeah a big, brown squirrel. He was a yard if he was a foot" Willow gestured with her hands, indicating just how big this supposed squirrel was, she did this even though Tara couldn't see her. " So there I was...all alone and unfortunately holding a baggy of pretzels. The squirrel eyed the pretzels ...we met face to face...except that he was down on the ground...and I was towering above him...predator against pray..." Willow paused. She heard a light chuckle come from close by. She knew that Tara was sitting on the floor of her room...only a wall separated the girls. Willow was confident that she was breaking Tara down with the cuteness of her story. She just knew that at any moment Tara was going to open the door.



"Which one of you was the prey?" Tara asked, and Willow felt herself melt at the sound of Tara's sweet voice. Willow stretched her arm across the wall to press her hand against the wooden door, the need for connection urgent inside her. Willow continued the story, this time with less zeal, her voice softened with need.

"he saw me...I saw him and neither of us willing to make the first move. That's when I formed the most brilliant of plans."

"What did you do?" came the soft voice again.



Well... I distracted him by throwing a pretzel as hard as I could over his head. It landed behind him and when he turned his furry little head in the direction of the pretzel, that's when I made my move..." Willow paused allowing for full dramatic effect.



"Oh no! you hurt the squirrel?? " Willow heard Tara gasp from behind the door.

" No....I ran away...." Willow replied



"You're very brave..." Tara said in a sweet voice.



"Don't I know it. " Willow replied smiling.. There was silence.

The door opened and willow let the breath out she'd been holding. Standing up, Willow brushed her hands against her jeans. She looked up in time to be witness to the complete radiance of Tara's shy smile. Willow found her gaze being pulled to the sight of Tara's lips. Willow's mouth opened then quickly shut again as she couldn't seem to make any words come out. She redirected her gaze, suddenly uncomfortable. Willow was sure her cheeks had turned a couple shades darker as she had felt the blood rushing to various parts of her anatomy the moment Tara had appeared in the doorway. The scent of the blond's skin still floated in the cool draft created when the door was pulled open. "no lights..?" Willow asked, seeing that Tara's room was dark. Tara shook her head and a sheet of blond hair fell across her eyes, shielding Willow's view of her. Willows hand went out of its own accord, gently she brushed Tara's hair back behind her ear with the tip of her finger. "Can I come in....?" Willow asked quietly.

Tara nodded, stepping to the side so Willow could enter. Willow closed the door behind herself after she'd entered the room. Her hand never left the door as she pushed it completely shut. There was an instant intimacy in the room as she sound of the latch catching reverberated throughout the silent room.

Willow didn't know if she should move closer to Tara or stay where she was. She had been in Tara's room many times, but this time felt different somehow. There was an awareness in the air and Willow was suddenly feeling rather warm. "Is it warm in here...?" Willow asked nervously.



"A l-little....y-yes...warm..." Tara replied.



Willow, slowly crossed the distance between them, coming to a stop a breath away from Tara. She didn't know what force pulled her, but she found herself being drawn even closer to Tara. She wasn't even sure of her own intent she was only aware of the motion of her body. The destination was clear only seconds before the contact was made and by that time it was too late for Willow to stop herself even if she had wanted to. Willow drew in her breath as she pressed her cheek softly against Tara's. There was something forbidden in the contact but neither girl pulled away. Willow felt Tara's hands come up her back tentatively to tangle gently in her red hair. Willow slowly brought her hands around Tara's waist. They melted against each-other. Willow's nose stung with unshed tears. They blurred her vision as she held the blond tightly against her. Her heart was pounding in her chest as the realization hit her with its full force. She was leaving in three days. Oh God how she despised that thought. How could she leave..? "I don't want to go Tara..." Willow said through her tears. The flood of emotion was uncontrollable now, she couldn't stop herself from burring her face in Tara's neck. Willow felt Tara pull her closer.

The people I'm furious with are the womens's liberationists. They keep getting up on soapboxes and proclaiming women are brighter than men. That's true, but it should be kept quiet or it ruins the whole racket.----



Anita Loos

Edited by: MissKittys Ball O Yarn at: 10/23/04 10:00 pm

Awww. This is so sad.



I want Tara to talk to Willow or atleast her mother about what is going on with her.



Why oh why does Willow have to leave?

Tara: My heart doesn't stutter.


Tara: Willow, I got so lost.

Willow: I found you. I will always find you.

Wow! That was a tear-jerker huh? I don't want Willow to go either. Hopefully they will share their feelings and have smoochies before she does? btw thanks for the special mention, you're such a sweetie! Hannah.

Aww, I loved this... It's sooo sweet and they're quite young aren't they? Can't wait for the next update!

