Everything stood still. Even the stars held their breath as Tara sang Silent Night.
). Honestly, I could listen to Amber singing all day if I wanted. (Well, not really, as she's have a sore throat after a couple of hours...)

“Right. Well, It’s just that um I … when I think about that stuff … I only picture this… I mean… y-y-you and me?”
“Uhh…on second thought, maybe it’s just overheated, and if you wait a while it’ll cool off.”
“Boobiesboobiesboobiesboobiesboobies.”
And you, sir, are a very well-groomed freak show.
Sucker.
...
Busted.
“Why? Why am I upstairs while you’re down here with Buffy? Something you’re not telling me?” Willow challenged.
Tara managed to whisper one word. “Clothes.”
“Eeep,” Willow squeaked and sprinted upstairs without a further word.
“Okay, if you teach Willow how to wrap presents…. Then yes I’ll do it.”
“Wait how is this a deal for me, I have to start wrapping presents myself and I have to sing in front of people?” Willow wondered out loud as they all dispersed.
I'm sure many of the in-jokes went right over my head, but what I got, was hilarious.

JustSkipIt wrote:You read about it? Where? Confused.
) I promise I will post those tomorrow. I'm a slacker and should be punished.
(And I've still got that 'fruitcake' song stuck in my head.) Like Elvis said, from all of us, you're so welcome. Oh, and more collaborations: definitely.
Thanks, and yes - it may take a while, but sooner or later the full story of the Palomino and her crew of hotties will be told.Car wrote:I appreciate you allowing me to join as an author for this project. I'm not sure how readily you'll be willing to do that again, but I thank you for this opportunity. I've learned quite a bit about writing, reading and group dynamics from each of you.
Hey, watty...did you ever think our 'little collaboration project' would come this far? I sure didn't. But I'm glad it did.
Giles made them watch Come Dancing? OMG! was that punishment or something?
healthy, healthy dose of lovin'
I think it is tricky to put that many scenes in and not have them seem stale or repetitive
I thought you said you couldn't write smut anymore.
Lust, want, desire, love, need...and so many other emotions...are all wrapped up with each other. It's difficult, if not impossible, to see where one ends and the next begins. That's such a beautiful thing.
Yes, first-time, chemistry-enhanced sex can be incredible, but taking risks with someone who knows and loves you?
She had shaken her hair out in a cascade and the tips of her fine blonde hair teased and brushed against Willow's sensitive skin.
(hoMary fondly remembers a long-haired ex. Sighs, then remembers why they broke up. But still fondly remembers the sex.)
BATHROOM SEX! BATHROOM SEX! BATHROOM SEX!
The thing about this story is that the girls are clearly very much in love with each other and are very into expressing it physically
I am so impressed with your frequent and correct usage of the semicolon.
that is one sexy and sexified wicca couple. I mean 4 o’clock in the morning and then getting up and getting on a plane and continued? Man, that sounds great in a “when I was younger” way.
A stumblearound fog? Wow, and I always feel bad for not being able to come up with Latin for the spell names. I like stumblearound though.
It was like we hit the ground running with smut, then we hit the bathroom with smut, then we made the mile high club with smut, then we had old house smut.
”steaming right out of the oven” hot!
To paraphrase Tara, "Good God, that's a lot of smut!" Very nice.
such a memorable line…'Get out get out GET OUT!'
"Will, when you first got together with Tara both of you had permanent stupid grins on your faces. We could be talking and all of a sudden you'd go all glassy-eyed and I knew you were off to your Tara dreamland again,"
"Baby, you know perfectly well I can't resist Taralips, not to mention post-slayage H&H
This was a game they played often, of give and take, to pretend to provoke each other, yet at the end all was soft and delicate between them. Power wasn't about who was on top, or who was in command. For them, the power was in their sharing.
The moon came and went, its white beams peeking through half-drawn curtains and tracing over the lovers as they sealed their love with slow kisses. Soon they drifted into slumber, their arms and legs and bodies entangled in a deep and trusting embrace.
“Is me. Your friendly neighborhood Wiccan Gift Delivery Service at your, um, service,”
Seriously, though, I just took your current characteristics and put them into the body of a small child. I was more concerned with the kids being identifiable than I was with them being accurately aged.
will just leave other people going
. Thanks for the kind words.
cool


Willow pursed her mouth in irritation. "Why didn't you tell me that twenty minutes ago?"
We wouldn't be driving in the dark if you hadn't made us late leaving. Instead of giving voice to this thought, Tara looked out the window.
" We already paid. It's non-refundable."
How are we going to survive a week together
Clearly the redhead was tired of her company after spending six tense hours in a car together.
Oh, right. We're fighting
"I'm sorry you feel that way,"
"You're going for a walk, right in the middle of this discussion?"
"You're going to regret that,"
I love your pie
Governor Arnold Schwartzenegger tried to grope her
The extent of his arrogance was exceeded only by its utter inexplicability.
She moved in ways that crossed all known lines of decency and set up shop in Naughtyville.
They just looked at me and screamed, 'Get out get out GET OUT!'"
She carried herself with an almost predatory air, a leopard of supreme assurance, devouring anyone she desired while her victim savored having been chosen for the honor. She looked them over, head to toe, in one long, appraising gaze.
"Nobody even notices me!"
"If you're not careful, she'll try to hump your leg,"
Willow noticed Buffy standing at the archway to the kitchen, her curiosity sent her to check it out.
One by one the others gathered around and watched.
another parody version of the 12 Days of Christmas played
that was the 12 Pains of Christmas
We can’t do that. No singing. We can’t sing in front of people. I can’t sing in front of people… Oh dear…. Oh dear….” Willow ranted.
Aww… isn’t he cute. He’s wearing a kilt.” said Dawn.
Eleven men, in kilts carrying drums, were wandering through crowd, all of them in search of something.
He also gave a quick glare to the other man.
“But won’t it be easier to...”
”NO. Just do it like I showed you.”
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