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"Amber, if you could be any inanimate object in the world, what would it be?" And I would respond by saying, "Well, Rob, I always wanted to be a rock, a really big one." - Amber Benson

No.no.no.no.nooo! They only just found each other, she can't leave.......*sniff*........they're so good and sweet and cute together........... So not fair .



Hehe, knackered is a very bad thing, it makes you all sleepy and non-verbal and lots and lots of Zzzzzzzzz's definitely makes up for it......if that's what you do when you go to bed!

great update....

i loved the last paragraph...!!!

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you were the one, you were the only one and you were amazing

Now that was so sad... Well... i'm gonna go cry now...



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Mein Banane tanzen für Schmutz

Smutbunny Anthem: *sung to tune from Goldfinger* Smutbunnies...they'e the bunnies, the bunnies that love the smut...and Willow's butt. They surf for smut fiction...always lookin' for the next naked sweaty fix...of Tara's tits.- Written By Cameron(tarawhipped) For Us Smut Bunnies

Emms,

Wonderful update!



First of all loved your reply comment "the bird on bird action" I about fell off my chair at that one. No birds and bees here.



Second, that update was sooooo sad. Just when things are starting to get warm and fuzzy, Willow has to go? No, it just can't be... you must fix all of this sadness.



Tara's mom is so cool, she isn't pushing Tara to talk but to let her know she can talk to her about anything is so sweet.

wow, this story is great.



You capture mood and environment so well. I felt like I was walking through the sunflowers. I was a little apprehensive seeing how young Willow and Tara were in this story, but you totally get the passion and purity of your first teen-age crush. Unfortunately, you also totally nailed how fast that can be tainted by having Donnie name-call Tara and ridicule her closeness with Willow. Thank goodness Willow was drawn to Tara and had to hold her, even if Willow didn't know what she was doing. The scene in the darkened room was so intense...wow, great job. Can't wait for more.

I am so taken with this story, you have done something truly amazing here . I look forward to watching the girls change and grow through your eyes.







behindhereyes

Kim

"To the world, you may be one person; but to one person, you may be the world"

wow...yet another wonderful update...i love it!! you bring your readers through a qide range of emotions in just one little update...thats talent right there.



for instance...in this last one...i started out allllll sad for tara because shes got this big hard dilema that she doesnt know WHAT to do about her feelings. then i started to think that things were looking up because willows story...just so cute...i was laughing with that whole 'attack of the yard long squirrel' story...so cute...so very willow.



but then....oooo but then you make me sad again...and this time in a majorly depressed way...not just a 'oh poor tara way' but an 'oh i just want to cry' way...like i personally love hugs to death...but that was probably the saddest hug ive ever read!!



fortunately, though, well be able to see the girls grow and evolve...which im very much looking forward to...its interesting to see them starting out so young and innocent...and then to have them not see each other for a while and then meet when theyre older...which is where i think you had said you were going with this...well i think its just a great idea...the evolution of the relationship is important and with the way you write its going to be beautiful.



anyways...im done rambling now...lol...i tend to get quite carried away when i like fics...keep up the great work!! cant wait for the next update!



~mel

'The Cat in the Hat' is fine, just not during sex.--Alyson Hannigan

I love the title of this story.



I think sometimes, older-ish folk like me forget how pure and intensely even younger teens can feel. You have captured the girls' mixture of innocence and budding sexuality so nicely. And the heartbreak of not being old enough to stay when you want to. So sweet. Looking forward to more.



- shirrey

Yes, you just broke my heart, but you did it so beautifully...again. You always know how to just tug at the ol' heartstrings and pull us in.



Tara sitting in her dark room, her mom being so sweet was so touching, then Willow's "killer squirrel" story even managed to cheer me up for a minute.



But then the meltdown really got me. So sad, but can't wait to read more.



Great job again!



Wimpy

Hi all! My apologies in the longness between updates... my computer's been acting kinda funky lately ... I think my computer might be possessed or something.... Oh well... It seems to be working right now... so I'll go and chop away at another update... I know you are all dying to know what's going to happen next so I'll try to get an update out as soon as possible Thank you all for reading and leaving feedback...you are my cyber chocolate... Inspiring...and also yummy for the tummy. I'll get responses out later... right now Its back to the keyboard for a little *making typity typity typity sounds in illustration* Have a goodnight.... and don't let the bed-bugs bite... (unless you're into that kind of thing...then I guess more power to ya! )







xoxo

Emms



In the future there will be a revolutionary technology that will enable us to turn into fishes at will.

--me

Edited by: MissKittys Ball O Yarn at: 11/2/04 8:06 pm

Please don't apologize. You're giving us the gift of this wonderful story, so we'll be patient and understanding of the creative process.



Um... as patient as can be anyways

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"And they say one person can't make a difference."

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Birthday stone cont...



She called herself comforting Willow, but deep down inside Tara knew the real reason she pulled the red head closer. Tara's heart beat faster in her chest, she had the thought that she should end the embrace then, but she couldn't seem to entangle her senses long enough to make that big of a move. The erratic drumming of rain as it fell hard against the window was the only sound inside the room. It created a kind of white noise but inside the powerful torrents all was ultra quiet. It was almost as if the world around them had drifted into a slightly different dimension. The television that had been loud and annoying even from all the way downstairs only moments ago, faded until it was no more than a pinprick of sound from far off in the distance. Tara could feel her mind start to drift as the smell of Willow's shampoo began to cloud her sense. She hadn't expected Willow to be in her arms tonight, she hadn't expected to be stroking red strands of silky hair beneath her fingers, she hadn't expected to be nearly crushing the girl to her. Tara was afraid of where her actions might lead, the way Willow felt in her arms there was no way she could deny that she felt something stronger than friendship for the girl. And any doubt that Tara had been clinging to about her feelings for willow vanished. Tara wrapped her arms more snuggly around willow's waist.



Willow was unsure of what had driven her to initiate the hug in the first place, it wasn't like they hugged each-other all the time...or even touched for that matter, but now that she was here, letting go was the last thing she wanted to do. Willow was consciously aware of Tara's silky hair against her cheek and the way her body was responding left willow feeling very confused. As her tears began to dry at last. Willow, taking a deep breath rested her head on Tara's shoulders, she smoothed her hands one last time down Tara's back before pulling away the slightest bit. Willow licked her lips subconsciously, her lips centimeters away from the soft skin of Tara's neck. It would have been nothing to snuggle closer and accidentally-on-purpose brush her lips against the pulse point there...what was she thinking? Willow suddenly began to panic. Why was she having thoughts of Tara's neck? Willow pulled back even further, unable to stop herself from locking eyes with deep blue pools. Whatever it was Willow was feeling she could see it mirrored in Tara's eyes. Willow looked away then, She was afraid Tara would see the deep redness flushing across her cheeks and know what she had been thinking. They were still standing.



Tara felt Willow pull away, not enough to be gone completely they still remaining close enough that their arms were still locked around each-other. Tara looked away. She felt Willow leaning in. Tara's cheek was turned slightly. Was Willow going to kiss her? Tara thought that she might have panicked but there was something that held her calmly in place. Did she want Willow to kiss her? and then the red head's movement stopped. Tara wanted to bring her eyes to Willows..she would mutter something she was sure would be intelligible and then gracefully extract herself from Willows embrace. She felt silly for thinking that Willow would kiss her..that Willow would want to kiss her..." Tara turned her face toward the red head and was greeted with warm dry lips pressing butterfly light against her own lips. Tara's eyes immediately closed. It all happened so fast that she really hadn't had time to process anything more than willow-lips on Tara-lips = good. And then it was gone. Tara's lips still tingled.



Willow had meant to press a kiss to Tara's cheek but as she leaned to do so Tara turned her face the fraction of an inch needed to bring their lips lightly against each-other. No one breathed ,no one moved, that was until Willow pulled away, severing the contact. What the hell was she doing?! She let go of Tara's waist and backed away fast enough to nearly knock over a lamp on the small table behind her. Catching it in time, Willow set the lamp back onto the table, her hands were shaking and she was unable to look Tara in the eye.



Though it had only been for a split second Tara could still feel the tingle in her lips. Her face flushed and she averted her eyes to the floor. She didn't know what to say...she didn't even dare look up into Willow's eyes. It had been an accident...a wonderful accident. Tara cringed as she silently berated herself for thinking for even a split second that Willow might have actually wanted to kiss her. Even with that knowledge, Tara was unable to make herself feel even the smallest amount of disgust at the memory of Willow's lips against hers. Looking up she could see that Willow, however was feeling quite differently.



"Tara...I...I should go..."



"Willow... don't go..." She wanted to reach out to Willow...comfort her somehow...let her know that it was okay...But she dared not move.



Willow felt the urge to run...run far far away. The allure of Tara's lips were too much for her to take. She felt her eyes being drawn to them like a moth to a flame. She longed for the warmth of Tara's embrace. But there were too many thoughts in her head... and they were all saying different things at the same time. The look on Tara's face told her that the blond was just as stunned by what had happened as Willow was...But she couldn't let herself be close to Tara right then...there were too many things to sort through, too many scary feelings that were tumbling around in Willow's stomach. She couldn't stay...She didn't want to feel the implicit intimacy that had flowered between them. Willow wasn't ready to embrace those feelings just yet...she had to leave. The blond moved closer and the only comfort Willow could offer the girl was the very tips of her fingers, she was conflicted even as the blond took what she offered. Their hands linking sent shock waves through Willow's entire body and down into her toes. She had to get out of there now.....



Their fingers refused to release even as Willow climbed out the window. Tara felt the words, she'd been holding in well up inside her and she tried to push them down. "Willow...." Tara whispered. She wanted to Tell Willow everything, but the words wouldn't come.

"Tomorrow...." Willow said simply, she released Tara's fingers.

Tara watched red hair disappear into the darkness of night. She had been so close to saying the words...so close...but the moment had been lost and Tara wondered if that hadn't been for the best after-all. What would saying anything accomplish anyway? Willow was leaving in three days...Tara didn't want to make their last few days together awkward...she wanted things to stay just the way they had been before..Tara couldn't bring herself to close the window even long after willow had left, the rain had slowed and was now coming down in pregnant drops that dripped from the shingles of the roof and onto Tara's outstretched hand...Willow would be home by now, but none of that mattered...Tara felt numb.....she felt insider her pocket and squeezed the stone tightly in her fist.. "tomorrow...." she repeated to herself suddenly she was feeling very tired.



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Willow walked home more confused now then when she had ever been. She didn't know what just happened between her and Tara..well..no that wasn't exactly true..she knew the technicality of what had happened, but what she didn't know, was what that meant for them...or if it meant anything at all... Willow felt the verge of an answer on the tip of her tongue but it refused to show itself and this only served to add to her frustration and make her even more confused than she already was. Willow's stomach flipped and she felt the urge to run back to Tara's room. Wilow subconsciously rubbed her fingers together, she could still feel the dull tingle playing across the very tips of them. She felt the wind pick up just as the large friendly drops of rain from only a moment ago morphed into tiny dagger edged drops.



Willow closed her eyes...the wind had gone from a light breeze blowing a few rain drops through the air into a full blown frenzy within seconds. The drops now stung her skin as they slashed their way to the ground. Willow looked up squinting into the inky blackness of the night. She staggered a few steps as the wind effectively pushed her backward. She'd have to try and make it to the rental house... she was closer to that then to Tara's, so backtracking wouldn't make much sense. Willow turned around, she could no longer see Tara's house through the rain and wind. nor could she keep her eyes open long enough to focus on anything. The rain was coming down in sheets now and the wind was using the rain to cut at any exposed skin.



Willow continued walking. She had the thought that this might be a tornado, but willow lacked the experience to be too very afraid. She knew from movies that she should be in a cellar somewhere, but since she was currently without a cellar she figured she would keep walking, It seemed a better option to standing still and waiting for something to pummel her. At lease she felt like she was getting somewhere not just hunkering down and waiting for a house to land on her. The sudden image of the house from The Wizard Of Oz falling on the wicked witch flashed in Willow's brain. That served to rattle her a little, even though she wasn't a witch or anything...but suddenly the prospect of a falling house made her glace once again up at the sky...just to make sure, she told herself.

Willow was drenched and freezing, her teeth chattered together in her body's attempt to warm itself.



Willow thoughts once again returned to Tara. She replayed that day in the sunflowers... Willow stopped walking as she remembered how it had felt to have Tara's head on her shoulder. There had been no guilt that day, just a warm, comfortable closeness. Suddenly the thought of never having that again, forced tears into Willow's eyes. Her tears were lost in the rain. How could she have been so blind?Willow had left Tara because she was afraid of what that closeness would mean and now as she realized that with Tara was the only place she wanted to be. The wind brought willow back to the present, the significance of the storm striking the moment she had made the choice to leave the safety of Tara's arms finally dawned on her.



There are certain moments in life when things become completely clear..and for an instant the world makes sense, this was that moment for Willow.

She had to make it back to Tara's house she had to tell her how she felt..she had to know if Tara felt the same way. Suddenly the storm paled in comparison to the thought that Tara might not ever know how Willow felt about her. of course she didn't know...Willow had rushed out hadn't she? she had been scared and stupid and had left Tara watching her walk away. Willow couldn't leave it like that and the impending death scenario only served to drive that message home. Tara was more than a friend..had always been more than a friend and she had to tell her .



Willow fought her way back through the blowing wind. She focused on the thought of Tara, just as she had done so many times before in the cornfield. She prayed that it would work...that the same unseen force that always led her to Tara would lead her to Tara one more time. Willow's eyes were closed as she walked. She instinctively knew that she was getting closer she could feel the blond's essence somehow. She opened her eyes to find that she had made it to Tara's...she stood at the back of the house under the tree, in the same spot she'd found herself the first night she'd made this trek. She had been about to call out when she felt something strike the back of her head. There hadn't been enough time to feel any pain as the blackness was already enveloping her. The last thought in willow's mind before she was completely lost was, that Tara might never know how she really feels.

In the future there will be a revolutionary technology that will enable us to turn into fishes at will.



--- Me

Edited by: MissKittys Ball O Yarn at: 11/6/04 11:10 am